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katarvitz · 1 year

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“The Eternal Watchman:

The model is of the S.D.F Karybdis, the original flagship of the Severian Defense Fleet. Having served in defense of the Principate between 10 BBY and 07 ABY, the Nebulon B Frigate was captained by Lucian Niatinus himself during his early years of rulership. Originally labelled the Tyrant’s Hand, it was renamed after a fast moving channel on Sirmium to reflect the Principate’s secession from the Galactic Empire.

The ship fought in multiple engagements both prior to and following the Principate’s formation, typically against rival powers and pirate groups. Supporting the Defense Fleet as a light carrier, the vessel earned a multitude of battle honours for actions beginning with the Battle of the Orphan Gulf, which saw the total destruction of a slaver guild which had plagued the Principate’s worlds for fifteen years. Later conflicts would include the Osalner Landings, in which the Karybdis engaged and destroyed five corvette class raiders as it served as the sole orbital support for the 422nd Evocati in an attack on a pro-Imperial holdout.

Accumulated battle damage saw the Karybdis finally retired in 08 ABY and sent to a deconstruction yard, but a turbulent exit from hyperspace led to it being torn free from the tug escorting it. The Karybdis fell into orbit over the moon of Einboldt, in an act its former crew have claimed was a final bid for freedom. This action led to public attention and, after its orbit was stabilised, the vessel was converted into a museum ship.”

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This was one of several pieces produced for a recent Dark Jedi Brotherhood competition, offering up a gift to the Principate. The reasoning behind this, and the creation process will be uploaded in a second document, breaking down how this was all put together. This is just the end result of all that.

To make this clear: This was far from my best work. I was working with an unfamiliar material, forced to move my workspace more than eight times during construction, without the tools I would typically use, the paint brushes I would need for fine work, and against a crowded deadline. In that regard, while it isn't something I would typically bring up as an example of what I can do on my best day, I can look on it as what I am capable of when every single thing is going wrong around me. It's not fantastic, but it's still reasonably decent for its intended role.

I also have a building journal on making this one that I'll link in here once I move it over to somewhere suitable.

You can find out more at Clan Odan-Urr in the Dark Jedi Brotherhood.

If you are interested in joining then take a look here.

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sw5w · 8 months

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Two Jedi

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:02:45

#Saak'ak #Lucrehulk-class LH-3210 #Radiant VII #Consular-class cruiser #Jedi robes #Qui-Gon Jinn #Obi-Wan Kenobi #starboard outer hangar #main circuitry panel #TC-14 #Trade Federation #Star Wars #Episode I #The Phantom Menace #Trade Federation battleship #Republic cruiser #Judicial Forces #Jedi

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kaminokatie · 9 months

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Anakin Skywalker General Dating Headcannons

Synopsis - Anakin Skywalker dating headcannons.

Warnings - SFW & NSFW.

Word Count - 0.8k.

[Caffeinate Me]

SFW:

: ̗̀➛ Let’s be real here, you’re probably going to be Anakin’s (older) padawan. He’ll take you under his wing after Ahsoka leaves the Jedi Order, seeing tremendous value in your abilities.

: ̗̀➛ At first, Anakin only sees you as his padawan. But the more time he spends with you, the more he finds himself viewing you in a different light.

: ̗̀➛ Anakin finds himself wanting to train with you more often than he should. He wants to see how far you’ve come since you had started training with him. So, Anakin has you training in your spare time.

: ̗̀➛ When he’s not around you, Anakin finds himself thinking about you, wanting to make sure you’re okay. That’s when Anakin realises he’s falling in love with you. He’ll comm you often just to speak with you and ‘discuss the mission’ when in reality, he just wants to hear your voice.

: ̗̀➛ Anakin confesses his feelings to you after you almost die on a mission. The two of you are alone in the med-bay and he pulls you flush to his chest and with tears in his eyes he whispers to you, “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. I-I’m in love with you.”

: ̗̀➛ You’re shocked. You didn’t think Anakin would ever see you like that, not that you mind, you feel exactly the same way. “I’m okay Anakin,” you whisper in response, pulling away from the sweet embrace.

: ̗̀➛ Anakin wastes no time in pushing his lips to yours. His lips are soft and warm against your own chapped and dry ones. You sigh into the kiss and automatically kiss back, your eyes fluttering closed as your arms make their way around his neck.

: ̗̀➛ “I love you,” Anakin whispers into your lips.

: ̗̀➛ “I love you too Anakin,” you reply, a smile gracing your lips.

: ̗̀➛ From that day on Anakin never had you leave his side. If he went on a mission, you went on the mission with him. There were no ifs, ands or buts about it. The Jedi Council never dared separate you two again.

: ̗̀➛ Anakin would pull you into a secluded, dark corner or room and make-out with you both before and after missions or any time he was able to get you alone away from prying eyes.

: ̗̀➛ The 501st catch on quickly but don’t say anything to either of you. They notice the way Anakin looks at you from across the room, or the way his hand would ‘accidentally’ brush past yours when you were walking.

: ̗̀➛ Anakin stays in your quarters with you, sleeping in your bed and using your shower etc just so he doesn’t have to leave you.

: ̗̀➛ When the two of you get married, which is quite early on into your relationship, you swap lightsabers instead of rings as a symbol of your love for each other. Your lightsabers are extremely similar so it wouldn’t be so noticeable, but Anakin was willing to take the risk anyway.

NSFW:

: ̗̀➛ Anakin loves to have sex with you. It’s his favourite way to show you just how much he loves you.

: ̗̀➛ His favourite position is missionary. He loves being able to see your face when he fucks you and watches the way your face contorts in pleasure.

: ̗̀➛ Usually has sex with you in your bed on the Jedi Cruiser where the two of you can’t be interrupted, but isn’t opposed to having a quickie in the Jedi Temple if at all possible.

: ̗̀➛ Anakin loves sleepy morning sex, it’s probably his favourite. He wakes up pressing against you, cock erect and ready for you. He wakes you up with soft, open-mouthed kisses to your neck and climbs on top of you. You sleepily open your legs and invite him in, eyes fluttering open as you’re greeted with a hungry kiss.

: ̗̀➛ Anakin loves eating you out and would do it forever if you let him. He loves it when your thighs tighten around his head and you squirm as you cum on his face. Anakin still doesn’t stop eating you when you’ve cum, he likes to draw at least two orgasms from you before he’s ready to fuck you.

: ̗̀➛ When he’s particularly stressed from missions, Anakin will use sex as an outlet. His hands will wrap around your throat as he fucks you from behind, strangling you softly. You have a safe word for if it gets too much, but it never does. He never pushes past any of your boundaries no matter how pent up he gets.

: ̗̀➛ Never uses protection. He wants you to get pregnant.

: ̗̀➛ Anakin uses the force during sex sometimes. He uses it to keep your legs apart or to choke you when things are getting a little S&M. Don’t think you can try to escape him either, if you’re on the brink of an orgasm don’t squirm or he’ll keep you in place with the force as he goes down on you.

: ̗̀➛ Loves cock warming, especially in the coldness of space. You don’t have to move, just lay there with his cock inside you and fall asleep together. He’ll wake up in the morning still inside you and he realises just how lucky he is to have found somebody like you.

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thedarlingdearestdead · 7 months

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Difficult:

Summary: Enemies to lovers (kind of), you are on a mission with overly handsy General Skywalker, you try to resist but... come on...

Warnings: None :)

Word count: 1,340

The dimly lit corridor of the Republic Cruiser seemed to close in on you as you ventured deeper into the heart of the ship. It was barely wide enough to fit the two of you. Anakin Skywalker, your fellow Jedi and mission partner, led the way, his Jedi robes flowing gracefully around him. You were following closely behind, green lightsaber securely fastened to your belt. The tension of the mission hung heavily in the air.

He looked back at you as you met the end of the corridor, a wide grin on his face. He loved this. General Skywalker, the saviour of the Jedi, the golden boy, chosen one – he wore many titles, but in moments like these, he was just Anakin, still a teenage boy. You could only humour him as you nodded back, gesturing that you were ready to continue.

His face turned serious then, his blue eyes flickering in the darkness, moving towards the door to your left, the door which hopefully led to the emergency escape passage, and a ladder towards your goal; the intelligence offices. He had aged in the war, you all had.

We reached the door, and Anakin brought his gloved hand to the control panel. With a soft hiss, the door slid open, revealing a narrow passage bathed in dim emergency lighting. It was clear that this part of the cruiser hadn't seen much use in a long time.

“After you.” He said, his cheeky demeanour somewhat undermined by his searching, scanning eyes and defensive stance. He was ready for a fight, ready for some enemy to come out of the dark. You were certain that he was capable, that he knew what he was doing. His casual tone still annoyed you though.

It wasn’t the first time the two of you had been paired together for a mission, it happened with increasing frequency, especially as Anakin climbed through the army ranks for some reason…

The passage seemed to stretch on forever, a labyrinthine maze of twists and turns. It was a stark contrast to the grandeur of the Republic Cruiser's more accessible areas.

As you walked, your sense heightened and your body became more alert. Your fingers flexed slightly, sensing an energy coming from somewhere ahead. The passage was far too dark to see any further than a few feet ahead but eventually your hands found the rungs of the ladder that you had to climb.

Anakin glanced at you, his eyes locking onto yours in the dim light. "After you," he repeated, gesturing for you to start the ascent.

You rolled your eyes but acquiesced. Tucking your hair behind your ears you began to climb, your boots echoing softly against the metal rungs. As you ascended, you couldn't help but feel Anakin's eyes on you, his presence close behind. The tension in the confined space was palpable, and you knew it wasn't just the mission that was causing it.

“These missions really do bring us closer together, don't they?” He says from underneath you.

“It’s certainly cosy, General.” And it was. The ladder was enclosed in a small pipe-like structure, enough room to crouch and climb and not much else.

The ladder seemed to go on forever, each rung taking you deeper into the heart of the ship. Your heart raced, not just from the physical exertion, but from the pressure of Anakin’s gaze.

As you neared the top of the ladder, and the cover which you would need to arise from, Anakin climbed close behind you. His hand brushed against your waist and he pulled himself to your level, his long arms encapsulating you body. You tensed and resisted the urge to elbow him. His presence sent a jolt of electricity through your body. He didn't move his hand away, even as he ran his other over the edges of the hatch. You couldn’t pull away either, clinging onto the ladder with him against your back.

“Do you mind?” You say, sharply.

“Not at all.”

You close your eyes, praying to the force for patience.

“Ready?” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down your spine. It was a dangerous game he was playing, in the darkness of the passage, with the mission hanging in the balance…

He opens the hatch quickly and jumps out, clearly ready for a battle. But he meets no resistance, instead he lowers his hand down to help you out of the tunnel.

You shove his arm away and pull yourself out stubbornly.

The dim emergency lighting cast shadows across Anakin's face as he watched you with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "Always so difficult, aren't you?" he remarked, his voice laced with a touch of sarcasm.

You shot him a glare, your eyes locked onto his. "I can handle myself, Skywalker," you retorted, your tone dripping with irritation.

Anakin's lips curled into a smirk, and he stepped closer to you, closing the distance between you. His eyes bore into yours, his blue gaze unwavering. "I've noticed," he said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone that sent a shiver down your spine.

You gritted your teeth, refusing to be distracted. “We have a mission to complete, General.” You say the last word slow, as if to put him in his place, like he wasn’t your leading commander.

He chuckled softly, the sound sending a tingle of frustration through you. "You're always so serious," he said, leaning in closer until his lips were dangerously close to yours. "You should learn to relax a little.”

The proximity between you was maddening, and you couldn't help but be acutely aware of the tension that hung in the air. Anakin's gaze flickered down to your lips, and you could see the desire burning in his eyes. But then he steps back, and smirks.

Anakin sighed, his expression shifting from playful to serious. "alright," he conceded, straightening up. "Let's get this over with.”

The two of you continued down the narrow passage, the tension between you simmering just beneath the surface. It was a constant battle of wills, a push and pull of attraction and irritation.

As you reached the intelligence offices, Anakin took the lead once more, his focus on the task at hand. You followed closely behind, your senses on high alert, scanning the area for any signs of danger.

The mission proceeded with precision, your Jedi training guiding your every move. Anakin's presence was a constant, reassuring presence by your side, even as you exchanged sharp words and glares. It was a dance of conflicting emotions, a battle between desire and duty. In the end, you prevailed, the enemy defeated, and the mission accomplished. But as you stood there, victorious but bruised, the tension between you and Anakin remained unresolved.

He approached you, his eyes searching yours, his voice softening. "We make a good team, you know," he said, his words filled with a sincerity that caught you off guard.

You couldn't help but soften in response, the anger and frustration giving way to a reluctant admiration. "Yeah," you admitted, a hint of a smile playing at your lips. "We do.”

Anakin's lips curled into a genuine smile, and he reached out to touch your arm, a gesture of camaraderie that felt strangely intimate. "Maybe one day we'll figure out how to get along outside of missions too.”

You raised an eyebrow, your guard still firmly in place. "Don't hold your breath, Skywalker."

Anakin didn't waste a moment. His lips crashed onto yours in a fiery, passionate kiss, and any pretence of restraint was shattered. It had probably been building for months. The world around you faded away as you lost yourselves in each other's embrace. His hands moved possessively over your body, fingers tracing the contours of your curves through your Jedi robes.

Almost without stopping, but with a cursory glance around the room, Anakin dragged you over to a narrow door to the right, closing it behind you, you realised that it was a closet.

#anakin x reader #clone wars #star wars prequels #star wars anakin #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #star wars fandom #star wars fanfiction #star wars

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iateyourfav · 2 months

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Shhhh

After you were approached by a reg, Tech feels the need to demonstrate his superiority.

! 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !

Tech x Reader

Tags: nsfw, established relationship, afab reader, no pronouns used/gender neutral reader, jealous tech

CW: porn without plot, oral sex (f receiving), semi-public sex, breathplay if you squint

Words: 932

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This wasn‘t a position you could say you found yourself in often, spread open on a crate in a supply closet somewhere on a Jedi cruiser with Techs head busy between your legs, your clothes scattered on the floor.

You found yourself here after a reg got a little too close to you for Techs liking. He didn’t blame you, of course, but he needed to reassure himself that while other people may be able to make you smile as well, he was the only one who could make you produce the sound you made right now.

And the place where he did this, in the said supply closet, was chosen with strategy as well. Of course, for a more private setting he could‘ve taken you on the Marauder, seeing as it was deserted from its usual inhabitants right now, as they were all somewhere around the Jedi cruiser they landed on to stock up supplies.

He chose this closet in particular exactly for its lack of privacy. Not only was he fully aware that every person that walked by was able to hear what was going on inside this closet, he also made sure that that reg who tried to woo you was able to see you getting dragged in here by him. He used your inability to keep quiet during sex to his full advantage.

“Mhmm fuck.“ you threw your hand over your mouth, trying to shut yourself up, unsuccessfully so. Tech was getting sloppy, seeing as you were starting to tense up and shake more and more every second he spent buried with his face between your legs. He detached for just a second to tell you to „Relax.“ while his hands left your thighs. One hand began to push your pelvis back onto the crate while the other started rubbing your clit.

You moaned in a mixture of pleasure and frustration. This made Tech speak up again: “If you want to climax, you will have to quiet down, or else we will be caught before you manage to cum.” he threatened. “I’m trying.” you managed to push out, but not without another moan following right after.

His face retreated from your pussy. His hand moved from your hip to up to your face, covering your mouth to stop your moans; his other hand still playing with your clit, making your back arch once again, your cries now muffled against his hand. He didn’t particularly do this because he wanted to shut you up and you knew that. It gave him a sense of power and control; and the ability to play with you even more. You felt yourself getting close, though you needed more contact to reach your high fully.

“More” you tried to communicate, but your request was barely audible seeing as your lips were still fully covered by Tech's large hands. “You will have to speak up, I am unable to fulfill your request if I can't understand what you are saying.” he responded. From the tone of his voice you could tell that he very clearly understood what you asked for.

You groaned in frustration, repeating yourself: “More!” you tried a little louder this time. It still sounded like gibberish, but Tech granted you mercy, knowing that if you asked again, any louder, people walking by would definitely be able to hear your begging.

That’s when he removed the hand working your clit from you, at least momentarily. “You will have to stay as quiet as possible, or you won’t be able to finish.” he stated, before diving his head between your legs once again, forcing him to retreat his hand from your lips in the process.

His right hand landed back on your clit, rubbing circles while he pushed his tongue into you, lapping up every drop of arousal he possibly could, while his left hand tried to push your thighs further apart, as they seemed to try to crush his head.

You bit your lip, trying to hold in your lewd noises as you climbed closer and closer to your peak. Tech removed his right hand from your clit, wrapping both arms around your thighs now, his head moving slightly, pressing his face fully into you with his nose now stimulating the sensitive bundle of nerves while he kept eating you out like you were the first meal served to him after weeks of starvation.

With his hands now focused on pulling you closer, instead of pushing your legs apart, your thighs pressed against the sides of his head, catching his goggles between them, slightly shifting them off his eyes. Though he barely cared about his ability to see at this moment, this movement still caught his attention and made him look you straight in the eyes, mouth and nose still hard at work.

This sealed your fate. You came hard, back once again arching off the crate, head and eyes rolled back in ecstasy. You couldn’t stop your moans and cries, even if you wanted to. He helped you ride out your high by staying pressed against your pussy, eyes still locked on you, studying your physical reaction to his stimulation.

After calming down, you lifted yourself up on your elbows, severely out of breath, looking up at Tech who was now standing between your legs, offering your clothes to you that he picked off the floor while you recovered.

“You may not have managed to stay as quiet as I ordered you to, but at least the regs walking by may now have learned not to try their luck with you.”

#tbb #tbb tech #tech smut #tech x reader #the bad batch #sw tbb #tbb smut #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #fanfic

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thedaughersofferrix · 1 year

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Birthdays

(work is not nsfw, but this blog is generally intended to be 18+)

synopsis: cal forgets about his birthday. you don't.

pairing: cal kestis x gn! reader

content warnings: pining, fluff, reader is a jedi

word count: 1.5k

a/n: something short and sweet to say happy jedi survivor release everybody. game looks amazing & i'm so happy to see cal again. might be a part 2, but i'm not sure atm

if cal kestis has a million fans, then i'm one of them. if cal kestis has one fan, then i'm them. if cal kestis has no fans, that means i'm dead.

Cal decided that fighting the Empire would be a priority in his life five years ago.

After he destroyed the holocron so the force-sensitive children in the galaxy could live in peace, that was his vow.

The Mantis crew got to work; blowing up Haxion Brood bases and wiping out legions of stormtroopers at a time. The fight thrilled him and every battle only left him in anticipation of the next.

It got to the point where he struggled to think of anything but the fight. Every thought was the next move, their wrongs and the perpetrators. The scars, the injuries and the losses continued and Cal never wavered.

He knew it was an obsession, but he just couldn’t help it. It was a need, etched into his soul and a part of his identity. His was Cal Kestis. The rebel Jedi, the most wanted man in the Empire. And the most dangerous.

Then he met you.

Well, he met you again, because he’d met you years ago, back when the temple on Coruscant was a Jedi temple. When Master Tapal was alive and little Cal’s mind couldn’t even fathom an Empire taking everything from him.

You’d been his crèche-mate and friend, long before either of you had been padawans.

In between lessons, you would spar or lounge in the dining hall, where most of the other younglings liked to loiter. He formed a puppy-love crush on you that made his Master chuckle. It’s only natural, Cal. The feelings will fade with time. He has half-right, Cal supposes.

He remembers vividly the last time he saw you when he and Master Tapal were minutes away from loading onto a cruiser with their clone troops. Thinking back, he’s embarrassed by how hesitant he was to leave you.

Don’t get all sentimental about this, you told him wisely. We’ll see each other when we get back.

It was so hard to tell himself you were dead.

Cal Kestis was the last living Jedi, fighting against the Empire that deemed his kind a traitor and punished them for crimes they never committed.

You had died, so had your master and so had everyone else he once knew. That had been difficult for him to accept.

Merrin and Cere understood the pain and that helped, at times. Though sometimes he didn’t want to understand. He wanted to see you, feel your arms embracing him and hear your voice in his ear. He didn’t talk about you to them though. He wanted something for himself, a little what-if to hold on to during the nights he felt particularly melancholic.

Then came his trip to Segra Milo, to speak with Saw Gerrera about his next move.

By that point, the Partisans recognised him on sight and offered him only a nod of acknowledgement when he passed by.

There you were, in all your glory. Older, a bit more rough around the edges (like himself) and even more attractive than you’d been about nine years ago.

When the two of you locked eyes and time bowed at your feet, to allow you both this moment of silent disbelief.

“Cal?” you had whispered. He whispered your name back and you smiled widely.

You embraced him like he had been so desperate for you to do. And he heard your voice, the one that had previously only reached him in dreams.

“I thought you died,” you told him.

“I thought you died,” he said, in a single breath. Emotion threatened to explode from his chest until Saw Gerrera cleared his throat.

“I hate to break up this lover’s reunion,” he said. “But we do have a war to fight.”

“Tonight,” you whispered into his ear and he felt like a padawan with a crush again.

Sure enough, the two of you made a rendezvous under the moonlight. The cavernous, dangerous terrain of Segra Milo felt so inviting that night.

You explained to him that you and your master had been ambushed by your own troopers. You and your master were separated when they received the orders and by luck, you weren’t the one in a room full of clones. Quietly you found an escape pod and left for the nearest planet. You cut your padawan braid and disassembled your lightsaber on the same day. The kyber crystal that powered it hung from your neck, hidden behind layers of clothing.

“One day I watched them string up a man for dropping his drink on a trooper's foot,” you recalled to him. “They claimed he had done it as an act of civil disobedience and that it was anti-Imperial activity. I rebuilt my lightsaber and started looking for the Rebellion the same day.”

You were the same person he remembered, only better. Now you were stronger and smarter, without losing your humanity.

The next day, you were separated again. You were travelling to Devaron to provide the Partisans there with support. He tried to go with you, but you sagely reminded him of the danger of two Jedi being found together.

You exchanged comm links the night prior and hugged tightly before you boarded your ship and he the Mantis. It reminded him of the one you gave him before what he thought had been your demise. He prayed he wouldn’t have to remember this hug the same way.

“Until next time, Cal,” you said, hopeful and bright.

“Until then,” he replied, leaving you with a smile.

The next time he saw you, he thinks he might have hugged you tighter than he’d ever hugged anyone.

There had been a next time, he thought. There could be another one.

And there was. In fact, there had been many next times. He couldn’t count on his hands how many times he had gotten to see you. On the good days, you spoke and drank together. On the days, you fought and mourned together. But you were together and it was so much easier than it had been before.

Recently he’d probably gone the longest without seeing you, which made him realise the effect you had on him.

The Empire was still are the forefront of his mind, almost always. It consumed his actions and words. Slowly but surely, however, you had been weaselling your way into an important position in his life.

He didn’t care about the Empire when he was looking at you and he may as well have not met an Inquisitor when he’s hearing your laugh. You were there and he didn’t need to think about any of that.

Then, when the gap you filled was empty again with your departure, he was consumed by the need to fight once more.

He forewent sleep and food, only collapsing when his body refused to preserve and eating when the hunger pangs came. Fight, fight, fight, was all he could think about. It never really occurred to him to celebrate his victories or even do simple things, like check the date.

But you returned to him again and reminded him of what he was missing.

“A win like this is worth sitting down for,” you insisted, sitting beside him at the fire. “Besides, today is special.” His brow furrowed.

“What’s today?” he asked you, which made you laugh, loud and beautiful.

“You can’t be serious, Cal.”

“I am! What’s today?”

“Cal,” you sighed. “It’s your birthday.”

His mind went blank as the gears started to turn. “Oh,” was what he came up with. You laughed at him again.

“Did you really forget?” you asked him.

“I haven’t celebrated it in years,” he admitted and you frowned, making him wish he lied. He hated it when you frowned, though you did make a cute face when you were angry.

“Well we’ll have to make up for that, won’t we?” you announced, standing from your seat and downing your drink. “Stay here for a second.” He nodded and you slipped away.

You returned not long after, with something behind your back.

“Close your eyes,” you instructed. He looked at you curiously. “Just do it.” His eyes fell shut. He heard you shuffling and muttering something to BD-1. “Put out your hands.” He open one palm and pushed it toward you. “Both of them.” He opened the other. He felt a weight in his left hand, then in his right.

“Open.”

Cal was greeted by a cupcake in his left hand and a multitool in his left.

“I tried to find a cake, but apparently Devaronians aren’t very fond of them,” you explained. “And this,” you pointed to the multitool. “I bought this for you back on Corellia, but you were gone before I could give it to you. It’s got everything you need to keep Beedee in working order.” BD-1 chirped happily at that.

Cal was starstruck. He hadn’t experienced softness like this since before the Clone Wars. Suddenly his chest felt fuzzy and his face was hot.

“Thank you,” he managed. “No problem,” you answered breezily.

He shared some of the cupcake with you, but you insisted he had to eat at least seventy per cent of it. The multitool found a place on his belt, though with the amount of combat he saw, he’d be using it soon.

You sat beside him at the fire on his birthday and Cal Kestis felt hope again in a way like he’d never felt before. Hope for not just the present, but the future.

#cal kestis #cal kestis x reader #cal kestis x you #cal kestis x y/n #star wars x reader #star wars jedi: survivor #star wars #star wars fanfiction

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the-far-bright-center · 8 months

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'I had a mother who loved me'

(aka, the Jedi Order is NOT Anakin's family)

This is a topic that I've seen discussed elsewhere and I felt compelled to add my own thoughts. I've seen some takes I vehemently disagree with, especially regarding Shmi and Little Ani in TPM, and Anakin's 'decision' to leave with Qui-Gon. It's crazy how some people will blame little Ani for 'wanting' to be a Jedi, yet apparently Luke in ANH is allowed to want this, even though Luke likewise barely knows anything about what being a Jedi entails, and even though it's much more risky (and, frankly, far more unrealistic) to dream of becoming a Jedi in the Dark Times era?? As if a nine-year-old slave-boy wanting to take part in his new-found freedom by learning to be something he associates with heroism means he somehow 'should have known' he wasn’t going to be a ‘good fit’ for the Order. My argument is that there was nothing wrong with Anakin, and there was in fact no legitimate reason for him or ANYONE ELSE to believe he'd not be good at using the Force to help others (which is what the Jedi are supposed to do), especially when he had literally just done so in the pod-race. The whole reason Qui-Gon noticed Anakin was because of how strong in the Force he already was, even untrained. Qui-Gon has faith in him, it's just the Jedi Council that doubts him. Because, unlike Qui-Gon who perceives Anakin's positive qualities and potential, Yoda and the Jedi Council are afraid of him. Because Anakin is basically an 'unknown' (read: uncontrollable) entity suddenly in their midst.

While the Prequels film-canon stands on its own in this regard, we can also look to the novelizations for even more emphasis on this topic. In the TPM novelization, several things are noteable: first of all, even before Qui-Gon arrives, Anakin has had prophetic dreams about becoming a Jedi. And since Shmi is aware that Ani's dreams and visions do often come to pass, when Qui-Gon appears and offers to take him away to be trained, why wouldn't she think that maybe this was somehow Force (or Fate) ordained? And that therefore it was the right thing to do to let him go? And the second thing, is while it's also clear that Little Ani (like Luke!) has a romanticised view of what being a Jedi might be like, his actual motivation for becoming a Jedi is not simply because he 'selfishly' wants to embark on some fun adventure without his mom. On the contrary, every. single. time. little Ani thinks about the possibility of becoming a Jedi or leaving Tatooine, it's directly in relation to eventually returning to FREE his mother and the rest of the slaves:

He was several things in the course of his dreams. Once he was a Jedi Knight, fighting against things so dark and insubstantial he could not identify them. Once he was a pilot of a star cruiser, taking the ship into hyperspace, spanning whole star systems on his voyage. Once he was a great and feared commander of an army, and he came back to Tatooine with ships and troops at his command to free the planet’s slaves. His mother was waiting for him, smiling, arms outstretched.

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He gazed skyward, his mother's hand resting lightly on his arm, and thought about what it would be like to be out there, flying battle cruisers and fighters, traveling to far worlds and strange places. He didn't care what Wald said, he wouldn't be a slave all his life. Just as he wouldn't always be a boy. He would find a way to leave Tatooine. He would find a way to take his mother with him. His dreams whirled through his head as he watched the stars, a kaleidoscope of bright images. He imagined how it would be. He saw it clearly in his mind, and it made him smile.

Anakin wants to escape slavery and train as a Jedi so he can come back and continue helping his friends and family on Tatooine. So he can return to free the slaves. Little does he know that he won't be allowed to do that... :'(

It's important to note as well that at this point, Anakin *also* has no idea that, as a Jedi, he won't be allowed to get married and have a family. Even though he is already naively imagining himself someday marrying Padme. So he doesn't know that not only will he not be permitted to return for his mother as he'd always hoped, but he will also technically not be allowed to even have a family of his own even when he's old enough to do so.

And what of Shmi's thoughts on Anakin becoming a Jedi? At the start of the AotC novelization, she is trying to be happy with the thought of it, but ONLY because she believes he must be living his best life as a Jedi. She has no idea that he had to go through rejection first before being accepted into the Order. The AotC novelization shows that as Shmi is being held captive and tortured by the Tusken Raiders, she tries to comfort herself by holding onto her imagination of what Anakin's time as Jedi is like:

All those times staring up at the night sky, she had thought of him, had imagined him soaring across the galaxy, rescuing the downtrodden, saving planets from ravaging monsters and evil tyrants. But she had always expected to see [Ani] again, had always expected him to walk onto the moisture farm one day, that impish smile of his, the one that could light up a room, greeting her as if they had never been apart.

Heartbreakingly, as Shmi is being brutalised to death, she clings to the hope that her beloved Ani's life is now better than it was before, and that it was worth saying farewell to him all those years ago, even while simultaneously desperately longing to see him again.

As an aside, it aggravates me to no end that *cough* certain parts of this fandom perpetuate the idea that Shmi is just some blank, wholly selfless entity with no wants or desires of her own. That she's the ‘perfect’ example of a Jedi with no 'attachments' (aka an Old Order Jedi), and that somehow Anakin is a just a 'failure' compared to her. Yes, it could be argued that Shmi is shown to be a better or truer 'Jedi' than most of the other Jedi in the story (aside from Luke in RotJ), but guess what that would mean in that case? (Hint: it has to do with love and family.) Because first and foremost, Shmi is a MOTHER who is trying to do the best for her son, even though a piece of her heart is always missing while he is gone. The AotC novelization shows repeatedly that she tries to assure herself that she did the right thing by letting Ani go, but the human mother side of herself also cries out for him and misses him desperately. She might have let him go in TPM, but in AoTC she wants to see him again. In fact, she believes strongly that she will see him again (because she loves him and he’s her hero because she’s his mom and she trusts he will eventually come back to find her), which is the only thing keeping her holding on until he arrives. How can Shmi be a perfect example of an Old Order Jedi when the motivating factor for even her most selfless actions is her personal FAMILIAL attachment to and unconditional LOVE for Anakin?? Also, how insulting is it to claim that Anakin is a 'failure' in comparison to his 'wonderful, perfect mother', and then proceed to place all the blame on him for being said 'failure'....when he was shown on-screen to be doing just fine in taking after his mother prior to his time in the Jedi Order????

As another poster noted elsewhere, Shmi Skywalker is the only person responsible for the truly good person Anakin Skywalker was.

This is the heart of the entire saga. Anakin's True Self is good because of his mother. Because of how she raised him (to be selfless and to want to help others) and because of the unconditional LOVE she had for him. It was the Jedi Order that failed to provide that for Anakin, and Sidious who manipulated the situation to his advantage.

(And if Shmi was the only person who truly solidified Anakin's inner goodness, then Qui-Gon was the only Jedi who was presented as being equipped to bring out the best in Anakin when Shmi wasn't around. The only one who was prepared to act as an openly warm and compassionate parental figure to Anakin, the only one who could have properly mentored Anakin and helped him navigate both his Force powers as well as the Jedi Code, and the only one who was shown to be willing to stand up to the Council on Anakin's behalf. The tragedy is not that Qui-Gon found Anakin or even that he offered to take him to train in the Force. Rather, the tragedy is that Qui-Gon is slain in the Duel of the Fates, which leaves Anakin without a true protector and advocate in the Order, and allows Sidious an 'in'.)

So the idea that the Jedi Order is Anakin's ‘replacement family' is simply not true—certainly not in the way the story actually pans out. It's telling that, in the original Prequels-era EU, Anakin ran away from the Jedi Temple multiple times. That is NOT the behaviour of a happy child. (It is, however, typical behaviour for children who are struggling in institutionalised care.)

And indeed, the very first paragraph of the AotC novelization opens with Anakin dreaming that he is part of a warm, loving family:

His mind absorbed the scene before him, so quiet and calm and...normal. It was the life he had always wanted, a gathering of family and friends—he knew that they were just that, though the only one he recognized was his dear mother. This was the way it was supposed to be. The warmth and the love, the laughter and the quiet times. This was how he had always dreamed it would be, how he had always prayed it would be. The warm, inviting smiles. The pleasant conversation. The gentle pats on the shoulders. But most of all there was the smile of his beloved mother, so happy now, no more a slave. When she looked at him, he saw all of that and more, saw how proud she was him, how joyful her life had become.

Why would Anakin be dreaming longingly of being part of an openly loving, happy family if he already had that at the Jedi Temple? (Tellingly, he notes that this seems like something normal, as if he's aware that it ought to be commonplace despite the fact that it's currently missing from his own life.)

And later on, when he's visiting Padme's parents' house for dinner, he sees this exact type of scene he's been longing for play out right in front of him, and he wishes that his mother could be there to enjoy it, too:

Anakin took a good helping of several different dishes. The food was all unfamiliar, but the smells told him that he wouldn’t be disappointed. He sat quietly as he ate, listening with half an ear to the chatter all about him. He was thinking of his mom again, of how he wished he could bring her here, a free woman, to live the life she so deserved.

Note that Anakin is thinking about his mother, and putting her first in his mind. He can barely enjoy the meal while he believes his mother could be out there, suffering.

Later on as he and Padme are heading to Tatooine to search for Shmi, they bond over the fact that both their mothers told them the same nursery rhyme ('home again to rest'). It means a lot to Anakin that he can bond with Padme over this similar childhood memory. (No doubt something he would not have had in common with his peers in the Temple, since their only childhood memories would have been within the Jedi Order, rather than in a true home. And certainly not with a mother.)

Finally, we get to the RotS novelization. Yes, THAT one. The one in which we see that Anakin was perfectly willing to walk away from the Order the minute he returned from the war and discovered Padme was pregnant. Willing to walk away to start their FAMILY together. But then his nightmares began, and he reluctantly stayed just a little longer, thinking the Jedi (whom he originally joined with the express intent of wanting to help his loved ones) could offer him some solution to the horror his nightmares were showing him:

If not for his dreams, he’d withdraw from the Order today. Now. ...Let the scandal come; it wouldn’t destroy their lives. Not their real lives. It would destroy only the lives they’d had before each other: those separate years that now meant nothing at all.

To drive the point home, we also have the pivotal scene where Obi-Wan—speaking on the Council's behalf—tries to convince Anakin to spy on the Chancellor. Their exchange says it all:

"He's my friend, Obi-Wan." "I know." "If he asked me to spy on you, do you think I would do it? You know how kind he's been to me. You now how he's looked after me, how he's done everything he could to help me. He's like family." "The Jedi are your family." "No. No, the Jedi are your family. The only one you've ever known. I had a mother who loved me."

Anakin's story breaks my heart because all he wants—all he has ever wanted—is a family. Not to just to 'have' one in a vague sense, but to be PART OF ONE. He wants this, because even when he was slave living an unfree life, at least he had his mother. At least he could feel his mother's love, and could openly demonstrate his love to her in return. For Anakin Skywalker, being a Jedi was never the goal in and of itself. In his mind, it was always primarily a means to save those he loved. To save his family. This is simultaneously the most tragic and the most beautiful thing about his character. It is both his fall AND his redemption.

And those who insist on ignoring Anakin’s deep-seated longing for a family and want to act as though he should just be content with the Jedi Order instead are willfully missing the entire point of his story.

#Anakin Skywalker #Shmi Skywalker #mother and son #the jedi order #jedi discourse #the prequels #tpm novelization #aotc novelization #rots novelization #the skywalkers #skywalker family #the skywalker saga #the real skywalker saga #love and family #love can ignite the stars #the barest flicker of persistent light

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siryl · 11 months

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A digital painting of the Home One by Zachary Graves.

#star wars #return of the jedi #mon calamari star cruiser #home one #zachary graves #zach graves #i wanted to link his website #but i can't find it again #maybe i'm confused #and he never had one

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photogirl894 · 7 days

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Just rewatched "Into the Breach" again and happened to catch a parallel to a scene all the way from "Return of the Jedi".

Bad Batch:

Crosshair: "They're about to jump."

Hunter: "Echo will come through. He just needs more time."

Return of the Jedi:

Admiral Ackbar: "We have no choice, General Calrissian. Our cruisers can't repel firepower of that magnitude."

Lando: "Han will have that shield down. We've gotta give him more time."

Both instances of people in a situation of impossible odds, relying on another person to help even their chances and believing they'll come through when others are in doubt. They hold onto that hope and trust in their friends because it's all they've got left.

Man, I love Star Wars parallels!! 😆

#star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #bad batch season 3 #bad batch season 3 spoilers #bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers

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aspenstarflare · 7 months

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Meanwhile on the Resolute after a campaign that really wore Ahsoka out:

Obi-wan:

Obi-wan: Anakin.. Why are you carrying Ahsoka while she’s asleep?

Anakin: Well.. She fell asleep on my shoulder on the way back to cruiser, and I don’t want to wake her up because she struggles with sleep, but I sorta.. can’t get her to let go without waking her up. She has a death grip on me.

Obi-wan:

Rex: I tried removing her from the general but she wouldn’t budge. She’s stuck to the general like glue

Obi-wan:

Fives: She bit my finger in her sleep when I tried helping the captain, and dank farek her fangs hurt.

Obi-wan:

Obi-wan too tired to debate jedi ethics and rules, just grateful that Anakin won’t be a issue for the next few hours: Alright then..

#ahsoka tano #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #captain rex #arc trooper fives #anakin and ahsoka #anakin and obi wan #anakin is a father to ahsoka and the 501st #anakin is such a dad #ahsoka is a sister to the clones #star wars the clone wars #ahsoka has anxiety #clone wars #sleepy fluff #star wars incorrect quotes #clone wars incorrect quotes #obi wan is too tired to deal with all of this #ahsoka has sharp fangs you can’t tell me she doesn’t use them on instinct

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coffeeandbatboys · 19 days

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Hi Coffee! Thanks so much for hosting the celebration! 🥳 I‘ll glaldy request a fic! May I ask for Rex and Love will keep us alive? I always love the jedi general x rex trope and shy and akward Rex but feel free to write whatever comes to your mind! Thank you 💙

I started to write this all happy and then something happened. Idk what but now I have an excuse to use this gif.

Warnings: Pregnancy, angst, fluff, crying.

Love Will Keep Us Alive (Rex x Fem!Reader)

Your lightsaber had been long buried, your force connection severed when the pain of thousands of lives being lost burned in your head.

It had been a dark day. The republic fell, the 332nd’s attack cruiser was lost, and with it, the love of your life.

That was one of the main reasons you cut yourself off from the force. You’d been attached.

And then one day the sun burst back into your life. Rex had found a way to contact you. You almost didn’t think it was real until you saw him.

Like a dream come true, he held you and kissed you for the first time in what felt like a lifetime; promising to never leave your side again. You'd found a steady love with Rex.

So why were you so scared to tell him? What were you going to say?

"Hey, I know we're on the run from the empire but we're having a baby and it will probably be force sensitive?"

As if sensing your distress, Rex popped his head into the room.

"Hey mesh'la can yo-" he paused. "What's wrong?"

You took a shaky breath and faced him as he kneeled in front of you and held your hands.

"Rex, I...I don't know how to say it," you sobbed, falling forward on his shoulder."

He shushed you and rubbed your back for a few minutes, letting you get your tears out.

Finally, you sucked it up and told him.

"I'm pregnant."

You felt him go still against your chest. When he pulled back, you prepared yourself for the worst.

Instead, he cupped your face and forced you to look him in the eyes. Oh, those eyes held the most love and adoration in the galaxy.

"We're gonna be parents?"

You nodded with a relieved breath. His hand moved to your stomach as tears brimmed in his eyes.

"You...you're not scared?" you asked quietly.

"Oh, mesh'la. I'm kriffing terrified. But this is all I've ever wanted...as long as you do too."

"Yes." You cried, wrapping your arms around him again.

"Hey little one." Rex murmured to the child inside you. "Just wanted to say hi. Can't wait to meet you."

"Rex." you laughed breathily. He looked up at you like you hung the moons.

"Kriff, cyare. I love you so much."

Tears gathered in your eyes again.

"I love you too, Rex. We've got this."

"We got this." He echoed, kissing you senseless and pulling your forehead against his.

Love will keep the three of you alive.

#star wars #coffee speaks #moots #somewhere #rex tcw #captain rex x reader #rex x reader #rex x female reader #captain rex x fem!reader #captain rex #captain rex x you #rex x fem!reader #coffee's 300 follower celebration

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