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anakinskywalkerog · 7 months
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My Very Soul (Chapter 33)
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Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader
Link to Chapter 32
Warnings: grief!! depression!!! tread lightly!! things will get better, our girl will heal, but please engage with this only if you feel good/healthy yourself! also, drama/angst, but that's what you get from me
Summary: Anakin comforts you after the death of your Master; you wrestle with some difficult truths, and agree to train with someone new
Word Count: 2.7k
It was heavy. There was no other way to explain it. Your grief was a heavy pillow, suffocating you as you lay in your bed. You felt like the sheets might swallow whole you under the weight. The feel of Anakin's arms around you faded in the face of the soft, quiet, heavy feeling pressing on you. It was like being underwater. It was like trying to fight wind stronger than a hurricane. It pushed you down, and you felt like you had no strength to fight against it.
You'd awoken after Felucia in the Temple's medical chamber, Anakin at your side. You had no memory of anything that had happened after Yuma had been killed, and you didn't understand why Anakin looked so full of relief, why he had tears in his eyes at the sight of you. Obi-Wan had simply explained that you had lost consciousness, similar to the way you had when encountering Dooku's presence. Something in Anakin's face told you that it wasn't quite that simple.
Still, you couldn't find it in yourself to care, much, about what had happened after your Master had been taken from you. You couldn't find it in yourself to care about anything at all, other than the arms that remained around you, other than having Anakin by your side. You found that there were times when even that desire started to fade; when you felt the heaviness pressing in and lost any feeling at all.
"Y/N," Anakin whispered, shaking your arm a little, reaching over to run his fingers gently through your thick hair, pushing it away from your face. Every so often he would say something like this, something soft and gentle, like he were trying to make sure you could still hear him.
"I'm here," you replied, not looking at him, but reaching out and gripping his sleeve. Anakin brushed away the tears that fell softly and steadily out of your eyes and onto the sheets of the big bed in your Jedi apartment, situated in the Knight's Billet in the Temple. This is where you had remained for days, barely moving, barely sleeping or eating, struggling to fight the weight in order to keep breathing.
After you had left the medical chambers, you had recounted to the Council how Vyra had lured you into that cave, how she had manipulated the severity of the battle on Felucia and used the Sith dwelling to call to you in order to trap you and 'torture' you. You had told them what she had said of her reason for doing so, her grudge that she had held since you had been assigned your mission on Serenno. You had explained what she had recounted about Dooku and his mysterious "Master"; you'd noticed that Yoda and Windu had shared a look at that information. You couldn't bring yourself to care, at the moment, what that meant. You had struggled for breath, standing in the center of that circle of Jedi atop the tall tower, as you had recounted the last moments of Yuma's life: how she had been in the throes of a horrible vision, caused by the poison that made her live through her worst fears. You could barely get the words out when you described Vyra killing your Master, and taking her lightsaber. Obi-Wan had stood up to walk you out, his hand on your back the whole way back to your apartment, his face grim. You hadn't emerged since.
"Y/N," Anakin said again, stroking your face, your arm. "You need to eat something." You shook your head. The thought of moving at all, let alone eating, drinking, sounded too hard. You felt the heaviness pressing in on you.
"I love you," Anakin said again, and the agony in his presence was like a spark, a stabbing pain that brought you out of the heavy feeling, if only for a moment. Your eyes filled, again, with tears.
"I know," you whispered, looking into his eyes.
"I'll be here with you," Anakin said, reaching forward to kiss your eyelids, brushing the tears away with the gentle press of his lips. "I won't let them make me leave."
"You can't stay forever, Ani," you sighed, curling into him, wishing your words weren't true.
"I won't—"
Anakin cut off his words, feeling the same disturbance in the Force that made your senses heighten. Someone was coming.
A soft knock sounded on the door of the apartment. You and Anakin both looked at each other, sensing the presence that stood outside.
"Maybe he'll leave," you breathed into Anakin's ear, not moving. Anakin remained still, listening. You waited, holding your breath.
"Y/N," you heard, Obi-Wan's soft voice calling through the door as he knocked again. If he came into the apartment, it would only take a few steps past the kitchen for him to see through the open bedroom door, where he would find you and Anakin in bed together—
"What do we do?" you whispered, panicked, your eyes widening. Numb with grief you may be; but if you and Anakin were caught, it could risk your position in the Order. Anakin's eyes darted around, and landed on the tiny wardrobe built into the wall. Jedi Knights were granted little storage space, as they were not to keep possessions of their own.
"Anakin, he'll sense you!" you whispered frantically, but Anakin was already up and running in his boxers to the wardrobe. He sucked in his gut and used the force to close the wardrobe's doors as you heard Obi-Wan's voice sound again from outside the door.
"Y/N, I'm coming in," Obi-Wan said, his voice gentle and suppliant. You pulled yourself up in your bed, fighting against the heaviness in your limbs as you used the Force to summon your robe, hastily throwing it on over your nightgown as the door to your apartment opened and Obi-Wan stepped inside.
"I'm sorry to disturb you," Obi-Wan said as he walked forward to stand in the open door of your bedroom. You knew you probably looked like Moraband; you hadn't visited the refresher in days, and your hair was a tangled mess on your head. You felt Obi-Wan's thoughts linger on the dark circles under your eyes.
"That's all right, Master," you replied, your voice hoarse. Obi-Wan walked forward and pulled the chair near the window around so that it was facing you. You gulped as he turned, looking back to you as if to ask, may I ? You nodded, gesturing that he should sit. Obi-Wan had never been inside your apartment before—his presence startled you enough that you felt the heavy numbness backing away from you.
"I came to bring you this," Obi-Wan said, leaning forward in the chair and pulling something from the pocket of his robes. As he reached out to hand it to you, you sighed in amazement.
"How...?" you asked, leaning forward to take your lightsaber from him and gripping it. You felt each familiar divot of the hilt like you had found an old friend lost to time; you felt the ghosts of tears prickle behind your eyes, and you willed them away.
"I recovered it for you, on Felucia," Obi-Wan responded quietly. "When you were found, in that cave." His tone was careful, quiet, and solemn. "I wanted to return it to you before, but...it seemed a difficult enough moment." You thought back to facing the Council, to the whirlwind of emotions you'd faced upon waking up here, in the Temple, without your Master, for the first time in your life.
"Thank you," you managed to get out, looking back up at him and keeping your tears at bay. He simply nodded. You looked around, feeling awkward, working to keep your gaze anywhere but on the wardrobe behind Obi-Wan's back.
"I also..." Obi-Wan started, and you met his gaze, his face lit by the rays of sun streaming in through the partially closed blinds. "I am also here because I wanted to make a proposition to you."
You squinted, gripping your robe around yourself, inclining your head to indicate that he should continue.
"You are, of course, under no obligation to do so..." Obi-Wan started, rubbing his hands over his mustache and through his beard. "But...I know how important it was to Yuma that you work on your ability, to block out the presences of the Sith." At these words, your heart dropped. The weight came back in full force, pushing you down. It was an effort to keep yourself seated, to not lay back into the sheets and give in to the heaviness that pressed into you. You swallowed, nodding. "I would like to continue your training, in that regard," Obi-Wan said, watching you intently, his voice soft. "Not to pick up where Yuma left off, necessarily. But to work to make sure you are fully in control of your abilities...so that, when the time comes that you must protect yourself, you are as prepared as you can be. I would like to do everything in my power to help you."
You struggled to breathe evenly, working the air in and out of your lungs. You knew that Obi-Wan meant well—that he was trying to show care for you, and for Yuma, by offering to help. And you knew you needed the help, knew now that your susceptibility to the dark side of the Force was a liability. So you couldn't help but hear the unspoken truth behind Obi-Wan's words—that it was your fault, what had happened on Felucia. That if you had made more progress in your lessons with Yuma, she would still...
Be here, you finished in your head, your eyes welling up against your will. You didn't need Obi-Wan to tell you. You knew the truth. You knew who was responsible for Yuma's death.
"Y/N," Obi-Wan started, leaning forward like he wanted to do something to comfort you, but you shook your head, letting the tears fall.
"I'll do it," you said, pushing against the heaviness. "I'll train with you." It was all you could manage. Obi-Wan paused, as if debating, then leaned back in his chair, putting his hand down.
"Good," Obi-Wan replied, his voice contemplative. "I'd like to start right away, given that the war has made it so my time at the Temple is limited. Tomorrow?" You nodded, looking away from him, your face flushed at your embarrassment. You'd never cried in front of Obi-Wan, and you didn't like it—you didn't want to feel weak around him, the Jedi who was always so very much in control. Until recently, you'd thought of yourself and Obi-Wan as similar souls, similar warriors who kept their emotions in check. You now realized that you were useless in more ways than one, that people like Obi-Wan would always surpass you. You wanted to go back to sleep.
"The last thing..." Obi-Wan continued, his voice unnervingly gentle. "I wanted to tell you," he said, leaning forward in his chair, waiting until you looked up to meet his gaze, "that you aren't alone. Though I know that no one and nothing could ever replace what Yuma was to you—to all of us—I want you to know that you still have family, here. That you still have a mentor that cares for you deeply." You blinked, the brazen affection in this statement disarming you.
 "And that if you ever need to discuss anything," Obi-Wan continued, "anything, even things that you wouldn't bring to others in the Order, you can come to me. Whenever you need." You could have sworn Obi-Wan glanced infinitesimally toward the wardrobe, but it was so fast, you must have been imagining it.
"Thank you, Obi-Wan," you said, your voice small, your gratitude sincere. You felt so much affection and adoration for the Jedi Master sitting in front of you. You wished only that his faith in you wasn't so displaced. You felt your body shaking, the effort of pushing off the weight beginning to wear on you.
"That's all," Obi-Wan said, smiling at you as he stood, walking toward the door. "I'll expect you in the meditation chambers tomorrow." You nodded, feeling drained. "Don't—don't be unkind to yourself," Obi-Wan added, pausing in the bedroom doorway to turn back to you. "All of this is hard enough as it is." You nodded again, wondering how he could sense what you were thinking so accurately. Obi-Wan turned away, striding for the door to the apartment.
You listened as the front door slid shut, waiting, your heart beating. He didn't return. You sank back into your pillows, pulling the robe around you in a cocoon as you heard the wardrobe door slide open.
Anakin didn't say anything as he lay down next to you, pulling your whole body and cradling it in his arms, burying his face in your hair.
"Training might be a good thing," Anakin whispered, in a tone like he was trying to sound optimistic. You pulled yourself closer to him, your body quivering as if you were cold. You felt the tears at the edge of your eyes again, felt the quivers turn into quiet sobs.
"I'm here," Anakin said, kissing your head and stroking your back. "I'm here." What else could he say? Everything certainly wasn't okay. You tried in vain to calm the sobs, but they continued. Whenever you fought the numbness enough to stave it off, this was what happened. It was, in some ways, worse to feel.
"I should have been there," Anakin said vengefully, his voice shaky, "I shouldn't have left you." You inhaled, quickly, another sob breaking out of you.
"Are you saying—are you saying that you could have prevented it?" You pulled back in Anakin's arms, looking him in the face, your eyes wide. "That it's my fault, that she's...that she's...?" you felt your body continue to shake. Unfamiliar anger pulsed through you, the bitter anger that was only self-directed. You needed somewhere to put it. Nothing made sense, anymore. Your brain turned to fire.
"No, of course—no, Y/N, of course that's not—" Anakin started, alarmed, gripping your arms as you pulled farther away from him.
"You don’t have to say that, because I already know!" you replied, shouting now, as you pulled yourself out of the bed, standing before him. Anakin was on his feet immediately, his arms outstretched for you, but you backed away. "I know what happened is my fault entirely!! If I hadn’t—choked—if I had just listened—"
"Y/N, no, no, that's not it, no, listen to me, that's not..."
"You heard Obi-Wan," you continued, sobbing again. "And you said it yourself. Yuma was right. I was a liability, and because of me, my Master is dead."
"Y/N!" Anakin was shouting now, reaching out for you again, but you pushed him away, backing into the corner of your bedroom and sinking to the floor.
"Just leave," you choked, closing your eyes, feeling the world around you start to sway. "Just go." The world was starting to fade.
"Y/N," Anakin said gently, moving toward you slowly, his arms outstretched like he was approaching a loose rancor. "Y/N, it isn't your fault. None of it was your fault. I didn't think that for one second, and neither does Obi-Wan."
"Just leave," you repeated, softly, your sobs coming freely now. You didn't deserve to be comforted. You wanted to descend into oblivion. You were starting to lose the feeling in your legs, in your arms. You looked around, but saw that your vision was blurring over.
"I can't do that," Anakin murmured softly, and you felt his hands prying at your arms. You hadn't realized you'd been gripping your knees so tightly. You started to breathe quickly. "Look at me, Y/N," Anakin whispered, and you looked around, frantic now, your eyes clouded, unable to see. "Come back to me," Anakin breathed into your ear, and you blinked, his face swimming into view.
"I can't ever leave you," Anakin said, pulling you into his arms right there on the floor. You wanted to reply. You wanted to tell him that you couldn't ever leave him, either. You wanted to promise that the two of you would be together forever. But the world had changed, when Yuma had been taken from you. Or, you had changed. You now knew that everyone, no matter how much you loved them, would someday vanish. You didn't understand it—how one day, someone could be so very real, and the next, they could be gone. And Anakin would vanish, someday, too. You leaned into him, feeling how very real and alive he felt, with his arms around you. You felt the heaviness descend as you wept.
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NEW CHAPTER UP NOW!!!!!
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just imagine this Obi-Wan comforting you after reading this angst 😂🤓
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tonberry-yoda · 8 months
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You Too - Gojo
notes - IM BACK BABES! It hasn't been that long, but it feels like years since I have written anything. This was for that poll I did a little while ago! I am super simping for Gojo, so thank you all for choosing him <3 Love you bunches, have a good day, and stay hydrated!!! <33 word count - 640 summary - You have Gojo to thank for a lot of what happened to you, and that stupid man still makes you blush ~~BUY ME A KO-FI (COMMISIONS ARE OPEN)~~
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If there was one thing you wished more than anything in the world, it was that Gojo would stop looking at you.
Ever since high school - whether it be a glance across the classroom or even just waving at you in the hallway - he would make your face turn bright red even at a simple peek.
When his sunglasses would move up to reveal those bright blue eyes and a little smile would spread across his face, you just wanted to smack him.
Even now, far into adulthood, he still makes your face heat up.
Those eyes.
You remember when you saw them for the first time. You were alone, a sorcerer too strong that you were afraid to hurt somebody. A power that confused you and one that you could barely wield. You sat alone in some dump and a boy came up to you with a smile like no other and eyes that could tear through your soul.
You were crying.
He wiped your tears and told you that he understood you.
But of course, you didn't believe him. Until you joined him and stayed with him a while before going to Jujutsu High and becoming a powerful sorcerer that could control your power.
You had him to thank.
But you would never tell him that, of course.
"What's wrong?" Gojo asked now, making you jump out of your thoughts.
"Hm? What do you mean?" You looked over at him and saw that he was hugging his knees, trying to hide from the cold in a sweater and sweatpants.
"You look deep in thought."
"It's nothing." You turned away from him and hugged your pillow, lying on your stomach.
"You don't gotta lie to me."
"I'm not."
"Liar." he giggled as he stood up and walked over to you. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head so you could look at him. "Tell me." As he said that, his glasses fell down to the bottom of his nose and you felt yourself blush. Dammit, Gojo.
"N-Nothing."
"Your blushing," he teased. "Why do you still do that?"
"Shut up, Satoru." You tried to push him away, but you knew that wasn't going to happen.
"What? You know, you're cute like that."
"I'm serious, Gojo!" You sat up and went to punch him or something, but were quickly cut off when you felt both of his hands cup your face.
"You don't gotta act all tough around me, y/n. I know how tough you are." He slowly brought his lips inches away from yours. "And seriously," he whispered. "You don't have to blush like that. We've been dating for too long for that."
You gave him a soft punch on the chest and pouted. "Shut up."
He giggled, his warm breath tickling your upper lip. "Seriously. You're cute like that." His bright eyes looked into yours and you pulled him closer, making the two of you kiss. He kept your face cupped in his hands and you brought your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down on top of you on your bed.
He pulled away and laughed. "So what were you thinking about?"
His thumb lightly rubbed over your cheek.
"None of your business." You laid your head on his chest and ran your finger over the top of his pants; just lightly brushing his skin. You could feel goosebumps forming.
"You can tell me anything."
"It's gonna sound stupid." you mumbled.
"Just tell me!" He pressed a kiss to your head and slipped off his sunglasses, putting them on your nightstand.
"You." you whispered, kissing his chest.
He smiled to himself and hugged you tighter. "If it makes you feel any better," he whispered. "I think about me all the time too."
"Satoru! You're awful!"
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" he laughed. "I think about you too."
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pomplalamoose · 2 months
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Hey bae 🙏 do you think we could get something about turning sith!luke to the light side?💗
Hiii dear anon, thank you for your ask🩵
It's been a while since I received one and I'm sooo excited, especially since I get to talk about Sith!Luke, my beloved
I wasn't sure what exactly you wanted but I hope you like this discussion of possible scenarios anyways <33
• when it comes to turning Sith Luke back to the light, I think it really depends how and why he choose the dark side in the first place and what interpretation of him we're talking about
• if, for example, he turned during the original trilogy, you'd have to approach him differently than it would be the case if he grew up raised by Vader
• while his struggle to remain on the right path for himself and the galaxy is often highlighted in the movies and books, trilogy Luke never strays too far away from what Obi-Wan and Yoda taught him
• he certainly has his darker moments in which he considers everything he loves lost, but ultimately, even then, he'd rather sacrifice himself for the greater good than reach for the power Vader, and later the Emperor, offer him
• "Never. I'll never turn to the dark side"
• "Soon I'll be dead and you with me"
• so should he fall or, for whatever reason, deliberately make the decision to join the dark side, I see two possible ways in which this could turn out, his stubbornness and wish for justice and equity being one of the more important factors
• 1) he's convinced it's for the best and in favor of many
• it's hard to resist a seemingly easy solution in times of crisis, especially if it's offered in a tempting way and Luke is by no means unreceptive to manipulation
• however I do believe he'd realize his misconception rather quickly and so the most prominent thing keeping him from pursuing the light again wouldn't be his ignorance but his deep shame
• because of the weight he carries he's very hard on himself and no less so as a Sith
• consumed by the dark side he'd probably be less focused on improvement but on self doubt and hatred instead
• he may even go as far as to remain in this situation willingly as a way to punish himself
• not only would he think himself deserving of being miserable but also think it's for the better if he never comes near his loved ones again, afraid to hurt them
• here his stubbornness hurts him decidedly more than others because obviously there's still good inside of him, he just isn't allowing it to be there in favor of another misconception and self doubt
• ("I don't deserve to be around my family after what I did.", "Because what if I'm truly evil and don't know it?", "What if they fall victim to one of my mistakes and get hurt?")
• in this case it'd definitely be possible to make him see reason
• Luke is able to and eager to learn from the past, as well as adapt to a new point of view
• if he can believe it's for the best to join the dark side, he can believe the opposite once more
• it may need patience and coaxing, much affection, assurance and insistence but through your love (romantically as well as platonically) he'd be able to find himself again
• 2) his opinion of the galaxies political situation changes to such an extent that he's convinced his fall to the dark side is genuinely important in order to implement a just system
• I will be honest, I have no idea how that would even happen but let's stick with the idea anyways because we're taking about Sith!Luke here
• (maybe he was brainwashed???)
• in this scenario I imagine it to be rather difficult to make him reconsider
• not only is he now convinced of what he's doing is inherently good but also of the fact that the people not sharing his opinion have some devious plans to make those he's so set to protect suffer
• Luke firmly stands by what he believes in and while that is a wonderful attribute to have it's rather problematic when it's used for harm
• that man is ready to fight for his convictions and I see him defending them in a way similar to how he resisted the dark side in RotJ
• he's still Luke though and not stupid, I belive it still possible to reason with him especially if you're someone he admires or otherwise holds dear
• in order to get him to listen to you though you'll need time and patience to get under his skin
• now let's take a quick look at the interpretatiom of the Sith!Luke I write about
• to some extent he's still the same person as trilogy Luke but while they share certain traits, they turned out like opposites due to the circumstances they were exposed to during their lifes
• basically my Sith!Luke is a "What if Luke and Leia were raised with the dark side by Darth Vader"-version in which he grows up in a galaxy after the Empire defeated the Alliance and thus doesn't know anything about Jedi since they just,,,don't exist anymore
•(granted, this is a rather dark AU but I saw no other way in which Luke would act like he does in my fics, without any hope of him changing his ways)
• (there are of course works that discuss a different outcome, exploring Luke turning to the light side despite being raised as Sith, so it is of course a possibility if that's what he's set up to do)
• (I, however, like to center my Sith!Luke around the idea of just that being unthinkable since it's so far fetched and ooc for a person so full of light and good)
• (please keep that in mind when continuing to read, xx)
• this too is the only case in which I think it wouldn't be possible to turn him to the light side because the concept in itself is a foreign and outdated one
• it does exist, yes, and Luke is aware of it too, after all he's well studied and educated, has to be if he is to be the successor of his father
• but it is nothing that seems worth looking into further since the classical "fight" between good and bad is a thing of the past
• because while Luke may not agree with every political stance his family takes he knows he'll be the Emperor sooner than later, able to make changes as he likes
• in this regard, depending on the role you take on in his life, you might be able to slightly influence his decisions and/or his treatment of a certain group of people
• if you're important enough to him he'll listen to what you have to say, though he won't necessarily implement it into the system
• you are well advised to approach such attempts carefully though since you don't want him to suspect you of disregarding his status and position
• or, even worse, want to alienate him from his family and loved ones
• because no matter the universe, Luke would move worlds for those he cares for and accordingly (mainly Sith!Luke) grows easily suspicious when someone so much as questions their behavior, motives, etc. or insinuates to be against them
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azurecanary · 4 months
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At any given moment i am thinking about the Togruta Jedi Wayseeker former child soldier and agent of the Rebellion Ahsoka Tano
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How she started out as a 14 year old excited to start her Jedi training, only to be dragged into war, which became her way of life; who lost a squadron of soldiers during her first time commanding a mission; how she was killed and brought back to life at 15; how at 16 was betrayed by her closest friend (not for the last time); losing her entire Order and family at 17; joining the Rebellion at 18 and helping to organise it; finding, for the first time, more Jedi that survived at 33, the same year she discovered her master was the one who killed everyone she loved, the same year she fought both him and his master.
And then she discovers her master and her mentor had a son and daughter, who embodied the best of their parents; and Ahsoka's faith in herself as a Jedi is restored
But she will never get back Plo, or Yoda, or Padme, or Barriss, or Sinube; her last encounter with Obi-Wan devoid of the affection they once had with each other. Left with the knowledge that her master turned to the light for the son he barely knew, but not for her, the sister he did. Knowing and acknowledging that every moment she has the potential to become the worst of her master, but every moment choosing to be good
Ahsoka Tano, who fought to survive every day since she was 14, who had to learn, through trial by fire, to live for the ones she lost
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materassassino · 3 months
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Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy, The Mandalorian (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin & Grogu | Baby Yoda & Luke Skywalker Characters: Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Grogu | Baby Yoda, Kuiil (Star Wars), Leia Organa, R2-D2 (Star Wars), Han Solo, Migs Mayfeld, Lando Calrissian, Chewbacca (Star Wars), Moff Gideon (Star Wars), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Hiding, Fake Marriage, Domestic Fluff, Introspection, Religious Guilt, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, set right after endor (we're squishing the timeline), luke is 23 din is 32/33?, how old is din we just don't know, POV Alternating Summary:
Luke Skywalker runs headfirst into a battle on Nevarro, helping out a Mandalorian and his Force-sensitive child. Whether they like it or not, they're stuck with each other, and hide out in a tiny fishing village on a backwater planet, until the coast is clear, posing as a new family.
What could possibly go wrong?
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I FORGOT TO LINK THIS HERE ARGH I'M SO STUPID
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auroravictorium · 2 months
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it's been one year of midnights... AMA!
hi everyone! i wanted to do something fun to celebrate the first part of midnights going up just over a year ago, so i figured i'd open up my inbox to questions about the series, writing in general, the lore tidbits for midnights that i have in my head and haven't gotten to weave in (yet? tbd), bits from existing pieces that made the chopping block for one reason or another, or me the author!
i'm sorry i can't offer anything more exciting to celebrate like requests or blurbs right now; i'm still getting in the swing of things with the new semester, but i look forward to sharing more of the silly thoughts in my head if you'd like to hear them :))
anyway, happy one year to midnights (k.b.) <33 i adore writing it, and i adore sharing it with all of you and hearing your thoughts! here's to a few more parts and more stories to be told :))
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A little about the types of "candy"
I apologize in advance for my English - this is not my native language, I do not speak well (and maybe sometimes I speak like Master Yoda).
Recently, there has been a wave of outrage among the turtles on Tumblr, because from time to time there are malicious anti-accounts that try to devalue our fandom and “wash” candies. This pissed me off and I decided to write a post.
But now this is not about these accounts.
I want to organize (mostly for myself) candies and arguments that we all love so much and look for in every GGDD action.
I am of the opinion that many of the candies are probably really wrong, but this is very individual, and if many people are happy with candies that seem unconvincing to me, they have every right to be. I also have candies that I strongly believe in and, in my opinion, they can not be "washed".
Maybe my "organization" will help someone better understand and also determine for themselves what kind of candy are more reliable, and which ones can be "washed" over time (and are really unintentional).
And one more thing: all these my fabrications are completely fantasy and fake, I just talk about all sorts of nonsense, in reality this nothing doesn't exist! 🤡🤡🤡
There are a lot of materials in Yizhan's world, I will give only a few examples. You don't have to agree with me at all. Everyone has their favorite “candies”, if you are so interested of GG and DD that you want to follow their life and work, then on this way you will find many exciting and intriguing details that you personally will like.
1. "Numeric candy" in social networks — kadian
I like kadian very much. I won’t talk about what it means and how to use it, many already know, and who doesn’t know, there are many materials on this topic, for example, there is good post of @rainbowsky.
Before, when I first became a turtle, I counted everything that was published by GGDD, but over time I realized that this is not worth doing. It is unlikely that DD, GG or their teams bother counting the date and time numbers in each post. It's just absurd and no one busy person would do that. But I think they make sure the numbers look neutral and won't post every day 28 or 23 knowing full well what it mean.
On the other hand, I believe that the direct kadian (for example, the time 18:33 or 23:38) wasn't made by chance.
Sometimes I believe in kadian with counting numbers (for example, 1+8+5+9 = 23), and I have reasons for this - sometimes they both publish such kadian (for example, 28 and 23) on the same day, and that reduces the likelihood of coincidence.
If someone is trying to "wash" kadian, then his argument can be only one thing - "this is an accident." It is impossible to prove intentionality or unintentionality of numbers. In this case, you'd better just decide for yourself whether you believe it's an accidentally or not. Look at the type of post with kadian (it is most less likely in advertising and it absents in posts on social and political topics), what circumstances preceded it and what happened after it. And if you understand for yourself that in this case it is quite appropriate, then no "washing" is valid here - kadian, by definition, cannot be "washed", it's just a matter of probability and faith.
I will give a little example, when the kadian in the ad looked suspicious, and I am inclined to believe in it - this is the time of the publication of GG's advertisement at 10:18 on March 26, 2023. Yes, this is just an advertisement that GG constantly publishes in the morning. But firstly, the timestamp :18 is completely atypical for him, secondly, he knows perfectly well what it means and what kind of reaction may follow, and thirdly, the accompanying circumstances. This post appeared on the morning after the ambiguous Weibo Night, they were in the same city, and in the morning GG was leaving, and bad rumors and gossip spread immediately after the event. I personally believe in this kadian, because for me the circumstances are convincing, but in each specific case, everyone decides for himself.
This category also includes GG's posts of 18 (actually 33) or 12 (actually 28) photos with which he periodically pleases us, 18 photos, including 8 “movie tickets” from GG. It is impossible to prove whether this is a coincidence or not. Look at the likelihood and yourself decide. I believe in this kadian.
2. "Numeric candy" (kadian) that GG and DD demonstrate personally
These are the hands and numbers on watches, the numbers on the sleeves, above the head, spoken verbally personally by GG and DD etc.
I noticed this most often with DD: the numbers 31 and 5 on DD's jacket before GG's birthday, 21:33 on the clock above DD's head in Los Angeles, 32-33 on DD's sleeve on June 21, “2nd row 30th place, 3rd row 20th place” at a fan meeting in Qingdao, and the like.
As for the GG, he has an episode in the vlog on February 7, when someone stops the radio dial at numbers 8 and 3. Although GG himself is not in the frame at that time, this is still his vlog, and it seemed remarkable to me. GG makes it more elegant and not so obvious (the picture can be enlarged).
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Can it be "washed"? Some of this, of course, can be controversial and it can be explained as coincidence. For example, a clock display in LA could show a random time. Or DD not chosen the clothes with numbers by himself, but the brand insisted on this (I believe that this is DD's choice).
But how do you "wash" what DD said personally twice at the fan meeting if he and the whole world know perfectly well what those numbers are? If the anti's claim that he "disapproves bjyx" were true, then this just could never happen.
And Y.-Off. posted on Instagram that photo from LA with 21:33, and in fact they could easily not have done this, but they did.
3. Specific things that are pretty obvious
One example of such things is the glowing BJYX sign posted on Weibo by DD's team on October 29, from the final of SDC5. This photo was placed in the very center, and the light sign could be easily cut off or simply erased, and a million photos were taken at the final, but this was chosen. Try to explain why the person who allegedly "disapproves bjyx" did this. This is the very reliable and loud candy.
The same category includes DD's “sneakers and ice cream”, “give the scorpions to WB” (GG's food vlog in Qindao), UGG shoes in GG's vlog June, 7, the text “heart with a mole” in DD's Weibo post on April 26, 2023, and the like.
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Something can be "washed", for example famous GG's "rainbow" umbrella, which many considered as such for a couple of years, turned out to be black, we had seen this in his recent July vlog.
You can try to “wash” UGG, refer to the fact that DD was not yet a brand spokesperson when the vlog was filmed. But going back to the previous point - GG KNOWS who the brand ambassador is now, he KNOWS how it will be perceived, other things in the room are blurred and hidden but shoes are on display. It is unlikely that he and his studio did this publication in a state of clouding of mind.
4. Very subjective things that are perceived emotionally and awaken the imagination
These are meaningful words in the songs, the “wedding” outfit on Weibo Night, mention of lychee and camping, a certain arrangement of photos, GG's photo with the dog, DD's T-shirt with the dog. Where DD looked and how smiled, how GG greeted DD's colleague in a special way, images and allegories that GG shows in vlogs and uses in interviews. Jaw and finger DDGG (which pops up again and again and haunts turtles! I'm agnostic about this "candy"). GG's drawings, DD's dances, "I'm out of the habit of spicy food", voices of GG and DD behind the scenes, birthday greetings to DD, sunset, moon and so on.
And our favorite bone necklace also falls into this category, because no one knows exactly where it comes from and what it really means for DD. We can only believe or not believe.
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This is the most vulnerable category due to its extreme subjectivity. This is purely a matter of faith and individual perception.
Sometimes such candy are "washed" by GG or DD themselves. If you remember, in November 2022 GG posted several photos, and among them one with incomprehensible blurry red-blue stripes. Many have decided that this is blurred photo of Lego "Titanic", which GG bought for DD. But in the December vlog, GG showed that those were streetlights that he filmed from the car. He sometimes advises us to hold our horses.
I really love things of this kind, I like to look for strokes in the drawings and peer into the photos of GG, guess what this or that emotion can mean, and what DD wanted to say with his dance. GG especially likes to make such riddles, his vlogs are special works of art, I always really look forward to them and find a lot of secrets in them.
It is very difficult to confirm these things. It is unlikely that GG will ever come forward and say what he really meant by drawing two boys on the beach … But I hope at least a small part of this will someday be clearer. Let it be so.
5. Timing of actions
After a long silence on social networks, the posts of both appear one after another. Or after a suspicious period of time - for example, after 13 or 85 minutes, or after 3 hours and 28 minutes. Same posts style. Simultaneous arrival in Beijing after the Hong Kong concert, supposedly from different cities. IP addresses from the same location. The gestures that DD made at the "water show" on July 10, GG shows us the next day in his vlog.
The simultaneous disappearance of both from the field of vision (August 4, 2023), GG being late for work during the DD's illness. This can be “washed” if you prove, for example, that there were definitely other reasons for being late or absence.
An example of such "washed candy" - many thought that GGDD were together on DD's birthday in 2022, but later it turned out that this wasn't.
6. Clothes
I put this in the separate category, because this section is quite large. These are fun candies that many turtles love (myself included). We've already lost count of the same brands that GG and DD wear. It is difficult to "wash" such candy, because that they both wore We11done, Alexander McQueen or Maison Kitsune is a fact. This is observed very often, and sometimes things of the same brand appear after a short period of time.
If I'm not mistaken, once was counted about a hundred matches in GGDD clothes (now there are probably more), and it was noticed that DD's employees used things those brands are represented by GG and on the contrary.
7. Acquaintances, colleagues and friends
These are a few people who sometimes hint to us that they know something. This is “Uncle Lan”, other CQL colleagues, DDU brothers, songwriter and her comics, colleagues from the industry, I won’t tell names, they are known among the turtles.
Sometimes their hints are quite transparent, and we are always happy to see that GG and DD are supported by other people in their circle.
To refute it is the same as to assert that all these people have conspired and are fooling us for some reason for years. Agree that this is absurd!
In addition to all this, beyond any categories, we have BTS of CQL, Rumor Houses and BottledJoy. There's been a real circus going on with BottledJoy lately, so it will be very interesting to see where this all leads, and it's a very funny to watch them performances.
Perhaps I forgot something important and didn't mention some categories, because there are too many materials regarding Yizhan. And this is great, because even if a few candies are "washed off", we will not lose anything, we always have many others!
And no antis can cope so much evidence that we believe in and that tells (and sometimes just screams) to us, that BJYXSZD💚❤️.
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made hot cocoa for me and my dad <33 a Christmas baby yoda mug for him and my hand painted bad wolf mug I made years ago <3
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murdockussy · 2 years
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angst with obi wan please? maybe him and the reader parted ways with a fight yk (ending of rots) but the feelings they had never left and they both constantly think of each other then (set in obi wan kenobi) where reader saw obi wan again but they didn’t approach him because of guilt until he somehow felt them in the force? and finds and talks to them? then maybe comfort & soft!obi :3 thank you! i love your works btw <33
Thank you so much!! And thank you for being my first request, I loved writing this and I hope you enjoy <333
(I am open to taking requests, head to my masterlist to read more about it!!)
After All This Time
Warnings: Nightmares, fighting, guilt, sadness, but dw bc it's a happy ending aka fluff and soft!obi :)
Words: 5,500 ish (oops)
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You woke from your sleep, your limbs aching and eyes heavy, your mind caught in an emotional storm from your dream, one that reoccurred every so often when you fell into a deep slumber.  
The final time you saw him - Obi-Wan.  
You searched high and low across Coruscant for him after receiving his warning for remaining Jedi such as yourself to not return to your home, as well as the fall of the Order and the Republic. You were scared, not only for yourself, but for your future – all that you knew being left within the destruction of the temple. You had no place to go, no guidance or directions of what to do, all that was left for you to hold onto was the brightly shining signature of the Force within Obi-Wan, and you held onto it for dear life.  
Climbing aboard your small space craft, you switched on the ignitions, jetting off the planet as your switchboard calibrated itself, a small dot on your tracking device alerting you on the whereabouts of the man you were desperate to find. He was travelling within the outer rim, seeming to leave a planet you’ve only heard about – Mustafar. You we’re baffled to what his reasoning could be for the planets visit, you desperately trying to contact his ship as you raced behind him, the both of you headed for Polis Massa. As he drew closer, your attempts of communication were ignored until he was completely out of sight, his ships movement no longer on your switchboard, him landing on the planet while you followed pursuit.  
It had taken you longer than you’d hope for to reach the cratered planet, finding the ship Obi-Wan was previously flying now sitting dormant inside the docking bay, your curious mind flooded with questions as you touched down besides his parked transportation. Switching off the ignition, you dashed out of your ship in a hurry, doing a lap around Obi-Wans to confirm no one was inside, a familiar green creature approaching you. 
You turned at the call of your name, you relieved to see the friendly face. 
“Master Yoda! I’m so relieved to see you, I-” 
“Not here, you should be, young Jedi” 
“I came to find Obi-Wan, I received his message. Is it true what he said?” 
“Afraid so, I am” 
“Is he here? I tracked him leaving Mustafar, I need to speak with him” 
“Inside” he replied, cutting the conversation short as he pivoted and hurried back towards the building, you catching up by his side, your insides beginning to churn over the whole situation – you truly didn’t have a good feeling about any of it, and looking back now, you were right all along. 
Yoda led you through the building towards the medical centre, your anxieties rising as you fretted the idea of Obi-Wan being harmed in any kind of way, and the feeling of the disturbance within the Force surrounding you wasn’t giving you any kind of ease. That was until the creature led you down a hallway towards an operation room, the glass windows showing the figure of a man you recognised in an instant - it was him. You raced around the corner, not taking notice of your surrounds, only focused on him as he remained lost in thought, not even your presence in the Force drawing him to you. 
Your quickened pace slowed to a complete stop as you took in the man standing before you. There was no signs of his usual welcoming and warmth, all signs of his glee and charm no longer evident. His head was lowered, one arm resting across his chest supporting the other that covered half of his face. His eyes were shut, his palm rubbing over his cheek and his eyebrows furrowed deep in thought. This wasn’t the Obi-Wan you knew, the one you’ve grown to love over all those years. The man that stood in front of you was darkened by his emotions, completely broken. 
It wasn’t until Master Yoda passed you, humming to make his presence known, Obi-Wan lifting his head to look at the creature to then catch a glimps of you standing infront of him, his attention now completely diverting as his eyes widened when they met yours. He spoke your name in utter disbelief, his stance straightening as shock took over his system. 
“Obi-Wan” you replied with a half-smile, completely washed with relief, wanting nothing more than to run into his arms and meet his soft lips with yours, something you’d only do in private.  
He stepped forward, taking a quick glace to look back at Yoda and Senator Bail Organa, his voice wavering as he spoke. 
“Excuse us, I must speak with her in private” 
He walked beside you, his pace quick as he led you to a vacant room, him grabbing your arm and pulling you in for a tight embrace once the two of you were alone, you wrapping your arms around the width of his waist, your eyes shutting as your face pressed into his neck.  
“Oh Obi-Wan, as soon as I received your message, I knew I had to find you. I wish you’d have called, I've been worried sick” 
“I’m deeply sorry, my love. I wanted nothing more than to reach out, but with the empire rising, who knows what their dark shadow has a hold of. If they cut into our communications, or if they got a hold of you, I'd-” 
“It’s okay. I’m here now, were safe” 
“That’s what I fear... I don’t know how long it can stay this way” 
His words caused your pulse to skip a beat, the feeling of dread growing stronger than before as you peeled your body away from his, your eyes confused as you stared up at him, “What do you mean?” 
Taking a step back with a deep sigh, he shook his head as his eyes took sight of the floor, his voice flat as he spoke, “I don’t believe what I did was enough” 
“What you did? Obi-Wan, what happened?” 
“Anakin. He... he turned to the dark side” 
“Anakin?” you gasped. If Obi-Wan wasn’t saying it all, his Force presence spoke louder than any words could. He was angry, disappointed, but most of all, he was grieving, and it wrapped around the both of you like a weighted blanket, you mentally connecting the dots in an instant, “He caused this, didn’t he?” 
“He was twisted by the dark side and became Palpatine's apprentice, bringing forth the Empire. The Chancellor, he deceived all of us, with everything, but Anakin he deceived most of all” 
“He’s a good kid Obi-Wan. He is stronger than he knows. There may still be light in-” 
“There’s not!” Obi-Wan snapped, you taken by surprise at his sudden volume, “He chose the path of the Sith, Padmé couldn’t save him, nor could I! It was too late!” 
“Too late? Obi-Wan, tell me what’s going on!” 
His voice cracked as he shouted your name, his frustration beginning to pour through, and you were now at the receiving end of the stick, “He became too dangerous. I saw the footage, him taking the lives of the innocent. Teachers, workers, younglings – their blood on his hands and he showed no remorse!” 
“What if he can change? If we could-” 
“We can’t! He’s gone!” 
“Gone?” your shook your head in disbelief, “Please tell me he-” 
“Destroying the Sith is what I have to do! The boy- Anakin, he is no longer a threat” 
Your eyes welled with tears, you stunned to your core at Obi-Wans words. As much as you loved Anakin, you knew the loss you felt would never amount to what Anakin's own Master would be feeling, let alone how hard it would’ve been for Obi-Wan to be the one to destroy him.  
“Obi” you whispered, your tone low as you approached him, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, you opening your arms to embrace him only to be rejected by the dismissal wave of his hand. 
“That doesn’t mean we’re safe from the emperor. They’ve taken the lives of so many Jedi, it isn’t safe for you to be anywhere but laying low” 
“For me? We can’t just let this Empire trample us like bugs, we can fight back!” 
“No, we can’t! Not like this” 
His change in demeanor took you by surprise. The Obi-Wan you knew would rarely back down, especially to people that stand against all he believes, and his lack of determination caused you to spark with anger. Not because you were mad at him, but because you we’re afraid he truly meant what he was speaking, that he truly had given up on any hope. 
“So you’re just going to let them take over, you’re going to completely give up on everything you’ve lived to believe, to fight for?!” 
“I have other priorities” 
“That being what?” 
“Padmé. Although she birthed healthy twins, she didn’t survive much longer after. I must deliver her son, Luke, to his family and... watch over him, on Tatooine” 
Your crack in your heart deepened, you taking in the news of another person you loved no longer with you, you mumbling as you spoke, “I’m so sorry, Obi. I can come with you, we can deliver the baby and figure out where to go from there” 
Obi-Wan remained silent, his head dropping to the floor once more causing your pulse to quicken, “Obi-Wan?” 
“We... You, you can’t” 
His rejection shattered the remaining pieces of your heart, a pit forming in the bottom of your stomach as your skin began to burn hot. 
“Why can’t I? I can help you, Obi-” 
“I can’t let you do this” 
“If you’d just-” 
“No, I can’t-” 
Your anger rising, your pitch raised as you stepped closer to him, “Stop saying you can’t and explain to me why!” 
“It’s not safe!” his tone matched yours as he shouted his reply, “If we’re together, if someone catches onto us through the Force, we’re at risk, and the boy may be as well. I can’t allow myself to let that happen!” 
“So what are you saying? You’re asking me to stay away? To not go with you? Not be by your side?” 
“It’s not like that-” 
“It’s exactly like that, Obi-Wan. I love you, and I refuse to let you push me away, especially when we need each other most!” 
“When the time is right, I promise to find you, but I'd be foolish to let you risk your safety by staying with me” 
“But what about what I want?! Let’s just figur-” 
“No!” he called, his skin flushed red with anger, “I need to do this, and I'm sorry but I can’t bring you with me” 
You stood there in silence, you looking at him with complete disbelief, the tears freely flowing down your face as he looked away, unable to meet your gaze. 
“This is it then? I just leave, go hide somewhere and wait for the man that I love to just magically appear whenever and wherever?” 
Your question was met by complete silence, you growing furious at his missing answer, “Is my love for you not enough? All these years, all we’ve been through, just to be tossed aside? I understand we’re amist difficult times, Obi, and I'm afraid too, but if you just let me come with you, we can sort this out!” 
His eyes still glued to the floor, your hands bawled into fists by your sides, you desperately waiting for Obi-Wan to take back what he’s said, to ask you to join him, to admit your love was enough. Yet he didn’t, his voice despairing as he finally spoke. 
“I’m sorry, but I will do what I must for the boy, and for your safety” 
Completely heartbroken, you look in the sight of the man you no longer recognised, you red with fury as you wiped your tears, the lump in your throat causing your voice to waver.  
“Well, I guess that’s it. Don't bother with any of your promises, I'll be just fine on my own. Goodbye, Obi-Wan" you spat, your eyes taking in a final glance before you turned quickly on your heel and dashed away from the room, everything that ever mattered to you left behind as you eventually exited the building, returning to your ship completely alone. 
Propping yourself up on the thin mattress, you wiped away the bead of sweat from your forehead, the pulsating headache beginning to form within your skull.  You combed your fingers through your hair, you massaging the skin of your hairline as you sighed. Although you weren’t sure of the exact numbers, it had been close to a decade since that day you parted ways with Obi-Wan, and still, you couldn’t manage to shake him from your mind. 
No matter far you’ve progressed in leaving the past behind you, you now pursing the life of a bartender amidst a bustling city, he was the one thing you’d forever struggle to break away from.  
When you first arrived to the planet you’d now call home, you were completely lost, just a shattered shell of who you used to be roaming the streets seeking any form of safety. Winding up inside a quiet bar, just you and the owner – a creature who goes by Grelob - seated inside, you opened up to him, sensing through the Force that he was someone you could trust. He welcomed you in with open arms, allowing you to take residency in the rundown loft above the bar, the both of you led to believe you’d only stay there for nothing short of a week. Though as time went by, the week turned into a month, and before you knew it, you’d created an entire new identity for yourself, working for years on end as a bartender beside Grelob, him becoming the only person you had left to call family. 
In the beginning, you waited days on end for Obi-Wan to stick to his words - the promise you told him to forget. You’d constantly search for his presence in the Force, the dim light that he possessed something you’d grasp onto every night, barely able to keep a hold of it given the distance between you two, and every crowd you’d pass through, you’d seek out his unforgettable face. There were even days when you’d consider giving up on all that you’ve built for yourself, to completely throw your safety out the window and fly to Tatooine, to search high and low until you’ve found him again. 
However, the more time that went on, the more you realised how foolish you’d be to go through with it. Hunting him down would not only put yourself at risk, but him as well. You didn’t know what life he’d created for himself after all this time, and you’d never want to spoil what possible happiness he had after all the misery he’d been through. So you eventually stopped looking for him in public spaces and reaching out to find him through the Force, you keeping his best interest at heart. And as much as it pained you, you we’re strong enough to stick by your decision, though you knew deep down that you’d truly never lay the hope of finding him again to rest, your love for him remaining as strong as it did the day you left that medical centre – and little did you know, the man you loved still felt the exact same way. 
Your legs ached as you stood from your bed, you waddling to the window to look down on the city below, the sun setting welcoming in the night. You spent the remaining time you had free to get ready for the shift ahead of you, you warming up a cup of soup as you dressed yourself in the boring uniform, you tying your hair back off your face to eat your meal. Once finished, you slipped on a pair of run-down boots before checking yourself in the rusted mirror, you displeased with the tired reflection that stared back at you. Hopefully after tonight you’d get a good night's rest – you did have a gut feeling this shift would be different from the rest, and you’d crossed your fingers that those feelings we’re stemming from something good. 
Walking through the back doors, you entered the bar, greeting Grelob with a pat to the arm as eager faces waited at the bar-tables surface, you jumping immediately into taking orders and preparing drinks. The shift went by quickly, you barely having time to remember how exhausted you really were, the only thought present in your mind being how much you missed the days when the bar was barely occupied. Though, everything changed when you were crossing the floor, approaching a table of half drunken people when you spotted a figure entering the front doors, the glasses you were holding in your hand almost sliding onto the floor. 
Practically chucking the drinks at the customers table, your head snapped back to the man that caught your eye, your chest suddenly feeling as though it was caving in as you took in the sight before you. Maybe you’d have been severely confused, your lack of decent sleep finally sending you into a delusional state of him, or maybe you’d been poisoned by a customer you’d failed to satisfy with your service. All possible factors you were unsure of, though the one thing you knew for certain was the face of the ghost from your past, a face that time would never allow you to forget – Obi-Wan. 
Time slowing, you were completely stunned as you watched him stalk through the crowd, head low, hood shielding the top of his hair. He appeared to be in a rush, his unforgettable stride swift as he parted through the mass of people on the floor. Every emotion you’d spent pushing deep down for the good part of a decade suddenly began to rise, you feeling overwhelmed by his presence.  
You stumbled behind a cornered wall, your pulse rising as you watched him come to a halt at the bar, waiting to gain Grelobs attention. Every fiber in your being began to burn, urging you with all its might for you to make your presence known, to approach him. Yet, you remained still, your mind taking over your heart's desires. 
Of all the overwhelming emotions you felt, the one that stood out the most - that made you want to steer as clear from the man as you could – was guilt. Although he remained as handsome as the day you last saw him, the greying beard and fine wrinkled lines across his skin was a sign of all the time that had passed, and the reminder felt like a punch to the gut.  
If you’d only listened to his words, acknowledged the priorities he laid out to you instead of putting yourself first, then maybe - just maybe - things may have been different. If you acted logically instead of emotionally, there may have been a possibility that he’d stick to his promises of finding you. These thoughts were one’s that kept you awake at night, but seeing him just a few meters away from you locked in how much you truly regretted leaving him on that planet.  
As hard as a pill it was to swallow, you knew that avoiding him would be in the best interest of both of you, and that him being there – alive and well – would be enough to bring you a slice of peace, as though you could finally close a chapter from your past.  
However, Obi-Wan felt entirely different. 
It wasn’t until he leaned against the cool surface of the bar, his mind distant as he waiting for assistance, that he felt it. The small twinge inside him, an echo of a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.  
Completely welcoming the notion, a familiar feeling of warmth and light bursted within him. Reminiscence of soft skin lingered on his fingertips as flashes of a friendly smile passed behind his eyes. Laughter echoed in his ears, and the feathering touch of lips dwaddled against his own. Memories of you suddenly flooded back, the force of it enough to knock him to his feet, his hand gripping the bar before he had the chance to fall. As confused as he felt in the moment, he knew exactly what he was picking up on through the Force – it was you. 
His head whipped to look through the crowd, him beginning to feel frantic as his eyes danced from face to face, his pulse growing rapid with each passing moment. You were here, somewhere in the room, your presence the closest it’s been to him after all these years, and he couldn’t wait a single moment longer to find you.  
And as his eyes raked over the far end of the room, that’s when he spotted you. 
Everything around him became a sudden blur, his vision tunnelling in on only you as your eyes met his – him truly looking at you for the first time since you left the medical centre back on Polis Massa. His breath was knocked from his lungs, his eyes beginning to burn as he stared, unable to truly believe the sight before him. A small sigh escaped his lips, his worrying thoughts finally relieved after all this time - you were alive, and you were here.  
You remained locked under his gaze, mind completely blank until your consciousness snapped back, realisation hitting you like a tone of bricks. Taking a final look, you broke his stare, your head dipping to the floor as you began to weave your way through the crowd, you breaking into a panic as you suddenly found the room suffocating, you struggling to breathe. 
He watched as you moved, his eyes never leaving your frame as he leapt forward, tracking your every movement as he forced his way closer to you. He spotted you breaking away from the crowd, your fast pace headed for the entry into the back rooms of the bar, him quick on your heels as you dashed.  
You could feel him following you, you believing you’d escaped until you found yourself half way through the back of the club when you heard it – his voice calling your name – your body coming to an instant pause as the words left his lips, almost as if you’d ran into an invisible wall. You stood with your back to him, his body just steps behind you, his breathing heavy as he waited, him calling your name once more, voice barely above a whisper. 
You slowly turned, your heart beating faster than it ever had before as you stood now face to face with him, his eyes switching between pain and joy, confusion and wonder, his eyebrows furrowing as you whispered the words you’d dreamt to say after all these years. 
“Obi-Wan...” 
With a deep sigh, he stepped forward, his eyes welling with tears as he extended his arms and dragged your body into his, his face pressing into the top of your hair as he closed his eyes. 
Back in his arms, you were blanketed with a reminder of home, a sob erupting from your chest before you had the chance to stop it, your hands instinctively wrapping themselves around the back of his hips, something you used to do so long ago.  
Clinging to the fabric of his robe, you squeezed him with all your might as if he could slip through your fingers at any moment. 
“I’m sorry" he cried, his voice cracking as he spoke, “I'm so sorry, for everything” 
“Oh, Obi” you said, the cracks deep in your heart beginning to heal themselves as he held you. 
You embraced each other in silence for what felt like hours, you never wanting the hug to end, panic beginning to build as he slowly began to pull back. Your eyes meet his, tears streaming across his flushed cheeks, a small smile pulling at his lips as he took in your appearance, “I don’t... I don’t know what to say. I... I-” 
“Do you want to come upstairs?” you questioned, your insides begging for him to accept the offer, your heart fluttering at the reply of his small nod. 
You remained silent as you lead the way, you taking the time to control your breathing, your tears coming to a stop as you walked up the stairs to your small loft, him remaining only a step behind you. Opening the door, you allowed him to enter before you locked the door behind you, him awaiting your next move. Passing him, you dragged out the metal stools from your makeshift dining table and sat, him hesitantly doing the same, his eyes never leaving your frame as he did so. 
Sucking in a deep breath, your eyes slowly worked their way to his before you spoke, “What are you doing here?” 
You anticipated his answer, a burn deep inside you praying for him to say the words you desperately wanted to hear, you wishing nothing more than for him to tell you he came to find you, a pang of hurt knocking you when he replied. 
“I’ve come to... get hand of fake ID’s, for myself and the girl. I was told that the owner of this bar would be able to suggest some trust worthy people” 
“The girl?” 
“Leia. She was taken from her home, and I was sent to come find her, though leaving this planet seems harder than I anticipated” 
The name wrung a bell in your mind, you unfamiliar with it, though somehow you felt as though it carried some sense of importance. Your confusion was written all over your features, Obi-Wan clearing the thoughts from your mind as he spoke, “Padmé's daughter... Leia is Luke’s sister” 
A small sting singed your heart, and it was obvious to Obi-Wan the pain you felt recalling the name after all this time, your face contorting slightly as he spoke. 
“Luke, how is he doing?” 
“Growing” Obi-Wan replied, his head dipping to look at the floor as he shifted with slight uncomfortability, “There hasn’t been many signs of him being sensitive to the Force as of yet, but it’s providable that he’ll start showing sometime soon” 
You could hear in his speech that his care for the boy was genuine, the gesture leaving you feeling a concoction of emotions. Although this situation was bringing forth the emotions you’d avoided for so long, knowing the man you’d left in the past had someone he still cared for left you feeling comforted. 
“And what of you?” he asked, his eyes meeting yours once more, his small smile masking the dismay he felt in within himself. 
“There’s not much to say” you laughed bluntly, “I’ve been nowhere else but here. Grelob took me in when I arrived, I knew I could trust him since the day I met him. He offered me shelter, and once I began helping him out with his business downstairs, I ended up never leaving” 
Obi-Wan hummed in reply, his eyes lingering on yours, you speaking once more to prevent yourself from caving in to his gaze, “It isn’t much... but it could be worse. How... how about you?” 
“Besides watching over Luke, there hasn’t been much difference. When the time comes, I hope to train him, but until then it’s just a waiting game. Though, it would be nice to get a break from the Tatooine suns” 
You both scoffed with laughter, you shaking your head as a small smile pulled at your lips. Even after all this time, he still had his wit and charm – some things truly never change. 
Sitting in silence, your eyes hung up on one another's, you desperately searched for something to say. You wanted to keep him entertained as long as possible to bask in his presence without bringing up the topic that floated thickly with tension through the air. You knew he wanted to mention it, you could sense it in his mannerisms, his fingers tapping on his thigh as he watched you. Before you had the chance to question him on another minor topic, he spoke your name, the pit in your stomach expanded at his words. 
“Obi-Wan, we don’t-” 
“I need to tell you how sorry I am, though I don’t believe words can do it justice. I simply cannot express enough the regret’s I carry from that day” 
You sighed as you closed your eyelids, the orbs behind them beginning to burn as tears formed, you completely unprepared for this conversation, yet you had a feeling that this may be your only chance to discuss it, that conclusion enough to push your response. 
“I’ve spent so many years waiting for you to show up, to at least send some form of a signal that you’re still there, but you didn’t. And- and I know you’re not at fault, the way-” 
“I am willing to admit that I am at fault, I've spent every waking day since I let you walk away realising just how incredibly foolish I was to allow it. Though no excuse could make up for it, at the time, I believed I could make up for the guilt and grief Padmé felt if I put her’s and... Anakin's.. children first. I thought it would honour her, and honour who he was. But it wasn’t enough, and I couldn’t see that till it was too late” 
Your chest burned as you fought back the sobs desperate to release themselves, your heart aching at his confession – after all this time, he was beating himself up over it just as much as you were, and as hard as you were on yourself, you couldn’t help but understand he would’ve mentally tortured himself twice as much as you had. 
Attempting to interrupt, he continued his apology, tears spilling onto your cheeks as he resumed. 
“Every day I'd debate coming to find you. There has been an ever-growing fire in my bones urging me to do it... but as the years passed, I'd just assumed you’d be better off without me in your life. After all you’ve gone through, the last thing I'd wish to do is to just show up and disrupt what life you’ve created for yourself” 
“Obi” you finally spoke, your emotions fronting themselves freely as you wailed, his weeping eyes mirroring yours, “I thought the same for you. I’ve battled myself for years on holding back from searching for you on Tatooine, not wanting to spoil your happiness with Luke, with yourself-” 
“I haven’t felt happiness since the day I allowed you to leave me. It’s haunted me, all this time, the image of you walking out of that room. I was selfish, stubborn to toss what we had aside. Nothing in this entire galaxy is as important to me as you are, and I can’t apologise enough for how I allowed that to happen... to break your heart with such an ignorant dismissal” 
“I don’t-” 
“I never thought I'd get the chance to make up for it, to say the words I should’ve said all those years ago, but I won’t let this opportunity - to let you - slip through my fingers again” 
Turning in his seat, he extended his arm towards you, his hand entwining itself with yours as he rested them on your lap, his eyes hopeful as he spoke, “I can’t stay here long. Leia, she’s waiting for me to return, but I know the Force led me here to find you, and I can’t leave here without asking, something I should’ve done when I had the chance. I want you to join me” 
Your heart leapt in your chest, your eye’s widening at his words as you chocked out a barely audible reply, “I... Obi-Wan... I don’t- I don’t-” 
“This time apart hasn’t changed how I feel for you. My love for you still burn’s just as bright, and though I failed to tell you before, no matter your decision, I need you to know now. I love you, just as much as I did the last time I saw you. I’ll continue to love you till my dying breath. If you come with me, we can return to Tatooine, together, and decipher a plan for the future. If you don’t wish to accept, I understand, but I need you to know that I don’t want to spend another day in this galaxy without you by my side” 
Your hand gripped his tightly, his words echoing through your mind as you pondered his request. To jump back into your past – to leave behind the life you’ve tried so hard to rebuild – would be difficult. But as strenuous as it may be, you knew that your life wouldn’t be complete without the man seated beside you, his face beginning to drop from your lack of a reply. 
Finally coming to the realisation, a toothy grin fell on your lips as you gushed your reply, his relieved smile mirroring yours as you spoke, “To spend the rest of my days by your side would be my absolute honour. Of course I’ll join you... I love you, Obi-Wan. There isn’t an amount of time, or distance in this galaxy that could change that" 
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Feeding Alligators 33 - Dream Date
You run into a whole mess of problems. Nothing in Faerun is what it seems and everybody's a goddamn liar.
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A woman stands over you. Short hair, more copper than scarlet, ears loaded with piercings, two barbels glinting on the bridge of her nose. The face is a bit off, and some of the piercings are in the wrong location. But she still looks so much like—
“Sasha?” you say.
Not-Sasha kneels, her hands glowing, fucking eyes glowing. Her voice is urgent, the timbre too low.
“You are transforming,” she says.
Trans…? You’re even more crushingly exhausted than you were before you went to bed. And it’s not just the guilt and turmoil of killing someone and then everything else that happened. Your skin is covered in a sheen of sweat. Your tunic clings to you. Your teeth ache and your bones feel like they’re splintering into shards.
“What?” you say. To your horror, your mouth feels mushy.
Not-Shasha’s hands move. Her face pinches in worry.
That woman on the butthole ship, her face ripped open as tentacles spilled out. They said you melted from the inside, oh god, oh god no, it’s—
But Not-Sasha’s hands are cool as she palms your cheek, runs that palm over your face. The blue glow of what you assume is magic soaks into you. Your entire body seems to settle; tissue firms up. Your teeth reattach their roots back into your jaw and your tongue remembers its shape.
“Who,” you say and sit up. Your body is yours, again. “Oh god. I was…I almost…”
“I came just in time,” Not-Sasha says. “Don’t worry. You won’t become a mindflayer. Not while I’m around.”
And who the fuck is she?
She offers a hand. You hesitate, but take it and let her pull you to your feet.
She’s taller than Sasha—not a difficult accomplishment—but scrawnier. And where Sasha’s eyes are bright, sky blue, this knockoff wannabe’s are sort of hazel.
Thing is, she’s also familiar in her own way. The echo of her voice reverberates in your ears.
The butthole ship. You almost catch the ghost of a memory, a specter out of the corner of your eye. The ship breaking up, spilling out into emptiness. Your mind blanked in sheer terror. You’d screamed, screamed until your air ran out, then sucked in a breath against hurricane winds to scream more. You do not have a visual memory; brain had spooked like a new horse and blanked that right out.
You’d stopped. That part finally surfaces all hazy in the back of your mind. Something had caught you right before you went splat all over the landscape. Kept your skull from smashing like a watermelon.
“I saved you before,” Not-Sasha says. “And I’m here to save you again. I’ll protect you from the tadpole, block the transformation.”
What the fuck how the fuck, you want to say. But Not-Sasha listens to something in the distance, and her face is grim.
“Listen carefully,” she says. “We don’t have time.��
You follow her over to a jumble of rocks, where she pulls a Yoda on and mindwhammies them off into space with a wave of her hand. Revealing a giant fucking skull with flashing lights and some kind of forcefield and a lot of warped screaming.
“There’s a fight for Faerun occurring even now,” she says. “And we are losing.”
Phantoms in space fizzle out of existence. There’s a lot more of them, fighting what looks like a shrinking group of others. Her group?
“But you might be able to change all that,” Not-Sasha says. And then explains.
Something about potential, about the parasite, about its power. Specifically, learning to use its power. Which makes your guts go all hinky like when you see tarantula legs sticking out of the shoe you were two seconds from jamming your foot into. It’s all a bit convenient. And interesting that she would wait until your bones were fucking dissolving to make this little speech at you.
And why the fuck does she look so much like Sasha. That’s the part that skeeves you out the worst.
Something explodes over at the skull. Not-Sasha’s lips press thin (Sasha had a lip ring; this…thing does not).
“The enemy comes,” Not-Sasha says. “You must return. Use the power. It’s the only way.”
And then she does a Jedi hand fling and smacks you right off into space. For the second time in a week, you slam back into your body. Bolt upright and stare at the dark fabric of your tent. The night is quiet, save for the soft sound of canvas flapping gently in the wind.
“Ghaik!” Lae’zel shouts.
***
From what you gather, y’all had the same dream. Seems to be differing opinions, generally landing in camp “GHAIK!” and camp “Astarion looks entirely too thoughtful.” You ain’t sure of the specifics, because the goddamn potion ran the fuck out. You’re reduced to hovering next to the rekindled campfire while half the crew keeps Lae’zel from going full rabies on all y’all.
Gale hands you a mug of tea. You sip that and watch the fuckery, and wish it was a mocha.
Astarion says something and he’s got that goblin grin, and it’s kind of nice to see somebody else take Lae’zel’s cold glare off’a you. Not that Astarion even notices.
All said and done, it’s mid-morning once everybody is all packed up and ready to go. The grove is quiet in the low, morning mist. Dew glints on long grass and the fur of a slumbering bear. No dead bodies, so apparently nobody started revenge killing in the night. Hopefully it stays that way.
You wonder how that’s going to go if the old auntie really is as good as her word. These people and their political clusterfuck, the missing druid, the goblins. What Not-Sasha will do with whatever propaganda Amway bullshit she was trying to sell you.
You’ll still be stuck here, still helpless, and this group will one hundred percent break apart.
You don’t think Wyll will abandon the tieflings here, even after he kills that demon woman. Maybe he’ll let you tag along and, like, wash his clothes or something? Or you can go with the tieflings (though none of them know you at all). Or someone will rescue this Halsin guy and the druids will let you sleep on their metaphorical couch (because they’ve been so welcoming to refugees).
Fuck. Fuck McFuckity fuck.
Still. Better than tentacle-face, regardless of phantom dream douche promises of protection.
What’s gonna happen is gonna happen. You can’t stop it. You can only control your reactions (lying in the mud accomplishes nothing). So you stand by as Gale does his mojo shit. As a purple portal flares open. As Wyll volunteers himself to go through first. And when he doesn’t stumble back, turned to hamburger or screaming with shredded lungs, the others follow.
Until it’s your turn. Gale—Astarion lurking just over his shoulder because he’s waiting for everyone else, isn’t he—gives you a smile and a nod. At least he’s put your dissolved ring to good use.
You step through.
It feels weird. It feels like nothing. Like you just stop. No pulse, no breathing, no thoughts. No you. Then a flash and you have legs and a spleen again. You stumble. Your foot catches something almost squishy and you barely catch yourself from tripping into murky stink water. Turn to see what you stepped on and those are human bodies.
You stare. The others have drawn close, weapons out. Astarion emerges, spots the bodies, and does a kind of hop-skip right over them. Makes a guttural “er?” sound in his throat.
Then Gale’s through—he stops before the bodies—and the portal disappears and y’all are in that fucking swamp with two freshly dead guys who have been torn open and pulled inside out like someone digging impatiently through a coin purse.
This isn’t like the bodies those redcaps left. This is much worse, much more savage. Plus there’s no viscera. These guys got filleted open and somebody scooped out their organs and those organs are nowhere to be seen.
You look at the swamp. Look at the others. Pull out your map and see that yep, you sure are right near the teahouse.
Old Auntie Ethel with her potions and cures. Gandrel coming here for information. Witches and body parts.
Auntie Ethel is the fucking swamp hag, ain’t she.
“Ethel bad,” you say.
Gale’s lips press thin. Then, you assume, “Ethel very bad.”
***
Ethel is, indeed, the hag. And she was, indeed, extremely fucking scary. Especially after she’d given you another dirt potion and then her skin split, spilling queasy, green light and she turned into a fucking swamp monster.
All she wanted for a tadpole extraction was your eye. You didn’t give her so much of a strand of your hair, because that shit is how you pick up fucking familial curses.
There was no sign of Gandrel (or his parts) (you hoped), but there was a miserable looking girl, heavily pregnant, face streaked with cried-over eyeliner.
Y’all should have let it be. But Wyll didn’t get that memo, and honestly? He was right not to. Not that you had any room to judge as your entire contribution to the clusterfuck that followed was whacking a masked guy over the head until he fell, and then systematically breaking both his kneecaps.
The corpse, once she was finally dead, looks smaller than it did in life. Less a big monster, more a collection of dried sticks and moss and swamp grass. You keep your distance (bitch was throwing poison the entire time).
Y’all are battered, bruised, bleeding, or fucking poisoned. And the girl y’all did this for is too busy screaming insults to mind a flock of fucking witch crows (you want to clock her in the mouth so bad, just once).
A crow caws. You think nothing of it until another answers. Then another. More and more, and y’all are now surrounded by a murder of them, standing, staring, and cawing at y’all. Then one launches itself into the air in a burst of black wings and the murder moves.
There’s shouting and flailing (that part from you). And through it all, you notice one crow land on the hag’s head. Hop along her face. There’s something wrong with that bird. Weirdly skinny. Its wing is broken—
Oh.
Oh, nope. Not broken. just rotted halfway off. Feathers missing in clumps to reveal slimy, brown bone beneath. And where its eyes should be are two, empty sockets.
“Oh my god,” you say.
The crow ducks down. Its black beak catches something and it tugs once, twice. Pops something free and lifts…
It’s got one of Ethel’s eyeballs, optical nerve trailing down like a diseased worm. The eyeless crow looks right at you. Cocks its head first one way, then the other, and then throws itself back into the air.
As one, the murder coalesces. Forms a swirling, clacking, coughing cloud that rises like a column of smoke to disappear back the way y’all came. When you look down again, the body is picked clean. You’d only seen the one bird, but somehow, the carcass is stripped down to nothing but bones and rags.
“We should leave right now,” you say.
No one argues.
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kyjoraven · 10 months
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I would love to hear about your Jedi characters' lineages~! (Are any of them connected? Who were their mentors? Do they have apprentices?)
Aww hello anon! You have no idea how happy this question made me. Thank you for asking!
So my Clone Wars era Jedi OCs are Tara, Ohmal, Sarai, and Len. I'll go through each one's lineage below the cut! And yes, this is a long answer to a short question. I just love this stuff sm and the Jedi fascinate me haha.
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TARA'S master was Jedi Master Eeth Koth (who I have a completely healthy obsession with *cough*... I recommend checking out this post I made about why he's one of the coolest Jedi ever). She trained with him from 29-22 BBY (age 13-20).
Eeth Koth's master was the Herglic Jedi Master, Kosul Ayada. Eeth constructed his current lightsaber hilt (which we see in the movies & the Clone Wars) to resemble his fallen Master's.
Master Koth also took another padawan years prior to sitting on the Jedi Council named Sharad Hett, who became a powerful Jedi before he exiled himself to Tatooine and became a Tusken warlord upon learning of a disaster that destroyed his homeworld and killed his family. Sharad's son went on to become Darth Krayt in Legends.
Tara always dreamed of taking on a padawan of her own, but Order 66 happened before she could reach the rank of Master.
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OHMAL'S master was Jedi Master Cin Drallig. He trained with him from 34-25 BBY (age 13-22).
Drallig was trained by Master Yoda himself and later went on to become the Jedi Order's Battlemaster (also known as "swordsmaster" or leading lightsaber combat instructor in the Temple) and head of the Temple Guard while serving as the Temple's Chief of Security. He was killed by Anakin Skywalker in Revenge of the Sith during Order 66.
Ohmal had a padawan in the last 2 years of the Clone Wars named Sarai Yitjuka.
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SARAI'S master was none other than Ohmal Taheed! She became his padawan 21 BBY (1 year into the Clone Wars) and was under his tutelage until 17 BBY where she was killed by Inquisitors on Florrum at age 17.
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LENAL'S master was Jedi Master Adi Gallia. She trained with her from 33-23 BBY (age 12-22).
Little is known about Adi Gallia's master, but Adi herself sat on the Council before being killed by Savage Oppress. In Legends, she also trained a padawan named Siri Tachi.
Len never took a padawan of her own before she was killed at the Temple during Order 66.
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That's it! I hope you enjoyed the little taste of Jedi nerdiness lol. ;) Thank you again for the ask!
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tonberry-yoda · 8 months
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Dewdrops - Asra
notes - Asra brainrot bad dudes. He is so fine and I have been wanting to kiss him all week, so here's a lil fic lol. I hope you enjoy and stay hydrated!! <33 @thearcanagame yall should hire me to write arcana stories haha jkjk... unless tee hee word count - 538 ~~BUY ME A KO-FI (COMMISIONS ARE OPEN)~~
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You woke up delirious, blinking rapidly to get the bright sun out of your eyes. The air felt different than usual. Humid. Cold.
You felt that you were somewhere familiar, but there was also something strange about it.
A dream. Yeah, that was the best way to describe it.
You still couldn't see, so you tried to sit up and block your eyes from the brightness above you. When you sat up, you felt something fall from you, like a weight. But it sounded like you were under water.
What was going on?
You were finally able to see a little bit better after a couple more blinks and saw that you were definitely somewhere dream like. And you looked like you were just lying in a pond.
You tilted you head and tried to stand up, but your legs were much to weak for that.
The water you were in, you noticed, changed from shades of purple to blue and even looked like there was glitter swirling at the bottom.
But what shocked you the most is when you turned next to you to find Asra fast asleep in the pond. There were dewdrops in his hair and falling from his lips.
How the heck did you two end up here?
"Asra." You tried lightly shaking him to wake him up, but nothing. "Asra! Hey, wake up!"
You watched his white eyelashes flutter open until they shut again, probably from the brightness of the sun, if that even was the sun.
You blocked it nonetheless and cupped Asra's face, wiping the water away from the corners of his eyes. "Asra."
His eyes finally opened and he smiled when he saw you. As he sat up - holding you in his lap - water dripped from his clothes and his body.
There was a dewdrop on his lip that looked rather kissable...
"Where are we?" he asked sleepily, rubbing his eye.
"No clue. I thought you would've known, almighty Master Asra."
"Ew," he giggled. "Don't call me that. Just... let me get my bearings. I should be able to tell."
You got off of his lap and tucked his wet hair behind his ear while he looked around.
You both knew where you were. A sprit realm of some kind. But how you got there was beyond you.
"A spell..." Asra slowly began to remember. "Hm. Must've hit us hard."
"You don't think it was me, do you?" you asked frantically.
"No, I don't think so. And even if it was, I guess fate was telling us we needed a nap. Either way," he stood up and stretched, reaching his hand out to yours. "We'll figure it out along the way. Let's get going, yeah?"
You nodded and took his hand, letting him help you up. Your legs were still weak, but with Asra's help, you would be fine.
"You have water on your lips." you told him cheekily.
"Oh? Than why not help get it off." he smirked.
You pressed your lips to his, licking of the water lightly. He held you by the waist and pressed his chest to yours smiling in the kiss.
He didn't have the heart to tell you that you messed up a spell.
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pomplalamoose · 5 months
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Can we please have some luke fluff hc’s?🙏 from any era idc i just love your writing💗
Thank you so much, anon!!! <33
I'm so on board for more lighthearted Luke content to warm our hearts, it's what he deserves🤝🏻
Also I veered into kinda new territory for me; while many of these take place in the Star Wars universe as normal, I included some modern day AU ones too
• the Jedi are taught to take extra care of their clothing and appearance because whenever they're out and about they take on a mostly representative role, whether they want to or not
• this also includes learning how to correctly mend and take care of their belongings
• I don't think that this was at the very front of Luke's education though, Obi-Wan and Yoda really had more pressing conditions to work with
• however, as everyone can clearly see, nobody had to specifically tell Luke about this
• (just look at the man)
• not only did he grow up with maybe one (1) relatively good fitting outfit, I'm also sure that because of this he was taught how to fix holes and re do seams as well as sewing his buttons back on himself
• I'm even convinced he's able to make a simple pair of pants and a shirt from scratch should it be really necessary
• something about the picture of you and Luke sitting together on a warm summer evening or during a winter night and you watching him silently working away is just the peak of domesticity
• he enjoys fixing clothes, especially if by doing so he can do a favor to those he loves
• I think in a way it calms him too
• he'd definitely help out his Padawans with it as well
• I firmly believe he owns a small sewing kit, complete with a thimble
• (maybe two: one he's actually using and a second hand made one out of porcelain because he thinks it's really pretty)
• maybe, in addition and if he has the time, he'd try out similar activities like crocheting, knitting, stitching, etc.
• I don't think he'd be very good at it but everything he crafts is made with love and there is no one around who doesn't appreciate his efforts
• imagine him knitting little socks and hats and scarves for all of his students
• for some reason he really struggles with online tutorials though
• they're always going too fast, he can't see what exactly it is they're showing, and often times they're just overcomplicating really simple steps
• he finds this to be very frustrating
• he probably uses a very (very!) old fashioned book to learn instead
• its margins are full of scribbles of its previous owners and Luke adds his own
• he draws smiley faces next to the patterns he likes most
• Luke is a DIY king
• something that really comes in handy as a Jedi master
• at the very beginning, just at the start of his own academy, he definitely did most of the occurring tasks himself, also including preparing the meals for everyone
• he's a decent cook but I think he'd get really into baking
• baking bread is one of his favorite free time activities
• my sister insists upon the fact that he'd make the absolute best focaccia
• (or its Star Wars equivalent at least)
• he really likes trying out new recipes, especially those he never heard about before
• with varying degrees of success, as some of them are not meant to be made by humans
• but worry not, nothing is getting wasted
• Luke's collection of little fish friends is always happy to eat the remaining crumbs
• (for those that don't know what I'm talking about, check out my other random Luke headcanons if you'd like)
• he has special outfits for his training sessions, including many different shoes
• depending on what or where it is he's practicing, he chooses them carefully
• inside he's wearing soft slippers and soft slippers only, boots are a no go
• it's very much established that Luke is wonderfully emphathetic and always ready to stand by your side, may it be during your period or when you're struggling mentally
• he's still wonderfully emphathetic and caring when you're sick but like, only from very far away
• he'll refuse to come near you if you so much as mention you're not feeling well
• if you have to sneeze or cough even a little bit he's immediately asking whether you've fallen ill or are about to
• just say you feel like you're getting a cold and he's on retreat immediately
• he can't get sick as well!
• he's working with children!!!
• at least one of them is always sick anyways, he can't be contagious under any circumstances!
• he'd feel so bad if he were to be responsible for even more of them suffering
• he feels horrible for not being there for you too though
• so he still does his best
• he prepares warm meals and tea every day and let's R2 deliver them
• he always checks in on you when you're asleep
• he changes your bed sheets while you take a shower or a bath
• he'd totally make a doctor's appointment for you if you're too scared to make the phone call yourself
• he makes sure you're taking your medications
• he pats your back and strokes your hair using the Force
• Luke would absolutely hate quarantine
• at first he'd still be pretty optimistic, thinking it won't be that bad, maybe even fun?
• he'll just meditate a lot, right?
• after all he has mastered his temper now, his patience renowned among his friends and students
• this mindset works at the beginning and for a while he's happy to sleep in for as long as he wants to
• however he forgets about the concept of time quickly enough and soon has no idea what day it is
• when was the last time he had breakfast?
• since he's a very outdoorsy person, always on the move, always doing something, it wouldn't take long until he's getting kinda antsy too
• and while he does enjoy the calm and quiet, he's mostly used to being the center of bustling activities
• soon he takes desperate measures to pass the time, even trying out things he before swore to not be interested in in the slightest
• I see him taking lots and lots of Buzzfeed quizzes
• he texts you about every single result
• one of his first ones was about what kind of animal he'd be and he absolutely hated the outcome
• he eventually ended up making his own quiz because of it
• he likes watching you play video games more than playing them himself
• it's very relaxing to him, especially after a long day at work
• plus he gets to hold you extra close under the pretense of being very interested to see what's going on on screen
• he dozes off pretty quickly though
• while he's happy to let you play whatever you want, I think he has his favorites as well
• Animal Crossing being at the very front
• he loves when you show him your town or island, how you decorated your house and which villagers you're best friends with
• he too would have the newest game, simply because you were missing a few items and he was determined to get them for you
• it would totally escalate during quarantine though, and suddenly he'd have a fully decorated five star island
• (Luke Skywalker plays Animal Crossing with a passion and I'm ready to fight anyone about it)
• for some reason he gets really competitive during Mario Kart and Just Dance
• he unapologetically wins at every single Wii Sports mini game and no matter what you do and how much you practice, he's always better and not in the least bit sorry about it
• he is a Macher™ (please let there be some German fans who know what I'm talking about)
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thechaoticfanartist · 2 months
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The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim + The Clone Wars Episodes
A list of every episode that takes place in TCWGANV
Season 1:
Chapter 1: In A Galaxy Far, Far Away - No Episodes
Chapter 2: A Lesson In Belonging - Intended to reference Anakin's actions in Downfall Of A Droid & Duel Of The Droids but can be taken as Anakin doing anything reckless
Chapter 3: Grim And Ahsoka - Dooku Captured & Gungan General happen mostly in the background
Chapter 4: The Blue Shadow Virus - The Blue Shadow Virus & Mystery Of A Thousand Moons
Chapter 5: Innocents Of Ryloth - Innocents Of Ryloth
Season 2:
Chapter 6: Future Fears - Holocron Heist, Cargo Of Doom (taking place in the background), and Children Of The Force
Chapter 7: Bounty Hunters - Bounty Hunters
(I'm aware that skips several episodes but according to TCW timeline in order that episode takes place earlier in the timeline. It's very confusing I know)
Chapter 8: Learning The Dance - No Episodes
Chapter 9: The Reality - Landing At Point Rain
Chapter 10: Legacy Of Terror - Legacy Of Terror
Chapter 11: Silly Plans And Hopeful Dreams - No Episodes
Chapter 12: The Duchess Of Mandalore - The Mandalore Plot & Voyage Of Temptation (ironically I skipped over the episode I took the chapter name from)
Season 3:
Chapter 13: Truth And Discovery - Overlords, Altar Of Mortis, and Ghosts Of Mortis
Chapter 14: A Secret Kept And A Secret Told - No Episodes
Chapter 15: A Chance To Save - The Citadel, Counterattack, and Citadel Rescue
Season 4:
Chapter 16: A Taste Of Darkness - Darkness On Umbara, The General, Plan Of Dissent, and Carnage Of Krell
Chapter 17: Haunted By Darkness - No Episodes
Chapter 18: Compassion Breaks - Kidnapped, Slaves Of The Republic, and Escape From Kadavo
Chapter 19: The Fixer - No Episodes
Chapter 20: The Moment Of Truth And The Moment To Lie - Deception, Friends And Enemies, The Box, Crisis On Naboo
Chapter 21: Scars And Ghosts - No Episodes
Chapter 22: The Dark's Return - Revenge
Chapter 23: Scars Of A Burden - No Episodes
Season 5:
Chapter 24: Stolen Moments - A War On Two Fronts, Front Runners, The Soft War, Tipping Points
(Again this is slightly out of order episode-wise but according to the timeline these episodes take place first)
Chapter 25: Regrets - Revival
Chapter 26: Death In The Night - The Lawless
Chapter 27: Cracked Hearts - No Episodes
Chapter 28: A Goodbye - Sabotage, The Jedi Who Knew Too Much, To Catch A Jedi, and The Wrong Jedi
Season 6:
Chapter 29: The Final Chance - The Unknown, Conspiracy, Fugitive, and Orders
Season 7:
Chapter 30: A Reunion - Old Friends Not Forgotten (until Ahsoka leaves)
+ Revenge Of The Sith:
Chapter 31: The Beginning - Opening / Battle Over Courscant until reaching Palpatine
Chapter 32: The Game Of Chess - Anakin vs Dooku
Chapter 33: The Endgame - The rest of Palpatine's rescue until "another happy landing"
Chapter 34: Check - Arriving back at Courscant until Anakin joins the Jedi Council
Chapter 35: Checkmate - "Did you ever hear the tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise?"
Chapter 36: The Day Before Night - Anakin & Obi-Wan say goodbye until "Execute Order 66"
Chapter 37: And A Million Voices Cried Out - Order 66 until arrival at the Jedi Temple
Chapter 38: The Ashes Of Our Home - Obi-Wan & Yoda at the Jedi Temple
Chapter 39: The Deaths Of Heroes - Padmé's Plea & The Battle Of Heroes
Chapter 40: A Spark Of Light - The end of Revenge Of The Sith
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summer1012lemon · 1 year
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so cute General Skywalker who wants to see his wife
Padmé. She wasn’t home. He couldn’t see her. Touch her. Hear her laugh. He couldn’t feel her lips on his skin, or her warm sweet breath caress the back of his neck. The reunion he’d dreamed of on the journey back from Kothlis—ruined. Stolen. Carelessly trampled for some stupid, pointless women’s gabfest. So overwhelming was his disappointment that he clenched his own fist and pulverized a cracked and discarded D-D-33 laser turret.
Sacred retreat? What is she thinking? There’s a war on. She’s not supposed to be romping offworld with a bunch of vegetarian navel-gazers. She’s a Galactic Senator, she’s got a job to do here. And I’m here.
And what was the good of him being here if she wasn’t?
Women.
Deprived of his wife’s company, not at all eager to return to the Temple where he’d have to rehash the events on Kothlis and hide from Yoda all trace of his grief for the dead, he’d instead hidden himself in the simplicity of machines.
—— Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth
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sunsetgloom · 8 days
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Jedi High Council members as of 40 BBY:
FULLY CONFIRMABLE (7) Yoda (it's Yoda) Oppo Rancisis (has been there since 232 BBY, still present 32 BBY) Yarael Poof (see above) Eeth Koth (on the Council before Windu according to one source, appointed by 40 BBY according to Wookiepedia) Plo Koon (took over for after Master Tyvokka 44 BBY) Mace Windu (replaced Master Katri at 28, born 72 BBY, joined 44 BBY) Poli Dapatian (can confirm canonically on council at the latest of 41 BBY) PRESUMED (4) Yaddle (presumed due to age and lack of full rosters for prior years) Micah Giiett (died 33 BBY, was a Councilor up to that point, presumed on it for the 7+ years beforehand) Sifo-Dyas (no known join date that I could find, kicked off 33 BBY, presumed on it for the 7+ years beforehand) Saesee Tiin (stark hyperspace war veteran. nothing concrete other than that according to my notes :/) CAN SWITCH BETWEEN ANY (1+) Jor Aerith (died during Order 66 but was not on the Council during the Clone Wars as far as we know. Presumably she retired) Gretz Droom (Jor's padawan. Also not known to be on the Council during the Clone Wars but was a Council member at one point. Presumably retired) Tera Sinube (retired during the 40s. We don't know when exactly, but unlikely it was 40 BBY exactly. I just included him because I forgot about him entirely while trying to work out earlier rosters :/) Even Piell (ehhhhhh this one's iffy. He's definitely on it during TPM but nothing points to him being there before that but TPM takes place 32 BBY and Sifo-Dyas and Micah Giiett made the PRESUMED category so he's here too :/) Adi Gallia (see above) and there you go. all 12(+) Council members during the year 40 BBY
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