#also i really enjoy obitine but only as exes

[americankimchi]

thinkin bout how i'm really glad rey wasn't a kenobi. narratively it would've been really fucking funny to have a kenobi spawn right when skywalker shit got real again like some sort of cosmic immune response by the force but like. nah. it wouldn't have made sense.

[zelenacat]

When We Were Young- Chapter 29- An Obitine Story

Satine was shaken awake by Obi-Wan at three-thirty, he was dressed and cleaning up. The Duchess whined for him.

“I wanted to let you sleep,” the Jedi confessed, “but I’ll help you get ready.”

“Ben,” Satine whispered harshly, “I can’t get ready in half an hour!”

“Hurry then.”

The Duchess dressed as quickly as she could with her corset, trying to be patient with Obi-Wan as he fumbled.

“I swear I did it this morning.”

“I know!”

“Stop pressuring me!”

Satine sighed.

“What?”

“Remember when we were young?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“This would happen all the time.”

“Only now,” Obi-Wan tugged, “we’re grown adults with children ourselves, and no Master Qui-Gon.”

“Very true.”

Satine’s hair took longer than it should have, but fortunately, she hadn’t unpacked much. 

“Now I wish Parna had come,” the Duchess whined, “Ben, carry my bags.”

The Jedi sighed, but did as he asked. Jaym met them in the hallway.

“Everyone is worried,” he smiled, “we thought you were dead.”

“Not dead,” Satine assured, “just tired.”

Jaym took the bags from Obi-Wan and headed down the hall. Satine pressed a quick peck on Obi-Wan’s cheek.

“Love you, Darling.”

“I love you too.”

The Duchess ran to catch up with Jaym.

“So-” he began

“No comments,” Satine interrupted, “we’re late.”

They weren’t that late, maybe because Korkie, Tristan, and Mara were goofing off with Ahsoka, but Satine saw Padme’s face.

“Very fashionable entrance,” the Senator smiled as they hugged, “we should’ve known.”

“Time slips away from us.” Satine shrugged.

“Duchess,” Anakin kissed her hand, “I hope you enjoyed your visit.”

“Don’t act so smug, Anakin,” Satine scolded, “and make sure Tyra doesn’t get into too much trouble.”

“I’ll try.”

Satine approached Ahsoka.

“Momdalore!”

“Keep an eye on my twins, will you?”

“Of course.” Ahsoka nodded

Satine turned, “Children, we don’t want to be late.”

It wasn’t till they were sitting down sipping tea that Korkie asked his mother how their father was doing.

“Fine,” Satine raised an eyebrow, “he seemed in a good mood when I left.”

“Honestly, Lady Mother,” Mara sighed, “try to be more subtle.”

“I hid you all from the Jedi Council for your entire lives,” Satine countered, “I would say I’m quite subtle.”

Tristan laughed, “Maybe you’re losing your touch.”

Satine gasped, “Never.”

  There was a small group of reporters waiting for their landing, eager to see the reunion. Tristan hugged his foster parents and put on quite a good show, thanking the Jedi for their rescue. Parna received her niece, though their reception was much less ostentatious.

“And you, Duke, is it good to be home?”

Korkie smiled, “Most certainly, and I would also like to thank our saviors, we really appreciate their kindness and hospitality.”

“Thank you for all the kind wishes we’ve received as well,” the Duchess added,placing a hand on Korkie’s shoulder, “our family is reunited again.”

The press could likely spin that comment, but Satine didn’t mind. She strode past them and into the palace, her children behind her.

“Lady Mother,” Korkie whispered as they climbed the stairs, “am I really just supposed to go back to school?”

Satine frowned, “What do you mean?”

“I want to learn more about what I can do,” he confessed, “and I think I need therapy.”

“So do I,” Mara agreed, “on both counts.”

Tristan also wanted to see a professional, he claimed that the Sith did strange things to your mind, and he definitely needed a break.

“Lady Mother?” “I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more assistance,” she frowned, “I hate what they did to you.”

“The Sith Lord is in custody now,” Korkie smiled sadly, “Maul and Dooku won’t be able to do much.”

“They can still try.” Satine countered.

The Duchess didn’t know how right she was, that night, after Tristan went home to his foster family and Mara to her mentor, Satine and Korkie sat having dinner with her ladies. 

“Let me get some more tea, Your Grace,” Khaami stood, picking up a tray, “I’ll be back.”

Conversation continued until Parna noticed that it had been twenty minutes and Khaami had not returned.

“Why don’t you go check on her,” Satine suggested, “and bring the desert course.”

Parna grinned, “Gladly.”

Korkie was in the middle of complaining about how much schoolwork he’d have to catch up on when the glass doors to the balcony shattered. Both the Duchess and her son jumped up.

“What-”

“Stay where you are,” Dooku growled, “and this will go a lot easier.”

Maul held both Khaami and Parna behind a lightsaber, and Korkie raised his hands.

“Don’t try anything, boy,” the Count snarled, “we’re here for your mother.”

In spite of what Dooku had just said, Satine stepped in front of Korkie.

“We won’t hurt him, Satine, if you come with us.” the Count added, eyes blazing.

Maul growled and the Duchess squeezed her son’s hand.

“Alright,” she exhaled, “but my ladies must be freed as well.”

“No,” the Zabrak snarled, “they come with us.”

“Then why-”

Dooku picked up Satine using the force, clenching her waist with his mind.

“And for good measure,” the Count smiled, “this.”

Korkie flew back and hit his head on the wall, Satine wailed.

“Come on.”

They were prodded onto a ship, and Satine and her ladies had their wrists bound. Huddling the corner of a hull, Parna whispered that her brother could help.

“He’s dead,” Darth Maul called.

“No, Satine,” Dooku frowned, reading the Duchess' thoughts, “Mara wasn’t there.”

“Don’t you dare use her name.” Khaami spat.

“I killed Ursa Wren too,” Maul smiled, “it was great fun.”

Tears welled in Satine’s eyes, Ursa had raised her son for her, and now she was dead because of it.

“You monster!” Parna growled, voice breaking.

“Oh, right, he was your brother,” Maul laughed, “what an interesting family you made.”

Silence filled the ship.

“Where are we going, Kal?”

The Count smiled, “To your enemies.”

“I don’t have enemies.” Satine replied without thinking.

Maul snorted, “If you believe that, Duchess, you’re more naive than we thought.”

Satine retreated inwards? Who could be considered her enemy besides the Sith and the Separatists?

“Pre Vizsla.” the Duchess frowned.

Dooku and Maul didn’t acknowledge her, instead, they maneuvered the ship into the lower levels of Sundari. Satine swallowed, corruption on her planet was fueled by the Vizslas and their desire for war, them and all who followed them. No good would come of this.

“Do you have the prize?” a voice croaked over the radio.

“Yes,” Dooku smiled, “and the ladies.”

“Did you hear that, son,” the voice asked, “they even got the ladies too?”

Raucous laughter burst out from the radio and Satine shrank back. So many voices, so many people.

When they landed, Maul used the force to carry the ladies by their necks and bring them off the ship. The Duchess was greeted by Tarrei Vizsla, grinning maliciously as he shoved a gun to her back.

“Walk,” he ordered.

Satine followed Count Dooku as he made his way through a series of tunnels, bribing guards and telling passers by to spread the word. The Duchess had been caught.

“Ah, Duchess,” Pre Vizsla smiled when Satine arrived, “so good to see you’re looking well.”

The criminals around Vizsla laughed, like a pack of hyenas about to eat.

“Shame on you,” Satine growled, “all of you.”

“The poor Duchess,” Pre Vizsla gave a mock frown, “she thinks she hasn’t been ruining Mandalore.”

“You all should be ashamed of yourselves,” Khaami spat, “treating the Duchess like this, she’s saving Mandalore.”

“Ha,” Tarrei Vizsla laughed, “she degrades our very purpose.”

“And what purpose is that, Tarrei?” Satine asked.

“Restoring Mandalore to her former glory!”

The criminals cheered.

“War will get you nowhere,” Parna disagreed, “and many people will die that would’ve been saved by our Duchess.”

“Your Duchess,” Pre Vizsla growled, “is a Jedi-sympathizing b-”

“If you continue with this,” Satine warned, “know that none of you will survive.”

“On the contrary, Satine,” Count Dooku spoke up, “it is you who won’t survive.”

The Duchess had almost forgotten her ex-fiance was there, so she turned to him.

“What do you plan to do once I am rescued?”

“Bold assumption,” the Count smiled, “though I suppose you have faith in your Jedi lover.”

Satine pretended to be horrified, she had no idea if it worked.

“So it’s true?”

“Most definitely,” Count Dooku nodded, “and they most definitely have children.”

“Who do you think you are,” Parna spat, “making up these lies?”

Count Dooku ignored Satine’s lady and announced that he had a plan to set in motion. The Duchess growled at him as he left. Pre Vizsla turned to face Satine.

“First things first.”

The pain in her cheek appeared out of nowhere and throbbed. Laughter echoed in Satine’s ears.

“How dare you,” Khaami thundered, “how dare you strike the Duchess!”

“Oh no,” a criminal whined, “what are you gonna do about it?”

They were led to a cell and locked in with such flair Satine wondered if there was a camera. Suddenly, Parna burst into tears.

“He’s dead,” she wailed, “dead, dead, dead.”

Satine gripped the cell bars tight.

“I’m sorry, Parna,” Khaami whispered, “I’m so, so sorry.”

”Awful,” Satine shook her head, “these demons deserve hell.”

“Careful, Duchess,” Tarrei Vizsla appeared, “now you sound like one of us.”

Satine growled at him.

“Why are you here?” Khaami spat, holding tight to Parna.

“To guard you, torment you,” the former Count shrugged, “it’s all the same to me.”

Satine glared at the Mandalorian, how dare he identify with her people. Her good people.

“But I do have one question, Duchess,” Vizsla smiled, “are the rumors true.”

Angry, Satine stood and spat in Tarrei’s face.

“You know, I much prefer words.”

“You’re vile, Tarrei,” she barked, “you will regret working with Mandalore’s enemies.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Vizsla raised his hand, “your enemies are my friends.”

“Go away.” Parna sniffed.

The former Count laughed and Satine’s rage fueled. The bars of the cell began to shake.

Tarrei’s eyes went wide, “What-”

Satine glowered at her former ally and the bars shook harder.

“Are you doing this?”

The Duchess let go of the bars and stepped back, but they still wiggled uncomfortably. The eldar Vizsla ran in the opposite direction. The bars stopped shaking as he turned round a corner.

“Satine?” Parna questioned, eyes still red.

“That wasn’t me,” the Duchess shook her head, “honestly, it might’ve been the force.”

Parna snorted.

“You and the force,” Khaami laughed, “allies, who would’ve thought?”

They sat in silence until Tarrei Vizsla returned with his son and three other guards.

“She made the bars shake, it was like,” he gasped, “it was like-”

“Are you a Jedi?”

Satine burst into laughter, completely astonished at the unexpected comment. Parna stared dumbfounded at the criminal who asked while Khaami mocked him.

Pre Vizsla turned to the man, “A Royal Mandalorian Jedi?”

“There’s no other explanation.” Tarrei agreed.

Pre Vizsla looked back at Satine.

“Make the bars shake.”

Satine stared at the man as if he were crazy.

“Well?”

“I can’t.”

“She’s lying.” Tarrei frowned.

Satine gestured, “It wasn’t me!” 

“Son,” the former Count was firm, “it was her.”

Pre Vizsla stared at Satine for a long time.

“What possible explanation is there?” he concluded at last.

The Duchess could think of quite a few reasons, fortunately, no one in front of her was a mind reader.

“Leave them, what can they do?”

Tarrei Vizsla wouldn’t speak to the prisoners for the next three days. When Satine awoke on the fourth day, her neck stiff from sleeping awkwardly, she sat up to the opening of the cell door.

“Come on!”

The Duchess wasn’t expecting to be yanked by her hair, and gave a little yelp when her scalp was pulled.

“Hurry up!” Pre Vizsla barked.

Something must’ve been wrong, and this filled Satine with joy.

“Stop smiling,” Tarrei slapped her, “you’ll regret it.”

Angry, the Duchess growled, but no one seemed to hear her. She and her ladies were being tugged along a back hallway that seemed to have hardly been used. Trash littered the floor and more than once Satine stumbled.

“Hurry!” someone barked.

An explosion boomed in the background, and it rattled the Duchess so much that even when they were in a ship flying away, her teeth still chattered. In the pack, Khaami and Parna huddled together, shoved between boxes of illegal substances. Satine was tied in the back by the fresher, and it smelled awful.

“Oh, suck it up.” Pre Vizsla spat.

There were two other criminals besides the Vizslas, which seemed to be a small group for precious cargo.

“What happened?” Satine asked.

Tarrei Vizsla snorted.

“Like we’d tell you.” a criminal answered.

They had no problem getting off of Mandalore, the Vizslas had too many friends, what shocked Satine was when their ship was shot down while they went to refuel on a desert planet she’d never heard of. It wasn’t a bad crash, seeing as they were caught by a ray and lowered to the ground.

“What-”

The ship door burst open and Khaami screamed. Gruffy looking soldiers with giant weapons entered the ship.

“Ah,” a man, their leader smiled, “fellow criminals I see.”

“What do you want?” Pre Vizsla asked, tone sharp.

“You came to our planet,” the leader gestured wildly, “it’s us who should be asking that question, friends.”

“We’re not our friends.”

Parna gasped, “You’re Hondo Ohnaka?”

The man turned, a smile on his face.

“A prisoner with sensibilities? That’s rare.”

“I’m Parna Supreis,” Satine’s lady began, “and-”

Satine gasped as Parna was gagged.

“Are you,” Hondo grinned, “then you must be the Duchess of Mandalore, no?”

The Duchess watched as he came close, then spat in his face.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Hondo snapped, “men, take them.”

”Now hold on-”

“Who’s in charge here?”

Khaami pointed at the Vizslas, “They are.”

“Then take them too,” the pirate ordered, “the government will likely want them.”

Satine watched in horror as the other two criminals were shot. Only this time, she didn’t feel quite as bad, and that scared her.

“Come on, ladies,” a pirate tugged on their new bonds, “it’s time to go.”

A couple men snickered and dread settled in Satine’s stomach, this was much worse than she had anticipated.

They were forced onto speeders and taken to the pirate hideout, which was much grander on the inside than out.

“Are those Zygerrian rugs?” Satine frowned.

Hondo laughed, “They most certainly are.”

Zygerrian rugs were made by slave labor and very expensive.

“You’re disgusting.” Khaami growled.

“Now, now, that won’t earn you any favors.”

Satine and her ladies were placed in a cell, all tied together at the hip with some glowing contraption. Fortunately, their cell was actually nice. There was nothing to aid in an escape of course, but there were pillows and couches.

“This is for our most distinguished guests.” Hondo smiled proudly.

The Vizslas were put across from them, in a sour smelling hold that reflected on their true nature.

“You’ll regret this, Satine.” Pre Vizsla growled.

“What did I do,” the Duchess asked angrily, “wasn’t this all your fault?”

Hondo laughed, “Enjoy yourselves, friends.”

Satine, Parna, and Khaami all decided that one person should keep watch. Satine had the first slot.

“Duchess.”

Satine jumped backward, “When did you get here?”

“I’ve just had a very interesting call with your sister,” Hondo smiled, “she has captured Count Dooku and is willing to trade him.”

Satine grinned, “You must enjoy having the Count in your custody.”

“Oh, I do,” Hondo nodded, “almost as much as I enjoy having you and your ladies.”

Satine frowned, “When is the trade happening?”

“First,” the pirate held up his hand, “you must choose the two prisoners the Count will replace.”

Satine fumbled for words, “May I conference with my ladies?”

“You may.”

Gently, the Duchess woke her ladies and explained the situation.

“We can’t let the Vizslas go alone,” Khaami whispered, “they could escape.”

“But you both deserve safety.” Satine stated.

“We should definitely send Pre,” Parna decided, “and one of us should accompany him.”

“Oh, Duchess!”

Satine turned.

“If you chose to go, you will be the only one released.” Hondo advised.

The Duchess frowned.

“Parna should go,” Khaami whispered, “guard Pre and give testimony.”

“But-”

“It will give you time to mourn.” Khaami added.

The Duchess announced her decision, and the next day, Parna and Pre were taken outside and Count Dooku was thrown in the cell across from Satine.

“Kal.”

“Satine.”

They did not speak for two days, a stalemate occurring when both sides of the battle were prisoners, but finally, Hondo spoke for them.

“I have to ask,” he began, “how was the engagement party?”

“We never threw one.” Count Dooku answered.

“What, but surely-”

“I throw garden parties all the time, Hondo,” Satiine smiled bitterly, “it’s a natural part of being in charge.” “That I can understand,” the pirate nodded, “I throw parties as well.”

“Do you?” the Duchess asked.

“I do, for instance,” the pirate smiled, “I’m currently throwing a party to celebrate your capture.”

Dooku snorted.

“It’s true,” Hondo opened her cell, “and you’re going to be paraded around.”

Satine ground her teeth as the count laughed.

“Her Grace is royalty,” Khaami gasped, “you will not treat her as some peasant!”

“I shall,” Hondo grinned, “and if you don’t cooperate, your lady will suffer.”

Satine growled, “She has a family.”

“Then you appreciate what you must do.”

Satine swallowed, standing on shaky legs.

“You will regret this.” the Duchess warned.

Hondo rolled his eyes and tugged Satine by her hair into a room that stank of pirates. They laughed at her.

“So this is the Duchess of Mandalore?” one asked.

Satine balled her fists and stared at the voice.

“Angry, aren’t you?”

Suddenly, tremors attacked the ground.

“I am Duchess Satine Kryze of Mandalore, Second of my Name, and Lady Krewella,” the ground shifted, “and you will treat me with respect.”

A pirate snorted and Satine turned her fury on him.

“What is it, peasant,” she asked, “can’t stand being reminded of your place?”

The man would’ve lunged at her had he not fallen on the uneven ground.

Hondo frowned, “Duchess, is that-”

Shaking with fury, Satine shouted, “Silence!” 

Rocks began to fall from the roof. Then it went black. 

“Satine?”

The Duchess groaned Khaami’s name.

“It’s alright, you’re back in the cell.”

It hurt to open her eyes, but Satine managed.

“They think you caused an earthquake.”

“What?”

Dooku groaned.

“Honestly, Satine, you heard what your lady said.”

Khaami helped Satine over to a lounging couch so she could lie down.

“I knew it,” Tarrei shouted, “you are a Jed!”

Satine sighed, Dooku gave the Mandalorians a strange look.

“It’s true,” Vizsla continued, talking to Dooku, “she made the prison bars shake back in Sundari.”

Dooku raised an eyebrow, “Did she?”

“She did.”

“That wasn’t her,” Khaami shook her head, “it was-”

“There’s no other explanation!” Tarrei gestured.

“It sounds like your Jedi-Spawn are helping you from miles away,” Dooku snarled, “the blood of your force-sensitive bastards is within you, and their midichlorians have fused into your body.”

Satine gaped.

“That can’t be true.” Khaami whispered.

“Either that or you’re expecting a force-sensitive child.”

Khaami turned to Satine.

“It’s too early to tell.” she mumbled back.

Vizsla’s eyes went wide, “Kenobi is the father of your children!”

“Oh, please-”

“It is true,” Dooku added, “their force signature is a mix of yours, his, and their own attitudes.”

Satine glanced at Khaami.

“You,” Tarrei pointed, “you’ve been working for the Duchess longer than the Duke of Sundari has been alive, you would know!”

Khaami held up her hands, horrified, “No, no, that’s not true.”

“Is it not?”

No one had noticed Hondo in the corner.

“Because I just did an image search of the Duke of Sundari, and he looks a lot like Kenobi.”

Satine opened her mouth and closed it.

“Why would you care?” she eventually asked, quiet.

“Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi is a dear friend of mine,” Hondo bowed, “it’s an honor to meet the mother of his children.”

Satine swallowed, “Will you tell him I’m here,” Satine asked, “will you let me go?”

“Not cheaply,” Hondo answered, “but he knows you're here, he and Skywalker might come to collect Dooku.”

Khaami walked right up to the bars, “You must let her see him.”

“I’ll think about it,” Hondo hesitated, “I am very interested in this story if you must know.”

“Please,” Satine begged, “please.”

The pirate looked at her once more before leaving.

“Please,” the Duchess yelled, “please!”

It took two months for the Republic to decide what needed to happen, and by then, Satine knew she was pregnant again. Prime Minister Jaru was coming for Tarrei Vizsla, Pre had already been sentenced for life, and it was likely his father would face the same charge. Anakin and Obi-Wan were coming for Dooku, Satine knew lots of money had been exchanged. For some reason, no one had a plan for the Duchess. Korkie had been staunchly advocating for her return, being forced to take on many of her duties and claiming it wasn’t his place to do so. However, the asking price for the Duchess was so high, that Mandalore couldn’t pay it without suffering financially.

“You’re cruel.” Satine decided, speaking to Hondo.

“I might be,” the pirate shrugged, “but business is business.”

[tessiete]

Author Interview Game

Thank you for the tag @kckenobi - Really enjoying these!

Name: tessiete

Fandoms: Right now, we doing Star Wars. And Star Wars is the fandom I’ve been the most prolific in. In the past, though, I’ve written for Star Trek: AOS, X-Files (1 abandoned fic - don’t go there!), Teen Wolf, Kingsman, ER, The Good Wife, and The Haunting of Hill House.

Where you post: Everything is HERE on AO3, our shared home.

Most popular oneshot: A Better Grace

Okay, this surprised even me. Is The Good Wife a really popular fandom? Or am I a really unpopular writer? (It’s the latter). It’s also funny, because like so many of my fics, this is Crack on Malicious Compliance. A prompt - actually possibly @pebblysand? - made a joke about Will Gardner falling in love with himself. So I wrote him as Narcissus…

I thought it was funny XD

Most popular multichap: One Human Thought

This is a Saved From Slavery baby Obi-Wan AU. Like A Better Grace, this was ALSO Crack on Malicious Compliance. @lieutenantmittens wanted a story about Obi-Wan Kenobi as a bed slave of Qui-Gon Jinn, and like...this is what happened. Technically, that is the impression Obi-Wan’s previous captor was convinced Qui-Gon was taking him for. But Qui-Gon would never. And so instead, we have this Jedi Temple as Hogwarts, Obi-Wan “Not a Jedi” Kin’Obi, Father/Son Growing Together fic.

It got away from me...yeah.

Favorite story you’ve written: The Eternal Spring

My baby. My child. The only story for SW that I’ve ever written that I’ve taken seriously. It’s a Padme Lives AU which sees her travelling to Tatooine with a severely traumatised Obi-Wan Kenobi, and her twins. She and Obi-Wan are reeling, and unable to reconcile to the point that after they fight one night, he runs away in a misguided effort to kill the Emperor and end things, leaving her on her own. She gets her shit together, puts a bounty out on Obi-Wan to be brought in warm, hires Boil to fill it, who gets help from Rex and Bo-Katan, who assign him a guide/pilot in Korkie (MY BOY!), and together they drag Obi-Wan’s dramatic ass back to life.

It’s a reimagining of the myth of Psyche and Eros. It’s the first fic I wrote poetry for, the first fic I made con-langs for, and yeah...I just……….it’s probably the closest to how I imagine my Star Wars.

Fic you were nervous to post: A Summer Swift. It’s mine. It’s still under anonymous. But it was the first time I wrote smut (all, like, two paragraphs), and I just...rampant sex IRL is Not My Thing, and it’s not what I go looking for in fic, but I - AGAIN the malicious compliance - promised to write a “realistic coffee shop AU” and was determined to show how depressing this romanticised venue really is.

Definitely get the MOST outrage for that, but not for the reason I thought. Apparently, perpetual mediocrity and eternity in a menial service job depresses people. Who knew. The fact that it’s probably the closest reflection of my actual darkest fears maybe is what makes it...effective?

Of the fic publicly posted under my own name - Everything Grows. It’s an a/b/o QuiObi fic I did for a challenge with @lieutenantmittens because I wanted to see if I could do it. It was...a strange journey. We did a lot of research, asking people what tropes they liked, and reading as many SW a/b/o fics as possible, and by the end, honestly, we were more exhausted than Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon. 10/10 Learning experience. Don’t think I personally nailed it - I would not have gotten anywhere without @lieutenantmittens who did so much of the heavy lifting - and it didn’t really sell me on the trope, but I’m glad I proved I could do it, you know?

How you choose your titles: What’s the theme? → Google “quotes about fatherhood/light/royalty/inheritance/love/hope” → Insert TITLE of ⅔ of the words from that quote.

Ex. Everything Grows (rounder and weirder) = “Everything grows rounder and wider and weirder, and I sit here in the middle of it all and wonder who in the world you will turn out to be.” - Carrie Fisher

One Human Thought = “How DARE you and the rest of your barbarians set fire to my library? Play conqueror all you want, Mighty Caesar! Rape, murder, pillage thousands, even millions of human beings! But neither you nor any other barbarian has the right to destroy one human thought!” - Cleopatra (1963)

The Eternal Spring = “Hope springs eternal in the human breast.” - Alexander Pope

Also poetry. Like…...99% of what I write revolves around poetry. Which is ironic bc I don’t love poetry. I’m not educated in it. But…???

Do you outline? No, not really. I usually wait to come up with the opening line in my head, and then once I have that, I just go. HOWEVER, especially with One Human Thought - since it had no concept when I first conceived it - I’ve found it SO helpful, even necessary, to talk through basic ideas in DMs with my loves. It really speeds up my writing.

Complete: 20/22 of my fics are complete. (Fffff to my X-Files fic)

In progress: One Human Thought. Only, like….three more chapters, I think? Coming down to the wire. Does the structure worry me? Yes. Why is the darkest night of the soul SO close to the climax and resolution???? I don’t know.

Padme’s Chapbook - a zine I’m doing that’s a collection of poems Padme has curated and collected from amongst her friends, with three sort of meta-narratives as well.

Coming soon/not yet started: Silent and So Near. It’s my WWI/Clone Wars fusion fic where Qui-Gon lives, Anakin is not prematurely knighted, and Obi-Wan goes to the frontlines alone. It doesn’t go well. (But it ends...happily?). 

And then an Obitine Double Date fic, with Obi-Wan and Anakin obliviously flirting their way through a Senatorial gala while Satine and Padme run interference and drink.

Prompts: I love prompts but I don’t always do them. The prompts I love are the ones I can twist - the bed slave, obi-wan dressed as padme, falling in love with yourself, sad coffee shop, etc. 

Upcoming Work You’re Most Excited About: Silent and So Near. I love WWI and I’m excited to see if there’s a way of drawing thematic parallels between the idea of the death of a Belle Epoch, of the end of gentlemanly warfare, of war by attrition, of the Industrial Age and the mechanisation of war….all that. 

No pressure tags: @tree-scapes @pebblysand @lieutenantmittens @pomiar @acatbyanothername93 talk to me! ....if you want!

[padme-amitabha]

Hello since you mentioned you are anti Disney are you anti Reylo too? What are your thoughts on other ships

Hmm I wouldn’t exactly call myself an anti Reylo. To be an anti you need to have strong feelings against something and I feel nothing about these two characters and the entire sequel trilogy. Kylo and Rey are so poorly written and underdeveloped characters to the point they feel like blank slates in my mind. So I don’t really care about them getting together. But I’ll acknowledge some parts of their relationship seemed abusive (especially their interaction in TFA) and them getting together after TFA is by no means healthy. Still I’m just not passionate enough to argue against this ship. The only ST ship I like is Finn/Poe because they are cute together have been through a lot together and their relationship could develop over the course of the films.

I’m okay with Jyn/Cassian though they lack solid character traits as well but it’s fine because I think Rogue One was a plot driven movie anyway so fanon works on them are cool. Not sure if it’s an actual ship but I do like C3PO and R2D2 together. With Luke and Obi-Wan, I don’t necessarily think romance is necessary but I’m open to most ships involving them. I do occasionally enjoy Obitine, Codywan and Siriwan. I have a soft spot for Siriwan because of the legends novel ‘Secrets of the Jedi’. If anyone hasn’t read or heard of it, I highly recommend y’all to check it out. I’m fine with Han/Leia though I’m not a big fan of their dynamic (especially in ESB) but I still think it’s great.

Now about the ships I actually don’t like: You can say I’m anti all master/student relationships because I personally just find it really icky. All of the masters and students have big age differences and the masters knew the latter as children/preteens and in some cases raised/groomed them so no. All master/student bonds are meant to be platonic and anything else just feels wrong.

I’m not a big fan of crackships in general neither do I like Anakin/Vader and Padmé being paired with other people. They seem like the only couple who actually matter to the story because without them there would be no Luke and Leia. I love that George based them on Romeo and Juliet while adding bits of Othello/Desdemona to complete the tragedy. I think they only loved each other and just like Anakin’s fate it was destined to happen. I just can’t imagine them loving anyone else. I’m only basing this on the movies; I am not a big fan of TCW nor do I like they created Rush Clovis, a stereotypical clingy ex, just for unnecessary drama and made Anidala unhealthy just because the writers fail to grasp what George intended. I don’t think Anidala is by any means unhealthy or Vaderdala for that matter. I honestly don’t like the distinction because Anakin is Vader at a different point in his life. He made a mistake of choking Padmé on Mustafar because he was unhinged. For the record, he has never been fully mentally stable unlike Kylo Ren as shown in AOTC so you have to keep that in mind. Plus he still regrets doing that to her very much and she’s the first thing he asks about after his surgery. But his actions still break her heart and she loses the will to live. So Vader remains alone with his regrets and in a way this is very fitting because abuse (even if it’s unintentional or accidental) should not be tolerated. Or murder for that matter so even though Anakin’s fall is understandable, karma gets him and he loses everything. I have seen a lot of Anidala fans say Vader and Padmé is toxic but I think it’s only toxic if you make it out to be. I have seen some suitless Vader fics where Padmé is forced to marry him or be with him against her will which is very much abusive. But if Vader still has Anakin’s personality he wouldn’t be abusive at all. Ambitious and power hungry? Definitely but Anakin’s past as a child slave and his mother impacted him deeply. I think he would have respected women even more because of it and definitely wouldn’t force someone to be with him against their will. I dislike how people view Anakin as a saint or like “the good side” of him because it’s the same Anakin who slaughtered the sand people. Viewing him as different from Vader is glossing over his flaws and crimes while undermining his redemption. Vader isn’t a demon possessing Anakin; Vader is Anakin who has no one left and he’s alone and depressed. AOTC Anakin even after his dark moment acted normally with people he cared about (he didn’t exactly lash at Padmé when he returned, did he?) so I don’t think he would have been abusive to Padmé had she lived and I think Padmé would rather die than be abused. If anything Vader would have killed Palpatine much sooner if Padmé was alive.

Anyways there’s only one ship I absolutely despise and it’s a popular dark ship. I don’t think I hate any other ship with such a burning passion and it involves Anakin/Vader and a certain shitty OC from the marvel comics - an unoriginal and trashy character who exists because Disney has given certain writers far too much freedom to write their fanboyish fantasies. So they write a sort of dark Padmé who’s into women but that doesn’t stop them from shamelessly dropping sexual innuendos in every interaction with Vader. The worst thing is the writer pretends it was unintentional while pretending to “discover this ship” and I find it direspectful to the lgbt community that they wrote a character who even though she’s gay is shipped with every male character she interacts with (including Luke), because clearly her preference is not that important. She’s conveniently morally gray too because that way she can team up with both sides. I don’t like any ships where characters have a big age difference and this “dark ship” has about twenty years of it and this OC Smelly Lunatic A*hra is closer to Luke and Leia’s age. She is a mixture of Han Solo, Indiana Jones, Lara Croft, Padmé and even Anakin himself and fangirls over him with plenty of forced and obvious parallels. She even has plot armor and I can’t believe Vader - who kills his own officers for failure - tolerates her when she double crosses him multiple times because Disney is too afraid to kill women especially ones they created to push their own propaganda. Hell she even survives after being thrown into outer space and when she’s alive Vader is a petty villain obsessed with hunting her down and killing her and all these supposedly take place before ESB when I’m sure he had other things on his mind than this one insufferable brat. Even while she’s working for him, he doesn’t hesitate to choke her or use the force to hurt her. He only keeps her around for her skills and it’s not like he cares about hurting her so it’s absolutely toxic but people who ship them seem to think otherwise. She is also allowed to pry on his past and joke around with him which sounds so unrealistic and terrible. To top it off their last interaction involves her, a non force sensitive, trapping him and leaving him to die and giving him some much-needed life advice because she’s clearly very wise and knows better and Vader is an incompetent fool who walked into a trap. Not only does it butcher his character, it makes him a typical and petty villain. I truly can’t express how much I hate this ship and this character. It’s just laughable and insulting to Padmé to think Vader will be with someone else after he believes he killed Padmé or was at least responsible for her death in some way.

(If you happen to like her character or support this ship, feel free to unfollow because all you will ever find in this blog is rants on how terrible the character and the ship is.)

Anyways, there you go that’s my opinion on the SW ships. I’m neutral about the ships I didn’t mention above.