#related to jinn i mean

[hindnqarnfel]

Kicking my feet and giggling like a little girl reading about mesopotamian demons.

🤔 sounds familiar...

#comic is past thumbnailing stage if youre wondering #i dont have any reason to read about mesopotamian demons besides that some ideas are related but still #fun for me #related to jinn i mean

[daddy-ul]

heya, i'm jinn, i am a basic and i miss atlas rise! live.

#i know it's the most basic song ever from metallica BUT #i just love it. i embrace my norminess sjsjsjsns I WANT IT BACK LIVE PLSSSSS #im not asking for spit (oh man i WISH) but i know in my heart that its destiny will be the same as cyanide #and </3 #gotta say im glad that almost 8 years later and 3 concerts in that tour i still wanna hear HTSD songs #(not moth. it's good but enough. and i am still ?? over confusion being in s&m2 but i mean. pun intended djsjjsjs) #song related #sorry duder if you read all this way i am tired and i forgor what was my point #htsd is still good. still loving the songs. i was v tired today and man looking at the making of of the album helped #i LOVE the making of sweet revenge #james doing the chugga chugga heart beat at the beginning etc #jinn out #i think it has been a while since i did a ramble in the tag while sleep deprived snansnsns #anyway. #ATLAS RISE IS GOOD AND I MISS OT. WE HAD A GOOD TIME TOGETHER AND I WANT IT BACKKKKKKK #*HERE comes revenge #not sweet revenge. geez im tiredddd sksksksks

[spiderton]

okay so this only pisses me off like in a minor way im not that mad but also the sutras are said to summon jinns, but it doesnt say it could summon anything else.. but well only jinns.

and yet one of the sutras (the wiki could be saying this only though) is said tonsummon a god. which ????????? i KNOW it didnt say it could only summon jinns but like arent allthe rest jinns. and yet soragami isnt. Whynis soragami here.

#i woild say patapon doesnt know what a jinn is but like. thats probably mean #this game was rushed and this is like ONE single word calling smthing a god related to jinns #i am literallt rhe only person who cares abut minor stuff like this though. i think abyway

[nimata-beroya]

Some Thoughts

I'm rewatching Rebels yet again, and it made me remember all the talk about Anakin's "questionable" training of Ahsoka in Tales of the Jedi (couple with some comments I've seen recently about the Ahsoka show about how it's never address all the wrong things he did, and criticizing that she called him a good master).. and yet, nobody says the same about Kanan, because if you don't remember, Kanan trained Ezra in a similar manner. Just look at this example in Season 1, episode 12.

And that wasn't the only time they trained that way. There was another moment in an earlier episode when they were doing something like that, standing on the Ghost while flying. A bit reckless if you ask me. In fact, Ezra fell and would've died if it wasn't for Kanan that force pulled him back into the ship.

So, it's not like Anakin was the only one to come up with such a training. Even Jaro Tapal did it with Cal Kestis (to a much, much lesser degree, of course). Was Anakin with the most intense training? Sure, absolutely!! But the circumstances required of him to be that intense. The Ghost crew could pick their battles, and usually of a small scale, going against a dozen or 2 of Stormtroopers with awful aim. Anakin and Ahsoka didn't have that luxury. He had to make sure she could handle the heat of hundreds, thousands droids shooting at her in battle (or as it turned out, dozens clones 💔😭)

And Anakin was a good master to Ahsoka. Was he perfect? Not by a long shot. But neither was Obi Wan to Anakin, nor Qui-Gon Jinn to Obi, and on and on (theirs is the disaster lineage after all). Saying that Anakin was a good master to Ahsoka doesn't mean neither that Ahsoka nor us are forgetting all the horrible things, all the atrocities he committed. It means we're seeing Anakin as a complex person, capable to do good and bad things. People in general can be more than just one thing, they can be contradictory in their actions and motivations.

And I think some people are missing the point of what happened in the World Between Worlds. That moment wasn't about Anakin and his actions, it was about AHSOKA, about what she needed to hear to let go of her fear, to work through her trauma. Sure, said trauma is related to his actions but more important was what Ahsoka was going to do, her decision, her actions, her future.

Well, that's all I wanted to say. And since it's out of my chest, I'll return to my rewatch 😆

#sw rebels #ahsoka show #tales of the jedi #ahsoka tano #anakin skywalker #kanan jarrus #ezra bridger

[this-acuteneurosis]

I kind of want to get you started on mind tricks. cause like weak minded to strong minded dynamic and the blur away, but also the sith back in the day were for SURE a Caste system of force sensitive rulers and non force sensitives, and the jedi were their ENEMY off and on for thousands of years, cultural bleed through and dynamics of their own power systems but Ben we are not the droids you are looking for go away so I dont have to kill you, versus Qui hey I want this thing trade it for me.

Alright, Oct anon, it's been a while, but I have not forgotten you definitely forgot this ask in my drafts for who even knows how many months but it's found again, whoo!

It's taken me a while to get this together partly to try and arrange my thoughts in a logical order but also...

Guys, I really, really care about the use of agency in stories. Like, I've ranted about it in relation to droids, I've explained some of my problems with it in the context of the thematic changes between the OT and the PT, I stew over it constantly in my brain, it's a central theme of many of my own stories (including DLB).

I really don't like mind control, and not just in Star Wars.

Now, just because I don't like a thing doesn't mean it doesn't have a place in story telling. As a device, mind control/manipulation can be useful or important to a plot. To a theme. Overcoming it can be powerful or cool (Ella Enchanted-I prefer the novel personally, Tanjiro in Demon Slayer: Mugen Train), watching someone succumb to it can be agonizing (Frodo in Return of the King, anyone? Princess Euphemia in Code Geass?).

So, what is the point of Mind Tricks (and that naming choice, "trick," making it sound almost...harmless) in the Star Wars story, and maybe in the universe?

I feel like in its initial reveal, the mind trick was supposed to a) convey how "magical" Jedi were and b) get the plot from point A to B. Obi-Wan waves his hand, someone believes something hideously untrue, move along move along, don't think about it too hard.

Like, literally, audience, please. Don't.

Luke uses it in RotJ for pretty much the same reason. To convery a) Luke is well on his way to being a "magical" Jedi now (oh but wait, there's more character growth he needs!), and b) Luke needs to get into Jabba's palace and why would they let him in? Because he says so, so we will take him to Jabba now. Move along, move along.

I don't like the implications of this power existing, and as an adult who has been in situation where I have to report to higher powers, the disregard of the consequences of these things are a bit darker if I look too closely, but like...move along, I guess. It's fine as long as we're only using these powers on space nazis and slavers. Right?

Except then we get more movies. And cartoons. It's fine if Obi-Wan mind controls a person into not smoking, right? Smoking is Bad and Obi-Wan is Good.

Only.

Only...

Who taught Obi-Wan to use mind tricks?

Ah yes, my old nemesis.

To all you Qui-Gon fans out there, you may wanna leave. This analysis is probably not for you.

So like, Qui-Gon Jinn. Qui-Gon "I'm friends with the current Chancellor and thus an obvious, notable representative of the Jedi Order but I don't get along with my higher ups" Jinn. The thing you have to understand about my opinion of him is that, as a young, first time watcher of TPM, I liked him. He was funny, irreverent, direct. He was wise, or at least seemed to know things no one else did. He was a maverick, ready to go against all orders and advice for what he knew was right. And everyone around him was just stuffy and uninformed.

And to be fair, he wasn't wrong about everything. He's set up to be sympathetic. He's trying to treat with the gungans and they won't listen? Well he and Obi-Wan are right, the Trade Federation does go for the gungans. The Order says there are no Sith? Oops, wrong on that one. The Council makes the ambiguous assertion Anakin is "too old" to train. We've seen the OT. We know "too old" is nonsense.

But like, what does Qui-Gon do when he's thwarted?

He takes away people's agency.

Oh, you don't want to help us, Boss Nass, political leader? Cool, well I'm gonna undermine you in front of your entire court and you're gonna give us a whole ship (that we won't return) to help us defend a people you've been in an active war with for centuries. Oh, my currency doesn't work on this planet? I think it will mister small time junk dealer with a gambling problem (jokes on you for that one, sir).

This to me is a huge red flag in a story that is about literal slaves. I know people will defend the above examples. It was necessary. There were lives at stake.

You wanna know who would have suffered if Qui-Gon had been able to con Watto out of that part?

Anakin and Shmi.

Worthless (or event mostly worthless) currency on a planet where you have to buy water is literal death under the right circumstances. And who do you think Watto's going to reduce rations on. He's got cash flow problems? What's the quickest way for him to make back what he just lost? I'll give you a hint, he gambles on them later in the exact same movie.

So like, well before we get to "weak minded" or anything dubious like that, there's this awkward question of, "Why are the good guys always using powers to make people do things? And not worried about the consequences?"

And like, if we go back to simple story narratives, and trying to move things from point A to point B, that's fine I guess. I enjoy the OT. I'll move along.

But if you ask me to stop and think about it.

Well...

#my soapbox meta #agency #this is without even touching on things like #Anakin accidentally-on purpose?-mind tricking Padmé theories #or like #dubious racial/class implications #teaching this skill to ~~~children~~~ #so many other things

[gffa]

choose violence 🥰✨: 3 (altho to avoid the Drama™ it should be more related to something silly I don't want u to die to answer this lmao), 7, 9, 10, 20, 21 (v curious about the last two actually)

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you’ve seen on tumblr NO NO I AM HAPPY TO DO THIS ONE because it is my favorite worst take I've ever seen: "Did you know that Darth Vader and the Empire must have freed all the slaves because we never see any slaves in the original trilogy!" THEY WERE SERIOUS. (Pssst, nobody tell them about Oola.) My other favorite worst take I've ever seen: "We are allowing people to express themselves too much because I just saw people shipping Obi-Wan and Anakin, they're writing all these fics about love, and they shouldn't do that! I also saw people shipping Gojou and Geto from Jujutsu Kaisen and they are FRIENDS, they shouldn't LOVE each other!" Absolutely stellar, no notes, phenomenal, 10/10. 7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them? It is an absolute struggle not to get sucked into the whirlwind around Qui-Gon Jinn's character. He's so often used as a weapon against the other Jedi, when the reality of his character is that he's both a lovely person and kind of an actual asshole in the movie, he's a dick to Jar Jar! He only cares about Anakin because of the prophecy! But he also is genuine about his affections and he was a good teacher to help Obi-Wan come into himself! He's absolutely HILARIOUS when he's not giving a shit throughout all the batshit stuff that happens in the first 20 minutes of the movie! But so much of fandom wants to flatten him out into either lionizing him or demonizing him and, if that made it more fun for people, I'd be more onboard! Hell, yeah, lionize the hell out of your faves because you love them!! But so few people seem to actually care about the character for himself and, when he gets used to bash the other Jedi, sometimes it's hard to get out of the instinctive urge to dislike the character. (QUI-GON DESERVES BETTER THAN THIS. LET HIM BE AN ASSHOLE CAT THAT WE LOVE.) 9. worst part of canon Honestly, I like pretty much all of Lucas' canon, which is the primary stuff I care about. And most of the boring stuff I can just ignore. But, man, I have trouble with TBB. 20. part of canon you found tedious or boring To be honest, pretty much any of the Star Wars books from the last couple of years that don't focus on established characters. (And some of the established characters, too, I could not finish the Padme trilogy.) I am just so full up on half-sketched characters that never seem to have any real arc to their character or bite to them that I've almost entirely stopped reading SW books, I'm just so bored with them, none of them have Lucas' ability to create a character I want to spend time with or they don't have the page time (like 3+ books worth) to develop them. 21. part of canon you think is overhyped I wouldn't have said this three years ago, but I'll say it today: The Mandalorian. That first season was phenomenal and deserved to be as hyped as it was, just for what it did for breathing enthusiasm back into the fandom. Those early days were amazing, we all got along in fandom, there was genuine affection and zeal for having fun with the characters! But by the time the third season came around, despite that I had a blast during it, it didn't deserve the hype anymore, Favroni had lost their focus or something, and it was all over the place and I don't think it deserves to be "the GOOD Star Wars" live action anymore. (You know what I mean with that.)

#lumi.txt #star wars #choose violence ask game

[gorgynei]

Summer and Raven used Relic of Knowledge's first question (theory)

The fact that Jinn is already one question short before RWBY even finds it has always bugged me. In the past 100 years, someone who knew about the relics, was close enough to Ozpin to learn Jinn's name, had access to the Spring Maiden, and wasn't interested in the relic outside of one question had to have been in Haven and used the lamp. The only people who I can possibly think of that match this bill are Oz's (at the time) inner circle: Ironwood, Lionheart, Qrow, Glynda, and Raven.

Raven Branwen, with fresh spring maiden powers, and Summer Rose used the Relic of Knowledge together, causing Raven to completely lose hope in the battle against Salem and Summer to go on a solo-mission that she never returned from.

Raven knows about Ozpin's true past and that Salem is unkillable.

This is very easy to see just based on how Raven holds herself and how she treats Ozpin. In V5, viewers never had a real reason to distrust Oz, but Raven is laying it on thick. She talks about Oz about the same way that team RWBY does later on in V6, after using the lamp. She dances around telling Yang and Weiss everything she knows during their conversation in V5, but outright tells them that she knows more than she's telling them and to not trust anyone.

Raven describes herself learning Oz's secret (the existence of Salem), and then seeking more information beyond that. Raven calls Salem "unstoppable" and "impossible to defeat" repeatedly; she strongly believes that Salem is impossible to kill.

Learning via Jinn that she is impossible to defeat would certainly explain why she so strongly believes this.

Raven says that she knows about Ozpin's past. Qrow and the rest of Oz's group all know that he reincarnates, but Raven quite easily offers that up (or at least implies it) to Yang and Weiss, which makes it seem like she knows more beyond that. It's difficult to prove just how much Raven knows about Oz and Salem's past because the viewer isn't supposed to know about it at this point in the story, but Raven seemingly has a lot more information to offer to try and get Yang to stay, so it's likely that she knows at least the broad strokes.

Raven was the Spring Maiden that opened the Haven vault

This requires a bit of a breakdown of the pre-show timeline.

Over a decade prior to the events of RWBY V5, the previous spring maiden ran away. Raven met her soon after and killed her, taking the powers for herself. "Over a decade" is up to interpretation, but assuming that it means somewhere around 13-16 years, it would put Yang at anywhere from 2 to 5 years old. That perfectly lines up with when Summer left.

So, over a decade ago, Raven gained spring maiden powers, and right about the same time, Summer disappeared. It's unclear when exactly Raven cut ties with Oz in relation to this point, but we can safely assume that it was before, because Raven was with her tribe when the previous maiden arrived and she only returned to her tribe after leaving Oz's group.

At this point, Raven might have informed Summer of her powers. It's unclear what kind of relationship they had, but Summer is the only member of team STRQ that Raven has not outright insulted, so it's possible she trusted Summer slightly more than her brother and Tai.

Using those powers, Raven easily could have gotten down to the Haven vault, as she was a trusted members of Oz's group and knew Lionhart, and used the relic.

Mystery surrounding Summer's disappearance

The scene in V7 where Qrow talks about Summer with Ruby has always struck me as odd in a few ways. Ruby poses the question of "What if Summer knew about Salem being unkillable" and Qrow reveals that even Oz wasn't sure why Summer left.

Specific wording is everything in RWBY. Qrow says that Tai and himself were both in the dark about Summer's disappearance, but makes no mention of Raven at all. If your teammate went missing, you'd obviously reach out to your other teammates, even if you were estranged. The choice to not mention Raven here is important because it means theres room for Raven to have not been in the dark. Qrow also points out that theres a lot that Ozpin may have been hiding from them in the same breath as he says they were in the dark, seeding suspicion into the truth of even that statement.

It's obvious that Ruby is using Summer as a way to ask Qrow for advice and follow in her mother's footsteps, but I think the choice to have Ruby ask this immediately after Qrow says that Summer leaving was a mystery is significant. Linking the concepts of "what might Summer have done" and "Summer ran away" by having them in the same conversation is intentional.

Summer knew Salem could not be killed

Raven and Salem both directly compare Ruby to Summer when she talks about being able to defeat Salem.

RUBY: We've seen what you're capable of. The lamp showed us. It showed us everything. We've seen that you cant be killed, but we've also seen you fail. We don't have to kill you to stop you. And we will stop you. SALEM: Your mother said those words to me.

The only logical explanation for Summer saying any of that is for her to have used the lamp. Even just "we don't have to kill you to stop you, and we will stop you" wouldn't make sense if Summer was unaware that Salem is unkillable.

RAVEN: There is no "beating Salem". RUBY: You're wrong. We've done things that most people would call impossible and I know the only reason we were able to do it is because we didn't do it alone. We had people to teach us. People to help us. We had each other. Work with us. At least I know we'll have abetter chance if we try together. Please. RAVEN: You sound just like your mother.

Raven's comment also makes little sense if Summer didn't know about Salem being unkillable. However, Summer specifically telling Raven that they should work together to defeat Salem is important because it lends further proof to the idea that Summer and Raven used the lamp together.

However, I can't really explain the leap that Summer made from "work together to defeat Salem" to "leave everyone behind on a solo mission". Summer's motivations are intentionally unclear and I'd bet that these contradicting ideas are going to be important when we eventually learn what happened to Summer.

TLDR;

Raven gained the spring maiden powers over a decade ago and she and Summer used them to open the Haven vault without telling Oz and ask the lamp "What is Ozpin hiding from us", or something similiar. After learning that Salem is unkillable, Raven completely loses faith of Oz and in the fight against Salem and cuts off all ties with their group and her brother. Summer urges Raven to work together to stop Salem before eventually leaving to go confront her and never coming back.

#wahoo. finally done. good LORD. #okay everyone better appreciate this because i think i such a genius for putting this together and i honestly would DIE if this isnt true #rwby #rwby theory #ramblings #summer rose #raven branwen

[offsidekineticist]

I'm still taking a break from aeon Theo, but I was going through my random untitled documents and found what I wrote about his first night ever in Drezen and I need to tell someone about this.

Cw: sort of suicidal ideation (of the "determined to go out in a blaze of glory" variety)

So Theo is tiny, even for a gnome - like, based on the 1e height tables, it shouldn't be possible for a male gnome to be as small as he is. He's closer to average halfling height than average gnome height because childhood malnutrition is a bitch. But what this means is that he gets to Mendev, and literally none of the crusader orders will take him, Steve Rogers style.

But Theo doesn't really have anywhere else to go. His library burned down and his home is in the middle of a civil war and he ran away. He can't bear to go back and face the people he tried to abandon - especially not the kids. So when none of the orders in Kenabres will take him, he decides to go to Drezen on his own and convince someone there to let him fight.

In the end, he arrives in Drezen a couple of years before the Second Crusade and impresses Staunton Vhane (by punching him really hard after Staunton laughs at the idea of him being a crusader). Staunton tries to get Theo a position in the garrison, but Commander Verstol is like "aw, I love the enthusiasm, little guy, but this is no place for a little fella like you!" Staunton immediately goes Qui-Gon Jinn mode and is like "Theo is now my squire!" Which is the only reason Theo is allowed to join the crusade (and is also funny because Staunton is a paladin and Theo is godless so it's really not a good match).

Here's the part that made me go like "I need to post about this": before Staunton pulls the squire uno reverse big brain plan, Theo is already planning what he's going to do now that this hasn't worked out. And his plan was to try to join the Hellknights. Because, yes, he hates them, and he'd be a terrible hellknight, but the idea of going home after running away when home needed him most is so awful to him that he'd rather be a massive hypocrite and try to make himself into something he hates (or at least pretend he's trying long enough to die heroically).

And now I'm imagining an AU where Theo does join the hellknights and his mentor is one of the original five of the Godclaw. He's "killed" pretty early on, but this version of Theo gets it together enough to "die" in a manner worthy of a hellknight, so when the Godclaw gets their citadel and, like, a plaque with the names of their fallen, Theoven's is at the top as the first member of the Godclaw to fall in the line of duty. And Regill spends his entire time in the Godclaw in the shadow of his brother's sacrifice, not sure what made Theo change his mind about the hellknights, but determined to live up to the standard Theo would have surely held himself to.

And then Theo isn't dead, and he's also a complete fucking mess and just terrible at everything Hellknight related except having such low self-esteem that he's willing to throw his life away for the Mission. And Regill is pretty sure this is some kind of demonic trick to undermine morale by sullying the memory of the Godclaw's first fallen, but also this version of Theo is much more familiar than the legend of Hellknight (posthumous) Theoven Derenge and at some point he realizes Theo is only remembered as he is because he's a vicious fighter with a death wish who "died" before he washed out, and his mentor leveraged the "heroism" of his death to recruit hellknights to the Godclaw, and, uh, Regill has no idea what to do with that knowledge.

#pwotr pals #oc: theoven derenge #pathfinder wotr #regill derenge #knight-commander oc #staunton vhane

[thecleverqueer]

Five compelling deaths for Ahsoka Tano that were squandered:

1.) During the Mortis Arc:

Because, I mean, she was dead. So…..

2.) During the Wrong Jedi Arc:

We all know Ahsoka was innocent from the start. But, what if that didn’t come to light? Hear me out. Ahsoka is framed for the temple bombing , and the subsequent crimes committed in relation to the bombing. The proof that she’s innocent does not surface. She is put on trial, and is found guilty of the bombing as the evidence was stacked a mile-high against her (keep in mind, we only know that she was innocent because we were following her point of view during the entire arc). She is sentenced, and is put to death for the crimes. Anakin is furious, both at the council and the senate. Does he stay with the Jedi? Does he still follow Palpatine after this? I don’t know. Maybe not. Barriss, overwhelmed by the guilt of having her ex-girlfriend executed for her crimes, probably doesn’t make it out either…some Romeo and Juliet shit. To add fuel to the flames, the evidence that Ahsoka was innocent resurfaces after she’s gone. The whole Jedi order is rocked by this discovery, and everyone is both shocked and devastated that they let a 17-year-old kid take the fall in such a way. Realizing that they have been completely blinded by the dark side, Yoda steps down as grandmaster. Mace Windu takes Yoda’s place, sees the rising darkness, pulls out of the war, and brings all of the Jedi back to the temple to regain focus. During this time, they discover Palpatine is the dark lord of the Sith, and a team of Jedi go and destroy him.

3.) During her duel with Maul:

I’m not going to pretend that Maul is formidable or super strong, but Ahsoka was buffed during that battle. Maul is older, and has bested stronger Jedi (see Qui-Gon Jinn). Maul’s arrogance and over-confidence probably got the best of him. But, what if it didn’t? What if Maul defeated Ahsoka? Bo-Katan could have come back concerned about Ahsoka’s well-being (because let’s face it, Ahsoka is the only other person in the galaxy that Bo doesn’t despise), and as Bo re-enters the throne room, Maul strikes Ahsoka down. Bo-Katan quickly realizes that Maul has killed yet another person that she loves. Maul is distracted by his victory, and in a fit of utter rage, Bo-Katan shoots Maul right between the eyes and drops him. Bo-Katan takes the dark saber from a now dead Maul, and goes on a rampage until she slices Gar Saxon into a million little pieces. Oddly (or maybe not-so-oddly), because she won the dark saber in combat per the creed, the night of a thousand tears does not happen.

4.) During Order 66:

Nearly every Jedi in the Galaxy died, but Ahsoka was spared because Rex gave her about thirteen seconds before he executed the order. Thanks to Fives, he knew what was happening. What if he didn’t hesitate? What if he didn’t flinch because he lost total control? What if he did still hesitate, but Ahsoka didn’t react? What if Rex tagged her with that fatal blow? Holy shit. I tear up thinking about it. Imagine Rex immediately realizing that he just ended his little sister’s life on that bridge. He would’ve been consumed by pain and guilt. It wouldn’t have taken Rex as long as it took Cody to get to that point either. Rex would have immediately pictured that skinny little kid in the tube top (f*^% Lucas for that BTW) coming down the landing ramp on Christophsis. He would have run up to her limp body, grabbed her and wept uncontrollably. It would have been so painful. After Rex came to his senses, he would immediate gather his brothers together to share Five’s message. All of the clones on the Tribunal would be outraged, and they would devise a plan to remove the inhibitor chips. After removal, the clones on the ship would make it their mission to save other clones in the galaxy from similar fates, jump starting Rex’s rebellion, but with A LOT more help.

5.) During her duel with Vader:

In fairness, she really shouldn’t have survived this. In all honesty, she didn’t. She died. Again. And, she was resurrected in the weirdest, least Star Wars’y way possible. So, what if she hadn’t been? What if she’d died like she probably should have? What if she wasn’t brought back from the dead through a time-portal? Well. Vader would have been an even bigger piece of shit. I’m not confident that it’s possible, but yeah, damn. It was one thing to watch him strike down old Obi-Wan (who had multiple chances to defeat him, but didn’t), but for him to slice through Ahsoka? Ouch. Not only would Anakin/Vader have murdered children, he would have slaughtered his whole-ass family save the twins who he doesn’t know about. It would have been compelling is all I’m saying. I would like to say that he would feel remorse, and turn from the dark side, but Ahsoka’s death would have been inconsequential to him. It wouldn’t have mattered. He wouldn’t have given a shit. He didn’t. I’m sure he assumed she’d died anyway after that epic explosion. Also, evading this particular demise set up a precedent: Ahsoka cannot die. I mean, if Vader couldn’t take her out, then nothing else in the galaxy can either. So, in short and in closing, she really is going to be Gandalf.

#star wars #ahsoka tano #mortis arc #anakin skywalker #mace windu #master yoda #the wrong jedi #darth maul #bo katan kryze #the siege of mandalore #order 66 #captain rex #the 501st #darth vader #twilight of the apprentice

[asma-al-husna]

Allah calls Himself Al-Mujeeb, the one who responds, the answerer of prayers, on one occasion in the Quran. He is the One who responds to needs, answers prayers and He is the One who penetrates each obstacle in order to respond!

Mujeeb comes from the root jeem-waw-baa, which points to three main meanings. The first meaning is to answer, reply, respond, and accept. The second main meaning is to cut, pierce, or penetrate and the third is to have a dialogue or conference.

This root appears 43 times in the Quran in five derived forms. Examples of these forms are ujeebu (“I respond”), jaboo (“carved out”), istajaaboo (“respond”) and jawaabaa (“(the) answer”).

Al-Mujeeb Himself says: … Indeed, my Lord is near and responsive [Quran, 11:61] and … [We are] the best of responders.[Quran, 37:75]

Responding to Each Request with Ease

The name Al-Mujeeb is related in meaning to Al-Hakeem (The All-Wise), Al-‘Aleem (The All-Knowing), As-Samee’ (The All-Hearing), Al-Baseer (The All-Seeing), Al-Wahhaab (The Giver of Gifts) and Al-Kareem. He responds to our requests in a way that displays His ultimate wisdom and knowledge. While we call out to Him He is All-Hearing and All-Seeing and He often gives us more than we deserve or even ask. He is the Most Generous.

His amazing power and wisdom in responding to our requests is demonstrated in this part of a beautiful hadith qudsi:
. . . O My servants, were the first of you and the last of you, the human of you and the jinn of you to rise up in one place and make a request of Me, and were I to give everyone what he requested, that would not decrease what I have, any more that a needle decreases the sea if put into it.. [Muslim, at-Tirmidhi and Ibn Majah]

How Can You Live By This Name?

1.      Respond to the call of Al-Mujeeb.
Al-Mujeeb says: When my servants ask thee concerning Me I am indeed close (to them); I listen to the prayer of every suppliant when he calls on Me; let them also with a will listen to My call and believe in Me; that they may walk in the right way. (Quran 2:186) Your share in this Name is that you are responsive to the commandments of Al-Mujeeb!

2.      Know the art of asking.
Ask for His forgiveness before you ask for anything, as was the formula of the Prophet Yunus ‘alayhi sallam when he desperately needed his supplication to be answered to be saved from the belly of the whale. Ask Al-Mujeeb for everything (halal) you wish in the Hereafter but also in this world. He loves it that you ask Him for everything you need in your deen and dunya (worldy matters). Ask him for clothing, a house to live in, food, drink, guidance, success etc.

3.      Think good of Al-Mujeeb.
Al-Mujeeb does not disappoint a believer who calls upon Him, however don’t be hasty as His delay is not His denial. The answer to your dua’ might come in a different form or time you wanted or expected. Made under the right circumstances – such as not earning haram income when asking Him or asking Him for something haram, like cutting of family ties – Al-Mujeeb responds to your dua, postpones it or prevents something bad from happening.

4.      Practise four powerful Quranic supplications for four powerful responses.
Al-Mujeeb relates to you the responses He gave after being supplicated to in different types of hardship. So whenever you are in a similar situation, apply the same dua’ and have faith in the response of Al-Mujeeb!

When you feel sad, say: There is no deity except You; exalted are You. Indeed, I have been of the wrongdoers. [Quran, 21:87] The response: So We responded to him and saved him from the distress. And thus do We save the believers. [Quran, 21:88]

When you feel scared say: Sufficient for us is Allah, and [He is] the best Disposer of affairs. [Quran, 3:173] The response: So they returned with favor from Allah and bounty, no harm having touched them. [Quran, 3:174]

When you are ill say: Indeed, adversity has touched me, and you are the Most Merciful of the merciful [Quran, 21:83] The response: So We responded to him and removed what afflicted him of adversity. And We gave him [back] his family and the like thereof with them as mercy from Us and a reminder for the worshippers [of Allah]. [Quran, 21:84]

When you feel hurt by other people say: I entrust my affair to Allah. Indeed, Allah is Seeing of [His] servants (Quran 40:44) The response: So Allah protected him from the evils they plotted, and the people of Pharaoh were enveloped by the worst of punishment. [Quran, 40:45]

5. Do good to strive for your prayers being answered.
Do as many good deeds as you can, check yourself in having a balance of hope as well as fear and be humble and not arrogant in your relationship with Allah and in your dealings with others. Al-Mujeeb says about responding to the request of Zakariyyah: Indeed, they used to hasten to good deeds and supplicate Us in hope and fear, and they were to Us humbly submissive. (Quran 21:89-90)

6. Respond to the servants of Al-Mujeeb.
Be of those who don’t just respond to the plight of those in need but of those who also actively look themselves for those who are in need of support. Have an active attitude in relation to the requests of the environment you live in and of the Ummah as a whole!

Wallahu ta’alaa ‘alem.

O Allah, Al-Mujeeb, we know that You are the answerer and fulfiller of prayers. Guide us to respond to Your call and be responsive to those in need and make us call upon and supplicate to you in the best manner. Don’t let our prayers be unanswered and adorn us with certainty in Your response, ameen!


#allah #islam #revert help team #asma al husna #revert help #muslim #ayat #daily #allah’s name #dua #pray #prayer #salah #muslimah #hijab #religion #reminder #mohammed #new muslim #new revert #new convert #how to convert islam #converthelp #convert islam #become a muslim #welcome to islam #daily ayat #prophet #god #revert

[cloudyswritings]

Lace things

just some lace headcanons

She’s either a mushroom of some sort(probably a button mushroom? Or some other species of small white fungus) or a wooly aphid. Actually she could also be some kind of lacewing too, meaning she started life as an ant lion. Personally I think she’s a mushroom but I also think that last option is a really really cool one.

I feel like she’s somehow connected to the whole silk corruption thing going on. This is mostly based on colors and their importance. In HK we never really see bright pale whites outside of things related to pale beings or soul. It’s possible she’s the acolyte or demigod of a pale being then? It’d make her an even more interesting foil to hornet. Overall though I think she might just be white because reasons.

We know she’s predatory though, and that she’s down with eating sapient bugs- she calls hornet a morsel. That’s sorta another point in the lacewing camp honestly.

Actually what if she’s literally a construct of silk, like she’s silk that’s been imbued with so many spells and so much soul it came to life properly and started producing its own soul. I take back what I said about mushrooms, this is my headcanon Lace now. I wonder if maybe she’s also possibly a sapient rose? Like the pale white ones growing around her.

She’s fast, like startlingly fast. It’s only hornet being a demigod that lets her keep up.

Unlike many other bugs/beings she really likes citrus fruits. She smells of them faintly.

She’s got a ton of younger siblings, maybe they’re being leveraged against her to make her comply with the bell cult?

Could be associated with Jinn and Sharpes masters? She’s got unknown motives.

Takes really long naps.

She starts out really hating and wanting to eat Hornet, but comes to see her as her best chance at escaping Pharloom.

Knows about the weavers and thinks Hornet is related to her. She’s wrong of course, hornet doesn’t actually have weaver blood.

If she knew Hornet was half Wyrm she’d be far, far more concerned about attacking her. She learns the hard way that Hornet is not someone to cross lightly.

She has a boat made from a massive bell that she travels in when she needs to travel by water.

She uses a pin for combat, it’s like a rapier functionally, and she’s had it since she was born.

#hollow knight #silksong #silksong lace #headcanon #these are all wildly speculative #Still they were fun

[twisted-in-underland]

I have no self control…I made a TWST!Genie 🫣

Meet my lovely Maram Grant! I’m still fleshing out my idea for the genies as a species but I’ll include some of my current ideas later in this post! [edit to make include link to coloured info card]

Note: did this one traditional because I didn’t have my iPad with me, sorry if it looks a little messy and that it’s not in colour 😅.

Some basic info about Maram;

They’re genderfluid, and have no pronoun preference, but will make “did you just assume my gender???” jokes with people they’re close with.

Maram is a Djinn/Jinn, aka a genie. Since my take on genies is fae adjacent/are an offshoot of the fae species, genies live much longer. Maram’s actual age is unknown, but they would be considered 17 in “human” years so to speak.

I chose the name “Maram” because, from my research, it means “wish” or “desire” in Arabic which I thought was fitting for a genie! It’s also gender neutral which I thought fit for a genderfluid character

Someone on my Reddit post about genies in TWST had mentioned the idea that TWST!Genie was one of Jamil’s middle school friends and I’m rolling with it.

Maram is friends with both Jamil and Kalim. They met Jamil first and then met Kalim through Jamil. Jamil and Maram had a bit of a falling out before they moved on to high school and haven’t really hung out since.

Maram is also friends with Amir Ali (my TWST!Aladdin) and they hang out often when they’re not at school.

Maram’s personality is very similar to Genies in both the live-action and animated movies. They’re a fun-loving and loyal person. They can be a little bit of a prankster but their pranks are all in good fun and never cause harm. Maram is also very invested in pop culture and will make movie/TV show references all the time. They’re also the type to use humour to ease tension or comfort a friend.

Maram is also a sucker for romance novels and love stories. They’re often the ones Amir goes to for advice on how to impress TWST!Jasmine (I haven’t come up with a name for her yet :’D)

Because of Maram’s outgoing personality, they make friends rather quickly. However, they don’t throw around the term “best friend” willy-nilly; there are only a small handful of people Maram would consider their best friends.

In terms of overall appearance; Maram generally takes a more humanoid form to blend in better. Their appearance is similar to the live-action version of Genie in terms of skin tone and general hairstyle, same with their clothing colour palette.

Maram also loves to sing and dance, I think it’s one of the things they bonded over with Jamil originally. I also love the idea that Maram gets introduced to some of the other NRC characters through a fun little rendition of Arabian Nights (the 2019 version b/c I really like that one). Perhaps Maram was doing some kind of performance in the bazaar when the NRC group passed by or something.

Maram is claustrophobic and hates tight spaces; being at the bazaars when it is busy is not fun for them. They also hate guavas; Maram got sick after eating one once as a kid and developed a full-on food aversion to anything guava-related. They can’t eat or drink anything with guava, even the smell makes them gag 🤧

The info I have on genies as a species will be under the cut!

Like I said before, I’m still fleshing out genies as a species, but here is what I have in mind so far;

The real names for genies are Djinn or Jinn (depending on who you ask), though the term “Genie” became popular due to the Scalding Sands legend of the Beautiful Princess and the kindhearted thief (ie, the TWST tale of the Aladdin film) which used the word “genie” to describe the being that helped the thief. The Djinn don’t have a preference over what their species is called since it’s all relatively the same. I'm going to use "genie" for the sake of ease.

Genies are fae-like magical beings who have a wide variety of abilities. It’s said that they are notably skilled in conjugation and illusionary magic due to their “vivid imaginations”.

I imagine a genie's ability to shapeshift is similar to Lillia's ability to fly without a broom; it's a natural ability that doesn't require much magical energy.

Genies share a few physical traits with their fae cousins such as sharp nails, pointed ears, short fangs, and occasionally slit pupils. Genies can also sometimes show traits similar to scorpions, snakes, or lizards, though not ALL genies have these traits.

Genies can change their physical appearance to whatever they desire and not accumulate blot. There are rumours that genies have naturally colourful skin (ie. Pink or blue) but change their appearance to appear more human-like to blend in.

This is true of Maram, who has a naturally blue complexion but often changes their skin tone to match humans so they stand out less.

Genies live incredibly long lives, so it’s not uncommon for some to become sentimental and even take on traits of friends or loved ones that have since passed to stay connected to them.

While there are slight differences, Maram’s hair colour and the little fringe they have are reminiscent of Jamil’s. Even though they aren’t close anymore, Maram still values Jamil’s friendship and this is one way they feel connected to Jamil.

Genie magic is similar to fae magic with the strongest genies having magical powers similar in strength to Malleus or his grandmother.

When it comes to normal spell casting (think the conjuring spells Genie did on his own, separate from Aladdin's wishes in the movie), blot accumulation isn’t that different from the fae or even other mages. Genies are not “all-powerful” though they do tend to possess a lot more magical powers than humans or beastmen.

One difference, however, is that genies don’t rely on mage stones to deal with blot. They actually use a combination of their lamps and bracelets to cast magic and decrease blot.

The lamp is what accumulates blot - the more tarnished the lamp looks, the more blot there is - while they use their bracelets similar to how NRC students use their magical pens.

Genies almost ALWAYS have their lamps on them to keep them safe. The lamps are very important to them so if they lose them it can be terrible for the genie.

The lamps can also act as “recharge” stations of sorts, but only for the genie who’s connected to the lamp. Maram cannot enter another genie's lamp to recharge their magic or diminish their blot and vice versa. They can only use their own lamp.

Now this is where I don’t have everything completely fleshed out; schooling and the three wishes idea.

I mentioned in my discussion post on genies in TWST, but how would their schooling work? Part of me thinks that genies wouldn’t attend normal mage schools like NRC or RSA. Their magic is different enough that it's easier to learn from other genies.

This is particularly true when it’s taken into consideration that they use lamps and bracelets to cast magic and monitor blot rather than mage stones and magical pens.

I think perhaps young genies start schooling when their powers start getting stronger. This is also when they would first receive their lamp and bracelets. Though this concept is open to change, I don’t have much figured out yet.

For the wishes things; I have this idea that genies can access more powerful magic through the use of their lamps. This would be something unique to genies and would be similar to a mage's unique magic. Genies refer to this magic as “wishes”

I mentioned earlier that genies aren’t all-powerful, normally. This magic they can access through their lamps, however, is a lot closer to “all-powerful” than their normal magical powers. However, because of the strength of these spells, it’s easy to overblot.

This is kind of why there’s the “three wishes” rule; typically it takes three wishes to reach the stopping point of build-up up, any more and overblot is likely to happen.

The thing I don’t have figured out is how to tie in the classic “the master rubs the lamp and makes a wish” troupe to this. I think that having a “master” (ie. Someone that is not a genie) being a requirement to access this power helps to make it less overpowering.

It would mean the genie has to find someone they trust with their lamp to be able to access more powerful spells. I just don’t have the specifics figured out yet.

I do think it would be funny if Maram tried to play off this ability as their unique magic by calling it “Friend like me” or something. That or maybe some younger genies think it would be cool to give this power a name or something like other mages. Idk, it’s just a silly little hc of mine.

This is all I have figured out so far! Like I said I’m open to ideas or suggestions because this seems like such a fun and vast topic to me! This is just my take on genies and isn’t anything set in stone 100%. I tried to stick close to the movies while also fitting it into the Twisted Wonderland lore without it being over powered. I have a tendency to try and balance out seemingly over powered abilities with really specific limitations and/or drawbacks.

Let me know if anyone would want to see a proper info card for Maram!

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twst #twisted wonderland #aladdin #genie aladdin #TWST!Genie #genie oc #Maram Grant #TWST genie concept #my art #traditional art #traditional drawing #Maram my beloved #this is the result of 1 am Reddit discussions #the person i was talking to about this was super sweet btw #Maram would totally pull a Chenya and just randomly pop up at NRC to see Kalim 🤧 #Maram and Jamil's relationship is 100% platonic btw

[daddy-ul]

#question tuesday #(i know it's Monday. but this is tumblr) #metallica #fuel #(d)jinn all'opera #song related #I AM GOOD I AM FINE I JUST NEED TO BOUNCE OFF THE WALL FOR AN HOUR OR TWO #if you've listened to fuel live... u know what i mean

[liketwoswansinbalance]

A Ramble

The idea of a Black Swan event in relation to Rise’s ending is so poetic. Because, the ending and revelation are unforeseen like a black swan once was.

Also, from the iconic Rock Scene, the creation of the symbol, their School crest, was perfect! The duality. It was just purely beautiful and fascinating. And, the concept was so clever! I was so ridiculously proud of Rafal then!

And, that reminds me of something from an interview from the bonus content at the back of book 1 where Soman said he liked to ask which is more beautiful: the black swan or the white swan? The white swan is classic, like Good. But, the black swan is rare and mysterious. So, is it beautiful as well, or is the white swan more beautiful because it represents the standard of beauty? Is it more beautiful to fit an ideal, or to be uncommon and thus beautiful because of that quality? It was an interesting line of thought as it reminded me of Rise’s plot twist.

The prose in the final scenes was beautiful, if I recall correctly. I love the comparison of Rafal being summoned by Rhian "like a genie out of the bottle." (This is paraphrasing.) This brings up the idea of opening a can of worms. They can't be replaced. The truth is out. It’s like a Pandora’s Box, or the invention of the atomic bomb that transformed modern warfare. There’s no going back from that. You regret you ever probed further and made the decision to open it. But, it's too late and always will be. It's an incredible discovery, yes, but so damaging to the world.

We’ve already seen Aladdin’s sinister genie, and originally, the concept of genies (the jinn) was that they were evil spirits, demons, known to have a reputation for manipulation, mischief, and malevolence. I wonder if a genie related to the monkey’s paw idea will possess one of the brothers in Fall?

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Context and other resonant ideas:

"While jinn could be known to be friendly, or at least reclusive, the beings also have vampiric abilities. In addition to absorbing the essence of food, or eating while in human form, they derive nourishment by sucking energy from living things. That can include draining a human soul. According to lore, some jinn want to do their own thing, and have no interest in humans. Others get their kicks by hanging around humans. But it can be dicey to be around a jinn considering some want to toy with us, and choose to torment us or exact revenge for being cast out. They are also said to be able to bring about illness and bad luck. 'While some through the ages have tried to bargain with them, to do so is always a dangerous gamble since they are notorious tricksters who, for the most part, do not like humans,’ said Weatherly. ‘They can dwell in abandoned buildings, in the deserts and forests, even in rocks, statues, jewelry and other physical items'" ("A History of Genies in Folklore and Pop Culture").

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"A Black Swan event is an event in human history that was unprecedented and unexpected at the point in time it occurred. However, after evaluating the surrounding context, domain experts (and in some cases even laymen) can usually conclude: 'it was bound to happen.'" ("What are Black Swan events?").

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"black swan event, high-impact event that is difficult to predict under normal circumstances but that in retrospect appears to have been inevitable. A black swan event is unexpected and therefore difficult to prepare for but is often rationalized with the benefit of hindsight as having been unavoidable.

"[...] All swans were presumed to be white because all historical records of swans showed them with white feathers. The term black swan was thus used to describe any impossible event or circumstance. But in 1697 the Dutch explorer Willem de Vlamingh encountered swans with dark plumage in Australia, a land largely unexplored by Europeans at that time. The black swan thus came to be a metaphor for the reality that just because something has not happened does not mean that it cannot occur in the future. The metaphor is analogous to the fragility of any system of thought and a testament to the fallacy of assumption. A set of conclusions can be undone once any of its fundamentals is proved false. In this case, the observation of a single black swan negated the long-held presumption about the species. Any logic that followed the assumption that swans must be white was also invalidated by the discovery.

"[...] while human beings are good at turning environmental stimuli into meaningful information, they tend to be narrow-minded in their beliefs about the world. Being dogmatic about beliefs makes humans blind to concepts that fall outside what is accepted as true. This creates a vulnerability to surprise events called black swans, which necessitate a change in worldview" (Encyclopaedia Britannica).

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What an understatement. I'm sure the brothers will have to do more than just change their worldviews. Their world and potentially every perception they've ever had has been turned upside-down. And, their fallacy of assumption about their souls—it could all be construed as the Storian's fault for not correcting them.

#school for good and evil #rise of the school for good and evil #rafal #rafal mistral #sge #sfgae #the school for good and evil #tsfgae #rotsge #rotsfgae #rhian #rhian mistral #swan #swans #aladdin #genie #genies #jinn #the jinn #my post #my predictions #my theories #my analysis

[servampaddict]

Pandora

i'm sooo sorry for not posting anything recently, I have been really busy, I still haven't had time to write about ch 131 but I Will try to do it asap

There is a Greek myth about a woman named Pandora who was created by the gods. The gods were planning to use Pandora as a form of punishment towards Prometheus who gave humankind fire. During the creation of Pandora each of the gods gave her something, and they also made her very curious. The gods gave her a box and told her that under no circumstances she must never open the box, but being made to be curious, she did and inside were disease, war, hunger ,ECT. She managed to shut the box but all that remained was hope.You probably are wondering how this relates to servamp right? With the translations of ch 130 out, and knowing how strike has references to other story's I have came up with three random theories of how these relate. First as shown in the past using the Pandora wrecks havoc where ever it goes, similar to how if Pandora from the Greek myth were to open the box terrible things would be released. Next the box should never be opened ever, which I think means that the Pandora should never be used, even if it seems kind to bring someone back to life. (someone like kuro who had a whole life ahead of him) Last and probably the most complicated, once the Pandora goes through the gate I believe that hope is returned to the vessel in the form of the demon(core), so that the soul get to hope again and have another future.

I think the vessel,blood and spirit also play a part in this. The vessel already exists, but the blood no longer gives life, and the spirit has left the body after death, as explained by tsubaki when asking kuro if he would save mahiru's uncle. I think that the jinn and the blood become one to give the body life, and the demon brings the spirit back to vessel and then the jinn is sealed Inside, that's why the servamps still have there old memories they still have there souls.I believe that the whole process of creating a servamp is pulled off by the sake of hope the only thing left inside of Pandora's box. I see the Pandora as the one collecting the jinn and once it's through the gate it the demon and the soul are put back by the that tiny skeleton thing and the thing on the counts necklace. I also see this whole concept of hope is also pointing towards the demon.The sins have always been hated I wonder if it was hope for the demon to be accepted as well as for the dead.One thing completely unrelated did the count discover this or did someone teach him? Were there any failures before kuro? Why (besides he didn't like death)? What is his goal? Everything about the count is mystery.(and my writing to lol)

#servamp #servamp kuro #i’m sry #The count is so confusing

[hellotherekenobi]

LOVE ME AND MEND

01. THE EXPOSITION

Chapter Summary: Qui-Gon Jinn and his men have arrived on Naboo for rest, encouraging the adoration between two lovebirds. But a love is also there between two rivals, and Qui-Gon conducts a plan.

Word Count: 8.6k

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this and though I tried to modernize the dialogue, it still came out fancy. I hope you enjoy reading it! <3

Index: Next Chapter. Masterlist.

On a sunny afternoon on Naboo, the wind blows gently and coolly for the group sprawled out on the grass, enjoying the sunshine. The four are a close-knitted bunch, some by blood, spending time together on a picnic. One which you are more than delighted to enjoy.

This time of year is always special as it brings life to so many things; the people, the earth, and harmony itself. There’s a sweet-tasting promise of a delightful time that is soon to come with the start of a lustrous spring.

Each springtime is spent in the lake district where you and your family currently relax on the nearby hills. Your cousin, Padmé, is a much-beloved lady not only in these parts but in each province that she visits. Her handmaiden, Sabé, is a devoted and cherished member of the family, though not related by birth. And your uncle, Ruwee Naberrie, is a respected man who has the sincerity of the Republic brigade.

But it is known by many that the wind can bring distasteful company and that of which is found out through a letter whom the messenger of Naboo runs into the hillside to tell, exasperated and quite spritely, too.

“I have a letter stating that Qui-Gon Jinn comes to Naboo this evening,” he says, eliciting happy responses from those serene on the grass.

Truthfully, this is a merry privilege to hear—especially with the ongoing war, which means he is seeking rest within the district—but with him come many others. His squadron, most definitely, and if odds were fortunate on their end, a certain officer is amongst them.

“What pleasant news,” Ruwee smiles, patting the messenger on his shoulder. “That he chooses our district in favor of others.”

The messenger nods, seemingly still catching his breath.

“He is very near. By the time I received the letter, he had arrived by port.”

Leave it to on-foot couriers to delay the arrival of messages. The war surely has an impact on that as well.

“How many men arrive with him?” Ruwee asks.

“All of his battalion.”

“That is good news. He is a very impressive Jedi Master to bring back the full of his soldiers.”

The whole of his battalion can only mean that you’ll be seeing the face of a man who, since you were a teenager, have sworn to loathe with every fiber of your being. He, in turn, has sworn just the same, which doesn’t thrill you in the slightest to meet with him.

Ruwee is clearly more content than you, speaking to the messenger with many intent questions.

“I hear that Qui-Gon Jinn has much favor toward a young Anakin Skywalker?”

“Yes, he has fought with bravery and endurance for his part.”

“I ask,” you pipe up, waving a finger for attention, “is the Grand Negotiator with the fleet?”

The messenger looks confused, furrowing his eyebrows. “I don’t know of anyone by that title.”

“My cousin means Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi,” says Padmé, smiling with a shake of her head.

“Ah,” he chuckles. “Yes, he is with them and as pleasant as he ever was.”

“Pleasant, no,” you shake your head. “Though, he may say otherwise.”

Ruwee scoffs, wagging a finger at you in that humorous but protesting way all parents do.

“By faith, niece,” he says, “you mock Kenobi too much. Please, try to be civil when he arrives.”

“I’m not sure I can be amongst such a company, uncle.”

He sighs once more, rolling his eyes up at the sky. Most likely praying that you’ll end the torture for him alone since he’s been an audience to many sarcastic remarks over the years.

“Kenobi has done good service in this war, lady,” the messenger speaks, somewhat with a protruding chest.

A smile you show him, nodding in a way to tell him that you know of such service. There have been many reports of his legendary swordsmanship and force-sensitive power, bewitching the Grand Army of the Republic to promote his status onto the Jedi High Council.

The letter he had written to your uncle to tell of the news was very flamboyant and boastful. When word had reached you, now a few years ago, you had rolled your eyes.

“Yes,” you say. “It seems he has the stomach for it.”

“And a good soldier too, lady.”

“And a good soldier to a lady,” you grin, especially at the hand Padmé slaps against your arm. “But what is he to a master?”

“A general to a master,” he says, waving his hand in an elaborative gesture. “But he is a man of honorable virtues.”

“More so an honorable vexing.”

“Do not mistake my niece,” Ruwee intervenes. “There is a merry war between her and Kenobi. It’s been that way since they were children.”

“And still his taunts are childlike,” you say. “I hope he is not the same in the war.”

With a nudge to your shoulder from Padmé, you beam with delight at her chuckles along with Sabé who passes you a grape from the food laid out on the picnic cloth in an effort to stop your talking.

Before you take a bite, you point over at the messenger as if a new idea has sprung to mind.

“Who is his padawan now? He has a new sworn brother every month.”

“I see, lady, that the gentleman is not to your liking,” speaks the messenger.

“No, and he never will be. Yet, he has a way with the soldiers that they seem to adore him. So, which young man will follow with him to the Separatists?”

“He is most in the company of the young Skywalker.”

Though you had asked, the answer does not come as a surprise to you. He and Kenobi have been like brothers since they first met. It’s endearing, though you’d never say it aloud.

“Perhaps he has a favorite,” you grin. “It seems you cannot have one without the other; Kenobi and Skywalker. Pray his wits still be with him by his lengthy companionship.”

The messenger smiles. “I will stay friends with you, lady.”

“Oh, do,” you nod, throwing the grape in your hand to him, which he catches.

“Look!” Shouts Sabé, pointing off the hillside to where troop soldiers are walking toward the sanctuary. “Qui-Gon Jinn and his men!”

“We must go and greet them,” Ruwee says, gesturing for the picnic to be packed up.

You grin shortly at what you can see of Jinn’s troop, wondering if perhaps even at this distance you can make out who of them is Kenobi. Whichever man aggravates you to look at, that will be him.

“Come now,” Padmé grabs your arm. “I am sure he’s missed you.”

“As much as I have missed the target to aim my blows at,”

With another chuckle, Padmé tugs you along with her after packing the food back into the picnic basket. She runs with you down the hill, all the while laughing like the two of you are frolicking younglings. Sabé is close behind with your uncle, having sent the messenger off.

The château is quite large, extending around the hills, surrounded by grass and lake water. It’s the perfect hideaway when one needs rest, though you know not much resting will be done during the spring with the festival of Glad Arrival upcoming.

Seeing as Jinn and his men have arrived today, you’re sure your uncle will make arrangements for the festival to be undertaken as soon as possible.

It’s refreshing to know how high-spirited your family is. There is never room for a dull moment with them. Padmé especially as she’s a pleasant conversationalist who can bring out the fun in anyone, even those seemingly as stone-cold as a pillar.

Understandably, she’s eager to meet with Anakin. The pair have been lovebirds since before you can remember, though they think they’re rather good at hiding it. You know your cousin well enough to tell when she’s in love, so it’s never been a secret to you.

Being Jedi, Anakin and the others aren’t allowed to form attachments. From what you know of the Order, which is little, they’re allowed to fraternize and have their fun, but never to settle down. With the war ever-growing, the Republic cannot afford to lose any soldiers.

Padmé had wondered once if when the war ends, Anakin will ask for her hand. But you had told her that he’s never been one to follow the rules, so if his affections are true then she’s sure to be married within the year.

By the time you all reach the courtyard, the Republic troops have already made their way past the entrance and meet you in the middle; your family on one side and they on the other. For a moment, there is silence. Then Ruwee gestures for everyone to greet them, so you all do so with a bow.

“Good sir Naberrie, I apologize for troubling you on short notice.” Qui-Gon Jinn says, offering a gentle smile to you and your family.

“No trouble at all,” Ruwee replies. “We are most delighted to be in the pleasure of your company.”

Sir Jinn is very tall with square shoulders and hair that reaches past that point. It’s always been fascinating to think that he can fight with his hair down like that and, unquestionably, he is a truly handsome man. One who is also polite and charming, it’s a wonder why he’s not wooed a lady thus far.

You know it, much like others, that he can win the favor of a partner effortlessly. You do so enjoy receiving his letters.

Jinn glimpses at Padmé who smiles seven times her usual smile, stepping into Ruwee’s outstretched arm.

“It’s been far too long, my lady,” he steps forward, taking her hand in his and pressing his lips to her knuckles.

“Sir Jinn, it’s a pleasure to see you again.”

The last time he had been on Naboo, Padmé was only fourteen years old. Though you were older, it does feel like such a faraway time. Since then, the only correspondence you had with him and his battalion came in the form of letters.

Some of them were pleasant and others weren’t as much, only because of the man who had penned the words. Bickering through papers seems rather foolish, but you will silently admit that the fun never ceased in your ribbing with Kenobi. You still have a letter or two under your pillow.

“Do you not think she is charming?” Jinn asks, turning behind him.

It’s unclear which of his men he’s speaking to, but the man who replies is bearded with carelessly swept hair, though it’s evident it was at one point combed over, and whom you know extremely well.

“With every spring she indeed blossoms,” says Kenobi. “Say, sir Naberrie, how can you hide such a flower?”

“Believe me, she is not hidden,” Ruwee snickers. “Padmé travels more than any of us. Besides, you’ve known her since childhood.”

“A memory I do cherish.”

What a charmer. What a scoundrel. Obi-Wan Kenobi has always been a proud flirt. You should know as you were also part of that childhood. He first arrived with his master and though the intention of their stay was to protect your family, the two of you never got along.

He had flirted and you had rejected his advances, birthing an exceptional relationship of endless insults and teasings. No one speaks to you the way he does and you should behave the same, but you’ve always spoken your mind.

After so many years of not seeing him in the flesh, you wonder how this will go.

Ruwee is more focused on news, it seems.

“How goes the war?”

“As hematic as it first began, but easing its muscle. We’ve progressed further than we ever have. There is one tale of which we were settled on Tatooine, cornered by the Tusken Raiders, and seemingly no way out. Yet, I drew my saber with heroism—”

“Will your talking ever cease, Sir Kenobi?” You say with exasperation.

He turns to look at you like this is the first he’s ever seen you, acting surprised as if you have not been standing here the whole time. Without a doubt, he’s already acknowledged your presence as you had caught him eyeing you from behind his master.

“Ah, my dear Lady Disdain! Still as sprightly as I remember.”

“Trust me, my disdain is quite sprightly in your company.”

“Disdain me?” He slaps a theatrical hand to his chest. “Impossible. I am loved by all ladies, except you. Though by that I am not perturbed for in return I love none.”

“A dear happiness for women, or else they would be swaddled by your affections.”

More like inflictions, though you haven’t a way to phrase that properly enough to embarrass him. How he intrigues women, you’ll never know.

Kenobi grins. “And you, my lady?”

“I would rather hear a Reek growl than a man tell me he loves me.”

“We do hope that you keep that thinking, less we want a scratched face.”

“A scratch could not do it worse and with such a face as yours.”

Padmé and Sabé chuckle, covering their mouths. In turn, Qui-Gon Jinn and his men laugh, enjoying the battle of wits.

“Your voice is like a Pelikki,” Kenobi whines, showing that childlike demeanor that you know so well.

“Better a bird of my tongue than a beast of yours.”

“If only my Eopie had your wit,” he waves a hand in your direction, smiling along with the men who snicker at his comment. “With that, I am done.”

A small change in him, you find, with the way he ends the conversation there. When he was younger, much like you, he’d battle with you for hours. Maybe it’s true what they say about war changing a man, but in any case, he’s still the pesky Jedi who resolves to have the final word.

“He says such harsh words to you,” Sabé says, holding onto your shoulder and speaking into your ear.

Though you stare at Kenobi’s proud walking, you tell her, “He always ends with a quip. I know him of old.”

To you, he’ll always be that young boy trying so hard to impress his master and impress anyone he spoke with. On some occasions, you miss the padawan braid he once had. If anything because you miss tugging at it to annoy him.

Fortunately for you, all of his remarks you don’t take to heart. Maker knows he doesn’t have one. In fact, you believe the inside of his chest is hollow. Knock against it and you’ll hear an echo in reply.

“How long will you stay with us?” Ruwee asks.

Jinn, who for a moment is caught up in his whispers to Kenobi, respectfully brings his attention back to your uncle.

“A month, if we may?”

“That is perfectly acceptable.”

“Good. You remember my men?” Jinn turns around, directing a hand at the two behind him. “Anakin Skywalker and Maul.”

The first man, Anakin, is tall and blonde. Not as blonde as you remember, seeing as he also was a child when you first met. The other man, Maul, however, is a lean Dathomirian with striking features. He had joined Jinn’s troop a month after his last visit, so you’ve only known him through the letters Jinn writes to your uncle.

“Welcome, both of you,” Ruwee shakes their hand.

Maul, with a baritone voice, speaks, “Thank you for your hospitality. I am not a man of many words, but I thank you.”

“Well, come inside. We’ll arrange refreshments for you.”

As the troop walks on, led by Ruwee and his family, Anakin catches Obi-Wan by the arm, pulling him back so that the two of them remain in the courtyard privately.

“Padmé has grown, don’t you think?” He asks.

Obi-Wan sways his head. “Well, I won’t deny her appearance. Why do you ask?”

“I swear, she’s an angel. Even more beautiful than the last time I saw her.”

“An angel, I agree. If her cousin weren’t so aggravating, I could say the same, but you don’t intend on buying her, do you?”

“Can the world buy such a jewel?”

With Anakin’s dreamlike gaze at the clouds, Obi-Wan grabs him by the tunic, snapping him to attention.

“You have no intention of becoming a husband, I hope.”

“Well, if she would be my wife—”

“Oh, my pupil, I cannot believe this,” Obi-Wan cries. “You know as well as I do that Jedi don’t form attachments. Be with a lady, fine, but love a lady? Anakin, you are out of your mind.”

Smelting with the outburst, Qui-Gon Jinn returns, walking into the courtyard with both hands on his hips like a disapproving father.

“What’s going on here?” He asks. “Sir Naberrie has set out lunch for us. Don’t keep him waiting.”

“Master, I wish it were not true but he is in love,” Obi-Wan says, pointing a finger at Anakin who stands there sheepishly. “And with who? Sir Naberrie’s daughter, Padmé.”

“Is this true?” Jinn looks at Anakin.

He stands there rubbing his hands for a moment before seemingly caving into the question, nodding his head hurriedly as he approaches him.

“Yes, I love her, master,” he says. “I’ve known it from when we were children and seeing her now has only made me more sure.”

Obi-Wan scoffs, walking up beside the two men.

“It is pitiful,”

“I think not,” Jinn says, squeezing Anakin’s shoulder. “It is good that you love her.”

“What?” Obi-Wan shouts, spinning on his heel when his master doesn’t regard his outburst.

Admittedly, his master has never been a true stickler to the Code of the Jedi—instead behaving in a rather grey way—but to think that he can accept Anakin’s feelings so briskly heaps fiery coals upon his head.

Especially as his two comrades seem to ignore him, encouraging each other with enthusiastic words.

“Love is a beautiful thing, Anakin,” Jinn says. “There will be many wars, but time is better spent in the company of someone you love.”

“I cannot believe that I have your approval,” Anakin says with a smile, something which shines brighter than the twin suns of Tatooine.

“Neither can I!” Obi-Wan yaps, approaching them again. “Master, if Anakin marries Padmé then we will lose a soldier.”

“But not lose the war,” Jinn says. “Padmé is worthy of Anakin’s love.”

With a grumble, Obi-Wan buries his face in his hands. Having spent so much time in the war with Anakin and his master, he thought it would be the three of them for a long time, not that one of them would run off and play husband.

Never has he ever looked at a lady with that type of interest. Well, he did once but that was a long time ago and the rejection only proved to Kenobi that love is a foolhardy thing, not something you can devote your passions to.

His passions are better directed at the war, though he will admit that a fling every now and then is not always dismissed by him.

Anakin chuckles, watching the man in distress. “You’re a heretic, Obi-Wan.”

“The fact that I was conceived by a woman, I thank her,” he says. “But that I fall on my knees for a woman? You will never see the day.”

“With a man of your sentiments,” Jinn shakes his head. “I am sure I will see you fall in love one of these days.”

“Never. I would rather fall into a nest of Gundarks.”

“You’ve already done that, master.” Anakin chuckles.

Sighing something agitated, Obi-Wan walks out of the courtyard, waving a hand behind him. To feed his temper with lunch, most likely. Anakin watches him leave, smiling with glee over the apparent tantrum.

“With how he flirts with all women,” he says, “you’d think he’d want a companion.”

Jinn smiles at Anakin. “You love Padmé so much that you will ask for her hand?”

“Oh, if only I had the courage,”

“Fear not, my young padawan, I can speak on your behalf to her father. He has arranged for the springtime festival to begin tonight. There I will win Padmé’s hand for you.”

“Really, that will ease my agony. Thank you.”

Wrapping an arm around him, Jinn walks with Anakin out of the courtyard to join the rest for an afternoon meal, knowing that there is much to prepare for in the evening.

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The festival of Glad Arrival spans many days, even weeks depending on the excitement. Hosted within the meadows, dancing and music and pageants are arranged for everyone’s enjoyment.

It’s what makes springtime a lovely season here on Naboo. The three months are joyful and glamorous, inviting many from different planets to join in on the festivities hosted by your uncle. It’s also a great legislative opportunity for the councils cooperating with the Jedi.

The longest festival you’ve attended was carried out for three weeks, but with the arrangement for Jinn and his men to stay a month, you have a feeling your uncle will keep the festivities going for as long as their stay.

Many are already dancing excitedly when you arrive with Padmé and Sabé attached to her arm, all looking out at the various people in their colorful attire and handmade masks. It looks like a sea of butterflies, bringing a wide smile to your cheeks.

Ruwee is the first to approach you three with the same number of masks in his hands. He shakes them in front of you all like he’s ridding them of dust.

“Take one!” He beams. “Rabé and the other handmaidens worked hard to make them.”

“They’re lovely,” Padmé smiles, choosing the red and gold mask with glitter beads.

Sabé takes the black and red mask with gold trimmings, leaving you with the purple and black mask with a gold rim. She’s soon swept away by Padmé who’s eager to join the dancing circle.

Truly, your favorite part of the festival is the dancing. You get to meet so many people this way and also know who can keep a rhythm and who can’t. Once, you had joked with your cousin that acquiring a husband for yourself can be done through dancing, as long as he leads you well. When she had asked if there were any suitors worthy, you had said you would die spouseless.

Before you can even attempt to put on your mask, someone taps you on the shoulder and you widen your eyes in wonderment at the person wearing the blue mask with a synthetic braid attached to its right side.

“I know you,” they say. “You’re the lady of ‘Hundred Merry Tales,’”

Furrowing your brows, you look at them oddly. “I don’t go by that title.”

“But the fellow told me you speak like a Pelikki and, sure enough, you sound it.”

What horrible words! If you hadn’t heard the same thing this afternoon, you would use your mask as a weapon to beat them with.

“Who told you this?” You ask, chin raised. “Which fellow?”

“No, I shouldn’t tell.”

“Then tell me who you are.”

“That I also cannot do.”

This conversation is as difficult as the person conducting it. They’re being awfully stubborn, especially after being so awfully rude.

“To say I sound like an aquatic bird, this must have been Kenobi.” You mutter, hitting your mask against your thigh as if you’ve come to a revelation.

“Who’s he?” The person asks.

For yet another time, you look at them strangely. Everyone in Naboo—and nearly everyone in the galaxy—knows of General Obi-Wan Kenobi. He’s feared and loved and you think that after he passes, his legacy will live on.

If you could get your hands on that legacy, you’d ruin it with mischievous glee.

“You don’t know Sir Kenobi?” You ask.

The person shakes their head. “I’ve never had the honor,”

“Oh, it’s not an honor to know him, I assure you. Rather a dishonor.”

“Really? Yet, I do not know him.”

“He’s Qui-Gon Jinn’s jester, a very dull fool. His only gift is in negotiations since he speaks without prompt much like a Gungan. Really, he is more horrible than words I could list.”

“Well,” the person rolls back their shoulders. “If I see him, I’ll be sure to tell him what you say.”

“Do,” you grin, eager to hear from him if word travels. “He’ll most likely compare me also.”

After such a short quarrel this afternoon, you’re left hungry for a better argument. Kenobi has it in him to be spirited, this you know from experience, and so as much as you would rather spend time in the company of anyone else, his scrutiny you are curious of.

If he can live up to the words he’s written you before, then you’re in for an exciting match. Though, honestly, you want to see if he came up with all those quips himself or if he had help.

With that, your name is called from the swell of dancing people and out pokes Padmé’s head. Her hand, too, which she waves at you eagerly.

“I am being summoned,” you chuckle. “Enjoy your evening.”

“And yours, too.” They reply.

When you run to meet your cousin for a dance, Obi-Wan rips off his blue mask and moans with annoyance.

“To think she cannot tell it’s me!” He complains, shaking his head. “And to say that I am my master’s jester… how insulting.”

Assaulted by fire, he has before; your fire, which blazes from your tongue in an agitated temperament. He has never heard a lady speak as you do, thinking that it is preposterous that maiden could ever be so devilish.

But he knows it well, as much as he knows your derisions, that you are exclusive to the nature of femininity. By faith, the only poor sap that could ever marry you will have to be both blind and deaf, and for him, he prays.

Too caught up in his own grumbling, he doesn’t notice the two men in masks approaching him until they catch his shoulder—one in a beige mask with golden specks and the other wearing a vibrant green mask with multiple dangling fringes.

“Why so sad, Sir Kenobi?” The beige masked man asks.

“Sad?” He scoffs. “This is not sadness. I am irate.”

“Whatever for?”

“An old thorn continues to prick me,”

Both figures give each other a glance before laughing aloud, causing Kenobi to look at them with furrowed brows.

“Oh, come now,” the green one says. “Enjoy the festival.”

“Yes—” the other dips to the side, grabbing a cup of wine from a passing server. “Drink up!”

Kenobi takes the cup without another warning, not needing to be told twice whilst in such a bothersome state, drinking at first a little of the wine before making a sound at how pungent it is. Naboo wine is known for its bitterness and astringent flavor and honestly, he’s never been a devoted fan.

Though, when he thinks about the teasing he underwent, he scowls the whole cup, wiping his beard with the back of his hand and seeks out another. He will leave this festival drowsy if it means he can enjoy some thought not infected by you.

As soon as he skulks away, the two figures lift up their masks and laugh once again at their dejected comrade.

“He is surely vexed,” Anakin chuckles.

“Yes, and we can assume by whom. But look—” Qui-Gon points at the crowd of dancing people, where two ladies exit. “There is Padmé and her handmaiden. I will speak with her now on your behalf.”

“Thank you, master,”

Jinn pats Anakin on the back, bringing down his green mask to cover his face as he makes his way over to Padmé, speaking words Anakin cannot hear but must be effective as they walk off alone, her handmaiden diving back into the dance.

If Anakin were not as intent on the hopeful prospect of his master’s proposition to Padmé, he would very well be dancing with the others. However, he sits at a distance and watches, holding his hands tightly in anxious anticipation.

The dancers have fun twirling and skipping to the epic Symponik melody performed earnestly by the Gungans commemorating the festival. It’s an honor that they have composed such a piece for this celebration and it is certain that it will never be forgotten.

Sabé knocks into your shoulder when she re-joins the crowd, but you merely laugh at it, taking her hand and spinning each other around with a flourish. Another hand slips into your free one and you see that it’s Ruwee who smiles brightly.

“Uncle,” you speak, “when are Jinn and his men joining us? I’ve not seen them tonight.”

“They’re already here,” he shakes his head, a gentle gesture.

“They are?”

“You’re deceived by their masks. Speaking of, why aren’t you wearing yours?”

With a playful roll of your eyes, you tie the mask around your head, covering your face. Ruwee seems pleased by this and ventures off, leaving you alone when you see that Sabé is dancing with a partner.

So, Kenobi is already here? You wonder what mask he’s wearing. You have a feeling it will be as pompous as his personality. Yet, it doesn’t seem to be the case when you watch him stumble into the circle of dancing people, clearly swayed by alcohol, and with no mask on his face.

He knocks into one person who thinks it fun and pushes him back, only for him to trip over his own footing and collide with you. Fortunately for him, you manage to catch him in your arms. Unfortunately for you, however, since you’d much rather see him fall.

“A drunk dancer is said to follow the rhythm unusually well,” you say, tugging him up so that he’s no longer bent over. “But it seems you prove that theory false,”

Kenobi grumbles. “I fight better than I dance.”

Really, you think the two activities would look very much the same by his hand. Even when you were children, he always had a horrible rhythm. How he even became a Jedi, you have no idea.

With his slurring words, you can only imagine how many cups he’s downed already. A factor you are impressed by is his mastery over liquor in comparison to some—yes, the reckless Skywalker is known for being a lightweight—as you had once, a long time ago, scowled back many Jawa Juices with Kenobi.

“Then you should move out of the circle,” you tell him.

He looks around for a moment, taking in how everyone dances around you both and seemingly registers precisely where he’s standing. But whatever he thinks, he makes up his mind rather quickly for someone who’s as drunk as him.

“Ah, come, lady, dance with me.”

You stare at him shell-shocked. “You want to dance with me?”

“Of course,” he smiles. “Though I cannot see your face, I can tell you are a rare beauty.”

It comes back to you now that you’re not wearing your mask and that the man in front of you has no clue who you are. Hearing him say such sweet things to you is enough to act as a purgative, but there’s a part of you that doesn’t dare turn down this offer, hoping you can gain some ammunition to fire at him tomorrow.

“Lead me well,” you tell him, offering your arm.

He smiles giddy with wine-stained lips, securing your arm in his and guiding you around the circle, though a bit bumpy as he’s nearly frolicking the entire way. In fact, you’re the one who ends up leading as he can’t direct even his own step.

What a night this is turning out to be.

Outside the circle, Anakin watches from afar how Qui-Gon speaks to Padmé. She’s smiling happily as he does his talking and Anakin can only pray to the former Jedi Masters that she will accept his proposal.

He’s always been a bashful romantic, even more so with the woman he’s known since he was young and younger than her, too. She’s always treated him sweetly and they would spend many times hidden away together before he became a Jedi General.

In those moments, so quiet and peaceful for only the two of them, he quickly fell in love with her. When the war grew intense and he was sent away with the Republic Army, it was the thought of her that helped him persevere.

Seeing her again and how beautiful she continues to become, he’s certain that his heart is made for her and her alone.

As he watches Jinn speak for him, in swoops Maul, a hand attacking Anakin’s shoulder as he steps beside him. The mask that hangs from his neck is not a good disguise at all as it’s painted black with aurelian markings.

“Why so intent on our master and Sir Nabriee’s daughter?” He asks.

Anakin curves his lips some, feeling embarrassed. He could speak about what his master is doing for him, but the mere thought of explaining and it failing makes him hesitant.

“It’s nothing,”

Maul goggles at his comrade, sitting down beside him with his hand still on Anakin’s shoulder.

“Don’t you think he’s awfully close with her?”

Turning his head to see them again, Anakin watches as Qui-Gon takes Padmé’s hand. Immediately, doubts begin to bubble in his stomach. She’s smiling and he’s merry, her mask dangling from her fingers. But this is all in his name… at least, that’s what was promised.

“See how he holds her hand?” Maul says. “If I were blind, I would say he’s being a gentleman, but my eyes tell me he’s doted upon her.”

“Are you sure?”

“When I passed by them, I heard him swear his affection.”

Anakin spins around. “Perhaps you misinterpreted his words?”

“I have no doubt. He swore he would marry her tonight.”

The sentence inflicts pain on Anakin like venom injected into his veins. It seems impossible and yet here Maul tells him that it’s true. To think that he would be allowed to love whilst being a Jedi seems a rather foolish thought now.

As Maul walks away, Anakin frowns at the scene of Qui-Gon raising his mask and kissing Padmé’s hand, and he feels filled with anger, eyes ablaze at watching his master betray him.

To think that he could trust him with something as delicate as his heart. Clearly, his master is only seeking out that of his own heart, since Padmé seems ever so eager when he’s revealed to her.

Throwing his mask to the dirt, he turns hotly on his heel and marches away.

Finishing his third and final dance of the night, Obi-Wan sways, chipper on wine and song, and kisses the knuckles of the lady he was dancing with, bidding her a good night. If he weren’t feeling so intoxicated, he would have invited her to his bed-chamber, but as much as he would never coax a drunken woman, he would never bed while under the influence.

As he stumbles away, slightly dizzy from all the spinning, he spots his padawan away from the festivity and approaches him.

“What are you doing over here?” He asks. “I thought you would have been swooning over Padmé,”

Anakin huffs, both hands on his hips. “It seems like Sir Jinn is the one swooning on Padmé,”

He waves a hand in the direction where the two of them stand, her smile still wide as he keeps a hold of her hand. Obi-Wan follows Anakin’s pointed finger to squint at the pair, examining the scene.

“She seems happy.”

“Master!” Anakin whines.

“What?” He shrugs his shoulders, unsure of why Anakin is so unhappy. “Did you not tell me this afternoon that he would get her goodwill?”

If anyone should be displeased by the plan in motion, it should be him. Yet, Obi-Wan talks with Anakin on the matter, trying to gain a grasp of his padawan’s emotions. Having drunk so much, his ability with the force is not as strong as it usually is, so he must rely on truths.

That is if Anakin will speak them. At the moment, he’s chatting vigorously, jumping from one matter to the next, and Obi-Wan cannot understand what is truly going on rather than there being some form of miscommunication but, Caraya’s Soul, will he not stop?

As they bicker, Qui-Gon approaches them both with Padmé beside him. Though they both appear content, there are acutely aware of the feud taking place. Even though Anakin closes his mouth shut as soon as they arrive.

“Anakin, why the solemn complexion?” Jinn asks.

“I am not sad, master,”

“Sick, then?”

“No, sir.”

“He is neither sad nor sick,” Obi-Wan says. “But bitter and jealous.”

“I think you’re right, Obi-Wan,” Jinn speaks, eyeing Skywalker.

The last time he looked this way, he was but a young child who wanted to fly a speeder he was forbidden to ride in. A funny thing to be upset over, especially at his age, but it was only the start of navigating his impulsive emotions.

This situation is one of those thoughtlessly driven suspicions, it seems.

“Anakin, come now. Don’t be foolish,” Jinn says. “Your thoughts betray you. I have wooed in your name and fair Padmé is won.”

There, that’s the truth of the matter. Obi-Wan looks over at Anakin as if to say, well there you have it, but Anakin is frozen at his spot, looking amazed and unbelieving.

“I have spoken with her father also,” Jinn continues, smiling at Ruwee who approaches them. “Name the day for marriage.”

When Anakin turns to look at Ruwee with a happy expression, he laughs. Slapping a hand down on Anakin’s shoulder, his posture straightens of a proud countenance.

“I give you my blessing,” he smiles.

Padmé mimics the happiness in her cheeks, approaching Anakin gently, who, after a short moment, breaks out into a blinding smile. He takes her hands in his, rubbing his thumbs against her skin in a tender way. They look at one another, happy, and he berates himself mentally for having assumed otherwise.

“Just as you are mine, Padmé, I am yours.” He whispers to her.

Obi-Wan hears the words his padawan speaks, though, and is still appalled by it despite this being the most elated he’s ever seen him.

There have been many missions where Anakin has acted spontaneously much to the chagrin of his master, yet he would be laughing cheerfully and Obi-Wan would never admit aloud that he was also having fun.

When he thinks about it, though, Anakin has always been a wild spirit, and he knows that he deserves this. After the tragedy of his mother, his home life, and the bravery he conducts in battle, Obi-Wan believes he can grant him this one liberty.

“All happiness to you, my young padawan,” he grumbles, sending him a smile when no one else is paying attention.

He begins to walk away, but Qui-Gon stops him before he makes even two steps in the outer direction.

“Obi-Wan, your dear lady made a complaint against you. She said the gentleman she danced with apparently had two left feet.”

Growing hot in the ears, though his cheeks burn just as harshly, Obi-Wan spins around quickly.

It was you! He had been so drowned in spirits that he hadn’t known that it was your face behind the mask nor that you would run off to tell his master such gossip. And to think he would have made a play on you if he were sober.

“She abuses me!” He practically shouts, stomping back to where he stood before. “She told me, not thinking that I had been myself, that I was your jester! That I am a dull fool and more horrible than a description she could fathom,”

With your tongue, you can spin many indelicate words. To not even bother with his depiction when you had thought you were speaking to a stranger somehow injures him more. Is he no longer worth your time?

The two of you sent more letters to each other during the war than any other soldier he knows of. Some were so pesky that he kept a hold of them, even tucking one into the folds of his robes, assuring himself that he will succeed in defeating you.

“Oh, I might as well have been chained to a post on Geonosis, attacked by an Acklay by her words,” he groans. “She is disrespectful and foul. Darkness follows her everywhere she goes.”

“Ah,” Jinn nods his head, holding back his smile. “Well, shall you tell her your opinion yourself? Here she comes now.”

As sure as his master says it, you’re approaching them from down the path, the mask still on your face which he groans at. Had he not been so drunk, he would have surely known it was you he had spoken such sweet words to. Now, his words are sharp.

When you reach them, your smile is half covered by the mask on your face, but he can see it like a light is shone directly onto it and it makes his skin crawl.

“Please, master,” Obi-Wan begs. “Send me off on a mission, any at all. I will do anything. I will spend a week with Jar Jar. I will go undercover to a death sticks storehouse. Rather than spend a single second more with this vixen!”

All Jinn can do is laugh, much like Padmé and Anakin. Obi-Wan can’t even think about if his words are offensive, especially in front of Ruwee, but he is so worked up that coming down from this level of frustration seems impossible.

“Really,” he sighs. “Do you have no task for me, master?”

“Only the delight of your good company.”

Deflating at his shoulders, Obi-Wan feels as if he crumbles to the ground. This is only the first night of their stay here, which lasts a month, and he is already at his breaking point with you. Not only that, though, as it seems he’s already broken.

“Know this now,” he starts, “I cannot endure my Lady Disdain!”

Off Obi-Wan stomps, billowing straight past you. So close that he could have knocked you over if he had touched you, yet he avoided even that. His swiftness sends a puff of air to your side and you merely take your mask off, watching him leave, and fiddle with it in your hands.

“He doesn’t mean a word of it,” Padmé sympathizes, reaching over to squeeze your arm.

No, you fear that he does. Every word that comes out of his mouth is from the heart—when he negotiates, when he threatens in battle, when he makes a promise, and when he speaks of you. He may be intoxicated, but he always says what he means.

Better to push the affliction to the side, especially knowing by the way your cousin is in her lover’s arms that he offered his binding and, with her glistening eyes, that she accepted.

“And what of Sir Skywalker?” You ask. “Does his heart speak true?”

“Yes, lady,” Anakin smiles. “And I am happy.”

“Good—” you step over to squeeze his arm and the arm of your cousin. “May the force be with you and grant you joy.”

Padmé beams, looking up at her soon-to-be husband. He’s just as jubilant, pressing his forehead against hers.

It’s a beautiful scene to watch and you find that your heart lurches in your chest at their delight, though it skips a beat in sorrow that you may never know the same joy. With a sigh, one which anyone can associate as blissful, you step away.

“My lady,” Jinn says, walking over to you. “You have lost the heart of Sir Kenobi.”

You grin, nodding at him, thinking back on his antics.

“Indeed,” you sigh. “When we were younger, he lent it to me. It was pleasant for a short time but in the end, he could not offer marriage and so we parted. So, you can very well say that I have lost his heart.”

The two of you were young, you remind yourself, and so his infatuation could hardly have been heartfelt. Even from the start, you both challenged each other, so, really, it could never work.

Jinn shakes his head. “You have put him down.”

“I believe I have put him off,”

“For a woman of your quality, I think he is rather daft to oppose you.”

You push your shoulder against him, smiling. “My cousin is the hopeful kind and I wish her the greatest joy. If I am not satisfied with a proposal, then Maker blesses her life.”

“In faith, my lady, you have a merry heart,” Jinn smiles at you.

“Yes, the poor fool. I may sit in a corner and cry for a husband, but never have one.”

“Oh, I will get you one.”

“In the same manner that you got my cousin for young Anakin?” You shake your head. “No, I would much rather words were spoken to me.”

It is honorable that Sir Jinn would act for Anakin when he had not the courage, but when the day comes for you—though, you really think if it will come—then you want someone who will tell you personally, that way you can see the markings of love in him.

“You are a good man,” you continue. “Do you not have any brothers?”

“Only one, the eldest, Bil-Gan, but he is already married with children,” Jinn says.

“Ah, I am not fortunate, it seems.”

Someone like him would be perfect for you, you think. Humble, courteous, and handsome. Especially humble. That way there will be no room for another merry war.

“Will you have me, lady?” Jinn asks, his words barely above a whisper.

His proposal surprises you, them having been said so sincerely, and as if he had read your thoughts, though you were not sincere in them. At least, not fully.

In a different life, you can see yourself with someone akin to Sir Jinn, but the one you live in now is not heading in that direction.

“No, sir,” you say, not missing the frown between his brows. “You are too valuable for someone of my mind. I’m afraid I was born to speak all mirth and no matter.”

He nods, seeming unscathed at your refusal. “As it makes sense. I am sure you were born in a merry hour.”

You laugh. “Quite the opposite, my mother cried.”

When he laughs in return, you know that no damage is done. Truthfully, he deserves a better spouse and when that happens you will be more than happy for him.

“I bid you goodnight,” you say. “I am tired.”

Jinn smiles, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles softly.

“Goodnight, my lady.”

You walk away with a spring in your step, still chipper even after such a weighty conversation. Besides, your cousin will be a married woman soon and you would rather be frozen in carbonite if you do not share in her gladness.

As Qui-Gon watches you walk away, he thinks of how pleasant a presence you are. Anyone would be lucky to be your husband. If only Obi-Wan was not so against marriage, for the way you both speak, you would make a handsome couple.

With that, an idea springs to mind.

Jinn turns back to the group. “Anakin, what day will you marry?”

“Tomorrow,” he says confidently.

“Not until the weekend is over,” Ruwee says in a serious tone of voice, wagging a finger. “The festival will conclude by then and only then will you marry.”

“Then, in the meantime, I will try my best at winning another hand,” Jinn says.

“Who do you have in mind?”

“Your niece,” Jinn pauses, then smiles wide, “for Sir Kenobi.”

Everyone bursts into hilarity, looking both amused and astounded.

“My cousin and Obi-Wan?” Padmé laughs. “There is no way that can possibly work.”

“If they were but a week married, they would talk themselves to death.” Ruwee laughs.

Jinn shakes his head. “There is interest there, I am sure of it. Never have I been wrong, and if I could have your assistance in this then I am sure they will be affectionate with each other before Primeday.”

It’s not impossible, at least not for him. He knows the way Obi-Wan speaks of you and with the knowledge that he at one time had doted on you, there is no doubt in his mind that the feelings still remain. All he has to do is bring them to the surface.

Ruwee laughs again, slapping a hand against Jinn’s back. “You know I am for you, always.”

“And me as well,” Anakin says.

Pleased by the cooperation, Jinn raises a brow. “And what says you, Padmé?”

She shakes her head, though her smile is wide on her cheeks.

“I will do anything to help my cousin to a good husband.”

With the family and the comrades working together, this will go without a hitch.

“If we can do this,” Jinn says, tapping a finger to his chin, “then Cupid is no longer an archer.”

It will be done and it will be successful. He does not need the force to read the heart of others, all he needs is their word and, abundantly, he has trusty words from you two.

“Come with me,” Jinn waves his hand. “I will tell you my plan.”

An impossible feat must be made within two days and, Maker assures it, before the sun sets on the second day, you and Obi-Wan will be madly in love with each other.

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