#cody the reluctant father figure

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Last Line Challenge

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like).

Thanks for the tag, @shootingstarpilot! Sorry this took so long, I've been all the over place with stress and also writing ideas, big oof

I have a couple ideas that I've been tossing around but I finally gave in and decided to write the time travel fic of my dreams. I write in my head all day, every day and I don't know if this is going to interest anyone, but it interests me and by god, I am going to write my stupid Codywan time travel/dimension travel shenanigans - fix-it

(I forgot the fucking writing, shit--)

Jinn arches an eyebrow and Cody can see the intrigue flicker through his eyes. “You don’t know?” 

“Obviously not.” Cody is impressed at how neutral his voice comes out despite the irritation churning in his stomach. “I don’t even know where I am.” 

Jinn’s eyebrows make a break for his hair line even as he’s shoved aside, a young child squirming their way to the front. Cody leans back as the child leans in, eyes wide as they practically vibrate where they stand. 

“You’re on Tatooine!” 

Cody’s stomach drops out from under him and all he can do is stare. Tatooine? How was he on Tatooine— 

“It looked like lightning spat you out of the sky! One second there was nothing, and then—BOOM—you were on the ground, and you wouldn’t wake up, even with the screaming and Mister Qui-Gon trying to talk to you!” 

Lightning. Fuck. Obi-Wan, what happened— 

Stop.  

Breathe.  

Cody presses the knuckle into the corner of his eye harder and pulls in a careful, measured breath, focusing on the way the air fills his lungs, forcing them to expand in his chest. He digs his free hand into the sand, rubbing the grains against the pads of his fingers.  

Assess. 

He’s—apparently—on Tatooine. A few moments ago, he was not on Tatooine. He had been on Coruscant, walking through the Sith-forsaken hallways of the Senate building to meet with Chancellor Organa. Obi-Wan and Ahsoka were due back from their mission in the Outer Rim and were expected to meet with the council before lunchtime. Cody had been looking forward to lunch. 

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I Stand Here Right Beside You- Chapter 23: Ret'urcye mhi

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Series Summary: CC-2224 had been a good soldier for the Empire its entire existence, never failing a mission assigned to it. But Lord Vader's next mission might do it in: raise and protect Lord Vader's son. CC-2224 was not cut out for childcare. It's a good thing Cody is.

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            They hadn’t left right away, no matter how much Cody’s mind was telling him to get to Obi-wan to see if he was actually alive. No, Luke was exhausted and Cody would admit to being tired too. So they were given a room nearby Wolffe and Rex’s room and Luke almost immediately passed out. Cody pulled the blanket over Luke and settled down on his bed. Blessedly, Cody didn’t have any notable dreams or nightmares.

            In the morning, they were rudely woken up by Cody’s vode. They gave Cody and Luke new sets of clothes in lighter shades of colors. Cody had been given a shirt in a muted 212th orange and a brown flight jacket. Cody was also given a belt fitted with a holster with a blaster and extra ammo. Cody also found one of the packs on the belt had colorful bacta patches meant for children. Cody had glared at Wolffe for that- knowing it was him because of the cartoony wolves printed on the patches. Luke had been given a loose blue and tan, long-sleeved tunic with a brown cloak (that had a hastily embroidered orange message of ‘Kote’s ad’ hidden in the inner collar).

            Cody’s vode led them to the mess hall, where they had a reasonably tasty first meal. Ahsoka and Leia joined them. Cody watched, amused, as Luke and Leia interacted with a new mix of awkwardness but closeness. They got over the awkwardness quickly, pulling Rex, Ahsoka, and Wolffe into a lively conversation about the osik they got into during the Clone Wars. Rex regaled them with the tale of the various times that Ahsoka and Skywalker used the force to launch him across battlefields and once, notably, off a cliff. Luke and Leia were fascinated by the tales of their father when he wasn’t a demagolka.

            “What are the chances that the general has actually been taking good care of himself,” Helix mused, already sounding exhausted at the thought of Obi-wan’s lacking self-care skills.

            Cody chuckled at him. “I’ll do my best to get him in shape before you visit.”

            Helix glared at him. “That doesn’t inspire the hope you think it does. You’re as much as a di’kut as him. It’s a miracle that Luke seems so competent.”

            Cody shrugged and smiled as Luke and Leia burst out in laughter as Ahsoka told her story of pranking Rex with the Domino twins. “’Do as I say, not as I do.’ I learned that from you.”

            Helix punched him in the arm but didn’t argue with him.

            They finished first meal and walked to the hanger, Bail joining them halfway through their walk. Ahsoka led them to a light freighter with two packed bags sitting on the open ramp. Ossea bounded down the ramp, a smile on her face. She pulled Luke into a hug and, despite Cody’s grumbling, pulled Cody into one too.

            “Corrine and I are going to be the ones taking you to Tatooine,” Ossea explained after she was done hugging Cody.

            Despite knowing that his vode would be visiting him, saying goodbye was hard. But he had thought them dead for years, so Cody thinks his reluctance is valid. Luke and Leia were hugging, Leia whispering what Cody assumed to be thinly veiled threats, judging by Luke’s wide eyes. It was good to see them figuring out how to be siblings.

            Bail shook Luke’s hand and patted his shoulder. Bail moved to Cody and, while shaking his hand, said, “Tell Obi-wan Breha, and I said hello. Unfortunately, neither of us can get away with visiting Tatooine.” Cody nodded in understanding and promised Bail he would.

            Cody found himself pulled into a group hug, stuck in the middle between his vode, each of them taking turns giving him a Keldabe kiss and muttering threats of bodily harm. Cody is beginning to think he knows where Leia learned it from.

            “I’m going to try and find more 212th,” Helix told him, after threatening to tranq him if Cody did more than relax with Obi-wan and raise Luke. “Even if I think it’ll be detrimental to my health to find more of those di’kute.”

            “Thank you,” Cody muttered with a smile, knowing Helix was just as worried about their vode as he was. “Keep me updated on who you find.”

            Rex had a few tears in his eyes. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, ori’vod.”

            “I love you too, Rex’ika.”

            Wolffe punched Cody’s arm before hugging him. They didn’t say any words, both of them fully understanding the other. Wolffe was happy for Cody, being reunited with his general. But they both knew there was a bit of bitterness, not negatively aimed at Cody or Obi-wan.

            “Go, get married to your general. Adopt a tooka or something and raise Luke to be a great man,” Wolffe told him after they pulled apart. “You both deserve that happiness.”

            Ahsoka was trying to look happy, but Cody could see how she was biting her lip and fidgeting with her hands. He pulled her into a Keldabe kiss. “It’s going to be ok, al’verd’ika. This isn’t goodbye. We’ll see each other again.”

            Ahsoka sighed and squeezed her eyes shut. “The last time you left, everything went to shit afterward. I know that won’t happen again, but….”

            She trailed off, and Cody understood what she was trying to say. He pulled back and smiled at her. “You’ll just have to visit more often to check in on us, won’t you?”

            She snorted, a smile forming. “You make it sound like I’ll be visiting my retired parents.”

            Cody shrugged. “Tatooine wasn’t my first choice for a retirement home, but I’ll make it work.”

            Ahsoka looked better. “Like you ever considered retirement,” she joked.

            “Kot’ika will rest when he dies,” Wolffe grumbled. “He got it from Fox.”

            They took a moment to silently morn their ori’vod who was likely marching on. Then Helix told Luke that if Cody started to drink more than two cups a caf a day to hide all the caf and sit on Cody until he fell asleep. Luke accepted this mission with a gleeful smile that only a mischievous 13-year-old boy could give.

            Cody felt content with his goodbyes and ‘see you later's and picked up the two bags packed for them. With a final wave, Cody and Luke boarded the ship with Ossea. She led them to the two passenger rooms so they could drop their things off. They were two small rooms containing a bunk, desk, and small dresser. The rooms were connected by a fresher. After Cody set their bags down, they went to the cockpit to strap in for take-off.

            Corrine was doing her final checks, offering a distracted greeting as Cody and Luke sat down. Ossea kissed her cheek before sitting in the co-piolet seat.

            “I’ve never been to Tatooine before,” Ossea said as the ship lifted up and left the hanger. “I think I’m too pale for it.”

            “I packed a lot of sunscreen,” Corrine assured her. “Though with any luck, after dropping them off, our pick-up won’t take too long.”

            “Pick up?” Luke asked as they entered the atmosphere.

            “An old friend who lived on Tatooine passed away recently,” Ossea explained. “She left a message asking us to take in her daughter. So we’re going to pick her up after we drop you off.”

            “Sorry for your loss,” Luke said.

            “It was a long time coming,” Ossea told him. “We’re just worried about how her daughter will be doing.”

            “And about how to take care of a child,” Corrine muttered as she prepared for the hyperspace jump.

            “Well, I have experience in the art of caring for a child from Tatooine who was taken from their guardians,” Cody told them, much to Luke’s amusement. “But don’t ask me for any advice. I’m not completely sure how I did it.”

            “Trial and error,” Luke offered.

            Ossea laughed as the ship jumped into hyperspace. “Sounds like what Corrine’s plan is.”

            “Good luck,” Cody offered, releasing his straps and standing up. He stretched and something popped in his shoulder. “Kids are weird. One time Luke got upset since I wouldn’t let him eat soap.”

            Ossea chuckled at that, and Cody saw Corrine’s suffering look in the reflection of the transparisteel. Luke flushed and lightly kicked Cody’s foot as he stood up. Cody decided to use the fresher and look at what was packed in their bags. As they left the room, Corrine turned around in her chair and gave a small smile.

            “Thank you, Commander.”

            Cody mentally patted himself on the back as they left the room.

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Mando'a translations: osik- shit demagolka- someone who commits atrocities, a real-life monster, a war criminal di'kut- idiot (plural: di'kute) Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum- I love you

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Relationships + tags

Relationships, info, and tags. A WIP that is subject to change as I get feeling for new tags and relationships grow and develop.

Templates:

General:

 ‣ { My Muse Name & Your Muse Name } — ↳ Text

Ship:

[ My Muse Name / Your Muse Name ] — ↳ Text

To be tagged:

‣ { My Muse Name & Your Muse Name} — ↳ To Be Tagged

Character Names:

Char. Name

Friends Muses:

@lavishbylaw

Motherly figure to Lana

Char. Genevieve

‣ { Lana & Gen } — ↳ Running wild and free

@wynterlanding

Landon is the adoptive father to Lana.

Char. Landon

Char. Lance

‣ { Lana & Landon } — ↳ Hush little child dry your eyes

@itsagraywcrld

Eloise is an adoptive mother to Lana. Cody is Lana’s big brother figure.

Char. Eloise

Char. Cody

‣ { Lana & Eloise } — ↳ My arms will hold you keep you safe & warm

‣ { Lana & Cody } — ↳ Wandering child of the earth do you know how much you’re worth?

@wynterlanding + @itsagraywcrld

‣ { Lana & Landon & Eloise & Cody } — ↳ If these walls could talk from the floor to the ceiling they’d be singing

‣ { Lana & Landon & Eloise } — ↳ This child will be folded into their embrace and healed with their love

‣ { Lana & Landon & Cody } — ↳ Like flowers in the cracks down by the rail road tracks wild but in a row

@creation-is-chaos

How to even describe Corvus and Lana’s relationship. Corvus would kill for her and won’t hurt her and she wants to make him flower crowns. Yeah. That.

Char. Corvus

‣ { Lana & Corvus } — ↳  Little one you just need to behave

‣ { Sarah & Corvus } — ↳  I am anything but weak the thunder trembles when I speak

‣ { Lana & Sarah & Corvus } — ↳ Hands of our children not yet covered in this blood

@ruthlessnessisyourdesire

Mayson’s biological father.

Char. Sixty

Char. Caleb

‣ { Ava & Mayson & Caleb } — ↳ You look just like dad but your moms eyes the same

‣ { Ava & Caleb } — ↳ Headstrong taking on the world alone

‣ { Mayson & Caleb } — ↳ The reluctant father & eager son

‣ { Mayson & Sixty } — ↳ All I can think about is how now I can’t live without you

‣ { Hank & Sixty } — ↳ May death do use part

@wxnted

Lana’s biological mother.

Char. Lily

‣ { Lana & Lily } — ↳ I'm holding on until light turns darkness into dawn

‣ { Sarah & Lily } — ↳ You’re not perfect in the eyes of the mirror

@sacrificedforthecause

Father to Mayson and Lana. Husband to Niles.

Char. Simon

‣ { Mayson & Simon } — ↳ Oh these little hands hands they don’t know what hurt is

‣ { Lana & Simon } — ↳ Let your fears go be brave

[ Niles / Simon ] — ↳ We ran far from their sins

‣ { Lana & Mayson & Simon } — ↳ Time is but a loom in this nursery room

‣ { Lana & Mayson & Niles & Simon } — ↳ We tried repairing all the damage that the did

@replicantdeviancy

Parent to Cole. Partner to Hank.

Char. Connor

[ Hank / Connor ] — ↳ We had nothing but we had it all

‣ { Cole & Connor } — ↳ He’s mine I love him unconditionally

@anthologyoflucas

Ilia is Carter’s adopted daughter. Jax is Hank’s foster then adopted son. Talia is an older sister figure to Taylor.

Char. Ilia

Char. Jax

Char. Talia

‣ { Carter & Ilia } — ↳  The hardest part is over

‣ { Cole & Ilia } — ↳ Always stay humble and kind

‣ { Mayson & Ilia } — ↳ Our faces whipped with summer air

‣ { Hank & Ilia } — ↳ You are in my keeping

‣ { Connor & Ilia } — ↳  Caged child you were destined for more

‣ { Mayson & Jax } — ↳ If everything went smoothly then we’d never be prepared

‣ { Hank & Jax } — ↳ You’re my family now

‣ { Taylor & Talia } — ↳  If you ever see me go I hope you’ll always know you’re mine

@facxted

Draga is the wife to Connor and friend to the rest of the Andersons. Molly is a friend to all the Andersons.

Char. Draga

Char. Molly

[ Connor / Draga ]  — ↳ Our love is worth the fight

‣ { Carter & Draga } — ↳ I fell in love in the back of a cop car

@artofdeviancy

Mayson’s uncle

Char. Connor

‣ { Mayson & Connor } — ↳ I long for reassurance in your eyes

@frigid-vitality

Pending

Char. Saint

‣ { Lana & Saint } — ↳ This little heart sees the good in everybody

My Muses Relationships with Each Other:

Relationships depend on verse, but by default the relationships are:

Mayson and Cole are brothers with Hank as a dad.

Mayson and Cole are friends with Lana.

Lana lives with Sarah as her guardian.

Connor and Carter are twins. Niles is their younger brother. They were raised by Hank and Molly Anderson after being orphaned at ages 9 and 7.

Neilos and Ava are brother and sister, raise by their foster mother Elizabeth. Cousins to Connor, Carter and Niles.

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SWTOR OC - Cathan Morningstar

template inspired by this:

BASIC DESCRIPTION

Full Name: Cathan [Kuh-Hahn] Morningstar

Nickname(s): Pretty Boy

Alias(es): Cipher Ten (also an elite ranking equal to a Sith)

Age: 30 (born in the year 3670 BBY on Dromund Kaas)

Era: The Old Republic

Species: half-Human (descent unknown), half-Zeltron

Gender: currently Unsure; he's considering identifying as "Genderfluid" rather than "Cisgender Male"

Sexuality: Pansexual (Polyromantic)

Alignment: The Empire, mostly himself (True Neutral)

Class: Imperial Agent - Markmanship Sniper

Languages: Galactic Basic (Imperial Accent), Twi'lek, Huttese

APPEARANCE (FC is Cody Fern)

Cathan is a tall (5'10") man in good shape for his age and height. He is toned due to frequent exercise. His skin looks pale, but he blushes darker than the average Human (if that even happens). His eyes are light green. His reddish-brown, wavy hair is typically level with his chin. He occasionally wears ear piercings, despite Imperial regulations. In his free time, Cathan loves to wear open or sheer shirts with flowing sleeves, low-waisted pants & things with ribbons…basically the exact opposite of his Imperial uniform.

PERSONALITY

Cathan has learned to present himself as a deadly, obedient soldier, even though that's hardly who he is. Thanks to his inherited Zeltron beauty & empathetic ability (which lets him manipulate & read emotions), he knows how to navigate conversations with amazing tact. He is also not above flirting to get what he wants or giving secrets to the enemy to survive another day. He's learned to hide his reluctance for violence enough to get through missions, though he'll choose diplomacy over fighting any day. After a while, he gets exasperated by the whole act of being "evil" and retreats to his hideaway to paint and relax with his lovers (he’s polyamorous, but he only has feelings for & trusts a select few). With them, he’s himself: compassionate, silly, delicate, submissive, and free. Because he was raised by non-Humans, he doesn't look down on them like most in the Sith Empire do.

BACKGROUND

He was born to the Human Sith Lord Acerbus & the Zeltran agent Jethra Felan. Lord Acerbus had bought Jethra's freedom when she was a slave on Hutta, thinking he could use her Zeltran beauty & empathetic power as assets in his pursuit of power. She served him well & the two secretly fell in love. However, when she became pregnant, it was made clear to him by his peers that he would lose his chance at being promoted to Darth if he continued his relationship with a non-Human & tried to raise her child. So, he had his doctor tell her the newborn died overnight & had another one of his agents take the child away. Baby Cathan was given to a Twi'lek couple on Corellia, who were told that they would receive a steady sum each year in exchange for raising the boy, giving him his father's old last name & sending him to Korriban when he came of age. Cathan's foster parents, combined with the fast-paced, perilous environment of the planet, taught Cathan how to lie, seduce, dance & run fairly early on in life. Then, mistaking his empathetic abilities as inherited from his Zeltron mother, they sent him to train in Imperial Intelligence rather than at the Sith Academy. Imperial training wasn't exciting for him until he realized how much power & praise were given to those who came out on top. Then he dived into his training, though he never completely got used to the idea of cruelty--he'd make his peers look stupid, for example, but he didn't ever want to torture spies or kill innocent people. He also didn't realize that he was Force-sensitive until he was on a mission & he telekinetically disarmed someone before he could raise his hand. Now, he's trying to figure out what he wants from life while following orders as usual.

SKILLS

(strengths)

Zeltron Abilities - his mother's species produces pheromones which make them appear attractive & likable to others; they also can read & manipulate emotions. Their metabolism helps them process alcohol, poison & food quickly

Investigation - Cathan has a knack for knowing where to look & who to talk to when he needs answers

Partial Telepathy - he's naturally adept at using the Force to detect, persuade & even scare others whenever he pleases

(weaknesses)

Physical Force Abilities - without training, he can hardly (if at all) use any telekinetic, illusion or healing-based abilities

History - he knows the current stuff, but he doesn't give a shit about Sith Lords from a century ago

Slicing - he was the slowest in his class

FIGHTING STYLE

Cathan has been extensively trained in marksmanship, specifically with the blaster rifle. Because of this, he is most comfortable attacking from far away, usually with the element of surprise on his side. Even then, he has sharp reflexes, which aid him in sniping fast targets. In close quarters, he uses a vibroknife, a weapon that he prizes for its versatility. He is equally skilled with both backhand and normal techniques.

HOBBIES

Listening to Music - he likes what we'd call progressive rock & pop

Collecting Art - a lot of his spending money goes toward buying paintings & sculptures that he later sells to make money

Painting - it relaxes him

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Luke was still recovering, not yet permitted to leave his bed following what had happened with Palpatine; so one morning, Ahsoka decided to visit him. A bright smile lit up his face at the sight of her. "You know, he...he still won't tell me anything," said the Emperor. "My father. About who he was. You...would you be able to...?" His voice trailed off uncertainly. But Ahsoka smiled. "Of course, Luke," she said. "What would you like to know?"

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Luke was still recovering, not yet permitted to leave his bed following what had happened with Palpatine; so one morning, Ahsoka decided to visit him. A bright smile lit up his face at the sight of her.

"You know, he...he still won't tell me anything," said the Emperor. Vader had visited several times while Luke was bedridden, but he was as reluctant to talk as ever. "My father. About who he was. You...would you be able to...?"

His voice trailed off uncertainly. But Ahsoka smiled.

"Of course, Luke," she said. "What would you like to know?"

He paused, before he could even formulate a question, then said, "The good."

He knew so much bad. He knew some of the good now, too, at the heart of it.

But if his father had once been the heroic Anakin Skywalker, he wanted to hear the good.

She smiled. "He was a brilliant master," she said. "He was nice, patient—alright," she wrinkled her nose at his sceptical look, while Luke laughed, and she tapped her knee, "he wasn't extremely patient. But he made sure to teach me everything he knew, he supported me always, and one time when I was captured by Trandoshans... I survived because of his training. When I left the Jedi Order, I survived because of his training. And even when I didn't need him, anymore, he was still there for me."

Luke stared at her. She wasn't looking at him, anymore; she was looking at something in the distance, in the distant past.

"He was always passionate. And his relationship with Padmé... he was always far more intense about her than anyone else I'd seen him with; I probably should've guessed about the two of them earlier. But he cared deeply about his friends—the clones, Rex, Cody... He was a great warrior, famous the holonet over, but that was what surprised people: how kind he was. He looked out for us until the end."

Luke didn't think he was ready to ask what had happened in the end, because, "His relationship with Ben...?"

Ahsoka smiled. "They were both like fathers to me. Or uncles. Or bickering older brothers—the Jedi didn't need specific terms for that sort of mentor figure, so I can't pin it down for you, I'm afraid. But I loved them and they loved me, and they loved each other greatly. They looked out for each other. They were the team."

She didn't volunteer what had happened.

Luke didn't ask.

Instead, he dug deeper—

"I heard he was from Tatooine?" He'd heard that he was from Tatooine, too, according to Nova. He was from Tatooine, had been raised there for a few months by— "That... that he had a stepbrother there?"

Ahsoka pinched her lips. "Old sins cast long shadows," she murmured. "I don't know the details of what it was like for him, living on Tatooine."

"He met my mother there."

"And Obi-Wan. They knew what his early life was like, but I didn't meet him until ten years later."

Luke frowned, hugging his bantha tighter to him—he wondered, now that he thought about it, whether there was a reason that Nova had given him a bantha for Tatooine, and a shaak for Naboo. "So I'll have to ask Father himself about that?" He... already knew that he likely wouldn't get answers, there.

Ahsoka tilted her head. "You could," she admitted. "Or you could ask someone else about your father. It never hurts to get a more even view of a person."

Luke frowned. "Who should I ask? Ben's gone."

Ahsoka just pulled out a comlink. "He doesn't have to be here to answer a few questions, does he?"

Luke's face split in a smile, and he laughed lightly. "No," he supposed, "no, he doesn't."

Ahsoka punched in a frequency and then it answered almost immediately, Ben's blue head and shoulders projected just above Ahsoka's palm.

"Ahsoka," Ben said, warmly but stiffly. "Has Vader changed his mind? What's the situation—"

Ahsoka just handed the comlink to Luke, who met Ben's eye.

"—oh."

"I... wanted to ask." Luke gnawed on his bottom lip. "You knew my father for years, ever since he lived on Tatooine. I wanted to ask you about his life on Tatooine, or what you know about it—is it a sensitive subject? I... I really want to know, I grew up on Tatooine for a while, but he's never answered any questions before and I don't want to upset him." And he wanted to know! His father would forgive him that, right?

Ben relaxed. "Ah, I understand. That is fair enough, little one." He folded his hands in his lap. "I didn't see Anakin on Tatooine. I was travelling with your mother when we had to land there for emergency repairs and she, my master—Qui-Gon Jinn—and a Gungan who was travelling with us as well went out to investigate the area. When they returned, it was with a nine year old boy whose strength in the Force was overwhelming. He was the kindest boy I had ever met—until I met you, of course," he added generously, and Luke flushed, "—and when Qui-Gon regrettably died, I took it upon myself to train him.

"But Anakin's childhood was... difficult. He and his mother were sold to Gardulla the Hutt, then she lost them to a Toydarian named Watto, and then Qui-Gon managed to free him but not his mother, and the separation haunts him to this day, I have no doubt. He—"

"Wait," Luke said. "Sold?"

Ben nodded. "They were not kind masters."

Master.

Sold.

Luke... Luke knew what that meant.

But how? How had his father, who'd willingly served Palpatine, who was the most powerful person in the galaxy—

He'd been a slave?

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meet seraphine kharis!

hey y’all!!! so i finally got my oc commisioned and i wanted to share her with you guys ♥️ she’s my pride and joy and in a fic i’ve been writing for awhile and i plan to post soon. if you’d like to be tagged pls let me know!

but for now, here she is!! and a bunch of things about her below the pic. i plan on posting some of her concept boards soon to go more in depth (her tattoos/markings, her homeworld since i made that up too) but i’d love to hear any questions/comments you guys have 😊 hope y’all like her and i’d love to hear about your ocs too!

art credit goes to @/birdy.sketches on insta (please check her out, she’s amazing)

name: seraphine kharis

born: 51 bby (19 in tpm, 29 in aotc, and 32 in rots)

key era: prequels/the clone wars

species: humanoid

homeworld: eridani – aquilae system

hair: deep purple, usually wears it half up/half down with a silver chain braided in

eyes: dark brown with flecks of gold

markings/tattoos: has a TON of marking and tattoos all over, some she was born with and others were tattooed on her throughout the years (common in the culture she grew up in, they have a lot of meaning)

height: 5’5”

outfit: dark grayish with an added accent of maroon sometimes

master: plo koon

rank: jedi knight (refused to take a padwan, so she never became a master)

force abilities: she’s strong in the force, after years of intense training and practice.  intense training was necessary, as she’s able to greatly sense other’s emotions and intentions and it can become overwhelming for her.  her abilities are strongly tied to her emotions and it was clear from a young age she could have gone either way, so she had multiple strong teachers. being so in tune with her emotions as well as others leaves her vulnerable to the dark side, but she constantly keeps her guard up.  occasionally has visions and has a touch of psychometry skills (but nowhere near as intense as quinlan’s).  known for studying and being able to use battle meditation (like bastila shan) during her time as a general.

fighting style: vapaad.  mace was reluctant to undertake another vapaad student but when he saw how serious/disciplined she was about controlling her dark tendencies, he obliged. fights in ataru when she doesn’t want to go all out, and enjoys fighting jar’kai when the situation arises    

saber: her first saber was blue, but she lost it during a particularly rough mission (that resulted in her getting knighted early).  she finds her new kyber crystal just before they leave the planet.  after her knighting she constructs her new saber, and it’s a purple with an elegant hilt. it was significant to her, as it established her tendency to use both sides of the force.    

personality:  she’s a quiet storm; shy when you first meet her and others are sometimes put off because of her serious demeanor at first, but that quickly melts away as she gets comfortable with you.  struggles with insecurities.  emotional and feels things very intensely; she struggles to keep it in check and often resorting to just burying her feelings.  attachment is her biggest weakness because she loves those who are close to her very fiercely, but believes it’s not horrible to have such feelings and that she knows where to draw the line.  acts like a big goof ball with the people she’s close to  

family: her parents were extremely neglectful towards her even as a child, so she was taken in by another family after becoming close with their daughter, lexa.  lexa and her were not blood-related, but they were like sisters.  she was discovered and taken to the temple at 4 years old.  

relationships:  shares a force bond with obi-wan kenobi, the two have been extremely close since they were younglings, but the bond developed after the rough (near-death) mission mentioned earlier.  she has strong romantic feelings towards him, ones she’s had to hide for forever.  loves anakin like a little brother and ahsoka like a little sister.  was extremely close to qui-gon before he passed because he was partially responsible for bringing her to the temple and because he often validated the different views she had of the council/order when growing up.  close with plo koon as well since he was the other responsible for bringing her to the temple (they found her together) and because he trained her how to properly utilize/control her abilities, even if it meant dabbling in the dark side (which he had a history of).  looked at them like father figures and the two guided her into the woman she was today. even though she trained under mace as well, she has a cordial, more professional relationship with him. becomes best friends with padme.  still has a close relationship with her sister lexa because plo often let her visit her homeworld.  close friends with aayla, quinlan, bant, nejaa, and kit.  her and quinlan often got together for ah, “stress relief”

command: shares command of the 104th battalion with plo koon, and later co-leads clone force 99 on the side with commander cody. loves every single one of her troopers, sees them all as close friends and was particularly close with rex, cody, wolffe, hunter, and blackout (oc).  

[neerasrealm]

tim headcanons, if you can, please and thank you

TIMMAAAAY I haven't actually finished marble hornets yet so I haven't got a clear idea of how to characterise him yet so 😔✌️ sorry if some of this is inaccurate or ooc

God how do I start with this man

He lives in the mansion basement and jokingly calls himself the basement cryptid

It's funny until he charges up the stairs at you at top speed

Or you go down there at night and just see him standing in a corner for no particular reason

Always tired. Doesn't sleep good. He has very vivid dreams that make it difficult to sleep peacefully

Pretty common to find him just on the couch at three am just quietly watching TV

Very laid-back. Tired uncle energies

Literally nothing phases him anymore he's been through too much shit man

Could probably fistfight god

Would probably fistfight god

Won't hesitate to deck someone in the face if he deems it necessary

Y'know how a lot of people are like "Tim is Toby's unofficial dad"

Tim low-key adopted Cody

Except instead of being the caring father figure he gives questionable advice and helps him in and out of trouble

Tim, watching Cody break a car window with a baseball bat: remember, it's not a crime if you don't get caught ☺️

Scarily good with animals. Everywhere he goes he just attracts them

"look at this cute lil guy I found!"

"Tim that's a fOX-"

Gives the softest, warmest hugs istg 🥺 he's warm and chubby and always squeezes the other person really tight

Bear hugs from a bear

The others are trying to make him quit smoking. He's really reluctant about it but appreciates the concern

He still REEKS of cigarettes though smh

Eats mostly junk when nobody is around to make sure he takes care of himself

Really good?? At climbing?? Nobody understands how he does it considering his weight and him being just a normal human?? It's unreal he just skitters up there no problem

Good with kids.

He's not the most morally correct guy but he's dealt with shitty mental health and often sits the other residents down and gives advice because everyone is ✨traumatised✨

Sally loves hanging out with him because he's just chill and playfully goes along with her

Not very physically affectionate unless you push him to do it or he's really really bad. Shows affection for others through buying them food or slipping them some money

"I have no idea what I'm doing but it's gonna work whether the laws of physics like it or not!"

FAST. He moves way faster than you'd expect him to. It's honestly scary

Doesn't talk about his past much unless he's trying to give somebody advice. A lot of the creeps go to him for it because he's been through so much and doesn't sugar coat it at all

Uhh that's all I have time to write but. I love Tim so much istg 🥺 love him

[highfivecalum]

Dad Cal

Here’s part 2 hope u like :))

-

You hovered your finger over the call button on Calum’s contact, debating if you wanted to ask him to babysit Cody, or ask one of your friends. You knew your friends probably wouldn’t want to, with it being a Friday night and all, so Calum was your only other option.

You were hesitant to call him. You knew that he would absolutely say yes, but for some reason you felt annoying by asking him. He said he wants to spend one-on-one time with his son, so you figured this would be the perfect opportunity. But you still were reluctant.

Fuck it, you thought, and clicked the telephone button before you could back out. The line rang a few times before Calum answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Cal,” you cursed yourself for using his nickname, but Calum smiled into the phone when he heard the familiar nickname. “Are you busy tonight?”

“I was supposed to hang out with the guys tonight,”

You sighed at the mention of Calum’s three best friends. You had known them throughout high school, so they were technically your friends, too, but they were closer with Calum. So when you broke up, naturally, they took his side. It hurt you, but you understood. Bros before hoes, they used to say.

“Oh, okay. Never mind.”

“Why? What’s up?” Calum rushed out. He would ditch the guys to see you and Cody any day of the week.

“I just got called into work last minute and my mom is out so she can’t watch Cody, so I was going to ask you, but if you’re busy that’s okay. I can figure something else out.”

“I can cancel on the guys. I see them all of the time and they’ll understand. Did you want me to come to your place?”

You were surprised at Calum being so willing to help you out and watch Cody, but you shouldn’t have been, you knew he would still do anything for you. And his son.

“That would be great. I’ll text you my address.”

“Alright. I lo-“ Calum almost slipped up and dropped the L word, but he coughed, quickly recovering. “I’ll, uh, I’ll see you soon.”

The line went dead and you tried to forget about Calum almost telling you that he loves you. You quickly texted him your address since he didn’t know where you lived. When you moved back after having Cody you got your own place instead of moving back in with your parents. They helped pay your rent since they knew you were struggling. Working as a bartender with a three year old was challenging and they understood.

You were in the middle of getting ready, wearing jeans and a t-shirt with have of your makeup on, when there was a knock at the door.

Your nerves can instantly and you wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans before opening the door, revealing a very handsome looking Calum. Clad in a pair of black jeans and a red Elvis shirt, you couldn’t deny his beauty.

“Hey,” you were shy around Calum now. It was weird, uncomfortable, almost. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course,” Calum smiled and looked around your small apartment. It smelled like you, lavender and vanilla, and it brought back a million memories.

“Cody!” You shouted throughout the apartment and you heard your son paddling on the wooden floors. “Calum is here!”

“Mister Calum!” Cody’s face lit up seeing his father, even though he had no clue that he was his father, and ran straight into Calum’s arms. Calum crouched down and you watched as he swooped his son up into his arms and smiled brightly at the boy.

“You know, little man, you and call me just Calum.”

“Okay, Just Calum,” Cody giggled and wiggled his way out of his dads arms, making both you and Calum laugh.

You informed Calum that you were going to finish getting ready as he sat on the couch with Cody watching Spongebob, Cody and Calum’s favorite show.

After you finished applying all of your makeup you stuffed your feet into your boots and grabbed your keys. You smiled at the sight of your ex-boyfriend and son; Cody on Calum’s lap, both of their eyes glued to the TV screen.

“Alright, boys, I’m leaving now.” Both is their eyes diverted from the TV to you, the woman both of them loved, and they smiled. You bent down in front of your son and looked at him sternly. “Be good for Calum tonight, yeah?”

“Yes mommy,” Cody nodded his head.

“Alright, good. Gimme a kiss.”

You son left you a sloppy kiss on your cheek and you started standing up fully, stopping for a minute when Calum’s face was right in front of yours. Your eyes lingered on his before they diverted to his lips. You had to force yourself not to just press your lips to his own plumps ones. No matter how bad you wanted to, it was way too early for that. “Okay.” You whispered, your breath fanning Calum’s face. “I’ll be back later tonight.”

“Bye mommy!” Cody waved to you, not taking his eyes off of the TV.

“Bye, Y/N/N.” Calum quietly bid you a goodbye, using your nickname, and your heart clenched, but you didn’t show it.

-

You yawned as you unlocked the door to your apartment, happy to finally be home. Your night at work was, to put it easily, fucking terrible. You hated being a bartender and dealing with all of the drunk men that hit on you, but you got very good tips, so you tried not to complain too much.

It was nearing three in the morning so you were surprised to see that Calum was still awake and watching reruns of CSI: Miami on your couch. He was paying no attention to you, too engrossed in the show, so you took a moment to admire him. His plump lips pouted just slightly, his brown eyes illuminated by your flatscreen, and his muscular arms resting behind his arms.

You shook your head and shut the door behind you, gaining Calum’s attention. He tore his eyes away from the TV and smiled when he saw you. You offered him a small smile before locking the door and going straight for the kitchen. As you poured yourself a glass of water you heard Calum get up and make his way towards you.

He watched as you took two Advil and downed your water. You must have had a sour look on your face since Calum furrowed his eyebrows and frowned a bit. “Long night?”

“Long and terrible.” You admitted. It was nice to have somebody around that actually cared about what you had to say.

“Why so bad?”

You sighed. “Just drunken idiots at the bar hitting on me, slapping my ass, you know the usual shit that happens to girl bartenders.”

“Slapping your ass?” Calum clenched his jaw. You noticed. It made you happy that he still cares about the little stuff like that. “Isn’t that, like, sexual harassment?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“That’s not okay. Doesn’t anybody do anything about it?”

You shook your head. “Not really. But it’s not a big deal.”

“It’s harassment, Y/N.”

“Calum, it’s fine, really. It comes with the job. They’re assholes, but they tip well, and I’m used to it.” Calum frowned but you changed the subject before he could press it anymore. “Was Cody good for you?”

Calum’s smiled returned at the mention of his son. “Yeah. He was great. Didn’t cry or throw a fit when it was time for him to go to bed.”

“That’s good. What did you guys do?”

“Watched Spongebob. Talked about life as a three year old,” Calum laughed. “He told me he really likes his moms new friend.” Calum inched closer to you until he was standing right in front of your body that was leaning against the counter. “I really wanted to tell him that I’m an old friend.”

“Calum...” you whispered his name as he tucked your hair behind your ear. Your lips were centimeters apart and you wanted so, so badly to kiss him.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much.” His forehead rested against your own, one hand on your cheek, one holding the back of your neck. You missed his touch. You missed him. His lips didn’t touch yours like you expected them to, but they attached to the exposed skin on your neck. He kissed lightly, torturously slow, and you let out a quiet moan. He hummed against your skin. “God, I’ve missed that sound.”

Before you could even try to think about what you were doing, you were grabbing his hand and smashing your lips against his. You melted into him and you were overwhelmed with emotions. You never thought you would ever kiss his lips again.

His hands found your waist and he hoisted you up, setting you on the counter, and finding his way in between your legs, pulling you closer so your bodies were flush against each other. The kiss was filled with hunger and you never wanted it to end.

“Mommy?” Your sons voiced knocked the two of you away from each other and you wiped Calum’s saliva off of your lips and readjusted your hair and your shirt. Calum did the same.

“Yeah bubs? Everything okay?”

“Can I sleep wiff you tonight? I had a nightmare again.”

“Course you can.” You smiled sweetly at your son and hopped off of the counter, your hands resting on Calum’s chest since his body was still so close to yours.

“Can Calum sleep over too?”

Your eyes widened at the unexpected question and you saw that Calum’s expression mirrored yours.

“Ummm...” You looked up at Calum and he was already smiling down at you.

“I don’t mind, but it’s up to you. If you’re not ready for that I understand.” His tone was hushed so Cody couldn’t hear and for that you were thankful.

“I, uh, i-it’s okay, you can.”

Calum bit his smile back and you led him and Cody into your bedroom. You knew Calum wouldn’t be able to sleep in jeans and you weren’t sure that you wanted him to sleep pantless, so you sheepishly dug the sweatpants you stole from him years ago and handed them to him.

“You kept these?”

“Just wanted something to remember you by, I guess,” you shrugged.

“You have a whole ass son to remember me by.” He whispered in your ear jokingly. You rolled your eyes and shoved him away playfully.

You turned your back to him and started undressing from your work clothes. Calum got himself comfortable in your bed next to Cody and watched you as you changed into pajamas.

You could feel Calum’s eyes on your every move, but you didn’t mind, he had seen you naked multiple times, and even though the two of you weren’t together, to you it didn’t make a difference.

“Goodnight Mommy,” Cody mumbled as you climbed into bed with him and Calum.

“G’night loves.”

You slept the best you had in years and it was because you had your two boys by your side.

[yessoupy]

here, have some random-ass MLB zombie apocalypse shit i wrote in 2011 and will never finish. zito and lincecum, as ever.

He's been scraping by for months. He's amazed he's made it this far unscathed. Pillaging the pharmacy the week before had literally saved his skin; the rash that had started on his hands had become infected and had threatened to shut down his already taxed immune system.

So now, as healthy as he thinks he'll ever be, he huddles by his shopping cart (with working wheels, he'd taken the time to be picky) loaded with valuable medical supplies and facing down his death. The marauders are a dozen strong and he's a lone wolf, until now self-sufficient and capable.

Now, cornered. He knows they only want his supplies. But without them, he may as well be dead. He won't last a day without something to use to barter, without being able to tend to cuts and scrapes. He considers offering up the only thing he'd been able to salvage before the apocalypse struck – a survival guide printed off the Internet.

He's read it cover-to-cover a dozen times, has everything memorized anyway, but he thinks these guys probably have no use for instructions on how to build a windmill.

His hands are inching up over his head in reluctant surrender when the gunshots sound. He is stuck between covering his head with his hands and clutching his cart closer to him. He does both, one arm protecting his skull and the other hand catching itself in the hard red plastic.

After a period of time passes – during which he fingers the cheap rosary around his neck, praying for each plastic bead – the guns stop firing and he realizes he's been left unharmed. He forces his hands to disengage from their dedicated tasks and creeps them up over his head.

“Please don't kill me!” He's not above a little begging, four months into the apocalypse and without anyone or thing familiar.

“Wasn't planning on it, Timmy.”

He jerks his head toward the voice, familiar in a way he hasn't let himself think about since abandoning his condo in Seattle, since burying his dog in a forest with tears streaming down his face, since walking into his father's home and being greeted with nothing but rot. “Where are you?” He doesn't see anyone down the alley.

Then, out of the darkness, emerge three figures. Two are completely unfamiliar, only friendly in the way they move fluidly and not like the jerking undead masses plaguing the continent. The third has a stride old to his memory, shelved with his condo and his dog and his father.

“Barry?”

–

They have a colony going, it turns out. Of all of them, Tim didn't expect Barry to be the one leading a refugee settlement. They've taken over a library, an interesting choice, and while Tim isn't exactly sure it's the most strategic of locations, he can understand the romantic line of thinking which led Barry to surround himself with a now-dead civilization's literature.

It becomes decreasingly odd to refer to the life he had four months ago as one of a lost time. The walk from the dead marauders to the library was quiet, covert, and zombie-free. He's having trouble believing that he's here now, seated on an honest-to-god couch, clutching a plastic cup of actually clean water in his hands. Barry is next to him, but an arm’s length away. Tim is confused. Shouldn’t this kind of reunion be more … exuberant?

But maybe Barry’s moved on.

“We haven't seen any live ones for weeks, Timmy, you're a revelation. I mean, besides those pirates. But they don't count. They're less than human in the soul.”

He wants to ask how many dead ones they've seen, if the count has decreased down here, or if it's just as plagued as Oregon. Instead, he sips at the water, unable to break months of conditioning that required him to cherish every drop of water that came his way.

“It's okay, Timmy. We have plenty where that came from. Hydrate. Take a nap if you need to, then we'll get to negotiations.”

Tim is startled. “Negotiations?”

“For your medical supplies.”

“I don't understand.”

“We want to negotiate with you and your people for some of your supplies in return for whatever it is we can offer.”

“My people?” Tim is confused, operating under the assumption that he'd just found his people.

Barry stares at him. “Yeah, you and your group.” Like this was some ordinary thing, negotiations and roaming groups of people trading for goods. Tim thinks that maybe it is, that maybe that's how things have worked out for the rest of the continent, that he's just been missing out on the camaraderie and something resembling life from Before.

He shakes his head. “I'm by myself, Barry.”

Barry's eyes go wide. “What?”

“I've been by myself this whole time.”

There's a beat of still and silence before Tim finds himself wrapped up in Barry's arms, unable to save his cup of water from falling to the tile. He doesn't hesitate in bringing his arms up around Barry in reciprocation. “Z?” Tim asks in confusion, hands clutched in his heavy shirt. His throat gets tight and his eyes burn, and he's forgotten what it's like to get choked up. This is the kind of welcome he’d been expecting since he saw Barry’s figure in the alley. He feels like he's dying.

“It's been awhile since you've been touched, and it's important. Very important. With things so unpredictable out here, you have to keep the mind level. Twenty seconds of skin-to-skin contact on a good day, Timmy. That's what you need to feel human. In days like these, we should all hold hands.”

As Barry's hands move up Tim's bare arms, he gets the impression that Barry's given this speech before, that he's one in a long line of refugees who've stumbled upon Barry's colony and into his unique way of seeing things in the face of disaster. “How many of you are there?”

Letting loose that goofy grin  he'd had in Oakland, Barry squeezes Tim's shoulders and releases him. “Only one of me, baby.”

Tim scowls. “You know what I mean.”

“Today, with you, ten.”

“Have you found anyone?”

A pained expression flits across Barry's face and Tim regrets asking. Barry shakes his head. “Just you.”

“Do you know about anyone else?”

Barry schools his features into detached blankness. “Heard from Buster before the grids went down; he was in Georgia. You know what happened to Georgia.” Barry isn't asking, and Tim does know. Word travels well among the survivors. “Cainer, I'm sure he's fine. He's got guns, the survival instinct. Jonny'd left for San Juan, he might be alright on an island.”

He knows from Barry’s voice and the look on his face that he shouldn’t ask any more questions about Before, but he can’t help it. He wants to know. “Madison? Freddy? Cody? Vogey? Anyone from Oakland?”

The last remaining light in Barry’s eyes flares out. “Timmy, it's better that we not talk about who and what we don't have.”

This is the kind of advice he'd rather not have to take.

–

They all work, have jobs. Their compound works like a well-oiled machine, and they even have a few of those, too. Tim proffers his survival guide as some kind of offering besides his medical store, but nothing in it is anything new to those who live in a library. They assure him that the medications, the pharmacy he's been hauling around with him, those things are enough.

He tries to help: picking up a shovel when he sees someone else digging, grabbing a bucket when he sees someone going for water, answering the hail for an extra set of hands whenever he hears it. Most of the time, though, he's gently told that he's more hurt than help, to go rest, comb the stacks for a book about this or that.

Angry, hurt, and feeling emasculated when Sally firmly tells him No, I don't need your help building this generator, Tim seeks out Barry.

“They don't let me help,” he says, trying not to whine but failing miserably. “I try, and I want to, but they send me away.”

“You need your rest, Timmy,” Barry says easily, eyes locked on the task before him on the main circulation desk.

“I've been resting for days. It's more than that. They don't trust me, Barry.”

“What?”

“If they don't trust me to dig a hole for a latrine, how am I supposed to live here? How can I be safe when we're attacked?”

“You dig a trench for a latrine, Lincecum,” says Anthony, walking through the workspace, his arms loaded down with pilfered supplies from the junkyard down the street.

Frowning at the mechanic's receding back, Tim points. “See what I mean?”

“Well, he's right about that, Tim.” Barry finally raises his eyes and Tim sees a deep sadness in them that flickers away in a flash. “What did you do before?”

“Before? Barry, you know --”

“No, I mean before you found us. How did you survive?”

Tim shrugs, mildly embarrassed. “I just … did. I had that guide, I lived by it.”

“You found no one else? You didn't spend time with any other groups?”

“No! I told you --”

“It's just that they find that hard to believe.” Barry raises an eyebrow at him and turns his gaze back to his work.

“Barry, I don't understand.”

“They think you're a spy.”

Tim can't help but laugh out loud. “A spy? For who? The zombies?”

Barry shakes his head and Tim can sense his impatience. “No, for the pirates, or the government, even. It's too neat, how you showed up on our doorstep with those supplies.”

“It sounds like you count yourself among them,” Tim says defensively. “You know me, Barry.”

Barry attaches a panel to the piece of machinery he's been working on this whole time and Tim suddenly realizes what it is: a window-unit air conditioner. “Tell me how you got here.”

A chill works itself from his heart out to his limbs. Flashes of his living nightmare take over his vision and he shakes his head vigorously. “No.”

“Why not?”

“I don't want to relive it,” he bites out.

Barry makes one last round with the screwdriver along the edges of the panel, tightening each screw. “I believe you, Tim,” he clarifies, looking up again. “I was so happy to see you, but ever since Casper ….”

“Everyone keeps whispering about him when they think I can't hear. Who was he?”

“Casper was my partner.”

Tim blinks. “And they got him.”

Barry nods, that sadness crossing his face. “Want to help me install this in the back room where we put those batteries this morning?”

“Yeah, sure. I'd like that.”

“I’ll talk to them,” Barry promises.