#grey jedi is lazy writing

[short-wooloo]

Trying to prop up the gray jedi as the "correct" path because they "use both sides of the force" is so fucking stupid (and not just because you can't do that, it doesn't work like that)

Because grey jedi are centrists

SW is about good vs evil/the light side vs the dark side and the choice between them

Aside from trying to use both essentially being trying to have your cake and eat it too, it's basically choosing to do nothing

You stand aside as darkness and evil brings misery and suffering, but also don't have the guts to commit to the evil that you won't oppose

Hi bendu

#star wars #wooloo-writes #wooloo writes #sw #anti grey jedi #anti gray jedi #gray jedi are not a thing #grey jedi don't exist #grey jedi is lazy writing #grey jedi are centrists

[brrmian]

Hiya hun! So glad seeing you're back! (srsly when I saw the 500 Follower post I got so excited I almost screamed and its like,,, 2am here whoops) ANYWAY, CONGRATULATIONS ON 500 FOLLOWS!

Honestly, it's so deserved you are such a talented writer!

If I may, I have a bit of a more... complicated request (if its too much, just don't do it, it's all good!) but maybe a combination from the fluff list 19 and 21 and from the hurt/comfort list 45 with a sleep deprived/overworked Rex? and just reader and him being soft and comfy and cuddly and all the good warm stuff that our mans deserves :')

hi @phis-writing, thanks for the love!! i changed things up a bit but i really enjoyed writing this, so i hope u like it!

Rex + “Your hair is soft.” + “Can I rub your back?” + “When’s the last time you slept?” / prompts are closed! 

The Resolute’s medbay is busy. Too busy.

Troopers, medics, and healers—like yourself—bustle past you, chattering and shouting and groaning in pain. It’s nothing like the Halls of Healing, where you were trained.

You stand next to Kix, armour-clad arms crossed over your light Jedi-issue robes. In front of you is a bacta tank, glowing blue and bubbling.

“He’ll be okay,” you say, more to assure yourself than Kix.

The medic nods. “He’s Fives,” Kix replies, as though that is answer enough. “He always pulls through.”

Before you can reply, the soft hiss of the medbay door opening sounds from behind you. Turning around, you frown when you see Rex, helmet tucked under one arm.

Something about him draws you into his gravitational field, like a planet to the star that it orbits. You know it’s unbecoming of a Jedi—but every time your paths cross, you feel yourself starting to care less and less about the rules.

It’s dangerous. He’s dangerous.

Normally, you’d be happy to see him. But as he approaches you, it doesn’t take long to notice the exhaustion on Rex’s face. Dirt stains one of his cheeks, his ice-blond hair isn’t buzzed short like it usually is, and stubble darkens his jaw.

This campaign had been long. The dark shadows underneath his eyes are enough for you to piece the story together: Rex, overworked and under-rested, is foregoing sleep to check on Fives and the rest of his troopers.

“You should be resting, Captain,” you say as Rex comes to stand in front of you.

“Yeah, well,” Kix says dryly, ignoring the glare Rex shoots his way, “so should everyone.”

In spite of yourself, you chuckle. “Right you are, Kix.” You put a hand on the medic’s shoulder. “Get some sleep—Helix and I will be here to watch over Fives and the others.”

At Kix’s doubtful look, Rex gives a nod of agreement. “The General’s right,” he says, and it’s then that you notice how gravelly his voice is. It’s hoarse with exhaustion.

Relenting, Kix nods, then gives you both a lazy salute. “Thanks, Captain. General.”

He leaves in a hurry, no doubt desperate to get some shuteye before the Resolute touches down on Coruscant. You turn to Rex and survey him with furrowed eyebrows.

The Captain speaks first. “When did you rendezvous with the fleet?” he asks. “I didn’t see Sparrow or any of the others.”

He’s referring to your commanding officer, Sparrow—a swift, sarcastic man whose armour is painted purple, grey, and white. He and the rest of the 299th Battalion are still with your own fleet, waiting for you on your starfighter.

“It’s just me, I’m afraid,” you say softly. “I was stationed nearby when General Skywalker commend me.” Turning to look at Fives, you shoot Rex a wan smile. “Don’t worry about him, Captain. Kix and I fixed him up just fine.”

Rex is staring at the floor. His shoulders are slumped.

“Rex…” you start, and take a step closer to him, putting a hand on his armoured shoulder. He looks up at you, expression questioning.

“General, I—”

“No need for formality.” You shake your head, hand not moving from his pauldron. “Rex, tell me the truth. When’s the last time you slept?”

Your question seems to give him pause. He’s avoiding eye contact; hesitantly, you move your hand from Rex’s shoulder to his chin, tilting his head so his gaze meets yours. His eyes are clouded.

“Not…” Rex sighs and reaches up to hold your wrist as your hand cups his cheek. “Not since before the campaign.”

You end up forcing Rex to his barracks. His shoulders are slumped, and as you punch in the code to his room, he stumbles over to his cot and sinks down with his head in his hands.

The door slides closed, bathing the small room in near-darkness. Slowly, you approach Rex, then sit down next to him. As you watch, he starts to remove his armour.

“Do you need help with that?” you ask, willing your hands not to shake.

Rex blinks at you. “Er, General—”

You feel your face heat up as you rush to correct yourself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—that was—I shouldn’t—”

Slowly, Rex blows out a tired sigh, and you stop. He smiles softly and then nods, making your chest feel tight and warm. Like you can’t breathe—but in a good way.

“Sure, General,” he says, voice still slightly hoarse. “Yeah, some help would be… nice.”

“Alright,” you reply, moving to unclip his blue shoulder pauldron. “Just…”

“What?”

You smirk. “Don’t call me General. I have a name, you know.”

Rex doesn’t answer. As you lean closer, frowning at the annoyingly stubborn armour clasps, you feel your hair—unruly, void of its once tightly-fastened bun—slip over your shoulder and fall over Rex’s neck and chest.

You feel a breath ruffle your hair and look up to meet Rex’s eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“No, it’s fine,” Rex murmurs. He looks away and lowers his voice. “Your hair is… soft.”

Hurriedly, so as not to make Rex privy to how red your cheeks must be, you return to your task of removing his armour.

“Thank you,” you whisper, smiling in spite of yourself. By now, you’ve finished taking off his chest plate, vambraces, and the remainder of the upper portion of his armour. They lie discarded on the floor.

The soft touch of warm hands on your own makes you look up. Rex is removing your vambraces, the only armour you wear with your robes. His touch is surprisingly gentle.

He sets the vambraces aside, and you rub your wrists, then slip off your boots like Rex did. “Thank you,” you say again. It feels repetitive.

But you don’t know what else to say.

So you move closer and take Rex’s hand. He smiles softly, eyelids hooded with weariness. You feel your traitorous heart flutter.

“Would you…” Rex pauses, suddenly looking doubtful, but you squeeze his hand gently and he continues. “Would you like to stay?”

The silence wraps around the two of you like a blanket. You search Rex’s eyes—for what, you’re not sure—then nod slowly. As though your body isn’t your own, you lie down on one side, back against the wall. Rex follows suit, turning onto his side to face you, and you stay like that for a moment, facing each other.

Hesitantly, you reach out. Rex moves closer. You wonder if this is a dream.

“Go to sleep,” you whisper as Rex drapes an arm across your waist.

You tuck your face into his chest and wrap an arm around him. It’s so intimate it almost hurts—you’ve never been this close to someone in your life, and you doubt Rex has, either.

“You go to sleep,” Rex murmurs playfully, breath tickling the top of your head. You giggle softly, and had you been in anyone else’s arms, you would have felt silly.

But this is Rex. Rex, with his smug looks and soft laughs and honey-colored eyes.

It seems impossible, but you move closer. Rex’s arm, still draped over your waist, moves slowly; his hand snakes towards the small of your back and you shiver.

“Sorry,” he whispers, removing his hand.

“No, it’s fine,” you breathe.

“Can I…” Rex moves his hand back to where it was before, only now his palm is splayed across the thin fabric of your tunic. “Can I rub your back?”

Eyes drifting closed, you huff out a quiet laugh. “Only if it helps you fall asleep.”

(Truthfully, you want to scream yes, please do, want to grab his hands and hold tight and never let go. But you continue playing the role of placid Jedi General.)

The feeling of Rex’s touch, even through your tunic, is impossibly soothing. You tighten your hold around his waist and gently press your other hand against his chest. His blacks are thin and he radiates warmth.

You drift off within seconds. Rex’s touch on your back never wavers.

#honestly might expand on this pairing more #in this house we break the jedi code #sleepy rex is the best rex!!!!! #i dunno if i wrote him sleepy enough tho…. #captain rex x jedi!reader #captain rex x you #captain rex x reader #captain rex x reader fluff #500 followers for vizslasaber! #captain rex #tcw reader #swtcw fanfic #swtcw #star wars the clone wars #old writing

[rarepears]

I love your AUs you make. Some of the best day dream material there is. I am to lazy to write stories but it’s great to day dream about them.

I have seen your post with fic recs.Do you have any other fic recs of fic you just think are amazing?

Thank you so much! I still need to write up a bunch of my other ideas into a coherent string of words, but there's more new AUs to come! Some a little more ludicrous than others, if that's even possible.

Back to #rarepears recs which is apparently going to be a Thing. Since you didn't specify any particular fandom and the fact that you can stalk my bookmarks to see what I've been reading lately if you only wanted one particularly fandom... I'm giving you a little bit of everything:

Anything by esama. She is the GODDEST of fanfiction and nothing you say can convince me otherwise. Don't know what to start with first? Since it's most likely that you found me through my SVSSS ideas, Metagaming by esama is a great starting point in her treasure trove of works.

Likewise, anything by llamallamaduck. There's so many rarepairs and crack crossovers like damn did you just let me into a buffet for free? Plus the update speed is insane.

nirejseki's MDZS fics are a thing of glory and I have no doubt that my characterization of Lan Qiren and Wen Ruohan are influenced by their works and it shows. (Moreover, I would have never seen Wen Ruohan as a shippable character otherwise.)

Still can't get over the image of Sukuna dressed up in pink ruffled J-pop girl stage outfit, complete with the makeup, nails, and All The Things in In another galaxy (we belong to you and me) by slex (slexenskee)

We all know that astolat is amazing, but The Price of Bread and Salt and Royal Flush (both Game of Thrones works) are insane because I never expected those twists and turns.

I'm still (patiently) waiting for updates to love is a call to arms by blackkat. I really do love political discussions and grey mortality, what can I say?

And as a result, you won't be too surprised to know how much I adore Cleaning Crew; Teaching Kids to Value their Safety, for Fun and Profit by Reavv. A BNHA fic that gives a little more explorations about the downsides to hero schools, hero life under the glitz and glamour of the pro-hero industry, all from an outsider civilian POV.Meanwhile you can totally count on a Kakashi-who-reincarnates-as-Hawks Naruto X BNHA crossover to totally disillusion hopeful naive hero interns like nobody's business: Learning to Fly by Asteroid_Duck (JustThatOneGirl1815). Or have a Kakashi-with-his-shinobi-mindset getting dumbed into BNHA and having to figure out what the fuck is going on in this new world and adapting to all this cultural shock: One Sandwich Short of a Picnic by Sagartolen.

Have some more awesome outsider POV, but this time it's set in Naruto: Doing the Work by MarbleGlove

How about a sort of outsider POV except it's freaking Dabi who doesn't remember his past (yay amnesia) so he's trying to research what could be his possible backstory... area cryptid upset no one bothered to inform him of his tragic backstory by crimsonseekers

Outsider POV is all fun and giggles, but have you ever considered Academic Outer POVs?? Especially about the Jedi Order?? center stage by deniigiq

I do very much enjoy reading Hawks-centric stories, so enjoy this one in particular as Hawks as to juggle teaching at UA on top of all the other things that he does: Hawks-Sensei by GC4life

A World of Water and Crystal by The Feels Whale (miscellea) where it's technically Shen Yuan (who is Not Shen Qingqiu in this fic just to be clear!!) X Luo Bingge, except Shen Yuan's love makes Luo Bingge revert into Luo Bingmei mode. It's great.

Who doesn't like a good old time travel fix it, crack taken seriously fic? So have this amazing yuri on ice fic eternity will be born from hope by theseviolentdelights99. Lots of social media content too which is a huge plus!

The Less Than Immaculate Conception by The_Carnivorous_Muffin, Vinelle somehow makes the pairing (Yes, Twilight Volturi Marcus X Bella the human) seem like the most rational and sane thing out of everything that happens in this fic. (Just a note that you need to read Painting Red Madonnas first since The Less Than Immaculate Conception is an AU of Painting Red Madonnas. But trust me, that's also tasty, if only just a little less insane. BUT YOU WILL TOTALLY UNDERSTAND WHY when Bella's baby's name is revealed.)

How to even describe this masterpiece? Probably THE best worldbuilding I've ever found on AO3 period. Like it's Star Wars which is full of planets but this author is building out new conlangs and new cultures (plus all the OCs involved in describing the rich culture of the planets!!). So give it a go and then find yourself a week in being desperate enough for more than you join their discord server to read sneak peak snippets of future chapters: Civil Wars, Whistleblower Tactics, Schematic Drafting, And The Finer Points Of Sith Adoption: The Essential How-To Guide For The Engineering Jedi by Jackdaw_Kraai

So I tried to limit myself to 15 slots, but how can I not mention @marbelcrossovers? Go check out Marbel's beautiful BNHA crossovers; her GOJO X ENDEAVOR fic is what led me to write my first fanfiction Ichimaru Gin X Endeavor (and then start this tumblr blog) after all. And then I might have (evilly) thrown around the idea of Bakugou X Xanxus at her which turned into a 156k words and counting fic called Ready For The Mayhem. 😂👌 Good work Marbel! Cheering you on for more!

Anyways, happy reading!

#rarepears recs #ask #recs #fic recs #svsss #scumbag self saving system #scum villain #ao3 #bnha #naruto #star wars #boku no academia #game of thrones #mdzs #mao dao zu shi #jjk #twilight

[rum-inspector]

IF I wasn't such a lazy writer I would write the moat boring fluffiest Star Wars AU called Star Peace. The change would be

Obi-Wan actually knows force healing

Tpm goes same as it goes until Qui-Gon dies. This time he doesnt bc obiwan actually listened in healing class

Qui-Gon being more grey would be way better match to be Anakin's master while still getting guidance from Obi because why wouldn't they hang out? They are much better as "brothers" than master padawan

Qui-Gon would absolutely side with Dooku no matter what Obi cries in the original AotC. Which might send Obi into existential crisis, whether he comes out of it as even more lawful annoying defender of statua quo or sides with his old master I don't quite know, I really went into this wanting Vader not to happen so this is not that important to me

Maybe this isn't as fluffy as I though, a war would still ensue, would clones be on the separatist side if obi never went looking maybe dam I didnt think this through.

Anyway Vader never happens. Padme doesnt stress herself to death. The Republic fractures instead of becoming empire. Church and state is once again separated I mean the Jedi go back to being a cult instead of warriors of the state.

Anakin does bring balance to the force as maybe he sparks a reform within the jedi instead of fighting the sith. Or maybe he revives the sith but not in a Cruel Horrible Terrible Villains but force users who channel force through emotions like idk Power of Love. Why does it always have to be anger anyway? Maybe the Force is a spectrum and he finds a whole new shade when his pursuits arent suppressed but encouraged.

Older Anakin also does not care about the prime directive wait what wrong universe anyway he dedicates his life going around freeing slaves giving no shit about "jedi can't judge other cultures" bc while he may not be Vader he is Anakin and he does judge

Palpatine gets impeached over tax evasion or something

#star wars #star wars au #idk i always cry when Jinn dies in ep1 but also understand he had to for the story to go the way it does #TCW made dooku such a cartoon villain but the little jedi story short was surprisingly interesting #dooku gains class consciousness kinda interesting lol but of course you cant have murican audiences root for that too much can we #me and my gazillion star wars AUs the one where Luke goes to alderaan and Leia tatooine I like whenever people do that

[the-last-kenobi]

Most of your fics absolutely destroyed me emotionally so, on my own risk, may I request #13 “You shouldn’t be this easy to carry" with Qui-Gon and padawan Obi-Wan? Thank you!

Ohhh I’m happy to write this one! Thank you! (Always pleased to hear I’ve emotionally wrecked innocent people lol)

From this various prompts list.

_

Qui-Gon descended the ramp of his ship with something less than his usual grace, his expression was rather sour. Other than that, he looked his usual self, untidy but comfortable and serene.

He waved to the attendant heading towards the ship, and bowed to a small mechanic droid that squeaked with excitement, ran in circles around him, and then darted off after the attendant.

Qui-Gon chuckled. He paused to take a deep breath, tasting the metallic scent of Coruscant on the air, but also the warm and familiar notes of the Temple, of home. It was good to be back. Tedious diplomatic assignments that ran well overtime were nothing worth dwelling on, especially when it was done alone.

“Master Jinn!” a warm voice called.

He turned his head and saw Shaak Ti walking towards him, a smile on her lovely face with its striking colors.

“Knight Ti,” he greeted her. “How are you?”

“I’m well,” she answered. “I’m just about to depart to Alderaan; it’s a royal wedding and I’m the token Jedi invitee,” she informed him, but there was no offense in her voice. Alderaan was well known to be genuinely welcoming, and had been more than courteous in their dealings with the Order for centuries on end.

“Enjoy it,” Qui-Gon advised her. “Weddings are rarely something you’d like to miss.”

“I will,” she promised. “Oh, is your Padawan around? I was hoping to catch him when he returned, he forgot to sign off on his departure notice and was scheduled for three shifts in the crèche, which he obviously missed.”

Qui-Gon’s head tilted to one side, and he frowned.

It was obvious that Shaak Ti believed that Obi-Wan had accompanied him on his mission, which had in fact been a solo assignment. The twenty-one-year-old Padawan had remained behind for class rotations.

And Obi-Wan had never missed... well, anything. He was notoriously early for everything, beyond punctual. It was almost annoying.

Perhaps he’d finally slipped into a belated teenage fit of laziness, or he’d fallen so behind on class work that he’d forgotten about the crèche. Both would be extremely out of character, but one instance of this in nearly nine years of training could perhaps be excused.

Shaak Ti was waiting for an answer.

“I’ll talk to him,” he promised, revealing nothing. “Thank you for letting me know. I had no idea.”

She waved it off. “These things happen. You have a good student on your hands; he’s easily forgiven.”

Qui-Gon smiled.

~

The door to their quarters opened for him with a casual wave of the hand. Jedi did not lock their doors often; privacy was an understood thing, something not casually breached. No Jedi would enter another’s rooms without first asking permission.

He wasn’t sure what he expected.

Obi-Wan in the common area, reading.

Or Obi-Wan out and about, somewhere off with some of his more trouble making friends. (Quinlan Vos.)

He was not expecting to find Obi-Wan huddled in the corner of their kitchenette, half-hidden in his cloak, knees drawn up under his chin, crying.

Obi-Wan saw him enter and flinched away, shuddering.

Qui-Gon stared.

The entire scene was so unexpected, so wrong, that for a full five seconds he simply stood there, unable to process it. Obi-Wan had buried his face in his knees and was attempting to stifle his tears, seemingly by holding his breath, which was only making him shake harder.

Qui-Gon jolted out of his paralysis and stepped nearer, dropping onto one knee, sensing that looming over his Padawan was not going to help.

“Padawan?” he asked cautiously.

Obi-Wan looked up reluctantly. His face was a sickly grey; his cheeks were bright red and his blue eyes were feverish. They darted around, seeming to fix on nothing.

“Obi-Wan,” the Master tried again, warily reaching out a hand and resting it on top of one of Obi-Wan’s, clenched around his knee.

Obi-Wan took a rattling breath, more tears spilling down his cheeks. “...What... day is it...?” he gasped.

Qui-Gon’s chest tightened with something close to terror. What in all the galaxy was going on here?

“It’s the 29th,” he said gently. “Taungsday. I returned a day late from my solo mission. Do you remember that?”

Obi-Wan’s tears had increased throughout the brief speech. “Y-yes.”

“All right,” said Qui-Gon, struggling to remain as calm and patient as possible. “All right. Can you tell me what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Obi-Wan shook his head, his expression crumbling. Suddenly he very much resembled the boy Qui-Gon had met on Bandomeer, uncertain and frightened, although even then he had not cried. This was different.

“Are you sure?” Qui-Gon pressed.

Obi-Wan nodded, strangling a loud sob by clapping one hand over his mouth. He said something, but of course it was impossible to understand behind his clamped fingers.

“What?” asked his Master.

“...so...stupid,” Obi-Wan burst out angrily through his tears. “I just... don’t feel well.”

“Don’t feel well?” Qui-Gon stared at his apprentice in confusion. “You’re sick? Obi-Wan, why didn’t you just go to the Halls?”

Obi-Wan shuddered. More tears slid down over his flushed cheeks. “I...I...I fell,” he said, sounding deeply uncertain. “I was working, and it was late, and I fell. I think I fell. I can’t walk. I can barely move. I don’t know how long it’s been—”

Qui-Gon was already moving, alarm ringing in his head like sirens. In two seconds he had Obi-Wan in his arms, cradled like a child, his head resting under Qui-Gon’s chin.

“You shouldn’t be this easy to carry,” he said tensely. “You haven’t had anything to eat or drink since you fell?”

“Some... some water,” Obi-Wan murmured. His skin was blazing hot against Qui-Gon’s, a sick and feverish heat. He had stopped crying — his tears seemed to have stemmed from a combination of confusion and shame, not pain — but he seemed on the verge of passing out. “I... I got some water... don’t remember when...”

“Stay awake,” Qui-Gon ordered. He was striding down the hallways, ignoring the few bystanders who watched them pass with bewilderment and concern. He did send a grateful nod to one young woman who raised her comm in her hand at him, asking a silent question, and at his gesture raised it to her lips and murmured ‘Tell the Healers that Master Jinn is bringing in his Padawan. Have someone ready.’

Obi-Wan murmured something vague.

“Stay awake,” insisted Qui-Gon. “Don’t fall asleep.”

Obi-Wan moaned but nodded, forcing his eyes to stay open. “I...I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize.” The words came out harsh and insincere in Qui-Gon’s urgency, and he realized it, because he dropped a swift kiss to the top of the fevered head in apology. Obi-Wan relaxed ever so slightly.

They arrived in the Halls of Healing and were immediately received by a Healer and his apprentice, who had Obi-Wan safely tucked in a bed and monitored in less than two minutes. Obi-Wan had closed his eyes against the bright light and seemed in danger of falling asleep again.

“Stay awake just a little longer, Padawan Kenobi,” the Healer instructed kindly. “I’m fairly sure of your diagnosis but I have to be more certain before I can administer treatment. Then you can sleep.”

“Yes, Healer,” rasped the young man.

Qui-Gon watched from the wall, his hands tucked deep in his sleeves to hide how they trembled. The shock of the last quarter hour was setting in, and he scrambled to keep his wits about him, worried about what this diagnosis might be. He still remembered Obi-Wan’s confusion about the day, his bewildered tears, and that memory was not going to be going away anytime soon.

He had been far too light in his arms.

Just how long had Obi-Wan been trapped in their rooms, unable to call for help and too confused to figure out a way around that? How long had he gone without eating and sleeping?

He found out.

An hour later, Obi-Wan was fast asleep, hooked up to an IV and blissfully pain-free due to a dose of pills he had managed to swallow. The Healer turned to Qui-Gon with a weary smile.

“You’re all right?” he asked.

“I’m fine. I’ve just returned from a mission, but I wasn’t hurt.”

“That’s good to know. I was asking about shock, however,” the Healer said gently. “I know this can’t have been a pleasant homecoming.”

Qui-Gon’s throat tightened, but he said nothing.

The Healer seemed to understand. “Obi-Wan has contracted a strain of the flu,” he explained, moving past the brief surge of emotion. “As you know, most strains of the flu are easily combated these days and many species have evolved or inoculated to the point where it’s hardly a concern. But sometimes the flu is stronger. In this case, it’s clear that it’s job was made easy. I don’t think Padawan Kenobi was eating or sleeping properly before the sickness began to set in. It would explain the severity of his malnutrition, and his confusion.”

Qui-Gon’s eyes flickered to the bed where Obi-Wan was sleeping, the fever still burning in his cheeks.

“...How long?” he asked.

“A few days at most,” the Healer said. “But I suspect it’s a habit that’s related to stress and overwork. Does Obi-Wan struggle with stress or insomnia?”

The Master hesitated a moment, opening his mouth to deny it, and then stopping to think better of it.

“...Maybe,” he admitted. The hesitation stung. Shouldn’t he know? “He’s very private with his habits when we’re in Temple. He prefers to study alone in his room, and we usually only manage to share one meal a day during his busier semesters, if that.”

The Healer nodded. He didn’t look or sound at all accusatory when he said, “That’s understandable. I’m going to suggest keeping a closer eye on that. Don’t force him out of his comfort zone, at least not right away, but make sure he understands that three square meals — or better yet, a light meal or snack every two or three hours — is expected of him. As is sleep.”

Qui-Gon nodded, his throat tightening again to the point of pain.

“Rest easy, Master Jinn,” said the Healer, briefly laying a supportive hand on the taller Jedi’s shoulder. “He’ll pull through this. The illness, and everything else. I believe it’s nothing more than a bad habit formed from good intentions. There are crueler demons out there.”

“Yes, I know,” said Qui-Gon. And he did know. One didn’t reach Jedi Mastery without learning the galaxy for what it was.

But he didn’t think he would ever quite move past the shock of today, of carrying his adult apprentice in his arms, sick to the point of tears and helplessness, and then discovering that he could possibly have prevented this if he had paid a little more attention to Obi-Wan’s work habits.

Well. They would, as the Healer said, overcome this.

Qui-Gon drew up a chair to the side of the bed, resolving to wait until Obi-Wan woke, and slowly reached out and set his hand next to his Padawan’s. After a moment, Obi-Wan stirred, and even in his sleep he gave a contented sigh and shifted his hand, his fingers searching blindly for his Master’s hand. Qui-Gon took it and held it tightly.

They had overcome so many things in nearly a decade together.

They could handle this.

And besides, Qui-Gon told himself, even after Obi-Wan was Knighted, he would always be here to watch his back.

He would never abandon Obi-Wan.

_

#spoiler alert he definitely did abandon obi-wan #but shhh for now it’s okay #star wars #star wars fic #my writing #writing prompts #angst #hurt/comfort #tw medical #tw neglect #tw bad eating habits #tw insomnia #poor self care #obi wan kenobi #qui gon jinn #qui gon and obi wan #just hug okay #more hugs needed #this got more angsty than I intended #hahaha whoops

[inonibird]

Sahuldeem/Kaleesh Q&A #6

Holy shit, a backlog of asks to address! Let’s DO it! (questions bold; answers italic) — I love all your Kaleesh stuff so much aaaaaa. Have you ever played Star Wars the Old Republic? Thoughts on Xalek? Thank you! I’ve never actually played it, but I’ve watched clips of Xalek interactions and he seems like a swell fellow, all [Sith] things considered. Curious if anyone’s written in-depth about him, fanfic or otherwise! More Kaleesh content, please and thank you. <3

Who’s your favorite original character from Sahuldeem? Ooooh, that’s a doozy. Hmm. Can’t pick just one. In terms of characters y’all have met so far in the story, I’d say Jindra is a personal favorite, if partially for the fact that she’s one of the most-developed. There’s another enjoyable minor Kaleesh original character who will arrive in the next part. We have quite a while before we meet my favorite original character overall, who we will not see until Part SIX of Sahuldeem (and who plays a rather important role for such a late showing). And then, yeah, okay, not an ORIGINAL character, but I think my absolute favorite character to write for is the insufferably snarky sassy smugness that is Chairman San Hill of the InterGalactic Banking Clan. God I want to punch him so badly. He’s great. Can’t wait for him to show up.

I noticed Sahuldeem hasn't dropped the name Qymaen just yet... Does he ever formally forsake it, or does it just get to the point where he doesn't have anyone to be on a first-name basis with and his forename just... fades into irrelevance? Short answer? No. Long answer? No, and also sort of yes, but not really, because it’s sad and complicated and you’ll just have to wait and see.

So, Huk is also the home planet of the Yam’rii. How did the Kaleesh even hear the word, much less come to associate it with the Yam’rii themselves, to the point it means soulless insect? Oh, boy. Yes. Exactly. It is the most ridiculous part of Kaleesh/Yam’rii “established canon” and something I almost immediately said “yeah no” to; it’s one the few flat-out changes I made for this fic. Within the universe of Sahuldeem, “Huk” is purely a Kaleesh word meaning “soulless bug” and NOT the name of the Yam’rii home planet (which I haven’t referred to by name in the story, but might as well simply be “Yam’rii”). And that’s it. Otherwise you’d have to assume that somehow Huk is a word both in Yam’rii and Kaleesh and just happens to mean what it means in Kaleesh and—yeah, no, that’s nonsensical. I don’t care. No. Bad.

Is fashioning kakmusmal from the skulls of other Kaleesh unheard of? I’m sure it’s taboo, but has anyone ever crossed that line? Way, WAY back in the day such things were done (like prehistorically speaking, before certain theological practices were finessed and upheld), but at least for the past few thousand years, yes, calling it “taboo” would be accurate. That’s not to say it HASN’T been done recently, but such a person would be considered a sociopathic monster.

Something something, Ronderu is taller than Qymaen, something something, I wonder how often Grievous thinks about how that wouldn’t be true anymore You assume Grievous thinks about such things post-crash…

Were any Force-sensitive Kaleesh discovered by the Jedi during the Bitthævrian War? Personally, I think that the relatively small number of Kaleesh that the Jedi would have encountered/exploited during the Bitthævrian War would mean that the sample size simply wouldn’t be enough to include a Force-sensitive individual, since such a thing IS pretty rare on Kalee. But that would be a heck of a fanfic. ;)

We know Shahulla was taken alive— is it possible she’s survived this long? Certainly possible. But I can confirm she’s out of the picture.

How did you go about designing your (iconic!) versions of Qymaen and Ronderu, since they differ visually slightly from the only canon images we have? I don’t think I changed them TOO much, but, uh, thank you for thinking of them as iconic! I took cues from the official Kaleesh art out there + the only art of Ronderu we have + various concept art of Qymaen, made my own lazy shortcuts when it came to costume design (since I was thinking this might end up being a comic, aka, oh-god-simplify-this-shit), and picked out some clear key colors for each of them (bluish-grey + red for Ronderu, gold/beige/brown for Qymaen). Ah, and I think I mentioned before that I was just looking to design something “different” than what we saw in concept art when it came to Qy’s hair. Still probably my favorite part about drawing him!

(oops, made myself sad)

When is Part Three coming? Haha, joke’s on YOU, no one actually asked me this!! …I’m still answering. Part Three is the hardest part to write (it was also originally the hardest part to script), and I’m STILL struggling to get past the more challenging aspects (between staging space battles and the overall more grim tone). I’ve got a schedule drafted up to see how long it will take to post what I have already written, and…though part of me is worried I’ll catch up to myself too quickly, even with a biweekly posting schedule, I also recognize that giving myself deadlines is going to help me push forward instead of wallowing in the uncertainty of some of these chapters. So, ASSUMING I can haul myself out of this rut, it’s possible I may start posting by the end of the month. And possibly no longer on Friday. Stay tuned and thanks for your patience. Hopefully it will be worth the wait~

#Inoni Answers #Inoni Writes #Sahuldeem #Star Wars #Kaleesh #Kalee #Qymaen jai Sheelal #Ronderu lij Kummar #General Grievous backstory #Sahuldeem spoilers #fanfic #Inoni Art

[chokemeanakin]

idk if you do like song request sorta things, but could you do a fic based on the song "night bus" by gabrielle alpin? especially the "suddenly i know that i'm on my way home to you for the last time" part--maybe an angsty sort of thing where the reader and anakin's relationship gets discovered and she gets sent away or smth? idk i couldn't stop thinking ab it last night and i have no motivation to write it myself and i love your writing so maybe?? tysm!

Oh sis this was so much fun to write. Even though it is sad... idk i liked getting in the feels. Anyway I hope it meets your expectations. If it didn’t, well, pls write it yourself and tag me! I’d love to see what your vision was ❤️🤗

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Read it on ao3

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Night Bus - Anakin x gn Reader angst

You swore this would never be you. You promised yourself it would last. If two people love each other, there should be no reason you couldn’t be together.

That’s childish thinking, you tugged your jacket tighter around you. Your boots dragged through the grey sludge of the sidewalk, remnants from a lazy downpour of wet snow a few hours before. Your mind whirled and stomach churned as the streetlights began blinking on one by one, the markets closing up for the night. 

It should have been a peaceful thing, but you felt sick. With each step closer to your destination, you felt as though a current was dragging you back, the darkness closing in around you. You knew as soon as you reached him, it would be for the last time. Your fairytale would come to an end, and as you walked through the bitter streets of Coruscant on your way to the Jedi temple, you prepared yourself to say goodbye to your prince charming. 

“It’s selfish, what you’re doing,” Master Windu had hissed at you. You were still reeling from his admittance that he knew about your and Anakin’s relationship. You had been so careful to keep it a secret, you had no idea how he found out. 

“Obi-Wan told you,” your lips felt like rubber.

“He did not,” Mace leveled his gaze at you. “He knows, I’m sure of it. But he respects Anakin too much to give him away like that. A flaw on his part, which will be dealt with later.”

Your head was swimming. What did this mean for you? For Anakin? For the both of you together? Obviously you knew what was next, but your mind couldn’t wrap around it, couldn’t accept it.

“You need to let him go,” Mace declared, not a hint of mercy detected. 

“I can’t.”

“Then he needs to let you go.”

“He won’t.”

“Then you will be the fall of the Jedi!” His sudden outburst made you flinch. Your heart beat fast, blood swishing in your ears. His body was still as a statue, but his eyes were wide and his chest was heaving with an anger that was barely under control. Master Windu was of the more… pessimistic Jedi, but you had never really seen him lose control so completely. Now, you could see he was overwhelmingly stressed. No, not stressed-- panicked. 

“He needs me,” you replied shakily, unwilling to stand down. Anakin had made it clear over and over again that if you just said the word, he would leave the Order for you. The only reason he was still here was because you wouldn’t let him abandon his purpose for you. Windu may think you would be the downfall of the Jedi, but you were the reason it hadn’t completely fallen yet.

“You’re a poison to him.”

It looked like neither of you would be backing down. Windu saw this, and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. When he opened them, he strolled to his seat, and then motioned for you to take the one beside him.

“Let me explain myself,” his voice was much calmer now, but the hard look in his eyes remained. “Anakin is important. Not just to the Jedi, but to the balance of life itself.”

“He never asked for any of that.”

“But he still is,” Windu argued. “There’s no changing that fact. He is powerful. He has potential. And he’s unstable. He was before he met you, and he is now-- even more so.”

“Because of me?”

“Because of how he feels about you.”

You clenched your fists and glared at Windu. “How could being in love ever be a bad thing?”

“Love is an attachment. When one is attached to something, it can be taken away. When it is taken away, it breeds anger and hate and resentment, a path to the dar--”

“Oh, spare me the lecture,” you spit. “I know of your Jedi laws and morals. Now tell me why our love is so forbidden if all it’s bringing him is happiness and peace?”

“For now. It’s happiness and peace for now, because it’s new. I should have stepped in sooner, should have stopped it before it was too late. But with the start of the war, I lost sight of it, got too distracted…” Windu shook his head. “If you end it now, he’ll be able to move on. The damage won’t be permanent.”

“I don’t understand,” your chest stung. 

“He loves you. Any Jedi can sense that. And you love him, too.” You couldn’t meet Windu’s gaze. “If something happens to you, and you are taken away from him, or-- Force forbid-- you die, it will break him. He will be consumed by anger and hatred and he will fall to the dark side. His emotions are strong, far too strong to be handled easily. If Anakin goes to the darkside, the Jedi will be no match for the Sith. We will perish, and the war will be lost, and so will any semblance of peace that exists in this life.”

Mace’s tone softened as he saw the tears build up in your eyes. “This path is inevitable, and it needs to be prevented. The only way we can be sure is to remove you from his life. It was a mistake letting you two get so close, and the Council takes full responsibility. But now, you must let him go.”

“How certain are you,” you forced the words from your aching throat. “How certain are you of this future?”

“Yoda had a vision.”

Your breath left you like a balloon deflating. You were glad you were sitting now, because you didn’t think your legs could handle the weight as you felt your world crumble around you. Anakin’s smiling face flashed through your mind, and a tear trailed down your face.

“You have until sunrise to leave Coruscant,” Mace’s tone was back to authoritative, formal and commanding, leaving no room for argument. “You can never return. Not as long as Anakin is here. You may never come in contact with him ever again.”

“And who’s going to stop me if I do? Who’s going to stop him?”

“If you have any respect for every innocent living being in this galaxy, you will do what needs to be done. Now go. You have a job to do.”

You swore you could hear your heart drop and shatter to the ground in a million tiny pieces as you stood from that chair and walked out of the council room. You spent the day mulling over your conversation, crying, pacing, and pulling at your hair. You tried to think of anything you could do to be with Anakin-- pretend to leave him and be even more secretive, get a different identity so you could stay on Coruscant, run away together. You knew he would if you asked.

But deep down, you knew Windu was right. The Jedi needed Anakin, and you were his weakness. If Anakin left, or fell to the dark side because of you, it would be the end of the galaxy. Just because it wasn’t a possibility now, doesn’t mean it wasn’t one in the future. Yoda had a vision, after all, and the fear in Windu’s eyes told you it was serious. 

Now here you were, walking to Anakin’s place to spend one last night with him before you had to leave him. Forever. Your body ached from the cold, the grief, and from packing your belongings all afternoon. You could barely form words as you booked a ship off the planet for early next morning. Then, you had numbly pulled on your jacket and boots, and began your trek to Anakin one last time. 

Cars whizzed overhead, the honking distant in your hollow ears. You were shaking, but not from the cold, as you caught sight of the Jedi temple ahead. The entrance was only a few feet away. You just had to walk through the door, sneak down the hallway, and you’d be there. He’d open the door, offer you a blinding smile, pull you inside, and warm you up with a drink and a kiss. You would put something on the holonet like you always did, just for background noise, and lay down on the bed and just be together. Talk, or kiss, or hold each other. Feel his laugh vibrate through your body because he was pressed so close to you, watch his curls bounce as he shook his head, listen to the soft sounds of him sleeping. The moonlight always made him look like some sort of space prince as it glistened off his cheekbones, painting him in a pale blue. You would trace your fingertips along his face, and he would pretend to still be asleep as he smiled and kissed your fingertips. So happy, so at peace, so in love--

You stopped in your tracks.

I can’t do this.

The pain was building up again. You thought your heart had already shattered, but the ghost of it kept cracking. Something awful was breaking in your chest with each breath, each second, each step toward your goodbye. There was no way you could face him and be okay tonight. The tears were already making an appearance.

“You need to let him go,” Windu’s voice battled your sorrow. “You will be the fall of the Jedi.”

The breath you took was like swallowing razor blades as the cold air filled your lungs. Steadying yourself on the wall of the temple, you pushed your way past the entrance and entered the main hall. The familiar smell worsened your nausea, and you kept your hood up and head down as you walked the familiar path down the hall, taking the elevator up, and then crossing the last hallway before you found his door.

You schooled your features and shoved down the swirling tempest threatening to spill out of you. Once your hands stopped trembling, you brought a fist up and knocked on the door.

Anakin opened the door. He was smiling brilliantly, blue eyes sparkling in the light. The image of his face falling, eyes clouding over in confusion and hurt as he searched for you the next morning and found you gone flashed through your mind. You knew he would never stop searching for you. This is not what he would have wanted. But Mace was right-- he would heal, in time, and he could live the life he was supposed to live; as a Jedi, a General, and the Chosen One. 

“Anakin,” you forced yourself to smile. “Hi.”

His smile turned from charming to soft, hands immediately moving to pull you into his room for the last time. “You’re freezing, my love. Let’s get you warmed up, I already made you something to drink.”

#Anakin Skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin angst #anakin x reader angst #anakin fic #star wars prequels

[eyayah-oya]

Was wondering if you had an opinion on an aspect of TBB - the chips and choices. Most of what I know of TBB is from Tumblr, but I gather Howzer decided what the Empire was ordering them to do was wrong, and talked some number of other clones into agreeing with him. Crosshair got his chip out but decided he liked the Empire better than his brothers. An article described this as "Star Wars has always been about people's choices." But if a clone can choose to disobey, to think, to choose, (1/2)

This is an excellent question and thank you for sending it it to me.

The main overall theme of Star Wars is Hope (which I personally think TBB is lacking, but that's me so take my opinion with a healthy dose of salt) but one of it's other themes is that of Choices. In the Original Trilogy, it's Luke's choice to talk to Vader and then Vader's choice to turn on the Emperor. Han chooses to return and help Luke destroy the first Death Star. Luke chooses to go with Ben instead of staying on Tatooine. Leia chooses to fight instead of remain a politician. Etc. The Prequel Trilogy continues this theme with Anakin's choices leading up to his Fall.

The issue of Choice in TBB is interesting to think about. I do not like the idea of the clones willingly betraying the Jedi. There might be some that would be willing to, based on various appearances in TCW, the novelizations, and fanon, but it would be very difficult to convince me that Cody or Bly or even Gree would voluntarily try to kill their Jedi. Let alone someone like Rex or Jesse who was extremely close with Ahsoka and would never voluntarily hurt her. And I doubt Appo would want to kill the younglings in the Temple.

Which leads to some very interesting possibilities for Howzer, the Bad Batch, Grey, and Crosshair. (This is going to be a long post, so more under the cut)

First, Howzer. I thought about the issue of his chip when the episode first aired and this is what I came up with for Howzer:

I don't think Howzer had a Jedi. The way Cham and Eleni trust Howzer so completely would not happen if they watched Howzer and his men kill their General. I think they were one of the Jedi-less companies that worked directly with General Syndulla. (It makes sense from Palpatine's perspective, too, since he needs the Jedi to be involved in the war to wear them down. They would be a bit safer stationed on Ryloth indefinitely.) Ryloth is in the Outer Rim Territories, on the edge of Hutt space, and so news of the Empire and what the Empire was doing would not make it out there. As far as Howzer and his men were aware, the Empire was just the Republic under a new name and with Palpatine gaining even more power (big surprise to everyone involved). It's not until they see what's going on with the refinery and how Hera is treated that Howzer realizes that things aren't right. Especially when they were tasked with hunting down Gobi and his followers.

Howzer's chip was never activated and neither was his men's. That's why his speech was effective for some of them. For the others, I think it would be difficult for them to defy and betray the very institution they fought and died to protect. They were able to choose for themselves.

Crosshair, however, is another thing entirely. I'll admit, I haven't watched either finale episodes, but I've seen a lot of spoilers to get an idea of what happened. That being said, if I got anything wrong, let me know.

Crosshair's chip was removed at some point (not sure if it really was with the Empire or if the Bad Batch removed it) but he had the opportunity to work with the Empire. And for some people, the Empire is great. We've seen that with Admiral What's-His-Face that was one of the villains in this season, Tarkin, the hundreds of Imperial officers, and the thousands of Stormtroopers and other soldiers that went to the Imperial Academy. Crosshair feels betrayed by the Batch and has found his purpose with the Empire. He made his choice. (I personally think it is ridiculously lazy writing but I've also thought that about the entire show so far. Lazy writing and poor characterization.)

The other clones, however, are probably a mix of being under the chip's control and being free. The ones who had Jedi are controlled and the others are monitored closely to make sure they're loyal to the Empire. But the longer the Empire rules and the more Stormtroopers start filtering in and the more atrocities they're forced to commit, the more the clones will be likely to rebel. A clone rebellion is very likely in the future and I would be very interested in that plot. BUT. This also leads to the possibility of both a clone rebellion as well as Purge Trooper Cody.

One last comment on TBB. I think it's really weird that Echo still had his chip. It doesn't make any sense. The whole point of the Bad Batch's chips not working at first was because they were created different. Echo is a reg. Echo's chip should have activated instead of Crosshair's. It would make more sense and I just want you to imagine how terrifying it would be to have Echo hunting down the Bad Batch. They would not be able to hide on Ord Mantell, that's for sure. Echo would be one step ahead of them and they'd barely be able to escape. Also imagine how horrible it would be for Rex to see Echo being controlled for the second time in his life. I plan on writing a one-shot with Imperial Echo at some point.

TLDR: Clone chip activation depended on Jedi presence and TBB has really lazy illogical writing that isn't consistent.

#tbb spoilers #tbb meta #tbb salt #the bad batch #captain howzer #tbb crosshair #tbb echo

[bardicindignation]

April Fool's Day Fic Snippet

In honor of April fools, I offer unto y'all an extremely cracky scene from a Star Wars fix-it au that I may or may not eventually get around to actually writing.

For context: Anakin started coming back to the light just a few years after the rise of the Empire and has, along with Cody and another person, been leading an undercover rebellion against the empire. Their general modus operandi for finding jedi is to a. let them go if they can without arousing suspicion, b. fake a pirate attack while in transit to let them escape, or c. fake their deaths.

They've just reported the death of Quinlan Vos when this starts.

(Also, if this looks at all familiar, it's because it was inspired by this fic by cosmicocean on ao3.)

Fuck fuck kriffing-bantha-nerf-herding-motherfucking-hutts.

Anakin...might have been panicking. Just a bit.

He’d prepared for a lot, but Moff karking-son-of-a-bantha Tarkin sweeping unannounced onto his kriffing bridge while he was in the midst of informing a jedi that he was supposed to have already killed that he, you know, wasn’t going to be killed. Or tortured. Or used as bait for other jedi.

(‘In the midst of’ was an exaggeration. ‘About to’ was more accurate.)

And said jedi was standing in full fucking view of the entire fucking bridge because the bridge was supposed to be full of people he trusted and not Wilhulf fucking Tarkin and HOW HAD THIS HAPPENED???

Tarkin looked at Anakin, at a very much alive and entirely unrestrained Quinlan Vos (thank the Force Anakin hadn’t returned the man’s lightsabre yet), at Cody, Appo, and the others (frozen and also panicking under their blank stormtrooper armor), at the bridge crew (Captain Piett was going to start hyperventilating any moment now), and back to Anakin.

“I’m sure,” he said smoothly, an insufferably smug smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, “that you have a very good explanation as to why you have not executed the jedi scum as reported, Lord Vader. I’m sure the Emperor would love to hear it.”

So. Anakin was panicking, reminding himself that, as insufferably horrible as he was, Tarkin was one of the few men he couldn’t get away with killing without a good reason and, had he mentioned, panicking. So. Much. Panic. So he really couldn’t be blamed when all higher brain function fled, and what came out of his mouth was,

“What jedi scum?”

Kriff, kriff, kriff. He could feel Cody judging him from across the room.

Tarkin spluttered.

“What jedi scum?! The-the one standing right there beside you!”

Fuuuuuuck.

“I see no jedi.” Anakin told him.

So. Much. Judgement.

Tarkin lost his temper.

“THE JEDI TRAITOR QUINLAN VOS IS STANDING DIRECTLY TO YOUR RIGHT! HE IS HOLDING A TEA CUP!”

Mmhm. Yep. Okay, here he went, one Anakin Skywalker BS special, coming right up.

“This is not the jedi traitor Quinlan Vos.”

“What?” said Tarkin, eyebrows shooting up.

“What?” said definitely-jedi Quinlan Vos at the same time, though thankfully Tarkin hadn’t seemed to hear him.

Anakin groaned inwardly, drew himself up to Darth Vader’s impressive height and loomed.

“This,” he repeated impatiently, “is not Quinlan Vos, nor is he a jedi. This is…” Anakin frantically scoured his brain for a name and plausible explanation, “Informant Sergei.”

Complete silence fell. Anakin heard Cody cough slightly. If Captain Piett wasn’t careful, his eyes were going to pop out of his head. Vos was staring at him. He was pretty sure that Aphra (and when had she gotten here?) had started to film.

“Informant Sergei.” Tarkin said flatly.

Anakin loomed more aggressively. He was committed now. This was what he was going with and so help him, he was going to make this padawan-framing bastard believe it.

“Did you not hear me the first time?” he asked scathingly, channeling his master at his most irritated, and went on without waiting for an answer. “Informant Sergei has been working with me since the Clone Wars, and has stayed loyal to our cause throughout. His resemblance to his cousin Quinlan Vos has been a boon in gathering intelligence from those more...sympathetic to the old Order and was instrumental in leading Vos to his demise.”

There. He could work with that. Now, he just had to (somehow) get Tarkin to buy it. Which, going by the look on his face, hadn’t happened.

That was okay. Anakin hadn’t had the chance to bullshit someone this thoroughly since the Clone Wars; he had backlog.

The ball was in Tarkin’s court now. Immediately, he turned on Vos.

“What’s your name and what are you doing here?” he demanded sharply.

Vos glanced at Anakin, who was panicking again, then back to Tarkin. A lazy smile spread across his face.

“I’m Sergei Vos, that bastard Quinlan’s cousin on our dad’s side. I’m here to collect my reward for aiding in his capture.”

Anakin held back a sigh of relief, and his sense of Cody and the men relaxed fractionally. Vos hadn’t been one of the best undercover jedi for nothing, even Obi-Wan would’ve had a hard time beating that poker face.

Tarkin wasn’t done yet.

“Trooper! Have you worked with this Informant Sergei,” said, of course, in tones of deep disgust, “on previous assignments?”

Cody, bless him, didn’t miss a beat.

“Infromant Sergei has been a fine asset to the Empire.”

Anakin was going to have to get him something good the next time they went planet side. And it didn’t stop there.

“He’s a killer sabacc player,” Aphra chimed in, still filming.

“If you get them in good light, you can tell the difference pretty easily.” Lieutenant Needa, fresh out of the academy.

“Vos had a scar on his arm where Sergei bit him when they were young.” Grey.

“I lost my virginity to Informant Sergei.”

It took every ounce of willpower Anakin had not to turn and stare at Piett in utter disbelief. What the fuck was that?

...Vos winked lasciviously in Piett’s direction.

“And what a night it was.”

Okay. Whatever. Anakin had started this, he’d bear the consequences.

Tarkin looked nonplussed, but less certain of himself. Time to drive it home.

“If,” he said forbiddingly, “you are quite finished interrogating my staff, Grand Moff Tarkin.”

Tarkin glared at him.

“I expect Informant Sergei’s information to have arrived at my desk when I reach it.”

“Of course.”

“And if I find out that any of it is inaccurate…”

“You will not.”

One last incredulous look around the bridge later, Tarkin was striding out as abruptly as he came.

#my fanfic #star wars #anakin skywalker #wilhuff tarkin #quinlan vos #april fools day #yes #this is utterly ridiculous #but i made myself laugh when I wrote it #which is the important bit really lol #hope y'all enjoy it!! #informant sergei au

[intombedarc]

random headcanons: mundane edition.

liz hates the summer. however, she does like the beach to lay out and be lazy in the sun.

zatanna loves to collect rare crystals and give it to her occult friends as little gifts. these crystals are real and they do hold powerful energy, unlike the novelty crystals that people sell.

rogue loves to go clubbing. after she was ‘fixed’ with her abilities (and i use that term loosely), she dragged kitty, kurt and bobby all around new york looking for a places to dance the night away.

gwen plays drums and is learning guitar from mj. she takes inspiration from jo.ey jo.rdison and da.ve gro.hl, those are her idols in terms of drumming.

felicia owns three cats, two siamese (ruby and obi) and one black cat (diamond). she gives them the best food and babies them like they’re her kids.

it’s been said before but elektra doesn’t like roses. she thinks they’re a cheap flower to buy and there’s no consideration into getting them. she really loves orchids though.

jessica use to write poetry when she was younger, well into high school and sometimes when she’s not working on a case to get her mind off. it’s one of her few creative outlets.

lorna watches a lot of trashy television. she’s also into conspiracy documentaries, she finds them to be hilarious.

amora only visits midgard quietly if it’s fashion week and to stay in beautiful countries for a period of time. she thinks of the planet as a vacation spot.

kate is the karaoke queen. she can carry a good note and she’s classified as an alto. her parents took her to music classes, focusing on chorus when she was a child.

helena listens to em.inem, sli.pknot and hale.storm. those are her favorites to listen to when she’s training.

raven gets up early every morning to meditate. she does this to keep her powers in balance, one of the many teachings she’s learned during her time on azarath. her cat, dexter loves to join her on her shoulders.

dana only takes up the mantle of batwoman when terry goes out of commission or he’s needed elsewhere besides gotham city.

ivy grows fond of harley’s pets but she does not like the fact that they attempt to eat her plants. she’s banished them from her greenhouses until they’re trained to be restrictive.

manson’s guilty pleasure is listening to nsync. as soon as tucker found out about it and blabbed to danny, it’s been a on going joke between the two of them against her. she figures it’s a small victory against beating them both at video games.

yennefer enjoys reading scripts in her spare time. it’s the only part of her life she values the more, a little less than excelling in magic.

lily has snuck out of hogwarts more times than she claims. she has gotten much better at stealth, she’s never regretted doing it. she can thank sirius for her rebellious streak.

jesse does not sleep well so she takes suppressants to help her. she still gets up at five in the morning to run all throughout central park until she needs to report for duty and run the oldest house.

jyn is not good at taking care of herself medically. she’s terrible at stitching herself up and looks to cassian for extra help.

mara still has nightmares about her days with the empire. there are days where she questions her own morality and even her connection to the light of the force rather than the dark. she will always stand by her claim of being a grey jedi.

merrin hates to be left alone. she has a fear that she’ll be left behind again to fend for herself. while she tends to act like she doesn’t like being consumed, she’ll always want to be close by and give the other person their space.

jade doesn’t really know how technology in the modern world works. she eventually learns how to but you can’t give her an iphone and expect her to make a phone call. she’s more likely to break it apart to understand it from the inside.

eden eventually settles down on dantooine after the war is over so she can raise her daughter properly. she vowed to not let warfare get in the way of her raising tyla and asked her brother eron to watch over her in case something were to happen.

sersi has grown to explore her personality outside of the empire once she and her master, tara alayne, escape. she’s much more bubbly and observant, her stoic outlook is replaced with curiosity and light. she also reprograms id-9 to operate on freewill instead of the empire’s protocol.

#headcanons. #it can't rain all the time « out » #i said this was mundane #and it got sadder and sADDER

[softieskywalker]

Thank you for your fuck rian Johnson post (I'm guessing from Friday, idk what time it is), everyone's been on his dick since knives out, but I didn't forget how he fucked everything up in the last jedi.

yeah. it’s really sad to see people say stuff like “this luke appeals to the toxic fan” because not really? or if it does, it’s not a universal truth? what about us, the luke lovers who need a character who is good because he chooses to be good, who struggles with that because of his complicated legacy, who would die protecting friends and family, who is compassionate by nature, who would jump on his x-wing and fly across the galaxy blindly into whatever situation if it meant helping those in need. luke is incredibly important to me and to so many people because he’s the epitome of a hero. i didn’t need to see the bullshit version of him on the sequels because it makes no narrative sense. it serves no purpose to the story, rather it drags it down and destroys its own mythos. why would i need to see the character who literally represents the triumph of will over temptation, of love as powerful tool, of hope against the darkness lose that? failure in a character can be achieved without the need to destroy the essence of a character.

i had a great teacher, who must be one of the guys on earth who knows more about screenwriting and storytelling in the world. he has written books that they use in film school to teach screenwriting. he once told me this: to see the best of a character you have to push them to a breaking point. because when they break, you see what’s inside. and good characters are like crystal rocks, when you crack them there’s shiny stuff inside. what they did to luke in the sequels is like that krabby patty meme from spongebob where there’s grey goo inside.

and after such a disaster we really really needed to see luke how he REALLY is. like this: a hero. a flawed hero! he didn’t even told din his name. and yeah i will give them that a jedi ex machina might be lazy writing but it’s not like the entire season had been building up to that. to say that this luke only appeals to toxic dudebros is incredibly insulting to us who had our hearts crushed by a director who took the character who represents hope and said “no. he doesn’t matter. his story doesn’t matter. what he means to you doesn’t matter.”  

#rian johnson might know how to write a murder mystery but he knows jack shit about fantasy and mythology #star wars is about the grandeur of greek and roman mythology #anyways i won't ever forgive him for that #luke skywalker #meta #inbox #Anonymous

[numinex919]

Not An Angry TROS post.

Okay, so I watched TROS in all its WTF@ckery and here are my humble quick takes to make sense of this honestly confusing and cluttered movie.

[TROS SPOILERS]

Sith Side [aka cons]

Rey is not a nobody. This made me sad. I wanted her to be one of us, not Sith Royalty. I kept thinking her survival meant the old angry white guy wins in the end. 

Ben and Rey’s romantic development needed way more beats to make the ending have pathos (were they going for pathos? I needed to pee at that point so idk*). As it is we’re just left with:

Admiral Pride (I think) . . . 

Who dis?  

Sudden spy Hux? Suddenly dead Hux?

Fan service. Some of it honestly made me cringe. Man behind me who is clearly a Luke fan was so excited in all the Luke/Obvious Moments I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly keeled over.

Rose? I wondered where Kelly Marie Tran’s gorgeous smile on the red carpet had gone. It went the same way as her character development and in favour of new characters. As a writer I say:

I love Finn, but Suddenly Force Sensitive Finn? I’m not buying it after two movies. Show us earlier, not use it as a plot contrivance, for that’s surely what it was. Lazy writing is a Hell Worthy Sin.

Poe, we finally get a bit more character development and potential love interest now? Isn’t this movie busy enough?

Ben is dead and so is romance.

Palpatine sucking off Ben and Rey. Ewww. I wanted epic fighting together scene with a possible Thigh Grab. Where was it?!

Knights of Who?

LEIA HAD JEDI TRAINING? 

*TMI and a bit cold, but I’d already prepared myself for Ben’s death and I was glad of the distraction so I didn’t bawl my eyes out at the travesty in the middle of a not very crowded theatre.

Jedi [Pros]

Reylo is mother@cking CANON. We called it and we OWN that b!tch.

Ben’s scene with Dad. Oh gawd, All The Feels. Adam Driver acted his ass off.

The Solo Shrug™️

The Kiss, the touching . . .

The healing between Ben and Rey – her healing his wound, him healing hers. So layered with meaning. (Sadly too little too late after too many beats of pseudo conflict).

Ol’ Palps calling Ben ‘Skywalker’. Hmmm. For me Rey taking that name is suddenly a little more interesting . . .

Rey’s parents were LOVELY and I loved them and I want their story. They went some way to explaining her desire to do/be good.

Humorous moments from Droids and small droid expert fella (who is just too cute).

Humorous moments with other characters.

‘Ow’ [humorous Ben Solo – be still my ovaries]

Lightsaber switch and the moment they raise their lightsabers together.

Final thoughts (for now) . . . I am sitting in the grey area right now in terms of Ben and Rey.

My Sith side says: This was lazy fan service writing and a safe fall back on tired tropes to try to avoid angering any of the community. Out of touch ideology that ended up infuriating everyone.

Jedi side says: This was either a lazy ass piece of writing trying to do too much fan service to everyone or there is another movie coming with Ben and Rey or their offspring (preference is for Ben and Rey). My writer senses are tingling. There were too many things left hanging re Ben and Rey that in a movie that tried to tie off loose ends seemed really freaking odd.  That Daisy Ridley who has shown she’s capable of emotional acting was so chill at Ben’s death . . .

Btw this ‘Force Dyad’ thing doesn’t cover them being ‘one’ and therefore making Ben’s death acceptable (at least according to what I could find atm). A dyadic relationship is pretty much a marriage if it’s romantic. Therefore they should be together.

#reylo #reylo is endgame #save ben solo #reylo trash #rey x ben

[skullpoolwriter]

Mun Survey

Repost please, don't reblog 

nickname: Koi

zodiac: Cancer

height: 5'3"

timezone: UK/GMT

favorite video game: Pokemon

favorite band/artist: it’s a tie between New Found Glory, Blink-182, and Foo Fighters.

favorite movie: another tie: Star Wars: Return of the Jedi, Pacific Rim, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Scott Pilgrim, Hocus Pocus, Clue, Top Gun, and so many others!

favorite show: yet another tie: It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Bob’s Burgers, Leverage, Hell’s Kitchen, and there’s more but I’m blanking!

song stuck in my head: don’t have one so instead, here’s the last song I listened to: Saviour by Rise Against.

last movie I saw: Lucy (2014). I forgot how little sense that movie makes!

last thing I googled: Checklist synonyms - for work as I have to create a checklist but the Head of my Dept doesn’t want to call it a checklist!

do I get asks: Occasionally

average amount of sleep: whatever it is, it never feels like enough

what am I wearing: a Star Wars t-shirt and pyjama bottoms

favorite food: My Dad’s version of Mac and Cheese.

favorite animal: cats, sloths, capybaras, octopus, alpacas.

play any instruments: I used to be able to play flute, piano, and bass guitar but I’m extremely out of practice.

eye color: Brown

hair color: Dirty blonde with grown-out bleached ends and random greys throughout

languages you speak: English. I know a few random words in other languages but not enough to say I can speak them fluently.

random fact: I have a Master’s degree in Creative Writing!

describe yourself as an aesthetic: lazy nerd girl

any tattoos: 7! A semi colon, a koi fish, an anchor, a ship sailing into a sunset, R2-D2, a Maneki-neko, and a book.

piercings: 11, all in my ears!

tagged by: @imxthexhandler​ and @quiveringdeer​ - such babes, please follow if you’re not already

tagging: you seeing this? You’re tagged!

[cloudvelundr]

So, uh, an AU no one asked for, in the vein of Link has a fucking gun: Link has a fucking laser sword.

So first I’m not all up on my extended universe stuff, I only know what fic tells me but like that’s ever stopped me:

A Jedi lands/crashes on an uncharted world

It’s a pre-industrial/contact/whatever world with a mix of sapient species, most of which are at least somewhat humanoid, who all seem to have some kind of extra sensory abilities, and who are currently in some kind of conflict

He thinks there’s signs of an ancient technological civilization

(he’s half wrong - there is still room for magic in this world)

In the ruins left by a recent skirmish the force leads the Jedi to a sensitive child and its dying parent who lives long enough to repeat one word, a name: Link

The child goes to the temple

He dreams in prophecy and has some powers the masters can never quite explain but he gets a handle of them and they don’t cause (much) trouble so it’s never much a concern

Link grows up kind, clever, mischievous as youth often are, a little reckless and a lot braver than his master’s nerves can handle

He’s eventually knighted, and earns mastery young, along with some renoun and some criticism- there’s sometimes a little more property damage around him than the council’s nerves can handle

At some point around mastery he needs a new sabre- he’s changed, his style has changed and the old crystal no longer quite suits him as it did as a youngling, but it does for a while until he can go gather a new one

The gathering never happens - something, the force he thinks but he’s not certain, calls him down to the temple wellspring where he meditates and sees a vision of a woman (he thinks) with wings (he thinks) with an aura of such warmth and power (of this there is no doubt) calling out to him to come to her - to come home. He wakes with a crystal in his hand

It has... a lot more personality than the average kyber

It has a damn name

He goes

He crashes

(He will never leave)

Other things:

Hylia may or may not be the winged goddess

Demise/Ganon may or may not be the fanged god

Hyrule is a wellspring world

it doesn’t matter when in sw this happens

The sheikah will one day base their tech off the ship and sword and tools he brought with him

guardian swords n shit based on kyber tech and magic

Zelda #1 is probably a vergence in the force

Link might be too tbh

If he’s skyward link he’s actually from the surface and hylia calls him so help her daughter purify the wellspring/banish demise

Corellian Jedi 100% for the green tunic and slightly less emotional constipation

There’s apparently Jedi Adventure Robes which involves a hooded grey tunic ... like, You Gotta

If any corellian Jedi’s gonna earn a blood stripe it’s this idiot

I had more but that was last night and I did not get up to write it down brain theater is v inconvenient sometimes

If someone wants to play with the concept go nuts I couldn’t find a similar thing in my (very lazy) search

#velundr draws #link #legend of zelda #star wars #link has a fucking lazer sword #master sword

[swellwriting]

Datapads and Love Letters - PT.2

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Reader x Armitage Hux

Warnings: this contains Smut

A/N: HERE ITS IS finally part two, took me a while because its a little longer but I hope it pleases you all. I love love love writing for Hux so expect more of him in the near future.

Word Count: 5.3k   Part Three

You both ignored the summons from the Supreme Leader, you figured there were other things worth doing and walking with Armitage to his office proved more time worthy. You could only ignore the Supreme Leader for so long though, you had to train with him in ten minutes, taking into account the 8 minute walk and that you usually always arrived early. You felt your thoughts nagging you to leave but as you stood in Armitage’s office doorway watching him organize his papers that Millicent had knocked over, the way he gently pet her with his free hand, you never wanted to look away.

It was him who looked at his wall clock and then at you with a concerned brow perked up on his face. “You're going to be late.”

“And for once I don't really care.” You replied with a shrug of your shoulders, the fear of being in trouble a mere tiny thought in the back of your head right now.

“He's already angry enough, you want to make it worse?” He asked, the fear of his superior evident in his voice.

“He has no right to be angry, I'm my own person.”

“You’re his apprentice, who he adores, and I'm the general that he hates, I'm sure he wants me as far away as possible from you as to not distract you.”

“He doesn't really get a say in what I do in my personal time, or who I spend it with.”

“He does get a say when he kills me for being even more of an inconvenience to him,” Hux argues as he sits down, Millicent jumping into his lap trying to calm him down.

“Then he would lose his beloved apprentice, besides he wouldn't kill you, I've seen you use a blaster, you’re quite skilled don't downplay your strengths, especially against a man with so many weaknesses.”

“The Supreme Leader has no weaknesses.” Hux points out with disdain rather than admiration.

“Sure he does, you just have to train with him for months on end to find them, luckily I have done exactly that and I can tell you each and everyone.”

“That's a conversation for another time, I don't want to make you late, you should really go.”

“A conversation for another time, like later tonight?” You ask as he walks towards the door, beginning to push the door shut until he hears your proposal.

“Tonight?” He asks, his voice unsure all of a sudden.

“Yeah, make me dinner General, and I’ll give you all my top-secret intel.”

“Oh-okay,” he stutters as his cheeks glow rosy pink yet again.

“Okay, see you at 7.” You declare a time so confidently and then lean up on the tips of your shoes and kiss him on the forehead. He smiles bashfully before realizing anyone walking by could have seen that and then he closes the door. He rests his now hot forehead against the cold metal of the door frame, exhaling slowly to calm himself down as Milicent weaves between his feet.

-

“You're late.” Kylo declares as you walk into the training room, without even turning around to face you.

You point at the wall on the clock, using the force to press the buttons on the side messing up the time and setting it back five minutes.

“Actually, I'm two minutes early!”

“Haha very funny. Fix the clock, and sit down,” he says sarcastically.

You fix the clock with ease and then sit on the mat in front of him, assuming the position to meditate, mirroring his own.

“Sorry for missing out on a bit of meditating, a few lost minutes would set me back so far in my training I'm sure.”

“You need to learn to focus.”

“I am focused,” you argue.

“Learn to focus on the things that matter, no distractions.”

“Oh, here we go.” You tease and he drops his hands and gives you a pointed look. He begins to speak but you hold up a finger to silence him, “Don't.”

“So you're telling me what to do now?” Kylo asks looking taken aback, “please remind me which of us is the Master and which is the apprentice.”

“I mean technically, I am the level of apprentice in the backwards mix of Jedi, Sith and general force training situation we have here, but technically you’re a padawan still.”

“Y/n,” he warns closing his eyes in frustration. You may be inferior to him, almost as strong but not as skilled and practised as he is, but that doesn't mean you bow down to him, you give him the attitude he deserves, and you live to annoy him since nobody else has the guts to.

“Kylo,” you tease, but in your mind, you really think about calling him Ben which he reads easily since you didn't try to hide it from him. One of his strengths is reading minds, digging into people’s thoughts. He prides himself in how good he is at it, he has only ever been stumped by the “girl” and you.

“You let me read that thought, but how did I not know about your relationship or romantic feelings.”

“I think it has been established that I'm very good at tuning you out, though I'm not the first.”

He exhales loudly, clearly getting annoyed by your attitude and rowdiness today, and you haven't even started training.

“I have a personal life, though it's near impossible on this floating piece of space junk, covered in the blandest shade of grey paint and metal finish, and I like to keep that to myself.”

“You question me about my personal life all the time.”

“I have to, you have nobody else to talk to about it, I'm your only friend on this ship.”

“We are not friends,” he argues, trying to act stern, his relationship and training with Luke and Snoke were nothing like this, he was such a better well-behaved student compared to you, but he couldn't deny that he liked you, he admired your strength, he needed you and he couldn't help but become friends with you, especially because nobody else bothers getting close to him. He doesn't want to lose this part of the Master/ Apprentice relationship he has with you over some stupid general.

“Are too, you're the Supreme Leader you don't have any code you need to worry about breaking, you make the rules and the rules can say that you are allowed to be friends with me, dare I say care enough to die for me in battle,” you say standing up and getting in a stance to practice your fighting.

“So I can make more rules for you to break?”

“Well, rules don't apply to me, I'm one of a kind. Unless that Rey girl decides to switch sides and become your apprentice but I don't see that happening anytime soon, I think I’d kill her first anyways.”

“Words and empty threats you can’t fill.”

“Maybe I can if you get up off your ass and start training with me instead of worrying about any relationships I may or may not have.”

“Oh she barks like a Corellian hound but can she bite like one?” He teases as he pulls his mask over his head, you mimic his action, turning your heal and bending your knee preparing to outmatch his strength with your speed and agility. You pinched every one of his nerves in the five minutes of meditation before training, he wouldn't be going easy on you today.

-

A few hours of training later and some bruises and scrapes waiting to be tended to and a shower that was calling your name all waited for you behind your door, you anticipated the sweet feeling of being in your own personal space so much so that you basically had tunnel vision. Your fingers twitching you to use the force to press the buttons once you were closer but your mind lost focus at the sound of your name.

An officer you often work with is walking down the hall with General Hux by his side and a few troopers, as the lower officers you're familiar with usually do, he says hello.

“Good afternoon General Y/L/N.”

You nod with a weak tired smile, the blood dripping down from your nose, thanks to Kylo’s elbow. Hux gives you a concerned look as he turns his neck to keep looking over your appearance, your tattered clothes, and messy hair, if it wasn't for the blood dripping down your face he would be looking at you with pure admiration.

You give him a wide smile to help him see you are truly okay and his worried expression fades to his usual stern one before he looks away from you and replies to the officer he's walking with.

Hux should be finishing up his work for the day soon, there is no way he's working late today especially when he has to shower, make himself look presentable and then manage to cook dinner for you without even really knowing what you like.

He knows you well, as well as any coworker would, but he doesn't know you like a friend, the way Phasma knows you or as much as he hates it, the way Kylo knows you better than anyone.

-

You shower, wipe the blood from your face and braid your damp hair so it’s both out of your face and effortlessly wavy for later. Since you have time to kill and you are too lazy to get ready now you sit in your bed still wrapped in your towel and lose your mind to whatever interesting things you can find on your datapad.

You don't really care that your sheets might be getting a bit damp from your towel, or that you should be spending time perfecting your appearance for Armitage. Not to say that you aren't going to put the effort in, but he just saw you looking like you crawled out of a garbage compactor and aside from your bloody nose he still looked at you like you were dressed for the Canta Bight casinos.

One of the dressed in the back of your closet, reserved for political parties and undercover intel missions, that hadn't been worn yet would be perfect. It was this dark grey colour, sheer fabric with a silk underlying that was stark black, it was elegant and far fancier than it needed to be but you wanted him to see you in something different than your usual black tight pants and black cape type shirt thing with the oversized hood you always wore. You really needed some more colourful clothing items.

You planned on wearing a regular set of black lacey underwear and no bra as the silk underlining of the dress was tight enough to keep things mostly in place.

Owning such lavish expensive things was new to you, but the first order had money, and being a general and apprentice to the Supreme Leader meant your pay grade was well above the normal officer. Before the first order you were poor, so going from wearing dirty rags and stolen clothes to fancy sheer dresses and lace underwear was quite the upgrade.

Comparing washing up in a cold lake to your personal black tiled ferrocrete shower was otherworldly, literally.

You put your datapad down and for a moment imagined what Hux’s room actually looked like, you had barely seen the entryway as you had been too busy either staring at his face or kissing it to take notice. 

You wondered how much it mirrored yours, if he had any windows, if he kept it cold but had fuzzy warm blankets like you do, what his bed looked like and how much you wanted to be in it with him.

Maybe this was all too presumptuous of you, based on stories you've heard of relationships from officers who like you enough to dish about their love life to you, since Kylo and Phasma were not the best people to give you any sort of relationship insight.

You assumed Hux was inexperienced, his father was strict, the academy was strict and now he was so strict himself, so busy upholding his position as general that you had never seen him being close with anybody, you couldn't imagine him inviting an officer to his quarters for dinner. You hoped he had never looked at anyone the way he looks at you, never blushed so cherry red the way he does because of you, never cooked anyone else dinner like he was doing right now for you.

Hux was probably rushing around his kitchen, stressed beyond belief and trying not to trip over a Milicent who had never seen him move so fast around his quarters except when he was chasing after her.

This was so strangely new to you too, you had spent your whole life fighting to survive, not trusting anyone to let them close enough until now. You couldn't help but hope he was as inexperienced as you were.

You crawled out of bed and dropped your towel to the ground, slipping on your underwear and looking at yourself in the mirror hoping that what you saw in the reflection was something he would like, running your hands up your thighs to your hips, across your stomach and then doing a spin before walking to the closet to grab your dress, it was easy to slip on and after pulling your hair free from the braid and slipping on your sandals you only wore indoors on the ship, you walked your way to Hux's door. 

Knocking just as you had earlier, still just as nervous, the queasy feeling in your stomach had returned and before you could knock a second time Hux opened the door, face already pink and blushed at the thought of you, his face heating up the longer he looked at you before grabbing your hand and inviting you inside.

Hux was wearing his uniform, though it somehow looked neater as if he had pressed it more than usual which seemed impossible, his hair gelled back the way he usually does it and he looks so professional, exactly how you would expect.

When he sees you, with your hair down, a sheer dress and sandals, no cape or lightsaber to be seen, something Kylo would highly disapprove of, he feels underdressed. He wishes he had something more for this occasion, but he always had to wear his general uniform, he didn't have fancy suits to wear to galas and he never had to go undercover. He wished he could be more for you.

You walk up to him and his hands quickly fall to your sides holding you close as he waits to see your actions.

Your hands travel up the front of his smooth uniform, the cold pins brush against your fingertips as you make your way up. You may be the same rank as him but he has so many accomplishments marked with pins and patches, more than you could ever have. Even if you had no feelings for this man you would argue forever with Kylo about how no one else could do Armitages job, no one as skilled as him existed in this line of work, the First-order was thriving because of him and Kylo could deny it all he wanted but it’s the truth.

Your hands slide up his neck and his cheeks, they are baby soft without a stray hair of facial hair at all. He hoped for a moment that you would kiss him, pull him by his cheeks and meet your lips to his.

Instead, and much to his dismay, you fingers continue their travel, sliding between his hair and his scalp and pulling gently messing up the prim and proper hairstyle with a shake of your fingers.

He frowns and is about to complain when you pull his hair gently, bringing him closer to you and finally give him the kiss he was hoping for. It's forceful and messy as you continue to ruin his hair, which is an improvement in your eyes.

By the time you pull away his lips are red and he seems to have forgotten about his appearance.

“Hungry?” he asks, still holding you close.

“Of course.” You reply sweetly as you make your way to the table.

“How was training with Ren?” He asks as he brings you a plate and sits across from you.

“Rough, but worthwhile. I talked to him about us, I think he was most angry about the fact that he didn't see it coming, that I hid my feelings from him for so long.”

“How long?” Hux blurts out, instantly wanting to know how long these feelings have existed for.

You tried to hide your amused smile as you spoke, “The exact moment of realization and acceptance of my feelings for you is hard to pinpoint to a specific time, but I suppose I had thoughts about you, different from anyone else on this ship, that I felt I had to hide since I first met you.”

This admission was too much for Hux's heart to take, he tried to think about the first time he met you, how he had also been enamoured with you since that very moment, trying and failing to keep his emotions concealed until he geniusily wrote them down for the entire ship to get their hands on and be made aware of.

“And I hid them well until you decided to write your feelings down and manage to let the whole ship in on it.”

Hux smile faded, clearly missing the joking sweet tone of your voice, “I'm sorry about that,” he was mentally punishing himself again.

“Oh, don't be stupid Armitage, if you hadn't I wouldn’t be here right now, eating dinner with you, I wouldn’t be able to mess up your hair or kiss you. I wouldn't be here patiently waiting for you to ask me to be your girlfriend so we have a title to tell people when they inquire about us,” you tease and he looks up at you from across the table, he stands and walks over to your chair kneeling beside you so your faces are level.

“General Y/L/N, will you do me the honour of being my girlfriend, an official title to add to your many others.”

“Mhhm it does sound like it will be my favourite of them. Not quite as much as when I steal your last name but it will do for now.” You tease knowing the thought will make him perfectly flustered.

“So that's a yes?” He asks nervously holding your hands in his.

“Only if you kiss me.” You say with a wide smile, as he leans closer and kisses you.

You’re not one to wait around, now that feelings and titles have been established you might as well act on how you feel and what you want, you’re in a floating piece of space junk that could be blown up any second so risks were something you took often.

Right now all you wanted, or felt as though you needed, was for him to be closer, to touch him in every way you ever thought of late at night. You grabbed his shoulder pushing him away from you, half using a bit of the force so he would be pushed to the floor. You crawled onto of him, straddling him and feeling the cool tile of the floor against your knees, your dress bunched up and your lace panties pressed against the growing tent in his pants.

When Hux was making dinner, getting ready for tonight, he never thought he would wind up in this position with you. He's thought about it before, but it didn't seem realistic to him that you would want him this way. He knew what he wanted, but he had no experience with any of this to think up and accurate timeline. How do two people confess their feelings, establish a relationship, mention marriage and do whatever this is or whatever it ends up leading to, all in one day?

Maybe it was the feelings being held back for so long, the mutualness of it all, the similar feeling of need and impatience, the trust they had already established with one another, that made everything so easy to click into place.

He isn’t sure what to do next, he wants to touch you but he's shy and he isn't sure what he is allowed or not allowed to do so he settles on keeping his hands on your waist where he knows he's allowed to.

You lean down and kiss him feverishly, your hands sliding up his chest and messing up his smooth uniform, running your fingers through his hair and tilting his head back against the ground so you can kiss down his neck and around the collar of his pressed shirt. You kiss and bite and lick the soft skin of his neck and he stares up at the ceiling, finding it hard to breathe, his hands squeeze your hips to stop him from moving them. He tries to focus on the feeling of your lips on his skin instead of how much wants to touch you but it only makes his fingers dig into the skin of your hips harder, pushing against the silk and sheer fabric he wishes wasn't there.

You feel his fingers, you stop your kisses for a moment to see his face and his eyes are screwed shut which makes you worry that you're doing this all wrong.

“Am I hurting you?” You ask quietly hovering over his face.

His eyes open up wide, like that's the most ludicrous thing you have ever said.

“Oh kriffs no, not at all I'm just...I’m...I don't know what I'm doing.”

Though the hold on your hips isn't as tight his hands are still there so you take his wrists in your hands and bring them to your knees on either side of him, sliding them up and underneath the materials on your dress until he’s holding your hips again, only a faint trace of lace against his fingertips and your soft supple skin.

“You can touch me,” you say softly as you take your hands away placing them on the ground to support your weight as you lean down and begin to kiss up to his neck again, “however you'd like.” You finish as you grind your hips down on him making him almost bite his tongue trying to hold in a moan.

He clearly wasn't expecting that.

You continue your movements against him in a timed rhythm grinding up and down against him as he slides his hands under your lace underwear grabbing at your ass pulling you down harder against him.

This time you moan as you kiss under his ear and the sound is so sweet he feels like he couldnt melt at this moment. You kiss him heavily, tongue and teeth clashing in the messy attempt of making out while both of you are only half focused on kissing and mostly focused on the feeling of you grinding against him.

“Armitage,” you whisper into his ear, a sultry tone, “take me to your bed please?” You ask and he quickly fumbles to get up, removing his hands and flattening down his uniform out of habit. You giggle to your self at this, him tidying himself up as if you aren’t about to take every piece of that uniform off of him. He looks at you for a moment before you jump into his arms, he quickly grabs the back of your thighs holding you in place and you hold yourself up by wrapping your arms behind his neck. 

Kissing up his neck and using one hand to start unbuttoning his uniform as he tries to walk to his room placing you on his bed, he goes to let go of you but you pull him down with you by the back of his neck. The buttons are intricate and you don't want to rip them, so as he kisses you, his hands sliding up under your dress again, making it pool at your hips that were wrapped around his waist, you use the force to undo his buttons one by one until you can push the uniform off his shoulders and throw it onto the ground, he pauses for a moment to see his uniform in a piled mess but you place a hand on his cheek and direct his attention back to you. 

“Take mine off now,” you tell him and his hands that were at the sides of your stomach continue their journey, his fingers tremble when he feel no lace or material across your ribs, meaning your only wearing lace panties underneath. He manages to continue with shakey fingers until your dress is easily pulled over your head. He barely gets a moment to admire you, careful not to touch yet even though he has your permission before you grab his undershirt pulling it over his head and begin to unbutton his pants, pulling at his belt.

He helps you a bit, kicking off his pants until he’s just in his underwear. You dig your heal into his back pulling him flush against you, grinding as you had done before.

“If you keep doing that, I'm gonna, I mean I'm not gonna be…” he struggles to find the right words, a man with the vocabulary like his and he can figure out how to tell you your about to make him come in his underwear.

You just smile up at him mischievously and he's so nervous he can’t even smile back. “So you're telling me to just get on with it then, stop messing around?” You ask, completely ready to have him inside you but his eyebrows furrow.

“No, not rushing you I just, I wanna touch you a bit first?” He asks.

“Well, how can I deny a request like that?” You tease and bring him down for a kiss as his hands brush against the skin of your ribs before he cups your breasts in his hands, his fingers travel across the skin tickling you and making you smile into the kiss. His thumb brushes against your nipple and you can’t help but arch your back into him.

He takes that as a sign that he's doing good so he copies your earlier ministrations and moves his kisses to below your jaw, down your neck, sucking and biting lightly just as you did. His kisses a trail down further than you did, kissing around your collar bone and then down to your chest where he licks shyly testing what you like and don't. When your head tilts back and you grip his hair harder between your fingers he gets his answer. 

While his mouth continues kissing your breasts his hand travels down sliding under the front of your lace underwear not really sure where to go after that. You grab his wrist with one hand and guide his fingers as he slides two inside of you, his palm rubbing against your clit making you close your eyes and bite down on your bottom lip.

When you grab his briefs and begin to pull them down he stops and pulls your underwear down too, sort of hopelessly following all of your actions to try to get this right.

You offer him an awkward but sweet smile before pulling him closer, kissing him and then guiding him between your legs. You grab his hip and push him in slowly, it’s easy even though he was larger than you thought he would be, he had you soaking before you even made it to his bed. The feeling is strange though, he stretches you blissfully inch by inch as you pull him in by his hip. 

Once he's fully in you wrap your legs around him and he slowly and nervously begins to move his hips in motion, he stops kissing you, his sweaty forehead now placed against yours and you watch his delicate face, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and his cheeks red and flushed. You watch as his look of frustration is taken over by a look of pleasure and bliss before he hides his face in the crook of your neck, attempting to kiss your skin but doing too many things at once is very hard when he feels this good, sliding in between your legs like this.

It's slow but filled with pleasure and love and need. He doesn't last long but neither do you, it isn't long before you're squeezing around him, causing a groan to escape his throat and the air leaving his mouth the tickle your neck.

You let out a series of moans as well, a mixture of pitchy sounds and murmurs of his name. You can tell he's about to whisper something into the skin of your neck as you feel him twitch inside of you, your stomach twisting tighter and tighter with each thrust. He doesn't manage any words though he just moans agaisnt your neck as he comes, you pull his hair as gently as you can manage as you do the same.

His hands slide underneath you to hold you close as he keeps his face hidden, perhaps a little embarrassed about the whole ordeal. You only move away to pull him out of you and let him pull you both onto your sides instead of him lying on top of you.

He still doesn't look at you, he is sort of frozen, holding you tightly is all he knows how to do right now. He isn't sure what comes next, he knows you're his girlfriend now, that was established before all of this happened, but he doesn't want you to leave and he fears if he let’s go that you will.

You are not frozen at all, completely content being held in his arms as your breathing calms, you gently play with his hair, and scratch his scalp, your fingers glide over his back tracing circles and shapes, trailing his shoulder blades and spine with tiny tickling touches. This helps him relax and you can feel that the way he sort of becomes less rigid and slumps in your arms.

“We should get up,” you say quietly and he holds you tighter.

“I don't want you to leave,” he whispers against your neck.

“Who said I was leaving, I just said we should get up.”

“What if I don't want to?”

“Well, if you don't want me to leave and you don’t want to get up then that leaves me having to shower all by myself and that doesn't seem much fun does it.

Armitage moves back and looks at your face for a moment before asking, “You want me to shower with you?”

You smiled and kissed his slightly swollen pink lips, “well we can have a bath if you'd prefer that, I assume your refresher is equipped with both like mine?”

“Yes it is, and that sounds rather nice,” he says and then smiles against your lips.

He watches as you stand up and walk over to the kitchen instead of the direction of the refresher.

“It’s that way,” he says loud enough for you hear before you walk back into the room with the bottle of wine from dinner and two glasses.

“Oh I know,” you say with a smile before gesturing for him to follow you.

Meanwhile, Kylo is sat in his room, brooding, he can sense that you’re in Hux’s chambers, that you feel very happy and so does Hux, and he hates every second of it.

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[tsaduri]

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑   ..      right  hand  of  god.                           trilla suduri is a dead woman.                           i found pieces of her,  i found so many pieces.

           𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 & 𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝚂.

my carrd is under-construction & so for now, here is a brief overview & summary.

this is a private and semi-selective writing blog for the second sister / trilla suduri of star wars jedi: fallen order. 

my name is naz,  i’m 21,  jewish & from new zealand.     i’m a huge meme & a full time student.     i love video games and spend too much time reading.     i’m super approachable & u can just send me a meme and we can hang.     discord is avaliable on request!

i am working on a prequels verse!     i’m just lazy and slow.     i have a modern verse [which i’ll detail in a post soon] and a cyberpunk/futuristic verse,  which again, will be detailed later.

i’m also just lazy & slow in general.     please understand my replies will take a while sometimes.     however,  i fully admit that i do prioritize replies to people i talk to regularly & have plotted with.     i simply find it easier & as trilla can be fickle,  it helps my writing.     please feel free to come and throw yourself at me so we can plot!

i will not interact with any kylo ren or general hux blogs.     full stop end of story.

i default to a non-canon verse in which trilla  survived  vader’s attack & escaped.     as the second sister,  she is declared and assumed dead.     she was however,  left scarred & alone,  taking an escape pod from nur during the ensuing chaos & eventually heading to the planet, arkanis. 

the main point of scarring occurs across her back,  connecting from her left upper arm near the shoulder joint and crossing diagonally across her back.     the heat from the lava beneath the flooring left the right side of her face scarred in the cheek & jawbone area.     however,  due to her helmet as an inquisitor rarely ever being removed,  her face is not publicly known.     darth vader,  the grand inquisitor,  cal kestis and cere junda being the only living people knowing her face. 

she currently lives on alderaan;  under the alias of eva and working dealing junk in a small store.     the second sister is considered to be dead & trilla suduri was considered to have a long time ago.

>    the final moments of ‘the second sister’, she changes sides and defects [avenge us, to the padawan’s like her & her genuine look of defeat after cal bests her].     she considers herself  grey  now, neither jedi or sith.     she is simply grey & one with the force.

i will elaborate later on trilla’s force abilities later but please understand: she is an exceptionally powerful force-user.     she trained as a padawan for several years before eventually being captured & tortured.     she trained under the hand of darth vader,  both in the force & as a duelist.     she rose to the rank of second sister for a reason.     but --   since her break from the dark side & the inquisition,  she loses power.     purposely cutting off her own abilities of anything self-deemed  too dark,  she is signifigantly weaker but regains some light-side abilities she once abanonded.

when referring to her:  anything pre-order 66,  she is trilla suduri.     post-order 66 and pre-defection,  she is the second sister only.     as the second sister,  she is known & feared in the galaxy.     her outfit,  markings & voice are recognizable as the second sister.     after defection,  she is eva;  to all those who do not previously know her.     out of character,  i usually refer to her as trilla as a general overview but occasionally as the second sister when specifically talking about her time in the inquisition.

i will eventually add more to this & detail more about later.

#*RULES. #i hate when u format something....... and then tumblr unformats it