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jedimasterbailey · 6 days

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Hello, friend. 🖤🤍📖💀 for the ask game, please. 🙏

Hello there friend 💙💚 Thank you for the ask and thank you for choosing some questions that really make me think 🤔 let’s do this!

Link to the original ask questions below if y’all wanna play along which please do because I love to snoop 👀

🖤- Which character is not as morally good as everyone seems to think?

Dooku and yes I know he’s a Sith Lord and not considered a hero by any means but since the Tales of the Jedi episodes (which I love btw don’t @ me there) but I feel that fandom kinda looks at him like they do with Anakin. That even though Dooku and Anakin have done HORRIBLE INEXCUSABLE crimes that killed so many people and betrayed their loved ones that just because they “had their reasons” then that makes them worthy of sympathy when in reality that shouldn’t be the case. Dooku didn’t do what he did for the greater good or to serve others; he did what he did to serve himself and what he wanted. Dooku knew what the Empire was going to be (I.e. an all human regime that oppress alien races) and yet still went along with it thinking he could rule that regime himself one day. I don’t care that he was hurt by losing Qui-Gon or Obi-Wan; he still hurt and betrayed them regardless. If you ever read the Master and Apprentice book by Claudia Gray, you would come to find out Qui-Gon was 1.) terrified of Dooku because of his very dark actions 2.) Overlooked him for his first Padawan (Aveross I think his name was?) and 3.) Fixated on his own interests over being a proper teacher for Qui-Gon. In short, Dooku is a pretentious self serving privileged man of status and power and that’s that. The moral compass he has is whatever benefits him.

🤍-Which character is not as morally bad as everyone else seems to think?

Mace. Windu. For fucks sake y’all he is NOT a bad man! Had it not been for Anakin’s choices, he would have ended the Clone Wars once and for all and brought peace to the galaxy avenging every single soul who have lost their lives or sacrificed so much in the war that never needed to happen. Anyone who has read the Legends Shatterpoint novel or pay attention to Mace’s actions/words in the Clone Wars show and in the movies can see that Mace is a very admirable Jedi that anyone should look up to. His fighting style is all about using the Dark Side against those who use it which means this man has had to master his own demons for sake of doing good. That is a very rare quality even amongst the Jedi. He stays true to himself and Jedi philosophy within reason despite others trying to sway him. He also raised Depa who we all know is a wonderful woman who went on to teach Kanan who was a great Jedi. So yes, Mace was more than deserving of his rank and if he was such a bad man who come no one in his lineage ever turned to the Dark Side or left the Order? Clearly he was doing something right. And don’t even go down the tone deaf “he was mean to Anakin” route because Mace was always understanding, trusting, and respectful of Anakin, he was just trying to save Anakin from himself. We love and respect Mace Windu in this house 💜

📖-If you had to remove one book from the series, which would you choose?

The Ahsoka book for sure, sorry to those who like it but it’s not for me and that’s okay since not all books are gonna be everyone’s taste. As a Barrissoka stan I can’t stand whatshernuts constantly being up Ahsoka’s ass and causing her problems. Ahsoka was doing just fine on her own trying to survive after very traumatic events, losing everything she knew, and learning to survive in a galaxy that wants you dead for who you are until of course the stupid ass village needed saving. The book could have had a much better plot. The only parts of the book I liked where when Ahsoka was alone in her thoughts processing and trying to decide her next move. We could have had a very healing story much like Obi-Wan did in his show but nope. Furthermore, I’ve got beef with E.K Johnson for many reasons, the major one being that she’s a very ignorant person that tries to be the “white savior” so… yeah not fond of her work, her views of these characters we love so much, or the story she made for Ahsoka.

💀-If you had to choose one major character to die, who would you choose?

Palpatine of course because without out him the entire galaxy would be spared from mass genocide, destruction, pain, suffering, and pure evil. All of our favorite characters would have a much happier ending 😭 we also wouldn’t have dickheads like Tarkin rising to any position of power.

Link to original unpopular opinion asks

#thanks for the ask!#unpopular opinion ask game #star wars

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calamity-aims · 2 years

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omg omg hiii dinluke + "i can't lose you again!"

"But it's stupid!" Luke yells hotly. "You know if you go to Mandalore alone, if you meet her challenge, she'll kill you."

Din's helmet cocks to the side. "Thanks for the vote of confidence," he says dryly.

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

"You think I can't beat Bo Katan, it's a little insulting-"

Luke doesn't even let Din finish. "It's not that. It's that I know she'll do absolutely everything in her power to get her hands on that saber. Including lie. Including cheat. Including setting traps."

"There's no choice. She has Grogu." Din's voice is flat and final.

"Just take me with you," Luke begs. "I know this is Mandalorian business, but please. Take me with you."

Din's helmet looks to the side; Luke doesn't break his gaze from that dark visor.

"It's no place for a Jedi," he says softly. "It's not safe."

Idiot. Luke has gone ahead and fallen for the biggest self-sacrificing moron in the whole galaxy. He reaches out to the idiot's helmet and turns it to face him with gentle pressure.

"I can't lose you again," Luke says, matter-of-fact. "I can't."

The silence stretches between them, full of everything they've said and not, until Din gives the most put-upon sigh Luke's ever heard. Han would be proud.

"Never thought Jedi would be so stubborn," Din grumbles, but his hand comes up to cover Luke's anyway.

#calamity writing #calamity answers #dinluke #din djarin #luke skywalker

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solrika · 2 years

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Continuation of this ficlet.

Raplin had recommended Kallus drink blood from a Force sensitive “if you can get it,” which Kallus had apparently taken to mean “give your crew the slip at mealtime.” Finding him was easy. Getting to him was not. Chopper was still screaming obscenities about stupid, self-sacrificing morons when they finally got the storage room unlocked.

Predictably, Kallus was passed out in the corner.

“At least he took the medicine with him,” Hera sighed.

“Didn’t take it, though,” Zeb replied, pointing to the still-full hyposprays. “What do you think, we handle the fever or the hunger first?”

Hera snorted. “Feed him. He’ll just fight us if he’s conscious.”

“Idiot,” Kanan muttered, pulling up his sleeve. “Zeb--”

“I got him,” Zeb replied, gently lifting Kallus’ limp body into his arms. The man sighed out an unintelligible word, eyes moving restlessly under their lids. They all froze as Kallus shifted his weight, relaxing again when it was just to hitch himself closer to the warmth of Zeb’s chest.

“Kanan, sit,” Hera said. “It’s bad enough Kallus is sick, I don’t need you hitting your head when his venom knocks you out.”

“Yeah, okay.” Kanan settled himself in Kallus’ recently-vacated corner. When Zeb bent down, he stuck his wrist under the vampire’s nose. “Look, agent, a nice tasty Jedi.”

Kallus inhaled. His mouth dropped open the barest amount, eyebrows drawing together. He inhaled again--licked his lips, dropped his jaw further to allow his fangs to slide out. Didn’t bite, just frowned in puzzlement. Slurred out, “...’edaari?”

“No,” Zeb replied, ears flicking back. “It’s Garazeb.”

“Hn.” Kallus nosed at Kanan’s arm, eyes slitting open. “...’arrus?”

“Yeah, and Kanan.”

“Can’t,” Kallus mumbled, and Zeb resisted the urge to beat his head against the wall.

Hera rolled her eyes. Stepping forwards, she grabbed Kanan’s wrist in one hand, the back of Kallus’ neck in the other, and unceremoniously pushed them together. Both men squeaked in surprise--Zeb briefly wished he’d had Chopper film it--and then Kallus’ instincts appeared to take over as his fangs caught.

“Kriff, he really doesn’t bite gentle,” Kanan mumbled, eyelids fluttering. Another second or two, and he was out, slumping back against the wall. Hera shifted so he could lean against her leg.

Absently running her hand over Kanan’s hair, she reached out to help hold his arm steady. Zeb crouched lower to accommodate, careful not to jostle Kallus’ fangs in Kanan’s flesh.

To him, those fangs didn’t hurt worse than any other bite--especially if it was a clean pierce, without tearing--but then Lasats had a thicker hide than most humanoids. And, Zeb reminded himself, humanoids weren’t known for snapping at each other in fights. Likely, this was one of the few times anyone had actually bit Kanan.

“How long do you think it’ll take?” Hera asked.

“Probably just a minute more.” Zeb glanced down at Kallus’ hands, watching the black skin retreat. “Especially since we’ve been keeping him topped up.”

“Good. He needs that fever reducer soon.” She sighed, lekku curling a little in frustration. “I don’t know how he kept himself alive before us.”

Zeb grimaced. “Having less of a conscience probably helped.” Not wanting to dwell on just how Kallus had eaten before the Spectres, he added, “And he said that the ISB had his full medical file.”

“Something to steal,” Hera replied.

Huffing a laugh, Zeb repeated, “Yeah. Something to steal.”

#star wars #star wars fanfic #vampire kallus #kalluzeb

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gch1995 · 2 years

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I swear the apologists get stupider with every take- the scene in TPM where a circle of unsmiling masters picked apart the psyche of a scared slave boy, telling him his fear and love of his mother is a sign of darkness, and reject him to his face was 'therapy' and it was on the child for not understanding.

The Jedi Order had become a very elitist, hypocritical, and and isolating insular cult that produced a lot of deeply dysfunctional adults. Not just Anakin Skywalker, and not just the recruits who went dark. While the Council and the Jedi masters weren’t responsible for the overall actions and crimes of their recruits, and while the Jedi who went dark in the prequels weren’t without their own flaws, I really don’t think the fact that Anakin, Dooku, Barriss, and Ventress went dark in the first place, while their colleagues didn’t, really stems from them being morally “weak” in comparison to Obi-Wan Kenobi, Yoda, and the other Jedi adults of their time either.

Just like them, Obi-Wan, Yoda, Mace-Windu, and the other Jedi adults of their time had no problem being exceedingly hostile towards enemies, being deceitful and manipulative bastards in regards to those who served their own ends, being oppressive, committing war crimes indiscriminately, sacrificing their consciences, and sacrificing their personal agency to corrupt government figures and corrupt authority figures for the “greater good.” Just like Anakin and the other Jedi who went dark, they developed and/or had very arrogant, in-denial, and self-centered personalities.

The biggest difference between Anakin, Dooku, Barriss, and Ventress versus many of the adults of the Jedi they grew up with who didn’t go dark, doesn’t really have much to do with some sort of inherent character defect in the morality in those who went dark versus those who remained in the light in the prequels. It has to do with emotional/mental stability and a lack of awareness of what the world was like outside of just the Jedi Order. Obi-Wan, Yoda, Mace Windu, and many of the other Jedi who grew up in the Order of the prequels developed many of the same flaws that many of the Jedi of their time who went dark developed in the Order, but they remained emotionally/mentally stable and largely complacent in the toxicity of the Order, while Anakin, Dooku, Barriss, and Ventress didn’t because they never really knew what it meant to be have a normal life, relationships, and morality outside of Yoda’s cult. Yeah, they had their own consciences, emotional needs, and individuality, which they learned to disregard to serve Yoda blindly, but it didn’t destroy them trying to fit in because they didn’t think to question the abnormality of it at the same time.

Anakin, Dooku, Barriss, and Ventress went dark because they knew the Jedi Order wasn’t healthy, they knew the outside world, they knew what it was to be normal, and when they realized that it was never going to be this safe task that got them validation when trying to be normal or reach out in in the Order, they tried to do it in secret on the side, while playing lip service to their masters and the Jedi Council in public because their options to do better outside of them had been deeply compromised. That was why they fell, while many other Jedi of their time didn’t. Yeah, in the long run, they committed worse crimes than Obi-Wan and the Jedi Order of their time under Sidious, they weren’t wholly innocent before going dark, but the things that motivated them to fall in the first place didn’t come from having greater character defects than the Jedi of their time who stayed in the Order their whole lives. They came from a place of becoming discontent with an organization they knew was fucked up, which many of their contemporaries could never understand because they had only ever known life inside the Jedi Order.

#Star Wars anon #pt jedi critical #obi wan critical #yoda critical #jedi council fuckery #I don’t think obi wan and the Jedi who stayed in the light as devoted Jedi in the prequels were necessarily morally superior #I really just think they had the luck of not knowing any better and being more emotionally/mentally stable #anakin skywalker #darth vader #Ventress #barriss offee #count dooku #yeah in the long run Anakin’s crimes became worse #but the initial fall didn’t come from Anakin’s morality being lesser than that of obi-wan’s and many of the other adults of the order

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jyndor · 2 years

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Syril is a fictional character. Plenty of people love Vader, even Palpatine and they are both worse. Preference in fictional characters says absolutely nothing about what people would support in real life.

Ah good I've gotten a bunch of new followers recently, so I guess it's time to cull the herd of weirdos who think fiction doesn't influence reality <3 if you don't agree with me, just try to hear me out but if you won't, just unfollow I have no patience for fascism apologia, fictional or otherwise.

When I say stan, I am talking about a fan that defends their fave no matter what. I'm not talking about someone who just finds a character interesting. I do have Opinions about people who watch Andor and find Karn to be the most interesting of the characters because there is a trend of white fans finding the white side character more interesting than leading characters who are racialized as non-white. But to be clear I think Syril Karn is a FASCINATING character. I do. He is a well-written and acted neo-nazi in the making. I'm not talking about people who think he's a compelling character. I'm talking about those who gravitate towards him over a main character who is coded as an immigrant and as indigenous and who, coincidentally, is also sort of written as having a redemption arc of sorts and who we literally see murder an ally in his first scene in Rogue One.

I was just thinking about Vader's fandom. Of course Vader and Palpatine are worse, they're the og Imperial baddies.

I don't know a lot of fans who think Palpatine is good or redeemable though. I know George Lucas had a Stupid Idea about some girlfriend scorning him and then that's why he goes evil... lol that's dumb and I hate it but thankfully that's not canon. There's not a whole lot of people making excuses for Palpatine, or begging for a redemption arc. Why? Because we understand that he is too far gone, that he has crossed a line that he will never come back from. He has no interest in redemption, he is a true believer in his sithy shit. That doesn't mean he isn't a good character or a great villain. He is, of course he is. He's iconic for a reason.

Anakin has a sob story and his stans are annoying tbh - he's got a horrifying background, he was enslaved and his trauma is never really dealt with properly. I have empathy for him. But he is also undeniably not someone people should stan - his views on politics are not great even when he's 19. and then despite all the good he does as a Jedi and the decency he has in his heart, he goes fash and kills a bunch of kids. Commits genocide and then enforces Palpatine's will for decades.

It's interesting that in the original trilogy we don't see him actually doing a whole lot of fascist shit - he holds Leia back from Tarkin as Tarkin commands Alderaan be destroyed, but he's more or less meh on the whole death star thing. He's a fascist because he's an Imperial, but he is focused primarily on Luke most of the trilogy. His arc is not so much about the Empire in the ot is about connecting with a past he thought he lost, connecting with Anakin Skywalker as well as Luke. A father's love for his son, that self-sacrificing love parents should have for their children. The redemption works because Anakin hates what he has become and recognizes that he was the reason he never got to have the family connection he wanted his whole life - he experiences self-awareness and growth, and that is what allows him to break free of the Emperor's control and save Luke - and ultimately save the galaxy. But Anakin's redemption is also only in Luke's eyes. To the rest of the galaxy Darth Vader is a war criminal. He would never be allowed to live in the New Republic. He would have to atone for his crimes. So Anakin has to die on the Death Star, he isn't allowed to just go join up with the Alliance and finish off the Imperial Remnant.

Darth Vader is less overtly in control of the Empire - even in ANH it's fairly obvious that he's not the top dog. It's like, Tarkin is a fabulous character but no one would want him redeemed LOL.

And of course there are people who have faves that are bad people. But I've seen this film before - the Kylo Ren stans come to mind most notably, but yes Anakin stans are weird too. In TFA Kylo Ren was not sympathetic - he had literal royalty for family and a privileged upbringing because of his parentage. He was a mess - violent, angry, cruel and a mess. He was actually a compelling villain at first because he was intended to be a villain - he wasn't some woobified romantic antihero bullshit that he became thanks to R*ylos, Rian Johnson and then ofc JJ Abrams. Kylo Ren was a metaphor for a neo-nazi, even if Disney shied away from precise politics in the sequels.

Redeeming him was ridiculous because the cause for him was the point, not the consequence like it was with Vader. Kylo Ren was a true believer who wanted to finish what Vader started - blah blah comics blah blah books I'm sorry, the movies showed us what they showed us and everything else was damage control to make him more sympathetic.

I don't care what Luke did in TLJ, I don't think it's in character for the guy who thought Vader had good in him, but let's say it's totally in character and makes sense and was wrong. Okay but trauma does not excuse genocide. Trauma does not excuse mass murder. This should be obvious - and of course since you can divorce fiction from reality, anon, I'm sure you wouldn't excuse Kylo Ren's actions.

There is no moment when Kylo Ren, whose whole thing IS the cause, seems to understand that he was wrong to believe in the cause of the Empire and the Dark Side, there is no real redemption. He just thinks Palpatine's granddaughter is hot ig and saves her.

I am not against redemption arcs. I love a good redemption arc WHEN IT WORKS. Zuko in ATLA works because he realizes that he is wrong, he condemns the system he supported as a child and actively works to repair the harms done by him and his ancestors. Vader's works because he kills the Emperor and dies after making amends with Luke (and only with Luke, which again is why Anakin's redemption is a personal one but not a political one).

So why is Anakin's redemption more believable than what someone like Karn's might be? Well for one, we have NO evidence that Karn is even capable of redemption. There is nothing in his actions that signifies a change of belief or conflicting feelings about ideology. He seems to understand that he is in over his head on Ferrix, but this is a man who shows instead all signs of DOUBLING DOWN. Even the ISB officer who shuts Pre-Mor down points out that Karn is PROUD. This is a man who lines up nicely with most of Umberto Eco's 14 characteristics of fascism, which I am planning on writing further about.

What is there to sympathize with? A mom who he has a complicated relationship with? So does Cassian. And yet, people are literally justifying Karn's belief in corporate rule because some cops fucked around and found out. They are writing the very copaganda that the show is actually trying to combat.

Not for nothing it doesn't escape me that the Star Wars fandom has a bit of a problem with fascism, and unfortunately I think that is due to a number of things:

poor media literacy

poor critical thinking skills

poor understanding of history

aesthetic over substance

It has real-world consequences. These people have harassed POC in star wars viciously. They have made fan spaces unsafe for marginalized people. I'm not saying that Karn fans are like the Geeks and Gamers level shit, because I doubt those idiots are even watching Andor.

Fiction impacts real life. I can list the studies that show Black children playing with white dolls and internalizing that Black people are uglier, or stories about how Law and Order: SVU literally has had victims of SA go to police and be re-traumatized when the cops did not support them. I will also never forget that American History X, which is explicitly ANTI FASCIST, has a massive neo-nazi fan base because the fascists look cool. They didn't get the memo because they didn't want to.

Of course it doesn't mean everyone who likes Karn is a neo-nazi, but I wouldn't be surprised if there were a lot of white fans of his who can see themselves more closely in Syril Karn than they can Cassian, and that is concerning given who he is and what he represents, and what he has NO evidence to suggest he ever WILL represent.

Anyway. Fuck Syril Karn stans.

#syril karn #anonymous #asks #answered #fascism #racism #bigotry #police violence #nazism #i mean jfc #if you think im saying hes a bad character you are incapable of critical thinking #im saying he is a bad PERSON #star wars #fandom racism

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myfaveisfuckable · 11 months

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Rants!

Obi wan/grievous: Ok so this is a HUGE crackship and some people are not going to agree but like, Obi-Wan is what comes to mind when you think of the jedi and Grievous hates the jedi as a whole because he believes them to the cause of his mutilation and the suffering of his people, but the jedi are not the ones who did this. Grievous is a pawn in the game of the sith and he doesn't realize that his mind has been altered against his wishes or that he will be desposed of as soon as the war ends. Obi-Wan is a compassionate man and is able to consistently go toe to toe with Grievous, making him a rival Grievous can't help but respect in a weird way (his people are warriors, for all we know, fighting could be a method of flirting to his people yaknow? And obiwan genuienly flirts as a way to throw off his enemies, think of the comedic potential if Obi-Wan didnt realize how MUCH hes been a flirt or if Grevious acctualy gets flustered by it because obiwan is such a competent fighter and IF ONLY HE WASNT THE ENEMY-) If Obi-Wan knew what happened he would have tried to make amends and help his people, and if Grievous learned that it was Dooku (a former jedi turned sith) who turned him into a monster against his will, he'd probably be willing to team up with Obi-Wan to bring down Dooku and the Sith plans for Galactic domination to avenge and to protect his people, and they would be an absolute powerhouse since they are already familiar with eachothers way of fighting and from a writers point of view its filled with so much potential angst and drama, and hijinks, and even enhances the plot and creates parallels between the two that the franchise has never bothered to make and it has so much potential even if they don't fall in love they could be really good friends/partners/allies and if order 66 goes as planned they would be badass rebels its such an overlooked possible dynamic PLEASE 🥺

Dreadwing/Optimus: Ok so they are such a small ship they don't really have a name (which works in their favor considering this competition) but they have SO MUCH angst potential as they are on opposite sides of a million year long war that is leading to the potential extinction of their species, but they have so much in common too!!! They are both Honorable and follow their convictions on what they belive is right. If the studio didn't kill off Dreadwing for stupid reasons, he could have joined Optimus in the fight for what is right they probably could have fallen in love because Dreadwing is not a subordinate to Optimus and doesn't treat him like an untouchable divine being and voices his disagreements with his ideas with reasoninf and nor out of spite, and Optimus is a good leader who treats his underlings like mechs with respect and he's not hooked on space Cocaine like Megatron and he's rational and competent and self sacrificing while Megatron is self serving Dreadwing could totally fall in love with that or at least grow to respect him deeply. Also it could be a catalyst foe the other decepticons to realize something is incredibly wrong with their cause and with Megatron and his blatent instability and the defection of Dreadwing could change the fate of so many beloved characters for the better and they would be a genuinely good pairing and not toxic or gross or concerning but it's still an unknown and unconsidered ship whish is a CRIME

#poll #tournament #transformers #star wars

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the-last-kenobi · 3 years

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*kciks down door* ReQuEsTs?!??! uh, 18. “Is it all right if I hug you?” with Obi-wan and character of your choice (please, this boy needs a hug so bad)

Hugs!!!! What an excellent ask.

Took me forever to pick a character though. I came this close to writing multiple hugs throughout the years but it would’ve been very long...

It’s still long. Whoops.

Note: I skipped the actual sentence and instead went for ✨vibes only✨

(From this various prompts list.)

Obi-Wan is twenty-three standard years old, very nearly twenty-four.

It is a delightful stage of life. (It’s awful.)

He’s growing in independence, so close to Knighthood he can almost taste it. (Is he? Nobody seems to have a clear opinion.)

He’s receiving more and more solo assignments, and on his missions with Master Jinn, the older Jedi makes an effort to at least await the Padawan’s input before making a decision, sometimes even deferring to Obi-Wan’s word. (Only in public, though, is there a sense of equality. Behind the scenes, Obi-Wan is still very much the learner.)

He longs to be free. (He doesn’t want to be alone.)

The confusing clash of thoughts and emotions is, in and of itself, a creator of more clashing emotions, all resulting in a bundle of self-doubt that crouches near his heart, like a greedy bird, picking away at his strength and certainty when he most needs it.

Doesn’t your doubt show you that you’re truly not ready? the pestering creature asks.

Doesn’t your longing for freedom prove you don’t deserve it? it says, tapping against the veins of ice and fear that lie right against the heat of his heart.

Doesn’t your need to be reassured tell you that you’re too hesitant, too weak to be alone?

His desire to fly is wrong. His desire to be sheltered, even more so.

Both together, coexisting in his heart and mind, could quite possibly mean the one thing he had been dreading for over a decade now, the thing older Jedi, real Jedi, had put into words and addressed to his face when he was only twelve, only eleven, only ten.

You are too emotional, they said.

You are overeager, they said.

You are not destined to be a Jedi, Qui-Gon had told him. I will not train you.

He had, in the end, and Obi-Wan has been wondering in the depths of his heart for all these years of it had not been a dreadful mistake. As much as the Force sings in his ears Jedi, Jedi, Jedi, endure, Jedi, Jedi, it felt like everything he touched, everything tangible, argues back failure, weak, selfish, foolish, unwanted, not fit.

Obi-Wan is twenty-three, almost twenty-four, and he is years into adulthood and light years away from proving that he’s capable of handling it.

When will he be Knighted?

Nobody seems to be expecting it from him.

Do they know, he wonders, have they known since the beginning that I am doomed to fail? Has this all been a gracious attempt, a thank you for my actions on Bandomeer, and they have drawn this out and out and out as long as they can?

How much longer can this go on?

Still, there are moments when he is at peace, when Obi-Wan is sure. When he meditates, when he accomplishes something new, when he walks away from an assignment feeling unashamed when he translates his memories into a tidy mission report.

When he has one of his long talks with Master Yoda, or Master Windu, who despite their revered status have taken to talking to him more like a friend than a child, outside of the Council chambers.

When he remembers the Force whispering inside, Jedi Jedi Jedi Jedi, endure, Jedi...

And then, on one of the missions assigned to both himself and his Master - still the overwhelming majority of his assignments - he and Qui-Gon are separated during a violent uprising.

There are bodies in the streets and buildings are aflame; children weep over the bodies of their parents and parents cradle the bodies of their children and scream as if the sound is their only companion left in the world. The standing government has a point, the rebellion has a point, the civilians caught in the crossfire don’t say which point they agree with because they’re too busy screaming and perishing, and Qui-Gon is simply gone.

Obi-Wan, faced with the threat of further bloodshed right here and right now even as the air is still clogged with ash and flame and as another body topples from a rooftop in front of his feet, raises his hand in surrender and calmly proposes a truce, offering himself as a legal hostage against the government that brought the Jedi here.

Obi-Wan is led away with his hands bound behind his back and his lightsaber taken away, and though his face is calm, the furrow between is brow speaks of his inner turmoil, which sounds like tapping against the cracks in his heart and Qui-Gon, where is Master Qui-Gon, I don’t know what I’m doing, if I fail more people will die, if I fail it will be my fault, is this taking charge or stepping aside, am I a leader or a victim?

He spends not days, not weeks, but three standard months as a hostage. He spends a terrible amount of time sitting in a cell and pondering his uselessness, the gravity of his foolishness, but every time someone opens the door and escorts him out to hold parley with the leaders of the rebellion and the ministry of the planet, he holds his head high, tempers his fear, and speaks to them with all he has.

Which is honesty. Humility.

You don’t know what to do, he says. Neither do I.

We all know we must do something. No matter how much blood you spill and how much earth you scorch you will eventually come back here to this table to have this same discussion until either both of you are broken beyond belief or one of you has been crushed, and half your planet’s voice stolen away. And you will have sacrificed two of the Republic’s Jedi along the way, a black mark against whichever victor is left standing.

Or, he says, we choose to pass over the violence and talk here and now, and choose this again and again and again. You have already had your fighting. Your people are already hoping for negotiation.

Are you here for their sakes or to kill them for show?

He does not use these exact words.

He sews them into his brief speeches, hammers in the point sharply when he must, weaves the common thread over and over again.

He knows they fight while he is locked away.

But he believes, from the growing respect in the eyes of these people who hold him both by his and against his will, that he is making a difference. He must be.

And Obi-Wan is twenty-three, very very nearly twenty-four, when he finally walks free to witness the signing of a treaty like this planet has never had before, to witness the formation of a new government, and he discovers not ashes and mass graves when he sees daylight for the first time in three months — but instead, a city and a planet marred only by scattered battlefields, and marked more clearly by the way its people have fought to keep it clean, to keep it safe.

Children race through the streets, unafraid, because they have had real shelter during the war. It has not entered their homes since that first terrible day.

Neighbors from opposing sides of this fight and friends who staked no claim in this war mingle freely. Their smiles are a little hesitant, but they are there.

The dead are all honored equally.

It is leaps and bounds, it is a civilization that propelled itself through years of struggle in three months, and Obi-Wan is awed by them.

He knows it cannot be this way everywhere.

He knows that there will be wars where no one wants to surrender, or where one side will be so certain of their point of view that they would rather raise hell than cease, and he knows there will be people who resist them.

But today it is real.

Obi-Wan looks at his pale and clammy hands, the marks around his wrists where he was so often bound, and feels the way his limbs shake from months of too little sunlight, not quite enough food, and more than his share of fear and doubt and self-recrimination.

As he smiles for a camera that will record this moment forever, he glimpses Qui-Gon amongst the crowd.

Someone explains to him, when he asks, that his Master had been injured during the uprising and spent the first three weeks of Obi-Wan’s captivity in convalescence. The remaining time, he has spent on the sidelines, forced there by his Padawan’s actions. With Obi-Wan a willing hostage, playing negotiator and leverage both, Qui-Gon had no role except to mingle with the people, offer them comfort and aid.

Something Obi-Wan knows his Master loved, but — he had still stolen his Master’s role.

He had thrown himself into a stupid, foolish situation, and how many times had Qui-Gon teased him about playing damsel in distress? And here he has gone and surrendered of his own accord. What would Qui-Gon have done if Obi-Wan had led them all to ruin?

Obi-Wan slowly loses his confidence, his relief, his silver tongue, as the press and the people recede, and he and his Master walk to a room that has been prepared for both of them, as honored guests by this new government.

Qui-Gon says nothing to him.

They walk in silence for twelve minutes.

And then, as soon as the door has shut behind them, Obi-Wan finds himself pulled into a fierce embrace, one of his Master’s hands buried in his hair, Qui-Gon’s chin resting atop his head.

Obi-Wan hesitates.

Does his Master think him a child?

Perhaps Qui-Gon senses his thoughts, because the man pulls away briefly, still holding his Padawan by the shoulders, as if unwilling to let him go completely, else he vanish like smoke.

“Padawan,” Qui-Gon says, and his voice is loud and strong and brimming with warmth that washes over Obi-Wan like sunlight, like water, like an embrace. “Well done, my Padawan.”

And then he is pulled again into Qui-Gon’s comforting arms, and Obi-Wan breathes in and gives in, folding against his teacher like a child, and if a few tears stain Qui-Gon’s robes or drop into Obi-Wan’s hair, neither of them speaks of it.

Obi-Wan lets his Master hold him, lets go of fear and pride and doubt, and finds that he is safe.

#star wars #my writing #star wars fic #obi wan kenobi #qui gon jinn #qui gon and obi wan #master & padawan #padawan obi wan #look they are just a slightly repressed and off kilter #father and son #that is all #hugs #hugs!!!#more hugs needed #tw blood #tw death #tw bomb #tw war #tw child death

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starwarsrebelsincorrectquotes · 2 years

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Sabine: How do I get rid of a stupid self-sacrificing jedi?

Hera: I married mine, do you really think I’d know?

#incorrect star wars rebels quotes #swr #incorrect quotes #sabine wren #hera syndulla #source: tumblr

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maulusque · 3 years

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Clone genetic enhancement ideas

So the clones were genetically enhanced, but i don’t really see any writers (in fanfic or in published stuff) really exploring what that MEANS beyond “clone very stronk”. Here are some ideas that would actually make clones significantly different from just a regular-ass human in peak condition.

-enhanced senses: eyesight, hearing, etc. I’m talking eyes like a HAWK

-better reflexes

-quicker information processing

-can hear sounds of higher and lower frequency than standard humans

-can see light of a broader spectrum than human standard

-learn quicker, retain information and skills better (potential problem: if you learn something the WRONG way, that way might stick really well)

-photographic memory (really useful for memorizing layouts and maps)

-immunity to various diseases

-can tolerate a wider range of temperatures and environments

-increased stamina and strength baseline. Clones can just run full-tilt for hours and hours and be like “ah a nice stroll”. Over long distances, they can out-pace jedi in the same way that humans can out-pace horses.

-higher tolerance of certain poisons/toxins (clones can straight-up drink ethanol, and get maybe a little tipsy)

-bodies respond quickly to physical stress, and slowly to the absence of it (basically, this means that physical conditioning results in stronger muscles and a stronger cardiovascular system really quickly, and it takes MUCH longer for a clone to lose strength and conditioning due to not exercising than standard humans. Think how much valuable training time is saved if they only have to go on a run like, once a month in order to stay in shape)

-increased ability to function through intense pain and acute injuries. Basically, semi-disabling the pain system so it’s less distracting. Probably not good for the survival of the individual in many situations, but an advantage on the battlefield.

-heal faster and better, with fewer long-term complications. Clones can dislocate their shoulders and NOT have the joint be permanently fucked up, because the Kaminoans re-designed the whole damn thing to suck WAY less.

-actually, unique internal anatomy. There’s probably a lot about the human body besides the shoulder joint that is actually just really stupid, and something no intelligent designer would actually build. So the Kaminoans can fix a lot of that stuff. Better knees, maybe. Stronger ribs. Maybe Cody punches droids not just because he’s a mad bastard, but also because his metatarsals are literally as strong as steel.

-Hearing loss/hearing damage? No problem, your ear can regrow those little hair-thingies that help you hear.

-Of course, it takes energy to maintain muscle mass, which is why human bodies lose it if we’re not using it. Clones need significantly more calories than standard humans. However, their digestive systems are enhanced to extract calories and nutrients from food much more efficiently, so food goes much farther. Potential weird side effect: maybe clones only have to poop like, once a week?

-You could probably extend that into increased ability to tolerate long periods without food/on low rations, despite the increased need for calories.

-wouldn’t it be NEAT if the kaminoans somehow designed self-repairing DNA. This would mean that others couldn’t take a DNA sample from a clone and modify it to create their own clones (basically, it protects their product. It’s like DRM for clones). This ALSO means that clones couldn’t get cancer, and that they’d be immune to radiation poisoning. So a clone could just walk up to a sphere of uranium at critical mass and pick it up. Maybe with oven mitts on if it’s hot. (this would also make it harder for a rapid-aging cure to be developed, but uhhhh fanfic writers find a way)

- “bred for obedience” I think most of this would have to be accomplished through tightly-controlled messaging and cultural norms as the clones grow up- basically, enshrining obedience as a desirable and almost sacred trait, to be prized higher than anything else, including the lives of your brothers. In the same way that we hear stories of people sacrificing their lives to protect their loved ones, the clones would grow up hearing stories of soldiers sacrificing their brothers’ lives to obey an order from a superior.

-SOME of the “obedience” thing could be engineered, though. Humans are already super social, but it would probably make sense for the clones to have an even greater need for social bonds. This would make for greater teamwork and coordination, and better unit cohesion, since the clones would be more inclined to prioritize friendship/agreeing with someone over winning an argument. It would also make it so they’d bond with their natural-born generals more easily, so they would obey them not just because they’re supposed to, but because they’d be much quicker to see them as a friend, and someone who’s trust they want to earn, someone they want to incorporate into their group and make happy.

-consequently, clones who find themselves alone do NOT do well. Isolation has a much more profoundly negative impact on clones than on regular humans.

-Originally, clones designed to operate alone or in small teams would not have the social enhancement- ARC troopers, spec-ops teams, etc. There wouldn’t be much of a noticeable difference in everyday interactions, but they’d also be vaguely weirded out by what they interpret as aggressive friendliness from their brothers, and their brothers would think they’re a bit shy and standoffish.

-actually this social modification would make it MUCH harder for clones to kill people. REGULAR HUMANS are already super bad at killing people- i remember reading this article about how as soon as soldiers have to point their weapons at actual people, their aim gets mysteriously much shittier. Even when compared to situations that are exactly the same, except they’re not shooting at other humans. So reconcile this how you will, idk.

-I imagine a lot of these enhancements would be accomplished not through DNA, but through microorganisms. Retroviruses could explain the DNA resistant to modification, and the increased healing speed, and possibly some disease resistance (do i know anything about retroviruses other than a vague concept of what they are? no i do not. will that stop me? also no.) Their metabolism can be partially explained through specially engineered gut microbes.

-not sure how they’d go about making clones “resistant to any stress”, because you can’t exactly turn off the trauma response in the brain without breaking a bunch of other things. They could probably do a bit of fiddling to make clones more resistant to chemical imbalances, and therefore more depression-resistant. I think most of the “stress-resistance” would have to come through training. Either they train the clones to basically suppress everything, which might work alright in the short term. OR they actually have systems in place that help prevent the development of things like PTSD and help treat trauma. Meaning the clones are literally trained in self-care, positive self-talk, talking about their pain with their brothers, and having community rituals around things like death and grief. I don’t think that’s super likely because one thing that’s integral to those concepts is the concept of “i am a person and i have worth, and if i feel angry about something bad happening, that is ok and valid” and considering that a whole lot of bad things happen to the clones all the time and their childhood is a whole boatload of bad all happening at once, i don’t think the kaminoans would want the clones realizing “hey wait a minute i’m a person and i don’t deserve to be treated this way and it’s ok for me to be mad at you”.

- the clones were supposedly engineered to be “less aggressive” but i think there was literally nothing more to that than a cover story for the control chip. The clones wouldn’t be raised with a lot of the aggressive western concept of masculinity, where anger is the default reaction to like, everything, and your personal pride is extremely important and also fragile (no offense lmao). So you wouldn’t have clones posturing and getting angry over perceived slights and fighting each other all the time, like everyone in-universe apparently expects to be the case. Anyway, why would you want your soldiers to be less aggressive? they’re literally supposed to fight and kill the enemy. You want them fully capable of getting angry, anger is the human response to fear and danger that lets us DO something about it.

-obviously the biggest component in how they behave would be how they are raised, but that’s an entirely different post

-Specializations! I imagine that initially, the Kaminoans had different clones with different traits engineered specifically to fill certain roles. However, as the war went on, they struggled to keep up with demand and had to start shoving clones into whatever roles were needed (hence Fives and Echo becoming ARCs, despite not being engineered as ARC troopers).

-Command clones would have better abilities in the executive function parts of the brain that deal with extrapolation, planning ahead, spatial reasoning, etc. They’d also have increased visual pattern recognition (like a pigeon)

-search-and-rescue troops would also have the pigeon pattern recognition abilities. The coast guard literally strapped pigeons to helicopters who would tap a button when they saw orange in the water, because they were better at spotting it than humans. Pigeons can detect cancer in microscope images of cells, because they’re that good at pattern recognition

-Pilots would have hella reflexes, excellent spatial awareness and spatial reasoning skills, much greater ability to process visual information, stronger hearts and blood vessels (to resist greater Gs of force), and they’d also be much shorter, to better fit into a cockpit. Which reminds me of Axe, that poor bastard from Ahsoka’s squadron over Ryloth who was almost eight feet tall. rip poor Axe, how did you even become a pilot, you long bastard.

-medics who can smell certain diseases. If you want to get a little bit out there, make the medics able to purr so they can sooth stressed-out patients.

-infantry would have even greater endurance than everyone else, as well as greater tolerance for, and ability to, remain constantly on alert.

-ability to fall asleep at will? that would be super dope.

-maybe more efficient sleep, so to an adult clone, 4 hours of sleep is genuinely sufficient.

-concept: clones can sort of turn down their bodily functions- slow their digestion, heart, lungs, the whole nine yards- to last longer in adverse conditions. Sort of a half-hibernation (or quarter hibernation- they’d still be able to talk and think, but they’d feel very lethargic). They wouldn’t be able to function very well, but it would be great for things like enduring intense cold, periods without food, low-oxygen environments, and it would be especially useful if you were wounded and waiting for help, since you could slow your circulation, meaning it would take you a lot longer to bleed out. This state could be triggered by a combination of physical actions such as sitting or lying still, breathing slowly and deeply, and focusing on slowing the heart down (humans can actually slow down their hearts consciously if you practice at it, this is basically that, but turned up to like 1100).

-one thing that never made sense to me was the whole “we’re running out of jango fett’s DNA, all the new clones won’t be as good, and we have to stop ventress from stealing the original DNA” because like, can’t they just, get the EXACT SAME DNA from the clones?? you know, the exact genetic copies? With all the enhancements already done? But now my idea is that the kaminoans have engineered the clones so their DNA straight up can’t be copied. The clone’s own body can obviously replicate it, but if you take a sample and try to extract the DNA, it just self-destructs or something. This is to protect their intellectual property, but also means that they literally have to use a couple of Jango Fett’s actual human cells for every single clone they make (and the fact that they then have to do all the above enhancements to every single embryo helps explain why there’s so many small mutations, such as hair color and height). So they kinda shot themselves in the foot with that one.

-of course since things like ADHD and autism have a strong genetic component, the kaminoans could theoretically engineer those out of the clones, but actually FUCK THAT so for whatever reason, that’s just not something they are able to do, and neurodivergent clones are absolutely a thing

#maulusque's stuff #meta #clones

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aspenstarflare · 9 months

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Time for more Clone wars Head Cannon time:

-The 501st and 212th defiantly have bets against each other of the state of Anakin and Padmé’s relationship but also Obi-Wan and Cody’s. Ahsoka, Rex, Waxer, and Boil organizing these bets whenever the two legions are together (of course under the noses, of General Skywalker, General Kenobi, and Commander Cody).

-Kix sleeps literally with one eye open, due to his Jedi trying to escape the medbay every time he falls asleep. Every time he drags them back to bed he always mutters something along the line of “stupid self sacrificing jedi ideology, whoever thought the force was a free pass to self neglect will feel my wrath.”

-Speaking of Kix, the entire 501st and also the 212th by extension are terrified of him, once 10 droid invaded his medical tent and he took them all out on his own without a blaster. He also can single handily drag one of his jedi or troopers to the medbay without effort.

-Fives and Echo, the chaos twins who bring destruction wherever they go, will try to sneak into Anakin’s council meetings get into his line of sight, and try everything that is possible to make him laugh. During one meeting where they are more particularly funny Anakin just stands there in a council meeting trying to be silent and stiff as a board while he’s shaking from laughter and mace goes “Is something funny skywalker?” and fives falls on his head from doing a handstand at that moment and Anakin loses it and bursts out laughing like a maniac but refuses to explain why to the council ever. So for the rest of the history of the council, they all think Anakin finds Yoda going on mission to be kriffin hilarious.

-After tough missions the troopers of the 501st like to huddle together in a cuddle pile (although only Ahsoka calls it that), Ahsoka discovering this one night while they were all sleep in their huddle, hopped into the pile and snuggled up with them as she couldn’t fall asleep because of a nightmare that has her in a panic attack and Anakin was no where to be found. Cut to the next morning Anakin is panicking about where Ahsoka is and bursts into the barracks to ask the troopers if they’ve seen Ahsoka just to find her in the pile of his troopers between Jesse and Fives. He finds the sight too wholesome to disrupt so he takes a picture of it and leaves. Letting his children sleep in. He ends up framing that picture in his quarters much to Ahsoka’s annoyance when she finds it.

-Sometimes when the clones in the 501st have a illness like a cold instead of going to Kix (much to his annoyance) they to to their General. Sometimes they just want General Skywalker’s hugs, reassurance, and help. Appreciating the fatherly presence and warmth he gives them. He also happens to be really good at spotting when his troopers are ill, which Kix does actually appreciate because better they get General Skywalkers help then no help. (And Anakin does eventually tend to bring his sick troop to the medbay to make sure they’re alright)

-Sometimes on missions where locals are around a person or two has flirted with Ahsoka making her annoyed and uncomfortable as most of them tended being men older than her, but even the people who are age appropriate make her uncomfortable too as she isn’t interested in anyone at all. Usually Anakin would cut in and tell them to Kriff off and get away from his Padawan, but this time, Rex, Fives, Echo, Jesse, and Hardcase beat him to it. With Fives punching the 30 year old guy in the face, Echo shoving him to the ground, Jesse kicking him in the side, Hardcase stepping on him hard so he can’t move, and Rex telling him to never speak or go near his little sister again, telling him to kriff off before he faces a fate worse than death. Anakin smiles at them proudly while Ahsoka silently cries happy tears in the background from being called a “little sister” by her vod.

-I believe it’s already canon or a really universal headcanon that the clones speak mando, but I believe once Anakin and especially Ahsoka learn this they are both immensely determined to learn how to speak it, much to the hesitance to the 501st initially, they aren’t sure as it’s something that their’s. But quickly they get really close to both the commander and general and adopt them as their Vod’ika and Buir and teach them a few words until by the near end of the war it escalates to basically the entire language. (Anakin cries a lot when he learns what Buir means)

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stupidfatpenguin · 3 years

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“Do you think it’ll work?”

Luke mulls over the question and watches Grogu by the pond where he skilfully stalks an unsuspecting amphibian, only occasionally halting his pursuit to look to where his father and Luke have escaped the heat in the temple shade, observing them with a hunter’s surveying eyes before returning to his prey.

Not for the first time Luke wonders just what kind of predator this species must be, if they have any natural enemies, and if all are so in tune with the Force as Grogu is and Yoda had been.

“It might.”

Din sighs when he hears the answer, even though Luke had given it with optimism. There is a sort of lingering desperation to him lately that he works hard to conceal, but which only serves to further endear him to Luke, like so many things about him do. But even the Jedi is starting to feel his patience wearing thin.

Grogu’s impression that the marks Din left on him in private moments were hurting Luke had been amusing initially, albeit a little embarrassing. He had thought the youngling’s protective impulse sweet, a reflection of his father’s own near self-sacrificing tendencies, but even Luke had failed to predict the extent of which they would be acted on.

follow up to ‘a healing touch’ read more below the cut, or read the rest on ao3

At first, it was like they had made a game of it: Din’s arsenal of experience and skills as a hunter pitted against Grogu’s stubbornness and control of the Force.

Grogu had quickly realised that the “harm” that befell him happened in the night-time when he could not watch them for any signs of their presumed fighting. Luke had laughed himself stupid when Din had told him about the night in the corridor, when his son had caught him on his way to Luke’s rooms and had consequently begun finding ways to sleep in them to ensure that his father wouldn’t lay hands on him, but the humour had begun to fade when Grogu’s insistence began testing his own restraint.

The other day, the tension built up from their days of unintended abstinence had snapped. They had retorted to hiding away in the hangar once Grogu was put down for a nap, finding each other in greedy moments stolen in Din’s ship and promises given with such fervour Luke could still feel it when he pressed the bruises on his hips that had lingered long after.

The marks had been left with more care, still red and vicious with the evidence of ardour and claim, but below the collar of the tunics and shirts Luke had begun wearing more rigidly—even on the days the heat and humidity was no less than choking.

Of course, even that effort had been in vain when Grogu, the very next day, had climbed Luke’s back to seek his attention, pulled the shirt just so and found the evidence of their rendezvous.

Grogu’s increased vigilance (and the aid of his abilities that he was gaining control over so rapidly Luke had begun to wonder if he drew some sort of motivation from his mislead scheme to “protect” him) had made it even harder to find any sort of respite.

It wasn't that he required the sex—the appeal of the Mandalorian he had invited to his bed went far beyond this after all—but it was, admittedly, nice. To feel wanted, and to feel desired the way he did when Din’s mouth and hands were on his skin, to feel so deeply and overwhelmingly loved the way he did when Din’s eyes stared into his in the aftermath, lax with devotion and bliss.

Now, this silly misunderstanding had made those moments scarce. Standing close was now a cause of scrutiny. A prolonged touch would be cause for distraction or interruption. They couldn’t even attempt to spar—Grogu was quick to pull Din away from him if he ever reached for a weapon. Neither he nor Din could tell how much longer this could go on for.

So he has to try. He will have to try and explain to Grogu that what is between his father and Luke is something good that he doesn’t need protecting from. Something that had over time become something strong and unrelenting, something so bright and infatuating that the only way to describe it with words would be… love.

He glances at Din, tripping nervously beside him, and feels his own love for this man swell in him then. “It might be best if you leave us alone for this. I have a feeling you will be too much of a distraction right now.”

Din looks like he wants to disagree, but his son meets his gaze then with a large, blue frog stuck in sharp teeth, and he thinks that Luke might be right.

“Alright,” he says to Luke. “I’ll be inside if you need me. I should get dinner started.”

He steps close to Luke, as if to kiss him goodbye as he would often do, but now he hesitates, nods instead and goes to do as he has said.

Luke watches him leave and feels an aching bitterness he hasn't really felt before at being denied such a simple thing, and vows then that he must find a way to end this silly misunderstanding—to free Din once more to the whims of his own wants that he had kept locked away so tightly under his beskar, until one day Luke had woken to lips on his shoulder and the helmet had stopped staying on when they were alone, the three of them… or even just the two of them.

He turns to his student and calls out.

“Grogu!”

The child turns to him at once like a magnet to its opposite pole and radiates an admiration and sense of belonging that never fails to make Luke feel like maybe he can be a teacher to this child in spite of all the ways he falls short.

“Come here! I want to ask you something.”

They sit down in the grass as if to meditate, but it is not the depths of the Force they’ll be exploring today.

Luke is suddenly uncertain where to start, wonders just how Grogu comprehends concepts such as family and love beyond his bond to Din… and that really is the key, isn’t it? As if a light clears away the cloudy darkness, it becomes obvious to him that this is one way to go about this.

“Grogu,” he begins, gaining the child’s unwavering attention as he reaches out to him, lets their thoughts and feelings mingle until a clear, unperturbed connection has formed between them.

Master, he senses the thought, laced with anticipation and excitement, but kept calm, as he had likely been taught on Coruscant. Grogu’s mind flashes to a memory that shows that this is indeed true, but before he can tell Luke more of this training Luke sends an impression of Din—of when Luke had first met the two, on the bridge of the Imperial light cruiser to which he had followed Grogu’s call.

“Show me.”

Grogu knows his meaning at once, and his presence fills with feelings and impression, something that had started small and uncertain but had grown and grown, a love so bright and pure and at the centre of it all is Din. The memories flitter by so quickly—some familiar, others are new to him—but in the mass of them is Grogu’s undeniable sentiment. Father. Clan. Safe.

Luke smiles, encouraging. “Yes. That feeling. Remember it well. It is the love that created your bond with him.”

Father. Warm, safe, love. Grogu radiates joy and content, and Luke reflects it, touched deeply by the love between the two, of all they have been through that had brought them together.

“Now,” Luke waits for Grogu to prepare, and then sends an impression of himself. “Show me our bond.”

What happens then is unexpected. It is almost overwhelming. The sense of belonging and gratitude and adoration and awe—and Luke is suddenly beginning to realise that Grogu’s depth of affection towards himself has grown far deeper than he had thought to anticipate.

Love? Grogu suddenly asks, and for a moment Luke is struck silent until it dawns on him that—yes, that is exactly what this is.

“Yes.” He breathes the word between them, but it rings loud and certain over their bond. “This, too… it is not so dissimilar to the way your father loves you.”

Grogu preens with this knowledge, is then a vast sea of impressions of moments between his father and himself, between Grogu and Luke, and they are all filled with such bubbling emotions of warm, safe, happy, love, love, love, that the Force itself seems to hum with them.

Luke stills a laugh that is ready to spill from his chest; he must reign this back onto the path he has set. Focus, little one.

I focus.

Luke marks his approval, and then heeds his own instructions.

“Now. Come search my feelings.”

He bids Grogu come into his own mind, and once he has Luke begins sharing his own impressions of Din up through their time together, careful to filter away any thoughts or feelings that he would not have his young student know, but the aching feelings he holds for Din remains, and his heart is light with them as he lets himself feel them, too, in their purest form.

Grogu, he finds, is focusing carefully, but there is something akin to confusion in him, even as the words in his thoughts appear clear and bright.

Master… love?

“That’s right,” Luke encourages, focusing on the feeling of relief that washes over him whenever Din’s ship enters the atmosphere, chasing away a lingering loneliness he sometimes still struggles to let go of. “What is between your father and I—it is a little different. But this, too, is love.”

The inevitable impression of himself, covered in bruises that seem far larger and more concerning than they do in actuality, flows through their bond.

Father hurt Master Luke.

Luke wonders for a long moment how to possibly go about this.

“He doesn't hurt me,” he says, truthfully. “It’s… it’s how he shows he loves me.”

Confusion continues to flitter through their connection, and Luke decides suddenly what might convey this the best.

He sends an impression of Din leaving. Of his ship breaking the atmosphere and of Grogu watching with his Mudhorn pendant grasped between his hands. Then, he shows an impression of himself, fingers touching the mark on his neck, and sends a pulse of longing and waiting through the bond.

So that I can remember him when he is not here.

The confusion gives way to a a slow dawning of understanding.

Luke wonders at his own resourcefulness.

Grogu retreats fully from his mind, and Luke lets him go, feels like something has changed in him. They sit bathing in the afternoon light, a serene sort of calm between them.

Grogu moves first, gets up and walks slowly over to Luke, who pulls him into his lap when he reaches for him.

“Do you see it now, Grogu?”

The child coos and emits nothing but affirmation, and he begins pulling on the sleeve of Luke’s left arm. Luke humours him, lets him touch and study the skin there… and is too late to stop him when he bites down on his arm with a chomp.

tl;dr: Luke explains love and relationships to Grogu. He succeeds--in a way.

#fic: a healing touch #dinluke #i'm sorry i can't stop #Grogu is too funny #I really just wrote 1.9k words to get to the punchline of this joke #deep sigh #salty writes

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giggles-and-freckles · 3 years

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“Take me instead.” for Cody and ObiWan? But Cody being the one to say it for a change and not ObiWan if you want? :')

(from these prompts)

“We’ll just be going then,” Ventress smiled sweetly, wiggling her fingers toward Cody. “Say hello to Skywalker for me.”

And without thinking, without a plan, without processing anything other than the half-unconscious Jedi forced to his knees in front of him–he stepped forward.

“Take me instead.” he said quickly.

“Cody.” Obi-Wan said hoarsely, his head snapping up from where it had been hanging, blood dripping profusely from his neck. “No.”

“And why,” Ventress drawled, “would my Master have any interest in a clone…” She tilted her head, the same sickening smile stretching wider across her face. “When he could have the great Obi-Wan Kenobi?”

“Because if you take me…” he began, “I’ll tell all my men to stand down. Right here, I’ll…make the call.”

Ventress paused. “All your men…”

“The 212th. And…and the 501st. That’s the entire Republic occupation of the planet and you’ll…it’ll be a Separatist victory.” It was a risk, gambling both companies like that, but he had to believe that if Rex were standing here, he’d understand. That he’d support his friend’s sacrifice.

Not sacrifice. Duty.

“Cody–“ Obi-Wan tried again, but Ventress moved one of her lightsabers closer to his neck.

“Do it,” she said. “Make the call.”

“Release the General,” Cody pressed.

She narrowed her eyes, sizing him up. When she seemed to find new debauchery in his motives, she threw Obi-Wan to the ground, kicking him in the back for good measure.

He groaned in pain, but scrambled to stand immediately. “Cody, you have to–“

“All ground units–hold fire,” he said into his comm before Obi-Wan could do something predictably stupid and self-sacrificing.

There was a pause and then–

“Sir, just confirming…did you say…hold fire?” a voice piped back.

Cody swallowed. “Yes. Hold all fire. We’re…cease all fire.”

Another pause. “Yes sir.”

He looked up at Ventress expectantly. She continued to watch him like a cat, her eyes in narrow slits as she studied him.

“Grab the clone,” she said flippantly as she turned away and began to walk out of the room, her long skirt trailing the ground behind her. Three battle droids stepped forward, and grabbed his arms, their metal parts clamping around his bones.

He fought the instinct to fight them. He could get away–of course he could get away. These were phase two battle droids. Easy work. But–Obi-Wan was in no state to run. And if Cody broke his end of the deal…

He knew Ventress would have no mercy on either of them.

“Cody–“ Obi-Wan managed, even as blood trickled out of his mouth. “What…you–“

“I’m sorry, General,” he said quietly, as the battle droids pushed him out of the room. “It’s what you would have done.”

#my fic #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #writing prompts #and that's all for tonight bc I took some medicine a bit ago and WOWWWW it is kicking in hahahaha #night night my friends

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sunnymiles · 3 years

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febuwhump day 15

prompt 15- “run. don’t look back.”

@febuwhump

They were lost, Anakin and Rex were somewhere else in the tunnel system. Now, it was just Ahsoka and her grandmaster trying to find their escape. This was actually going fairly well, in comparison to their usual escapades.

“You think Rex is tired of Anakin yet?”

Obi-Wan gave her that haughty, disapproving look he had mastered. She knew it meant ‘I do wholeheartedly agree with you, Ahsoka, you great padawan, you. However, my title of Grand-Master does prohibit me from showing this positive affirmation to you in public.’

It was okay, she understood.

He must have picked up on some of those thoughts. The eyebrow raised in her direction seemed to indicate so.

Kriff, she needed to work on her shielding.

If Obi-Wan, ‘Gramps’ her mind lovingly supplied, could pick up on it, then surely Skyguy could.

Obi-Wan snorted his indignation at the nickname. Blast, her concentration was screwed if he was able to pick these thoughts up that easily.

They trudged through the dark for a few more moments, and Ahsoka felt his amusement at her antics. Sneaking a glance at him, only the small smirk tugging at his lips showed it. But she knew.

Might as well change the subject, remind him of his favorite target. Hers too. Anakin was just so easy to make fun of.

“Master…”

He seemed wary of her intent, and while she was flattered, this was truly a harmless question.

“You told me you would tell me about how Anakin actually got the scar.”

“I did, didn’t I?” He kept walking.

She was Anakin’s padawan, they weren’t exactly patient people.

“Well, are you going to tell me?”

Obi-Wan just hummed.

Of course. Finally, a story she actually wanted to hear, and this was how he treated it.

“Ugh, you’re enjoying this too much.” He chuckled at her impatience, but seemed to relent.

“Well, there are some who believe the lightsaber can be used for tasks other than fighting.”

She nodded. There were stories of welders in Coruscant’s underbelly who had bought lightsabers on the black market to use for their work. But what did that have to do with Anakin?

“Some like to experiment with its versatility.” There was a shine in his eyes, and she knew they were getting to the good part.

“Anakin decided to try to shave with his.”

Oh, this was what grandmasters were for.

Her cackling was echoing through the caverns. This was too good. She would have this over her master for years, she’d never let him live it down.

“This is so much better than I ever could have imagined.” Obi-Wan laughed.

“Yes well, Anakin is not known for his”-

He trailed off suddenly, and that was her only warning.

A large scarlet beast came barreling through the wall beside them. Rocks battered her skin with bruises and scrapes.

The beast though. It was the biggest thing Ahsoka had ever seen, rows of yellowing teeth snarling at them. And, was that venom?

Obi-Wan caught the thing in his force grip. His hands were outstretched, but she knew he was already fatigued from the long trek through these tunnels. The beast was massive, and was definitely pushing his abilities. She moved for her lightsabers. They could kill this one with him holding it and her stabbing it, but her montrals picked up what sounded like a stampede coming.

“Master, I-I can sense, there’s more coming! We need to get out of here.”

The animal lunged for them, clicking its jaws menacingly. Ahsoka added her own force-grip to help ward it back. Obi-Wan’s brow was beading with sweat and the rumbling of the incoming beasts was starting to increase in volume.

“Run Ahsoka, don’t look back.”

“Master, I-I’m not going to leave you!”

His arms were shaking with strain. When she released her grip, he wouldn’t be able to keep the monster at bay for long.

“Ahsoka go!”

Blue eyes pleaded with her urgently. Eyes that had guided her, loved her.

He gave her a small nod, his Force presence calming. “It’s alright little one.”

“No-No I can’t, I-I won’t.” The animals were shrieking their approach, the one in their hold writhing desperately at the sound of the call.

“You must.”

He managed to send her a strong “Go” in the force that reverberated in her mind, physically making her leave. Her vision was blurred by tears, but she still managed to catch a last glimpse of her stubborn grandmaster singlehandedly bracing for the creatures and their arrival.

Obi-Wan sent her a small smile, and she let out a sob. There were going to be too many of them- he would be overwhelmed, what was he doing-

Buying her time to get out.

Stupid, self-sacrificing Obi-Wan.

Ahsoka ran out of the cave, his command echoing through her. Go, go, go-

She didn’t turn back when she heard the creatures bust through the wall with a wail.

She didn’t turn back when his lightsaber ignited with a hiss. The normally comforting blue light gleaming forebodingly in the dark cave.

She didn’t turn back when he yelped, but her feet stumbled. The mud was slippery in her hands as she fought for purchase.

The Togrutan part of her wailed its dissent, recognizing a family member in pain. The Jedi in her respected Obi-Wan too much to disobey him.

A low groan. No, he was going to be fine-

Warm peace washed over her in the force. A familiar presence blanketed her in affectionate pride, chasing away her guilt. But that meant-

The creatures’ screech of victory prompted her legs to pump faster, her heart to race. Grief threatened to choke her.

Run, Ahsoka keep going.

So, she did.

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday15 #ahsoka tano #obi-wan kenobi #ahsoka & obi-wan #grandmaster and grandpadawan feels #my fic #i am proud of this one hehe

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fangirlingpuggle · 3 years

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Dumb ‘Through Imperial eyes’ AU where Kallus says he’s staying and Ezra is just like ‘FUCK THAT!’ because he’s been dealing with Zeb’s pining for months!

The other is not good at shielding his mind and has been projecting his hopeless pining and daydreams ALL THE TIME! Zeb’s been dreaming about the ice moon since it happened, there are two Jedi on this ship they both know that Zeb’s head over heels.

And Ezra knows it’s only going to worse if they don’t come back with Kallus now and he is done! He wants the pining to end!

He can also sense Kallus own stupid pining and that he’s literally just as far gone as Zeb is and now he’s being all self sacrificing and it’s just going to make them both worse and Ezra does not have the patience to deal with this anymore.

Just Ezra dragging Kallus back then just throwing him at Zeb ‘ HERE WE BROUGHT YOUR NOTBOYFRIEND BACK NOW JUST KISS ALREADY AND STOP PINING’

#star wars au #star wars rebels #au #kalluzeb #alexsandr kallus #agent kallus #garazeb orrelios #zeb #star wars rebels au #humor #fic prompt #ezra bridger #this is very dumb #star wars

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thewriterowl · 3 years

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Ooo I have one, not necessarily Hope din & luke because we’ve already seen those reactions but, headcanons for Din learning how disastrously terrible Luke is at taking care of himself?? ;) specifically about forgetting to eat/sleep and just always being the first to lay down his own life, etc

Oh man, just in general: Din would try to resist at first. He has a massive protective instinct (kink??) and Luke just being so sweet but self-sacrificing would be a horrible itch but one he refuses to scratch. Luke is a Jedi who has destroyed man army of Dark Troopers (around 60 I believe) when Din barely survived 1. He is massively responsible for the fall of the evil empire. He is an adult. he is clearly wrong and capable. He is probably one of the strongest individuals in the galaxy. He doesn’t need Din and Din is fine with that. He has already taken care of a little womb-rat, he doesn’t need to take on another person to care for.

So, yeah, he may twitch a bit when he finds Luke on the cold ground asleep, who stays out in bad weather or lat into the night cause he loses track of time, who seems to sleep every four days, and who he almost never sees eating anything. But he’s fine. None of his business.

Except it is getting REALLY annoying.

This guy was supposed to be a teacher! A role model for Grogu! And yeah, ok, the idea of Grogu ever missing out on food or a nap was hysterically impossible...but what if he picked up other bad habits? Like...uh...being stupid (and pretty) and well, that’s not acceptable.

So soon Din is knowing where Luke is at almost all times. If he’s in his Jedi quarters, studying, Din gives him five hours to study before he knows he needs to drag the man out or he won’t leave himself until he passes out on the texts. If Din knows where he’s at then he can always find him if he is working himself too hard or has fainted.

Din realizes Luke isn’t trying to avoid food on purpose, he simply does not pay attention to himself and gets lost in his work. So Din has made it that he puts snacks where Luke can spend most of his time in work (in a hanger fixing droids or his ships, his Jedi library, the training grounds, etc.) like he’ll put a little bag of mixed sweet nuts (cause he knows the man will probably eat it if it tastes sweet) in a toolbox so Luke can’t miss it and he can nibble absentmindedly as he works.

Din is a decent enough cook but he’s not amazing. And even if he was, he knows Luke would feel guilty if someone else takes care of him (which makes Din wants to pull his hair out) so he requests certain meals for him and Grogu that comes from Din’s childhood. He says that he can’t cook to get Luke to gook for him but then will make Luke taste throughout so he knows how it should taste when completed. He also (sorta lies) tells Luke Grogu won’t eat his vegetables without someone else doing it first and Din hasn’t taken his helmet off yet, so Luke has to be the one to do it.

He finally starts getting meaner when it comes to sleep. He can only make Luke nap with Grogu so many times. The toddler’s 30 minute naps aren’t enough. So, Din starts demanding he sleeps. If Luke tries to avoid this (he has so much to do! How can he sleep? What if someone gets hurt when he’s asleep?) Din is on the hunt. he’ll find Luke and capture him and tie him up and toss him on the bed to ensure he rests. (this was also inspired by a explicit one-shot Dinluke series).

That...may have become a little too fun than Din would like to admit. Hunting after the wayward Jedi, capturing him, and getting a victory by ensuring he gets a few hours to sleep. And sure there was something bit attractive about having a gorgeous, strong guy on his shoulder having a sulk as he was taken to bed (for sleep but...still)

Soon, Din is realizing Luke responds well to tough (aka Dom!Daddy whooo!) love. He carries guilt to heavily, so he couldn’t pick himself over anyone else. Well, that means someone else needs to decide for him.

Din: Luke, it’s time to eat.

Luke: I’m still working on translating this text. I’m not hungry. It will--

Din: Luke. It’s time to eat. Now.

Luke: ...ok (red in the face for some reason)

So now Din does that for everything and if it doesn’t work it either means Luke is in a very, very stubborn mood or is being playful/bratty and then a game of cat and mouse is on.

Din only gets angry when Luke does something that really endangers himself for the sake of others. Then he is going to really scold and share some tough love that Luke needs to think about the people who love him and what would happen to them if they lost him (I can see this being one of their few arguments cause Luke would say something that he’s not important and people would get over his death...that wasn’t his smartest move in his life)

Din drags Luke to get therapy once a week. it somehow becomes a date because he tempts Luke to do this without fighting because he’ll get something sweet afterwards.

He gets worse when they become an official couple.

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