#post O66

[phoenixyfriend]

Post-O66 Mace going into hiding as a pirate with a crew like Hondo's, is that anything?

I got a bunch of input on discord. Calling this one:

A bunch of pirates, a Jedi Master on the run, and a traumatized twelve-year-old.

Kicking off with a key part of it all is @atagotiak (Tia):

He’s annoying because he’s such a stick in the mud (by which I mean it’s rather inconvenient for a pirate crew when the new recruit has morals and stuff) But he’s too valuable to get rid of, due to having all that experience with administration

I am enamored with the idea of Mace's main job being just. Pirate Admin.

Mace: So this is what I am reduced to. Aiding and abetting… in tax evasion. Hondo: And piracy. Mace: The tax evasion is a bigger hit to my pride.

Tia:

The pirates are annoyed that despite him stopping them from going through with the more immoral (and lucrative) plans they’re still making more money than before

Pirates: How are we making more money now-- Mace: Have you heard of a budget.

@jebiknights (knights):

okay but traditionally pirate ships have a quarter master who is high ranking, in charge of the bounty of every prize and therefore in charge of dividing everything up fairly like that could work really well lmaooo

The crew runs into Obi-Wan during the Leia incident and it's just time for "I can explain" on both ends.

Tia:

Hey, d’you think the pirates go after force sensitives? Mace managed to talk them into recruitment and/or relocation instead of selling to the empire. (And that’s another thing that could possibly have worked out better for them than the immoral option (not least because the empire doesn’t really treat its allies well)) Obi-Wan: and how are you dealing with Hondo’s… nonsense? Mace: eh, it’s not like he’s any worse than you or Yoda. (Mace is probably just messing with Obi-Wan. Probably)

Also I'm thinking that one of those initiates that Hondo let go(?) that one time finds them because a pirate might be likely to sell them out but they're demonstrably competent at evading arrest, so maybe-

And that's how Mace ends up with another padawan. Maybe Katooni.

@dracothulhu:

Hondo would put him in so many stupid costumes

knights:

i also just realized that mace loses both of his hands in rots..... hondo tries to convince him at least one of said hands should be a hook or a lightsaber

Tia:

Probably deliberately playing straight man about it. He doesn’t care about dignity that much, but there’s benefits to exaggerate how humiliating he finds it Hey, y’know what’s piratical? Eyepatches

[vibrates in response to baiting for Nick Fury jokes] Love it

Tia:

I do think as much as jokes about Samuel L Jackson’s other roles are fun, pirate Mace shouldn’t swear much, even after becoming acclimated to pirate life.

knights:

also i agree i think pirate mace shouldnt swear much, he should get to use his classically trained acting chops and give dramatic speeches like hes the love interest in a pirate romance novel hondo is swooning in the background .... nixy im about ready to start crack shipping them bc of this dammit this is going to pick at my brain isnt it dhgisrjgser (pirate mace not the hondo/mace part) honestly the funniest thing is that mace would probably really enjoy being a pirate after all of the beauracracy he had to deal with in the senate during the war. things are much more simple even if everyone drives him nuts lol listen mace didn't intend to get directly involved in the actual like heists probably, he is there to lay low and also to keep the ship organized and make sure hondo doesnt blow all their money on booze and "investments", but then hondo's dumbass probably gets in over his head along with his first mate and some other crew members and mace is starting to like the life hes living esp bc he is still able to help people on the Path in between thievery and tax evasion, so he goes to rescue them and is like... what am i supposed to do i am too recognizable i am supposed to be dead and puts on a disguise and just goes for it

Another thing Mace is good at is contracts He is. Painfully good at it. He doesn't enjoy it, but watching Hondo draft up a contract is almost painful. (Hondo is smart at this. He's clever. He's experienced. But he didn't take multiple classes on contract law.)

Tia:

Hondo never seemed especially book smart, and he never made a promise he hadn’t at least considered breaking so contracts would be a weak point for him

#Hondo Ohnaka #Mace Windu #Katooni #Obi Wan Kenobi #pirate au #star wars #the clone wars #post o66 #phoenix posts #mohdaka

[cypanache]

obianidala week 2023

DAY ONE: CANON DIVERGENCE

Note: This is not complete or ready for prime time, and its a premise I said I'd never write. But ... *shrugs* I'm writing on the fly to make the cut off. So here have a tumblr snippet anyway. Hopefully more to come as the week goes on.

Prodigal (part i)

“Come away with me,” Padme says and for a moment the fog clears. 

“Yes.”  Anakin agrees and for a moment everything seems possible. 

They find Obi-Wan waiting for them in the pilot’s seat of Padme’s star skiff. Face solemn, eyes tired, lightsaber unlit but in hand and for a moment they all just stare at each other.

“So,” Obi-Wan finally says, “What now?”

—

“Where do you propose to go?” Obi-Wan inquires with quiet contempt when they find themselves alone in the cockpit after Anakin has passed out in the bunk. 

Padme bristles a little. But only a little.  Honestly, she’s too tired to fight. Too tired to pretend she doesn’t doubt her decision with every breath. But it is hers and she has made it. No turning back now. 

“I don’t know,” she admits and something in Obi-Wan’s face softens. 

“We’ll figure it out.”

“You don’t have to come.”

Obi-Wan just closes his eyes.  “Where else would I go?”

She doesn’t have an answer for that. 

—

They make it less than a week before, without warning or preamble, Anakin finally gives voice to the thing that’s been hanging over them since the moment they walked back up the gangplank. “You came to kill me, didn’t you?”

Across the canteen, Padme stiffens. 

Obi-Wan sets down his tea, runs a thoughtful finger along the rim before answering.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes.  I came to kill you.”

Padme sucks in a sharp shocked breath and presses her hand to her mouth.

Anakin barely flinches.  Just studies him with dead eyes.  He’s obviously worked this all out days ago.

“Do you still want to?”

“I never wanted to.”

“But you would have.”  It’s not actually a question.

“I don’t know.” Obi-Wan admits and he can’t tell whether the acid guilt he feels eating away from inside is because he thinks he would have or because he didn’t.

—

“I don’t want him here.”  Anakin says that evening when they’re alone in the bunk room.

Padme doesn’t look up from the star map she’s been studying. “That’s not your choice to make.”

“We don’t need him.”

“I need him.”

“For what?” he retorts, not bothering to hide the suspicion and jealousy that have been eating him alive since he found his master on his wife’s ship.

That gets her to look at him, and he immediately wishes she hadn’t.  He doesn’t recognize the woman across from him. Can’t find his angel anywhere in the broken, jagged pieces that are that remain of his wife.  He did that, he knows.  He broke her.  Smashed her. This is his fault.  So why does he resent it?  The way it hurts to have her look at him.  How her eyes cut him open, show him the worst parts of himself reflected back at him in the fragments of her gaze, until he has to look away. 

Padme says nothing and goes back to the star map and the seemingly ever present question of “where next?” that plagues their lives now.  Each of them hunted for entirely different reasons. What would be shelter for one, a death sentence for another. 

He tries again.

“I’d never let anything happen to you.  You know that right?”  Gently he reaches out to put a hand on her belly, spreading his fingers over the swell of life inside, feeling a small flicker of hope when her hand moves instinctively to his.  “Padme, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

There’s a surge of revulsion in the Force so powerful it makes Anakin almost physically ill, and Padme shifts his hand away. 

“What do you think I need Obi-Wan around for?”

—

-tbc-

#obianidala #post O66 #post RotS #padme lives au #obianidalaweek2023 #cy writes things #and cy is nervous

[anstarwar]

Karsha and Fritz having a moment at sunset

Fritz has been having a hard time since losing his eyesight to a flash bomb protecting a Jedi youngling while they escaped after Order 66

Karsha, a Jedi healer who was with the group, has helped him heal but was not able to restore his sight

Anyways they’re in love 🥲

Karsha belongs to @imrowanartist and Fritz belongs to @itsstrangelypermanent

#clone trooper Fritz #karsha januro #love and healing #other peoples ocs #my art #I’m happy with this one #the clone wars #the road to concordia #post o66

[gicolette]

Sunrise or shadow for the WIP guessing game!

OH! I have something for both but I really want to go with shadow! So have some Tatooine Husbands: "Well," he said finally remembering what this was about, their discussion, "the Tusken call me your shadow. I can be that for a while then until I know what I want to make of the pieces I have left of me." And that at least was an option. That was something to hold onto.

"You see," Ben started with a soft smile lightening his expression, "In Tusken culture, shadows are powerful and very positive. They provide shelter and offer a degree of safety. So I am honoured to have you as my shadow, Cody, and you should be honoured to have this title bestowed upon you."

#wip games #Codywan #Post O66 #gico writes #gico wips

[graylinesspam]

If the past was determined to drag her back then maybe she could let it for a night. She was stuck in a deserted station out in the middle of nowhere for the next couple of days. She had nothing else to do but sleep and think. And at least if she imagined campfires and full bellies she wasn't thinking about where Rex was right now or wondering for the millionth time whether or not Anakin was alive.

So Ahsoka could indulge her less-than-respectable urges once in a while. She could spend a few hours pretending she was still a kid.

She pulled a plastoid chest plate down from the shelves behind her and laid it on the ground. She'd used one of these as a pillow many times. Though not ideal for comfort it fed the grieving nostalgia that the fifteen-year-old kid in the back of her mind was always begging for.

#ahsoka tano #fulcrum #clone wars #sw tcw #tcw #fanfic #501st #star wars #Post o66 #Angst #Greif #The space opera is a tragedy #anakin skywalker #captain rex #Ahsoka on the run #Ahsoka the novel #The ahsoka novel #Post ahsoka novel #bail organa #Early fulcrun days

[kungfuslipper]

An excerpt for @officialrepcomm day 7: insulation

...

Fi sighed, latching the fresher door behind him. Cut from solid Woshyr wood, it heaved shut with a hearty thud. This was one of two private ‘freshers, servicing a slew of old bedrooms arranged in a cluster at the end of Kyrimorut’s east wing. Fi wiggled out of his clothes. The shower would provide a warm, solitary haven. Plenty of space and time to work out his frustrations with the help of the shower gel one of the ladies had left behind. 

Now that Sev was back, Fi couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to drag him out dancing. 

If only they could go back to Zellectric again and Sev could rub up on him the way he had that night when it all began. It felt like so long ago now. 

Fi hooked his thumbs under his hi-cut briefs and rolled them down, downshifting his fantasy from steamy voyeuristic club sex to … how Sev’s hand would feel on his neck. Or around his wrist. What it would be like to kiss him again, all chapped and hot and covered in dust. His hair would be sweaty around his ears and the back of his neck; there’d be a grimy band of skin above his collar where his flannel didn’t meet his dust mask —

The door to the fresher chamber opened and in came Sev, still flanneled and gloved, smelling hotly of papery cellulose, his hair a wild mess of curls. Dark eyes locked on Fi’s. “Mind if I ...”

Fi grinned like he wasn’t desperate for this interaction. “‘Course. Keep your dusty shebs away from me, though. I’m all clean.”

Sev snorted, tossing his gloves onto the floor and kicking off his boots.

“What’s so funny?”

“You. All clean. Not your big mouth though, I reckon. I can smell the dust on you.”

“I smell like ripe varos, and you know it,” Fi bluffed, thrilled to pieces at Sev’s eloquence. “And I taste like it, too.”

...

#repcommweek 2022 #sevfika #clone shipping #mandalore #kyrimorut #post O66 #slipper fic #good things happening to sev #sev fi #republic commando

[eegnm]

„I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen, with the dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place.“

What if Aayla survived and they reunited?

#aayla secura #quinlan vos #star wars #fanart #my art #order 66 #tcw #yes im here for the family dynamics #yes i want to see them work through this traumatic experience together #if anybody has a fic rec where something like this happens please let me know #same goes for post o66 bultar content #i want to see my girlies 😔 i want to see them fall apart and keep pushing on

[marbled-polecat]

Wooley doing his best to explain to Boga that if she wants 'walkies' she has to stop knocking him off. He is not a jetii. 🤕

They will eventually figure it out, but for now Wooley has to wear his full kit and be supervised with a medic on call.

He's still a little salty about Obi-Wan 'cheating'. 🤣

There is possible talk of going to a cold planet with plenty of snow. It will give Wooley more padding when he falls. Don't worry about Boga, she gets a puffy thermal coat to wear on the cold planets. She refuses to wear the booties though, much to the dismay of Tact.

On AO3! HERE

#clone trooper wooley #boga #varactyl #tcw #but post war and no O66 #one small change au #one small change #my art

[antianakin]

So I've seen a few arguments that Jedi could have relationships with planetary leaders/Senators so long as they're not letting themselves get attached and all parties are aware that the Jedi is going to have to place their duties before their personal relationship. And while I understand the appeal of putting Jedi with characters who can understand the responsibility and duty aspect of their lives, I'm not ENTIRELY certain that this is inline with what we know about the Jedi and their philosophies and values. While there's no rule FORBIDDING those kinds of relationships, I think there'd be a few reasons why the Order would probably heavily discourage them.

The first is straight-up just favoritism or the appearance of it. The Jedi are supposed to be serving, if not the entire galaxy, then at least the whole Republic. This is a major reason why they've chosen to be beholden to the Senate and the Chancellor as a sort-of symbiotic relationship based on a hell of a lot of trust. While FRIENDSHIPS with Senators and planetary leaders is totally fine and probably even encouraged to some degree, romantic or sexual relationships start adding extra levels of expectation and obligation that could end up being a problem.

As an example of this, we see in season 1 that when Padme discovers the Blue Shadow Virus becoming an issue on Naboo, she straight up LIES to the Queen and the Jedi Council in order to specifically get Anakin there by insisting that the Gungans revere Obi-Wan as a hero due to the events of Phantom Menace and so it would make things easier of Obi-Wan were there, knowing that it will mean Anakin comes along as well presumably. However, Obi-Wan is then never asked to speak to the Gungans at any point within the entire two episode arc once he does arrive, nor does speaking to Gungans even ever seem necessary. Padme straight-up takes advantage of the Jedi Order itself just so she can force a situation where she gets to see her secret Jedi husband again. This means the Jedi are now playing unintentional favorites, something they would theoretically try very hard NOT TO DO.

Obi-Wan having friendly relations with multiple planetary leaders obviously DOES come in handy more than once, but Anakin's secret romantic relationship with Padme is something that causes the Jedi themselves to be taken advantage of in a way that could've come back to bite them in the ass later if things had gone differently.

I used to sort-of scoff at the season 3 episode where Padme and Satine meet up on Mandalore and it's PADME who says she has sway with the Jedi Council and can therefore ask them to send a Jedi to Mandalore to provide advice or something, despite the fact that Satine is close personal friends with Obi-Wan. However, if Satine is choosing NOT to call upon Obi-Wan and their personal relationship in order to ask for a personal favor as a planetary leader, this falls in line quite nicely with the way they seem to be handling their relationship in general. As a Republic Senator, Padme can presumably go through more official channels to ask for this favor on Satine's behalf in a way Satine, currently, cannot. The ONLY time we see Satine make use of this connection with Obi-Wan is when her government is being literally overthrown and her life is in danger, so the stakes are a lot higher. Satine waits until there's quite literally no other option for her before she pulls on her relationship with Obi-Wan, and she ASKS for help from Obi-Wan and the Jedi. Padme on the other hand seems to have very little hesitation about leveraging her personal relationships with the Jedi and lying to the Jedi in order to ensure their help comes to her planet. Satine is choosing to be RESPECTFUL in a way I didn't quite recognize before.

The second aspect of this is political agendas. It flows into the first one, obviously, they're connected. The favoritism issue stems from politicians having their own personal political agendas. Obi-Wan even states this outright in Attack of the Clones pretty early on when he's coming up against Anakin's feelings for Padme starting to blind Anakin to most everything else. He reminds Anakin that as much as they might LIKE Padme, as kind and selfless as Padme seems and can be, she is also a career politician which means she has political agendas by definition. It's literally part of the job. Padme is beholden to her people and her Queen and what they expect and ask of her as a Senator.

They can't trust that Padme will not attempt to use the Jedi to push her own agenda. They can't assume that Padme would set aside her agendas just because she's friends with them. They can't assume that their relationship to Padme would be her priority. It's her job to prioritize her people, her system. And it's a GOOD thing that she does so, that's the whole point of having a Senator. But this does mean that Padme's personal political agenda may not always line up that nicely with the Jedi's job of serving EVERYONE equally.

We see a good example of this relationship and the Jedi pushing back against it in the season 1 episode with Riyo Chuchi. Riyo attempts to order Obi-Wan into basically doing Riyo's job for her. Obi-Wan, however, says no. He argues that him stepping in at this point is no longer going to truly fix the problem, and convinces Riyo to do her job and speak for herself. Riyo wants to help her people, doesn't trust herself to do it well, and so tries to ask Obi-Wan to do it for her and won't listen when Obi-Wan tries to protest that that plan won't work anymore. She attempts to order Obi-Wan around specifically because he's a Jedi and she's a Senator. And Riyo's not even in a relationship of any kind with Obi-Wan really, they're barely even friendly acquaintances at this point.

Padme is required to push her political agenda in whatever way she thinks is best. As a Jedi, Anakin is supposed to treat everyone in the Republic (and ideally everyone in the galaxy) equally. Which means he CANNOT prioritize Padme OR her agenda, and he cannot trust that Padme is not at some point going to ask or expect him to do exactly that if they're in a relationship.

I don't think the Jedi discourage relationships of any kind, and are actually generally fine with their members having romantic relationships (and obviously have sex as per Word of God) so long as they put their duties as Jedi first and don't become attached. But that being said, I think they would GREATLY discourage relationships with planetary leaders and Senators, which is why we see Obi-Wan explicitly telling Anakin that while his FEELINGS for Padme aren't really an issue, he does need to keep that relationship strictly "friends." Obviously everyone sort-of knows Anakin's doing it anyway, three members of the Council are entirely aware of it existing and do exactly nothing about it, so it's clearly not explicitly forbidden or against the Code on its own, but I don't think any of them are particularly happy about Anakin's choice there given how dangerous it has the potential to be politically, and they're probably hoping at some point he'll be smart enough to end it.

#jedi #jedi order #jedi council #obi-wan kenobi #satine kryze #padme amidala critical #padme critical #anidala critical #this all came about because i had the immensely sad realization that this means obi-wan/bail can't happen either #not unless i go for a post o66 au where obi-wan stays on alderaan or something #and the complete lack of a jedi order means that relationship dynamic is entirely changed now

[findafight]

That's vaapad. Is the first thing Dustin thinks, barely registering that the one dropped into a defensive stance, indigo 'sabre held tightly, is Steve.

Spacer Steve. Cocky, charming, snarky, kind, jaded, force-null Steve. Holding a lightsaber the colour of Illium's sky just past sunset, when it turns from dusk to night, stars flickering on, Steve is furiously stabbing and slashing at Vader in a way few know how to.

Because Vaapad was Master Windu's form, one he partially invented. One that very few had the control and discipline to practice without slipping too far into the Dark. Dustin had only seen Master Windu in exhibition duels, not full combat. It's very different when it's real, Dustin thinks.

Beside Steve, complimenting every move with synchronicity that comes from only the deepest and sacred of trust, is Robin. Robin who is a bit clumsy and doesn't like blasters, who drifts off in her own world sometimes, who's hands flutter whenever they feel. Where his is the cusp of night, Robin's saber is a brilliant sunrise orange, a blur as she pushes into Vader's defenses.

"go!" Steve yells, his focus slipping for a moment enough that Vader knocks his weapon from his hands. Dustin cannot move, cannot feel the tugging of Lucas on his jacket, or Mike shaking his shoulders.

Until they found El, who had barely escaped years of inquisitor conditioning, he had been alone. Had thought himself one of the only Jedi left. He had told Steve and Robin this, and they had looked at each other for a long moment. Steve had said "we are no Jedi, but we will protect you."

But he'd lied. They were Jedi, now facing down a sith.

Robin throws her own 'sabre to Steve even as she pulls his to her hand. They wield the blades as naturally as their own.

"RUN, NOW!"

Steve doesn't look away from Vader, but releases the double grip he has and throws his hand toward them, an invisible shove that pushes them all back to the door. To the shuttle. To safety.

Someone pushes Dustin away from the doors, and he watches as Vader raises his first in tandem with Robin's feet lifting off the ground. Steve is clutching his leg even as he reaches towards her.

The doors close.

Dustin doesn't realize he's screaming until Erica slaps her hands to his cheeks and forces him to look at her. "You need to pull it together. It's not gonna help them if we just get caught now."

He nods. Mike warns them to strap in for the jump to hyperspace. The jolt barely registers over his shaking.

"hey, man. How...uh. how are you doing?" Lucas's voice is softer, max standing behind him, clutching his hand so hard his fingers are squished together.

All he can gasp out is "why didn't they tell me?"

The rest are silent for a moment. It's a betrayal, this secret Robin and Steve kept. Dustin has been alone, for so long. He wanted to be close to his lost culture, to the people that are now few and far between, scattered in the stars and hiding. Why would they deny who they were? Their own People? When they could have taught him so much, revived something thought lost.

Gently, Lucas sits down, pulling Max beside him, and weaves his fingers between Dustin's trembling ones. They sit together for a long time.

Eventually, Lucas swallows loudly.

"I think..." Lucas, Dustin realizes, has been shaking too. They have all watched their friends, people who they love and have spent so much time with, sacrifice themselves to protect them all from the Emperor's guard dog. "I think that they were protecting us, by not saying anything."

"what?"

"Dustin. They're in their twenties. They probably fought in the Clone Wars. I just. I don't think they lied, really, about themselves."

Dustin rears back. "they said they weren't Jedi! That's a lie!"

Erica stirs, from Dustin's other side. He hadn't realized she was holding him.

"maybe it's not to them. Maybe...maybe they think of themselves as people who used to be Jedi. But aren't anymore. Maybe that's how they dealt with the war."

"but..." Dustin has never considered himself anything other than a Jedi, cannot comprehend shrugging it off even in the face of the Empire. "But why?"

Max, who has been silent, sniffs. "Because everything else they said was true." Mike, who retired from the cockpit Will and joined their cuddling hums questioningly.

She sighs. "Steve fell in love during the war, and planned a future raising little babies with whoever it was. Robin had a grand romance that was never meant to be with a politician or something. They've known each other since they were small."

"just now, we know they were doing that while fighting the Separatists." Lucas said.

"exactly. Think about it. I don't know who Steve could have fallen in love with, but... Mike. Didn't your sister have to work with a Jedi Padawan a few years before the Clone Wars? Didn't you say she got...weird? After? Robin was always weird about your last name..."

Mike goes stuff, even as Dustin barely registers anything about his sister, focusing on who Steve could have loved. A horrible, horrible possibility comes to mind that makes too much sense for how sad, heartbroken, confused Steve was about the "break up".

"oh stars." Says Mike. "Robin was the Jedi Nancy fell in love with before she fell for Jonathan. Oh no. She even said the Jedi had an orange 'sabre. Holy kark!"

Dustin sobs. Erica presses her face into his shoulder.

"Steve fell in love with a Clone." Bursts from his lips.

"what?" There's an overlap of voices. Shock, horror, confusion mixed together.

He shrugs. "It's the only thing that makes sense. Max, remember when he told us? About when they decided to be together? He said his--his love" and Dustin doesn't know if he says it as a dirty thing because the Clone troopers killed his family, or because Jedi very rarely had romantic relationships and he was still too young to understand the complexities of them for Jedi, or something else entirely. "Wanted to raise his little brothers. Protect them. Steve wanted...well I guess he must've wanted to be a creche master. They wanted to do it together. In the temple, at home."

Max joins. "He said That they'd spent a long time working together with his Ma, so--oh kriff, his force damned Master! That has to be it, right Dustin? That's like a parent for Jedi right? He...Steve said he watched her die. Watched...watched his lover die."

They are all silent, for a moment.

"do you think...do you think Steve had to kill him?" Mike asks, when only the rumble of hyperspeed fills the space.

Max counters with "Robin said she was on Coruscant when the Republic fell. What do you think she had to do? What she saw?" Dustin knows. Dustin saw the hallways. Saw the men in white armour who they all thought were friends massacre them in their home, led by some sith apprentice.

"I think they did what they had to to keep each other alive." Will says.

No one can argue with that.

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#steve harrington #robin buckley #dustin henderson #steve and dustin #stobin #platonic stobin #post o66 stobin au #stranger things #stranger things au #yeah stobin have a concordance of fealty what about it #steve was Claudia Henderson's padawan who was mace windu's padawan before Depa and his grandmaster started teaching him #his signature lightsaber form #sorry to the non sw girlies #steve x oc #past ronance #robin and nancy had a relationship similar to obiwan and satine pre war. ya feel? #angst #dw they save stobin but not before they are tortured :) #finda writes stuff #finda's rambles #the party

[elthadriel]

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss for maze/zey? :>

Zey drags his boots on the mat outside the door, scraping wet mud from the soles. He taps his keycard on the panel and steps into the warmth of their apartment and out of the rain. He pulls off his dripping coat, hanging it up beside Maze’s. Maze must have got back before the weather turned because his is still dry, while Zey was caught unprepared in a coat made for the cold but not the wet. His shirt clings to him in damp patches around the collar where his coat had become too saturated to protect him.

He sighs, putting down the grocery bag to sit on the small bench by the door. He removes one boot and then the other. His hair and beard are soaked, only adding to the unpleasant dampness of his coat.

The floors creak as he moves through the apartment, and he finds Maze exactly where he expects him to be. They work out of the office downstairs, but they have a desk seat up in the apartment too, and it sees almost as much use. Maze looks up as Zey enters, but the caution is habit, it’s clear in the Force that he already knew who it was from Zey’s boots on the stairs.

He’s had another attempt at fixing the desk’s wobble, wedging several folded sheets of flimsi wedged under the back left leg.

“Anything I should know about?” Maze asks.

“Kasi’s alibi held up, but something feels off about the whole thing.” Zey has had nothing but bad feelings about the whole job. Zey nods and says nothing, though he more than trusts Zey’s instincts. “Oh, and I picked up some more caf.” He holds up the bag.

Maze grunts a thanks, but doesn’t look up again. He’ll be done working for the evening, trading in police reports for his latest haul from the library. Zey will prompt him over dinner, and Maze will gladly provide a lecture on whatever he’s been reading about.

They’ll need to eat soon, but he’ll change first. He’ll leave Maze to read.

“Zey.”

He turns back with a questioning sound.

Maze puts down his datapad. He doesn’t turn it off—he intends to be right back to it—and stands. His presence is a strange thing. Zey is familiar with him, understands the subtleties of his emotions despite how well he shields himself. He’s certain in the way he usually is but there’s something else that Zey doesn’t know what to make of. He doesn’t dig to try and make sense of it. Maze has never asked him not to look closer than the surface stuff Zey can’t help but see, but that’s only because he’s never had to.

Maze steps close, close enough that they’re almost touching. They’ve been closer, but there’s a deliberateness to it that’s thick and heavy.

Zey is damp from the rain and holding a grocery bag and Maze is going to kiss him.

There’s plenty of time for him to step away—they've been carefully stepping away for years—but Zey…

Maze closes the gap but Zey twists his head to make it easier. Hair from Zey’s beard gets between their lips but neither of them act to fix it. It’s over as quickly as it began.

It felt like the most natural thing in the world. It’s almost impossible to believe they’ve never done it before.  

Maze considers him, and then gives a small nod. He steps away again, walking back around his desk.

“Why now?” Zey asks, voice coming out rougher than he expects. They’ve been edging around for almost as long as they’ve known each other, since some unknowable moment during the war. They’ve built something here, a business, a home, perhaps a life.

Maze leans back in his chair, considering that answer as carefully as he considers everything. He’s clever in a way few people are, his willingness to take his time making him cleverer still.

“You should have taken your other coat,” he says at last. “You warned me this morning to keep an eye out for rain.” 

Zey follows Maze around his desk, cupping his jaw and tilting his head up. He kisses Maze again, lingering this time until Maze’s mouth turns up into a smile under his.

There's a dark spot on Maze’s collar from where Zey has dripped onto him.

“I’ll start dinner,” he says. “I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

Maze’s smile is still there, as small and achingly familiar as always.

#Maze/Zey #repcomm #my fic #Look #I know you asked for impulsive #but for these two #this is as close as you're going to get #you can't just kiss someone #you have to take 4-5 business years to really consider the decision first #really ruminate on it #also yes #this set during their canon by word of author time post o66 as space detectives

[phoenixyfriend]

I'm. I'm thinking about Imperial era hairstyles.

And how wearing braids, particularly thin braids that are noticeably different or separate from the rest of the hair, is seen as a low-key sign of supporting the Jedi. It gets complicated in places where braiding carries heavy cultural weight, like Alderaan or Chalacta...

But baby Leia having that one thin braid hanging down from her bun... It's not a padawan sign, it's not even outside the lines of what Alderaani royals wear.

But it's low-key her parents saying 'we haven't forgotten.'

Imitation padawan braids are a major peacepunk thing in urban areas, maybe?

Low-key I'm imagining the setting from @deniigi's "Cody harasses city government to clean up the streets, this is disgusting and a disappointment, you should be ashamed of yourselves" AU as one where peacepunks are definitely doing the hair thing

#hair #hairstyles #braides #leia organa #jedi #pro jedi #post o66 #phoenix talks #star wars

[cypanache]

Cy's 2023 Fic Replay - Track #10

Intro: My entire 2023 Music Replay is populated by tracks from my various fic playlists, and it's made me a little nostalgic and a little reflective so I'm going to be extremely self indulgent and talk about why these are the top songs and the fics they go to. So without further ado ...

track 10: Breathe Me - Sia

This song has been a go to on fic playlists since my Dexter/Lumen days. I love how it feels intimate, and sensual but not explicitly romantic. That simple begging lyric of 'Be my friend' encompasses such an expanse of possibilities that it is often on my playlists for those more complicated relationships which spring from less than healthy places. Like I said it was my banner song for Dexter/Lumen, it featured heavily in my April/Ben playlist when I was writing 'Escape Hatch' so long ago that this link still takes you to live journal, and now suddenly it's back in heavy rotation ... and I still love it.

fic rambling, lyrics and excerpts below the cut

fic: Prodigal

[obianidala | in-universe | post rots ]

I cannot emphasize enough how much I didn't see this fic coming. I have a really complicated relationship with post-RotS obianidala fics because I'm not that interested in any sort of redemptive arc for Anakin once Order 66 occurs. So needless to say, actually writing a post RotS oad fic? Not on my bingo card.

But I really love this fic. It's bittersweet and sharp edged and not at all a redemption story.

But it is a forgiveness story. It's a story about loving someone you know to be capable of monstrous things. About what that does to you and figuring out how to live with that part of yourself.

Which is to say that, although I am writing three love stories, because its me this is first and foremost Obi-Wan and Padme's story. And this song is their song. Specifically this bit:

Help, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame Be my friend Hold me, wrap me up Unfold me

This encapsulates everything both of them are going through. The blame they put on themselves for what happened and how much they need each other ... It's not an explicitly romantic dynamic, but its so deep and complicated and powerful, its the glue of the story and it's truly one of my favorite flavors of them I've written ...

So to give you a flavor of what I'm talking about, here have this excerpt from Chapter 2 where Padme asks Obi-Wan to share his memories of massacre at the temple:

“Maybe–” she licks her lips, sucking a little on the blood that begun to decorate the surface. “Maybe it will help? You’ve been carrying around all by yourself. Maybe if you share it, it won’t feel so heavy?” “And maybe we’ll just both wind up with nightmares.” “At least you won’t be alone anymore.” It’s a more appealing prospect than he’d like to admit. Still– As if sensing his hesitation, how close he teeters to the edge, she presses. “Don’t you think I deserve to know?” He stiffens at that, some instinctive, possessive part of him rejecting the idea that this woman is entitled to anything when it comes to his Padawan, even this, but then she continues. “He did it for me after all. That’s what he says, right? How he explains it? That he did it to keep me safe. Don’t you think I should have to pay the price?” Oh. Oh my dear. Unable to help himself, he reaches up and brushes a lock of hair out of her face. All his blame— All the secret resentment and unspoken condemnation he’s been carrying around for her in his pockets evaporating in an instant. “No.” Padme closes her eyes at the touch. “Because you think it's yours?” “Possibly.” Definitely. “Well stop it.” She says trying valiantly to lighten the mood. “Selfishness like that. It’s unbecoming a Jedi.” And it’s not that he doesn’t appreciate the attempt but— “The Jedi are dead.” “I know,” she whispers, “I’m sorry.” “Me too.” They lay there for a long time, watching each other, her hand on his cheek, his fingers in her hair. Enjoying the sensation of touching someone, of being touched. And for a moment, just a moment, he forgets, what’s happened, who he’s with, why even this is too much solace, too much grace.

So there you go track 10. Hope this was enjoyable for some of you.

PS Does anyone know how to make the Spotify stuff smaller with requiring me to learn how to do a custom theme on my Tumblr? Because whoa ... that's really big and annoying

#2023 fic replay #fic: prodigal #obidala #obianidala #post rots au #post O66 #obi wan kenobi #padme admidala

[jessicas-pi]

@kanerallels ask and ye shall receive

In a better future, Padawan Bridger and Lady Wren become friends after a long week of repeatedly almost dying. Meanwhile, Knight Dume calls his gf for a ride off the planet.

#not my best art but I'm posting it anyway #jessica's art #imo we as a fandom are missing a great opportunity when we don't give sabine and ezra their own Year On The Run adventure in a no-O66 AU #i mean with all the kenobi-bridger parallels already this would be a fun one too #like i'm imagining #depa mentioning to obi-wan that her padawan (because caleb will always be her padawan even if he's a knight now) is running from assassins #along with his own padawan and a young mandalorian woman of nobility #and obi wan immediately has 32 flashbacks and just. grabs depa by the arms. #“LISTEN TO ME. TELL CALEB TO WATCH THEM. TELL HIM TO WATCH THEM CAREFULLY. I'VE SEEN THIS HAPPEN BEFORE AND IT NEVER ENDS WELL” #ezra bridger #sabine wren #kanan jarrus #caleb dume #the time heals 'verse #sort of

[galaxyvoices]

"Whatever it is, I didn't do it," he said with a shrug, jokingly holding up his hands before crossing his arms. He uttered a light laugh afterward. Vos was telling the truth, certain the other could see that. On whatever it was they had come to him to discuss. He just suspected that they thought it was him, would not be the first time. Unabated curiosity did stir within him. "Unless that look is for ...something else, in that case, I have to know."

#( muse: quinlan vos. ) #open starter #star wars rp #( could be during tcw era or post o66.)

[whirlybirbs]

just thinking about them........

#WOOOOO #i gotta organize all the post o66 stuff i did for them too