#-proud Padawan

[amarcia]

Guys do you wanna see a piece of writing I did for cirz!!!

21BBY, Mission to Gondagali, Lahara sector. — Meditation is hard in the middle of war

In the Republic Cruiser’s locked cabin, the young Padawan shifts on his floor cushion. The closed durasteel door behind him blocks the sound of the outside making the way his knees brush the floor suddenly seem louder than possible. 

If the Padawan’s master hears the shuffling, she gives no sign for it, no twitch of her brow, no flutter of the eyelids, not a quirk of the fingers. She sits unbothered like moments before, like she’s done for countless minutes, immersed in a meditative trance on the cushion opposite of Cirz.

But Cirz shifts again, unable to contain his impatience. Unlike his master who closed her eyes, he stares at the figure of the older Jedi intently, unblinking almost, as if it can signal his urgency. He hears himself take a breath eager to break the silence 

His master opens her eyes.

“Cirz-”

“Why didn’t you tell me about the battle losses? Shouldn’t I know?” He feels himself lean forward and ball his hands on his knees, discontent threatens to escape him.

In response, he receives silence.

His master suddenly seems tired, with a face thinner than it usually should be. Heaviness rests in the Force around her like some cloak, like wet wool, making Cirz’s shoulders feel heavy with a phantom feeling.

He licks his lip. “We can’t be losing. Are we losing?”

The master replies with the most gentle tone, or perhaps her voice simply lacks strength. “I’m afraid this is what success looks like.“

“Like dead soldiers, master?”

Surprise spills across their bond. Then sadness, the same heaviness. 

Enah brings her hands together. “In war, many people are lost, regardless of the outcome, beings die.” She lets out a sigh, studying the fierceness of her padawan’s gaze. ”The troops you speak of who joined the Force… They have created a path for the remaining Battalions to retake the planet.”

“Then… Then should you not be down there with the men, master? Should you not help them?”

Enah shakes her head. “All of our troops are fighting on the ground. Tell me Cirz, what happens to the relief team we are escorting, if no one stays on the ship to protect them?”

Cirz straightens in the most serious, most determined way an eight year old can be. “I can protect them.” 

Then recognition flickers on his face. His expression deflates, scrunches in a miserable display. “You don’t think I can protect them.”

He waits for his master to deny the claim, but she doesn’t. It hurts him with a burning feeling rising from his belly, just like a death of thousands of men might. If only he had more experience to be useful in a situation like this, perhaps no one would die. But how can he gain more experience, if master Enah keeps sending him away?

“I miss the missions when you trusted me with more.” He mutters.

“I trusted you to follow my plan and stay on the ship with me… Yet, you attempted to leave with the clones, isn’t that so?”

Cirz stirs.

His large eyes drop to the floor. He has no idea how master Enah knows, but it’s true. He approached the Alpha Arc Trooper and tried to talk him into letting him join the operation. This is how he learnt about the many casualties of the campaign. 

Not even from Enah. 

By accident.

As if already knowing all the emotions that rise in the boy, Enah moves closer, reaching to place her hands on Cirz’s tightly closed fists.

“I apologize, Cirz” She says, “My wish was… that you wouldn’t need to witness the war so soon. It is too soon, Padawan, and it is not the galaxy I wished you to see… Yet, it seems the truth has found you, regardless of my intent.”

She gives his hands a gentle squeeze. “Now you can’t turn your back to it.”

Cirz tells himself that of course he won’t turn back. “I’m your Padawan, master. I go where you go. I see what you see”.

“…. No Cirz,” Enah rises at last. Her previous exhaustion seems to have disappeared. “I was in the wrong to bring you here, I see it now… Force help us, when we return home, we will find you more suitable tasks.”

He doesn’t like this decision any better, but before he gets a chance to answer, his master’s comlink signals an incoming transmission. — All droids on the planet Gondagali are deactivated. The relief team can enter the atmosphere.

This means their meditation time is over.

“For now come with me, Padawan. There are still things you can do, which do not involve sending you to the battlefront.”

[curlygirlybitchachos]

Padawan Y/n, with Cody's helmet on their head: I'm the Commander! General here is your lightsaber, again! Come on boys...

Ashoka: very impressive...

Padawan Y/n, shooked: oh maker... Please don't tell Cody.

Ashoka: I already sent him at least 5 pictures.

*Cody getting the message*

Obi-Wan, in bed with Cody: is it something important?

Cody, tearing up: remember me later to get Y/n a helmet.

[its-not-a-pen]

i am so sorry to say this to you, but have you ever considered that maul and jar jar are just garfield and odie in space.

YOU'RE RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT!!! I RESPECT YOUR CLARITY OF VISION.

I think jar jar and jedi!maul would be the perfect odd couple. on the surface they seem like totally disparate personalities, one is an disciplined warrior the other a clumsy clown, but they've both struggled with feelings of inadequacy, childhood trauma and the fear of rejection.

Maul is afraid that he will never truely belong in the jedi order because of his sith upbringing. he's known fear, hatred and pain. He's endured unimaginable suffering as a child and he's afraid that his trauma will make him a ticking timebomb, that there's some hidden darkness in his heart and one day the jedi will see it and cast him out. As a result, he is obsessed with being perfect and irreproachable. It's a defensive mechanism, just like jar-jar's goofiness.

They'll be positive influences for each other, Jar Jar learns to be assertive and Maul learns to loosen up. They learn that you don't have to be perfect to be worthy of love.

Also, the whole catboy vs dogboy personality thing is SOO funny. they LITERALLY cannot communicate with each other when they meet. straight up comedy of errors.

Jar Jar: I HAVE NOT RECIEVED ANY WORDS OF AFFIRMATION SO IM GOING TO ASSUME HE HATES MY GUTS AND WANTS ME DEAD.

Maul: *is frantically slow-blinking and purring, while wearing the galaxy’s most terrifying resting bitch face* this is going great! im going to get a good grade in Friendship, which is normal to want and possible to achieve. Btw this fic is on ao3 now!

[bolithesenate]

Rael

my mans!!

Rael definitely was the strangely charismatic guy that was the first crush of a lot of his agemates. (it brought dooku a lot of grief lol, so many love letters)

[nari-saavos]

family holo :}

[creativesplat]

Padawan and Master. 

[anointedinink]

Do you guys EVER sleep???

master anakin and his padawan obiwan kenobi AU cuz its my absolute favorite!

[eriksdotter]

it’s funny that obi-wan gives anakin shit for jumping off the speeder to catch padme’s assassin but ignores that a few moments ago, anakin witnessed him jumping through padme’s window to catch a droid trying to kill her

[chaoticly-shy-dragon]

besties snarking at one another-

(press the picture for better resolution)

[sinvulkt-moeta]

[renegade-skywalker]

I miss posting about my ocs lol

but the truth is I just have abstract thoughts about them and their character arcs so posting about them doesn't really work and all I can really do to satisfy that itch is write this impossibly long fic about them until the foreshadowing, buildup, and ultimate big reveal all exist somewhere outside my head and then maybe I'll be happy

I could also learn to draw again so there's always that...

[lizzei-archives]

me and @geminaie <3

[charmwasjess]

Lightsaber Theory: Obi-Wan "Sith Lords are Our Specialty" Kenobi consistently loses duels to Dooku not for any reason of technical form mismatch or lack of ability, but because Dooku is not even pretending to try to kill him. Resultantly, Obi-Wan can’t figure out what the fuck is going on when they fight. 

Obi-Wan: (preparing to defend an expected lethal strike) You’ll answer for your enormities, Count!

Dooku: (giving him the lightest love tap on the leg) Don’t be so sure, my special good lineage baby boy, so perfect in my eyes. 

Obi-Wan: …What?

Dooku: What?

Which Dooku and Obi-Wan proud lineage moment is even the most unhinged? There are so many to choose from! Is it Dooku’s frequent inability, both in AotC and TCW, to keep from spontaneously gushing about Sidious’s plans and even his own dark secrets to Obi-Wan?? Is it the time in Labyrinth of Evil where Dooku drags a long-suffering, bored Grievous over to watch a holorecording of Anakin and Obi-Wan thwarting his plans yet again, to point out how beautifully they’re working together as a team and how much he likes watching their lightsaber work evolve? Is it in the recent Brotherhood novel, where Obi-Wan just has to casually namedrop Qui-Gon to get Dooku to do exactly what he wants?

Obi-Wan is a big problem for Sidious in his mission to destabilize and corrupt Anakin, and Sidious knows it. He needs him out of the picture to do the same isolating, evil bullshit that worked so well when ensnaring Dooku himself. But the war has been going on for years now, and guess who remains inconveniently alive? And whose job was that to take care of? Oh yeah. I remember. His useless, Padawan assassin-collecting apprentice: fucking Count Dooku. By the time of RotS, Sidious has specifically ordered Dooku to make fucking sure Obi-Wan is dead only for him to completely ignore the command about a half-dozen times.

Going by the Stover RotS novelization, in the same scene where Dooku also literally refers to Obi-Wan as his fucking grandson actually, add that to our earlier list, Sidious reiterates that KILL OBI-WAN is the plan (over the sound of Dooku’s loud complaining) moments before that final duel.  I kind of wish we’d gotten a shot of Sidious's incredulous, enraged expression as Dooku knocks Obi-Wan unconscious and pins him safely out of the way. He is, once again, going out of his way to not kill Obi-Wan in that duel, and this time directly disobeying his Master to his face after they just had a conversation about it. You just know exactly what Sidious must be thinking at that moment. Oh, Dooku. You are so fucking fired.

[veryrockyraccoon]

So I found a few things like this awhile back but figured I’d share my own thoughts about it.

The Mandalorians thinking of the Jedi as great warriors and to them getting a Jedi in the family was considered a great feat (that no one has managed to achieve yet), they think the Jedi have incredibly high standards, as the great warriors they are should, and continue to follow, flirt with and try to parent Jedi they see.

Meanwhile the Jedi fully believe the Mandos hate them, they specifically warn all younglings to avoid them and it’s one of the first lessons for Padawans.

At one point a Mando sees a Jedi with a Padawan and try’s to compliment the Jedis child rearing skills but they say something like “Your young one is very strong, they would make a great Mandalorian!” Which to the Mando is a compliment and a little bit of flirting, but for the Jedi, who’s already primed to stop someone from kidnapping their padawan because of how popular force-sensitive slaves are (especially those with training who aren’t considered to dangerous, ie Jedi padawans) takes this as a threat and responds with a snarled “Yes they are, and so am I” while projecting every ounce of ‘I’ll beat you black and blue’ they can into the force, the Jedi quickly pulls their padawan close and leaves. Meanwhile the Mando is like “Wow that was hot” and is all proud of themselves for coming up with such a great compliment.

A ton of other shenanigans ensue and it’s great.

Side note I love the idea of the Jedi being very off putting to most others, not in a clear way but a lot of small things (just to fast reflexes, knowing what you’re about to say and responding before you even started etc).

Also here’s a list of reasons Jedi are the perfect spouse to Mandos

They’re great warriors who treat battles as dances, you will never get tired of watching their swirling robes and glowing blades.

They’re amazing with kids, raising their young is a great honor to them.

They stay level headed in the most stressful of situations, remaining competent and calm the entire time.

Their ability to sense danger means they almost always have the upper hand in battle.

Again great fighters, you won’t know true awe until you seen a Jedi cut down a field of enemies in less time then it takes most to fight a small gang.

Anyway these were just some thoughts I had, if anyone has any fic recs with this premise please let me know!!

[kyberled]

PAIN BROTHER HH

@ectochoir​ asked:

“i’m supposed to be the one who protects you from monsters. i’m not supposed to be one.” from ObiDad, because pain. 👀 

He doesn’t look up. He doesn’t want to. 

He’s not sure he can. 

This man is not his master. His master was good, and kind, and gentle. His master was everything a Jedi should be. His master had been a father to him and then some. 

His master had died. 

This man is not his master. But he is. He is, he is, he is, and that just may be the worst part. This is a Sith. This is a murderer. There is blood on this man's hands and it runs thick and crimson and icy through the Force. The same hands that bandaged his scrapes when he was little. Those eyes that had watched him so carefully were yellow, now. The presence that had been warm and comforting felt like ice. But there were cracks in the ice. Moments where Erodus slipped away and Obi-Wan shone through. 

He knew Jedi were supposed to be forgiving. They were supposed to help people who needed them, regardless of who that person was. And he wanted to. He really, really wanted to. 

He wanted his father back. 

But there was so much more at risk than himself. So many more people could be hurt. So much more could be lost. His own misery came second to that. He closes his eyes for just a moment, breathes a slow breath, and steps back from the rayshield. He may not be the one in the cell, but he certainly feels trapped. 

“Well,” he finally says, “that’s up to you to decide, isn’t it?”

[raya-rhaenyra-ahsoka]

It's ironic how Ahsoka was intent on following the no-attachment-rule like,"that shit messed up Anakin, I'm not gonna let that happen to me" kinda thing; and be all "it's better to be alone, nobody can hurt you/you can't hurt anybody" and established the Ahsoka the White/hermit-in-the-woods vibe.

But when Ahsoka and Sabine were in Seatos, they dueled Baylan and Shin respectively. And when Shin returned to the stonehenge like thingy alone, Ahsoka assumed the worst and totally went all Anakin mode on them. She shoved Shin to a monolith hard enough to make her pass out and kicked Baylan in the balls.

Like, You bitches killed my padawan, prepare to die!

I mean if that's not peak disaster lineage energy, I don't know what is. Anakin would be so proud.