#i dont have a name for this jedi master yet..

[dealingdreams]

Qimir's motivations might be a little uncertain. Like all we really know for sure is what he's told us. He wants freedom, freedom to be allowed to practice his power as he sees fit, he wants an acolyte, and he wants the power of two. That said, here just my thoughts.

I think when Mae was asking Qimir about his master aka him, he was actually answering her with some truths about his actual master Plagueis. "He collects people...i owe him" etc...best lies have some truths. Which i have concerns cause we know Palps ends up being Plagie's apprentice and later murderer. Plags did go thru some folks before he found the perfect fit for his world domination plan.

Qimir just doesn't really strike me as someone who is power hungry tbh. i know we techically dont know him well enough yet...but i mean the dude really only attacks when he's threatend. he seems more wounded animal than sith mastermind. so why the power of two...why an acolyte? i think his speech about an acolyte killing the dream...is in relation to how the Jedi at this point in time are the authority on teaching younglings how the force works. they say how and if that power can be used, even going so far as to say that without their teachings, your connection to the force weakens. so having someone showing force capabilites without being a Jedi is kinda a slap in the face to that teaching. Especially if that person can kill a Jedi without the use of a weapon. Like damn..the Jedi aren't that powerful after all yaknow. I think it's just a big fuck you to the Jedi tbh.

He's just wants to be a hot philosophy professor guys

As for the power of two, that is basically the Sith end all be all. He's not a Sith Lord yet...he hasn't taken/been given a name. I really think the only reason he would want the power of two is for his safetly...again he reads as wounded and lost to me...not power hungry. A lot of his choices seem to be made with whatever happened with Vernestra in mind. His shoto blade, which is similar to a saber Luke had in the comics(?) i think...was built to block lightsaber whips. His helmet blocks a Jedi's ability to read his mind or sense him fully. Add in the genuine fear on his face when he sensed Vern...something happened there and it left him so wrecked it's still effecting him all these years later.

Now here is where i think he's fucked.

I do think that he cared about Mae. In fact i think he wanted Mae to succeed and had she not betrayed him I do think he would have continued to train with her. I do also think that he was interested in Osha from the jump, but i dont think at any point he would have tossed Mae to the side for Osha. I think this for the same reason I dont think Qimir was trying to replace Mae with Osha. I think he sees the twins as very different people and has a very different dynamic with them. I think he seized the opportunity with maybe pulling Osha to his side...weither he would have done that had Mae remained his pupil who knows.

Qimir and Mae's dynamic is basically In-Laws lol.

I joke but no i think there was a distance between Qimir and Mae. There was a power imbalance between them. Simply master and pupil. Why he never showed her his face we could only guess. Personally I think it was a combination of him not trusting Mae fully and in case she got caught and a Jedi like Sol or Vernestra went into her Mind. He was simply protecting himself once again. Still he created the persona of Qimir to be a companion to Mae. He still taught her, still assisted her, but did it in an unitimitating way. So yeah I think he cares about Mae. Also just fyi, no I don't think he would have killed her when he found her and Osha at the tree in the aftermath of Sol's death.

So back tho to how he's fucked...Osha...hopefully literally fucked by Osha in the future but also like...he's fucked lol. He never had the choice with showing Osha his face, but he did have a choice on how vulnerable he was with her. We know from literally everyone confirming it that he wasn't manipulating her. He felt a connection to her, felt like she would understand him and he could understand her. That they were the same. I dont for one second see a power imbalance playing out between them. I think many of his actions prove that he views her as his equal. So thats one of the many ways he's fucked. the rule of two doesnt like that very much so i think Plagie might have some issues with that.

I think i could see them like playing master and pupil cause it's safer that way...but honestly they are fucked truly.

anyways ending the rant kinda abruptly lol :P

[constellation-skirmishes]

my agricorps oc :)))

dont have a name yet. if you have ideas !!! do let me know

edit: I LIE !!!! MIMSE HAD GREAT IDEA !!! CALLUNA IT IS !!!!

-researcher in the agricorps -didn't really want to be a jedi knight/master in the first place, so it wasn't a hard choice to choose the corps over the saber. -super in-tune with plants. scarily so. -leaf tattoo on neck

kyber crystal is yellow btw ^-^

[fionajames]

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Hey hey hey!

Sorry that sounded way better in my head. Good morning, since it’s midnight where I am, and I hope you don’t have writers block because that’s the worst thing that could possibly happen!

Anyway, requesting tiiiiiiime! May i pleeeeease have Dhole, your OC, helping out the 501st in a deadly battle with Ahsoka, Rex, Anakin, and any other clone/Jedi you’d want? And May I have angst and maybe a minor injury (no preference who)?

Sorry, I have a thing for the Injury ones since to me it brings out emotions and tension and draws the reader in to make sure they’re okay, you know?

I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH <3 thank you! Sincerely, your grateful follower, Sha. (That’s my name)

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Dhole glanced at Dice again, who was staring straight ahead at the doors of the gunship. The boy readjusted his hold on his blasters, glancing to his side where Ahsoka was grinning. He and Dice had been sent alongside the 501st and 212th to safely escort a Senator back to Coruscant after his planet had been invaded by the Separatists. Once they’d freed the Senator, the two Corrie’s and a small squad would head home whilst the others and the Jedi continued the fight until the Republic had regained control over the tropical planet.

“Dhole, are you alright?” A voice asked and the red-armoured boy turned to Xi, who was clutching his helmet under his arm, running a hand through his black hair. Dhole went to do the same, entangling his fingers in his mess of curls, tugging wisps down to his eye level to see the red colour he’d dyed the ends. “Brother, are you alright?”

“Ah yes, sorry Xi!” He chirped back, pushing down his nerves and attempting to reconstruct the sunny facade he was slowly slipping out of. Sure, Dhole was a sunny boy, but the longer the war continued on for, the less sunny he was. “Sorry, Xi, just zoned out.”

The older trooper gave him a doubtful glance but nodded. The small Togrutan girl next to Dhole poked his side.

“Dhole, why are you so nervous?” Ahsoka asked quietly, and Dhole inwardly cursed the stupid Force giving her the ability to sense his emotions. 

“I just don’t want anything to go wrong, kid,” he told her with a forced smile. It then melted to a frown as the gunship swayed in the air. “But I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

Ahsoka laughed and that helped to at least make Dhole’s shoulders relax a little. “My Master says that all the time!”

“Says what, Vod’ika?” Dhole asked, a smile growing on his face but this one wasn’t fake. 

“‘I’ve got a bad feeling about this,’” she explained. “He says it so much!”

“Really?” Dhole chuckled, before muttering as he put his helmet on. “Maybe he’s right then.”

                                                -

The plan was simple enough to follow and Dhole shouldn’t’ve felt as scared and nervous as he did - nerves swirling around his stomach and making it lurch with every step he took. He watched as the Clones around him started blasting at the enemy, and his heart lurched when Ahsoka ran away from his side - towards the enemy with her green lightsabers blocking blasts.

Dhole moved as his body commanded - away from the heat of the blasts and to cover, where he breathed deeply and blinked away his panicked tears. Why was he so worked up?

“Dhole, focus!” Rex called to him, noticing the robotic movements his brother had adopted and the way his hands were shaking. “Vod’ika, are you alright?” The blonde Clone shuffled closer to the younger, placing an armoured hand on his shoulder. Even though they were both wearing helmets, Dhole could hear Rex’s concern.

“Yes sir!” He chirped back, steadying his voice and accidentally slipping back into the soldier-voice the Kaminoans expected off them. “Sorry sir!”

Rex flinched, frowning at the boy’s language. But he didn’t have time to dwell on it. 

Dhole watched the Captain turn away as he leapt to his feet, expecting his natural battle instincts to kick in. He fired at the enemy - his brothers by his side - but his instincts hadn’t kicked in properly.

A grenade exploded to his side - a white armoured Clone flew past him from the impact of the explosion - as he was thrown to the side. Dhole cried out when a piece of sharp, metal shrapnel cut into his arm - straight through his armour. Someone beside him shouted something, but his vision had tinted with a red haze.

“Fox!” Dhole screamed out instinctively, reaching his good armour up. His instincts howled for his older brother, but he was not there. 

“Dhole!” A voice called, a feminine voice. Ahsoka, his mind gently explained, and he barely heard it over the sound of his own thoughts screaming for his brother. “Rex, medic!”

Dhole felt several tears fall from his eyes - tears of pain that he couldn’t stop - as he reached his hand to Ahsoka, desperate for any feeling of comfort. A hand slipped into his and he squeezed it gently, trying to stop himself from gripping her hand like the lifeline it was.

“Dhole!” A voice screamed and suddenly he felt his body shift unwillingly as someone grabbed him. He screeched in pain and wreathed in the person’s hands. Two hands moved to pull his helmet off. And even though it was red-tinted, Dhole could recognise the familiar - yet unfamiliar in the immense worry that adorned it - face of Dice, the burn scar crinkled with worry. 

The person holding his helmet was his General, whose face was swirling with worry and he was biting his lip in concentration. “Kix is on his way,” the brunette told him, glancing to his Padawan. “Cover him, I’ll continue the fight with Obi-Wan.”

Ahsoka didn’t have time to protest - not that she would have anyway - as her Master leapt to his feet and rejoined the battle. 

Dhole barely noticed anything after that - his vision was too blurry and his limbs were white hot with pain. Kix arrived shortly after and tended to him, but midway through the medical attention, he blacked out. 

                                              -

“Kix!” A voice called and Dhole flinched at the loud, unfamiliar sound. “I believe your trooper is awake!” Is that, Dhole thought. General Kenobi? He opened one eye hesitantly, recoiling from the bright light but getting confirmation about his thoughts from the ginger Jedi hovering above him.

A face appeared in his vision, but it was not a Clone.

“Oh good, you're awake!” General Skywalker told him with a grin. Dhole internally frowned. Since when did the Jetti care so much about me? He thought.

“Dhole!” A voice cried out and the boy flinched as Dice threw his arms around him, encasing him in a hug. Dice was shaking. “You scared me Vod’ika!”

Dhole sunk into his arms numbly, too tired to speak. 

“We were worried you were dead,” General Skywalker explained, and Dhole had to stop himself from raising an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry, sir, but why were you worried? I’m just another clone,” Dhole told him and Dice promptly smacked him on the back of the head. Dhole chose to ignore it. 

“You are not just another clone to us,” the General replied, sitting down beside the Clone. “You’ve done some amazing work, Dhole - that’s why you're an ARC Trooper - and your kind as well. You’ve saved our lives many times before, and that's why we chose to get to know you.”

Dhole’s face fell and then was replaced by one of utter shock. His stomach swirled with warmth and a grin broke out over his face, his vision blurring with tears. He lunged forwards and wrapped his arms around the brunette General. 

General Skywalker’s face contorted with shock before he wrapped his arms around the crying Trooper, soothing him by running a hand through his curls gently and playing with the stray wisps. “Shh, it’s alright.” 

“Thank you so so so much, General,” Dhole spluttered out relaxing into the comforting arms of the Jedi. His heart ached with joy as a tear fell from his eye, getting caught in his eyelashes like raindrops do. 

“He’s right, you know,” General Kenobi spoke up as Dhole watched Dice leave the room, seconds later Ahsoka entered. The Togruta waved to him frantically, beaming all the while. “You're not just Clones to us. Your soldiers, men, and you deserve a lot better than what you're getting.”

“You really believe that?” Dhole asked, pulling away from General Skywalker, who gave his back an affectionate pat. 

“Of course!” Ahsoka chipped in, moving to sit beside her friend and drape her arm over his shoulders. “Your our family too, Vod!”

Dhole bit his lip, but he couldn’t stop the tears as they began spilling uncontrollably from his eyes, burying his face in the teenager’s neck. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,”  General Kenobi chided softly, hand on the Trooper’s back. He was smiling sympathetically, blue eyes shining with truth.

“Yeah, we’re all one great big family!” Anakin laughed, grinning and Dhole couldn’t stop himself from grinning back.

“The Jedi and the Clones,” Dhole chucked. “A formidable family!”

But everyone knows family doesn’t last forever.

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[jetiisyandereclones]

The Vice Admiral carefully unlocked her chains. The collar around her neck beeping a slow and comforting rhythm, letting him know she wont be using any force tricks on him.

Taking a step back, he admired the woman before him, still so lovely despite her somewhat haggard and rough appearence.

"Hmm. Life on the run doesnt suit you Vera. You were meant for far more luxury than this.

Luxury I could have given you"

Vera only glared at the ground, rubbing her wrists where her chains had dug into skin.

The vice admiral huffed quietly.

"What, no retorts, quips or insults? No jokes today?"

Vera kept glaring. Following the mans feet as he walked behind her and out of her peripheral vision.

"I have no humor to be wasted on you"

Rampart smirked softly, dropping the binders onto his desk. A deceiving little lift at the corners of his lips that promised understanding, but only ever delivered poison.

Rampart made his way back over to the Jedi.

"Hmm. This 'holier than thou' attitude doesnt suit you Vera. We both know your no more innocent than me."

Rampart stared at the women before him. A mocking eyebrow raised at her petulant silence, her head down and lip curled in a silent sneer.

If he concentrated, he could almost feel the self loathing and shame at what she'd had to do, what she allowed herself to become during the war. And briefly entertains the idea that this might be what it feels like to perceive others through the force.

An untapped sense that so many unworthy were gifted.

"Now dont be like that my dear. You have no one to blame for your predicament but yourself...

Hmm. Look at you. The Jedi's dirty secret. Their little spy. So lost and alone. Drifting in a galaxy that has no need nor want of you.

Everything they despised, yet everything they needed.

All those missions. The seductions. The deceptions. The betrayals. The murders. All in the name of the Republic. You destroyed and betrayed and corrupted yourself and it came to NOTHING."

He took her wrists in his hands, gently rubbing the delicate, raw skin where her binders had chafed. The gesture was sickly sweet. Mockingly caring.

When he next spoke he grabbed her chin roughly, giving Vera no.choice but to look him in the eye.

"In truth, you may be a better reflection of what the Empire is than myself, Master Jedi."

[munadyke]

ok so i accidentally wrote a lot of words on my thoughts about ahsoka (the character, aka my most specialist girl) and to be quite frank i was simply just saying things but i'm going to post them nonetheless because i'm a little bit bored<3

Um so here’s the thing i actually understand ahsoka far better than dave filoni ever could. (JOKE!) but in many ways he is on the same level as rick riordan in that they created interesting characters over a decade ago but as a result of said character’s popularity and the passage of time and far too many interactions with people who don't understand the characters they have lost sight of their own characters yet they continue to put them into new situations—fanon interpretations and all—just because they cant let it go. Um anyways…..

First of all….it has never just been light or dark!!! In a series that’s all about fate vs agency and the lines that blur (especially during times of war), it was so important that ahsoka made the choice to leave the order!! She got out!! She broke the cycle!! For better and for worse!!! She has to learn how to live on her own, without a master and without jedi ideals. She said it herself in season 7 that she only knew how to be a soldier! She recognizes that!! She sees what is wrong with the jedi order!! But when it came down to it, when maul confirmed her worst fears, she couldn't believe him because she was clouded by love/nostalgia/whatever you want to call it. She didn't want to believe him so she chose not to! Ahsoka’s whole path is that she chose to leave and is thus awarded with a level of agency that she in many ways does not want! She doesn't want to have to make those big decisions! She doesn't want the pressure of other people’s lives in her hands!! But she has placed herself on an alternative path and she must make these hard decisions. There is no jedi vs sith, light vs dark, there is just a blurry, messy reality. She is no jedi!!!! She doesn't want to come back to the order in s7! She has her training to rely on, but it was incomplete. She mourns that and yet she would not go back. She’s on her own kid!! So much of the ahsoka novel is her feeling lost and alone and wishing more than anything that she had the words of her masters, and yet it never comes. She has her memories and her gut. At the end she does not choose to be a jedi or a warrior but something else entirely! She has to forge her own path. She was the only one who got out before it all went down. Everyone else was destined to live and die a jedi (i.e. kanan</3). But she is forced to live! She keeps almost dying and every time she is pulled back from the brink! I want an ahsoka that is angry and lost and confused and abandoned! She left but they left her first!!! Anakin left her, betrayed everything they knew! Then he doesn't appear for years and years!!! Where was he when she needed him!!! And then suddenly here he is after all this time forcing her to live again?!?! When she finally could have give up!! She doesn't want a padawan! She’s not a jedi! She’s just a girl who knows nothing but war. She wants so badly to let it all go, to pack it up and give up on everything. But her conscience is constantly pulling her into these messy situations, forcing her to help people. She left the jedi order behind yet the guilt has never left her. She has to make up for it all but she is just so tired!! It never works out!!! I need an ahsoka who finds peace!!! I need an ahsoka who is angry at the jedi, at anakin, at herself!! I need an ahsoka who rejects the mantle of jedi and learns to let go of her past!!! I need an ahsoka who lets anakin rest, who stops cursing his name and looking to him for help. I need an ahsoka who finally realizes that the only way is forward. I DONT KNOW WHAT IM SAYING BUT I JUST NEEDED HER TO YELL AT ANAKIN!!!!!!!

[gardensystemtv]

More Starwars shenanigans after waiting ages? You can find the previous here Today we are looking at the Ryloth arc (season 1 episodes 19-21) (skipping a lot of season 1, I know but... it's a lot)

Premise is set, the Seperatists have invaded and occupied Ryloth, and the republic is trying to take it back, makes sense. Ahsoka leading a squadron of fighters by herself? Is this a good position for a padawan? Are the jedi really trained well enough to lead such operations? (Contribution from JV) The droid fighters being able to wait on the hull of the ships is so interesting though? they can launch without needing to worry about a hangar.

I am still confused by the logistics of Hyperspace, how can they join the blockade, seemingly coming form the direction of the planet and not crash into it? shouldn't the gravity well of the planet at least be an issue? Wait, did they send all their own fighters on the offensive, and not leave any near the back to defend? Jedi really should not be leading their military, even I would know that's bad strategy. Anakin does seem to somewhat know what he is doing, at least based on how he's talking to Rex. He seems to have a good sense of the logistics involved.

So they are turning the Defender (the flagship) into a battering ram/fireship? that actually kinda makes sense, but I'm unsure about making sure it actually succeeds without being blown up before getting that far.

I get that Ahsoka technically outranks Rex, but would it not make more sense for Rex to be in command here? It is a lot of pressure to put on her, a teenager, in the war.

"I wish general skywalker had discussed this plan with us." YES putting aside with the fact I don't agree with putting Ahsoka in charge, the rest of the fleet's leadership should have been informed on the plan in time, so they could prepare accordingly.

While I get the plan of Anakin using his surrender (and the pride of the seperatist commander) to create an opening... isn't a false surrender a war crime? And aside from the geneva conventions not existing here. a major risk, because it will make the enemy less likely to accept future surrenders even when they are genuine causing a more disastrous loss of life?

I do largely appreciate that Ahsoka is thinking in three-dimensional space here by angling the Resolute. But why is this not done more often? Not a critique of her of course, Just wish this was done more often.

also, Admiral Yularen coming in to support and back Ahsoka's authority is appreciated. and it makes sense he didn't take command since he was unconcsious, and is not properly informed of the plan to be able to take over yet.

The seperatist leader retreating without alerting the rest of the army of that just... does not make sense. even if he doesn't value the droids lives, sounding a retreat could still salvage valuable equipment and manpower.

Seeing Ahsoka's plan work out so well is very cool storytelling, and it is nice to give her this growth. But she is still a teenage soldier!

"that reminds me, pick up master skywalker." imagine if he was actually forgotten about and left behind after the battle

Episode 20: Innocents of Ryloth (I also have a pizza baquette for a snack now)

so the opening narration is just a recap of last episode. And now Mace Windu and Obi-Wan are preparing to invade so they can liberate the planet.

And the seperatists are already using Twi-lek shields to deter the enemy forces. more warcrimes YAY (though this time it's the villains doing it, so I don't complain about it)

Obi-wan stressing how they are there to liberate, and not destroy the planet is a good touch (making sure they dont damage homes and cultural sites and such. but isn't that ALWAYS the plan? Do they sometimes bomb some homes?

Isn't it nice and convenient that the seperatists never destroy any of the big ships that have the Jedi on board?

One of the troopers is called "Wooley" and I think that's a cute name tbh.

Proud of the girl for biting that trooper's finger tbh.

The young girl being so worried honestly makes me a bit emotional. I do really hope all the civilians get out safe.

Oh and now as they are trying to go back, the carnivorous creatures are released, I get it.

Awww they left the toy behind.

Is obi-wan mindtricking the animals? does that... work?

It is also a nice touch that Obi-Wan knows the Twi-lek language and is able to direct them to safety.

and the distraction so they can get the civilians out safely before returning fire, actually good tactics!

Okay, I actually really liked that episode! had some good emotional moments, the tactics made sense to me, could track the action well! good stuff!

Episode 21 Liberty on Ryloth

I'm guessing based on the name, they liberate Ryloth in this one

So now that the republic ships could land, with the village Kenobi liberated, Mace Windu is going for the Capital, to take out their leaders and force the seperatists off the planet.

Shoutout near a canyon, some nice action to start the episode.

Okay, so they are going to recruit local resistance fighters for reinforcements. And try to capture Tambor. Makes sense. I do question if having a single bridge to go into a capital city is... a smart position. Unless there used to be more and the seperatists destroyed them.

So Dooku wishes to destroy the city, to send a message, but wouldn't this cause issues? ruin domestic support for the war? The seperatists are a independence faction against the republic, surely the politicians and people in seperatist worlds would not support such a move? Wouldn't it cause a lot of unrest that would be detrimental when trying to maintain such a large war.

We are meeting with the Rebel Leader now! And it is nice to see some more of what the Twi-lek life is like!

I'm glad the rebels are working together, But I really wish that the twi-lek people can be free after this, and don't get occupied by the republic forces.

They're all working together and getting along! how nice! I just hope the republic carries out their promise, I don't exactly trust them to leave Ryloth alone after this.

Wat Tambor staying behind because of his greed is so telling of the seperatist army, but he fully deserves it to be taken down because of his own hubris.

Okay, the muffled audio with Mace jumping over the droid flying-thingies was really cool!

The clones and resistance fighters are in the city! whoo!

And they are destroying the city anyway, RIP tambor I guess.

Nevermind, Skyguy to the rescue I guess

Interesting end to it. Honestly, but I think I liked episode 20 the most, 21 felt a bit like the story was rushing in the end. Next on the watch order list is S2 episodes 1-2-3, but that's for another day!

[jeromefart]

ok so update, i just found zee and went back to pyloons saloon. i havent gotten very far but i just have so many things to say!!!!

ok so i dont know if i already mentioned this but i loveee the customization. its so in depth and i really like that you unlock small paint collections with a couple different colors/materials. and from there you can change every individual part and choose how polished they are, then you can change the ware overall. i love the vibrant coruscant color set so first, i made a silvery lightsaber with purple and pink accents with a purple blade. and same thing for bd-1. right now, i unlocked some more orangy colors so right now i have a brownish-orange saber with vibrant orange accents and an orange blade. might fuck around with it some more. and i am loving the tactical jacket that has a CAPEE. my boy is so stylish. i made his undershirt the scrapper one (because it has rolled up sleeves and only one glove) in blue. i cant wait to unlock more things and continue to play with customization. only thing is that i WISH you could save designs you make. maybe you can and i havent unlocked it yet (praying)

i really like the upgrades to the camera feature. i didnt mess with it a whole lot in fallen order but i really like how much more in depth it is. heres a picture i took

i really appreciate how much attention to detail there is. the decoration around the saloon is very nice and it feels very homey there.

also i need to mention that the subtle nods to jokes are so good. greez’s salt shaker, cal’s ponchos, THE LITERAL LIVE SLUG REACTION CREATURE (not the same one but you know.). also i must mention that the bathroom in the saloon is really cool? (and i laughed so hard when cal removed that thing from the toilet). ive never seen a star wars bathroom, except the one in disney land 😭 it was so dirty and ugly in there and it STUNK so bad and there were like 30 people in it. also the sinks were really weird and it took me a hot minute to figure out how to activate the sensor lmao

okay characters. mosey? she is so hot im gonna die. i like doma’s design. OKAY ZEE? i will die for zee. i love her so much shes the best droid ever. i love my high republic era droid and will protect her from all harm.

this game really is an upgrade in all categories. especially in cutscenes and story, it just feels much more polished and smooth. the cutscene after cal woke up was a particularly emotional one, what with the first real dig we’ve seen into cal’s emotions. we see him acting rash and emotionally, getting angry. its so interesting to see how he’s changed. and to see the rift between him and cere especially. he’s clearly avoiding it and i haven’t seen much yet, but im guessing that theyve gotten into more disagreements about how jedi should act. cere is very traditional in a lot of ways, where cal is doing what he needs to survive. from the trailers, it looks like cere’s trying to build up the jedi archives again, where cal is working with saw gurera or however you spell his name and trying to hit the empire where it hurts. cal is a man of action and that can’t be reasoned with. its just how he grew up. with the jedi order gone and him having to fend for himself and protect his identity from the ripe age of 10, he’s definitely not going to be a traditional jedi like cere, who became a master with her own padawan before it fell. she’s had more teaching and learned more lessons and overall taken away more than cal. he can’t just settle down. that’s not who he is. he needs to fight back and help others. he’s active and cere seems more passive. so anyway im excited to see where this goes.

thats about it i just wanted to sit and write my thoughts before i play too much and forget these things over more important things i’ll see later on.

[nekorinnie]

I present! Jedi Master [Needs a Name cuz there's not a name yet rip] (.. Nantan?)

A Creche/clan? Master who took care and taught the chaos twins Evorurt and Shagrili, among other youngling?,... at very least these two before they go off to become padawans

At some point during the years of teaching the two younglings what they need to know to become padawans, or to become Jedi in general.,? The Jedi Master has gotten the pleasure of getting a nagging gut feeling of when those chaotic kiddos have a big prank brewing, no matter how many years have passed, or what part of the galaxy they are.

[icouldntfinditsoiwroteit]

Hi. I loved your kanan story.

I just had a thought for a fic starter, with female reader or gender neutral if your more comfortable.

What if just after order 66 was supposed to happen a young padawan, 12 to 15 years old was cornered by rex cody and wolffe, but she somehow escaped all 3 of them and their men. Maybe she had special jedi abilities that made her especially dangerous to herself in their eyes.

Fast forward to rebels era where shes with kanan in full armor with a Helmet and a fake identity. Things are going well. But then they run into old Rex, Wolffe and Gregor on Seelos. Despite her precautions, they somehow figure out who she is (could be voice, mannerisms or an old physical tick she never grew out of).

They snap right back into their "fatherly" yandere tendencies. And this time. They are not letting her go. They will take her, Ezra and Kanan. And they WILL bring them home where they belong.

With their family.

With the clones.

After all, the jedi must be kept safe.

(I know this is really long and you dont have to write it if you dont want to.)

Ok so this story will also be part of my yandere clones au, the reader belongs to the species Nakild, which is a species I made up a while ago, I haven't made a post about this species yet but will at some point, just to keep it short, they are a humanoid species with a long tail resembling that of a crocodile or even dragon, their scales cover a majority of their body, only their face, and stomach is uncovered when they don't let their beast out, letting the beast out is basically them taking the form of a dragon, the form depends on each Nakild just like the scales.

The color of their scales depends on their environment, making it so that most Nakilds that travel space have black and grey scales, but they all have a color since birth that remains in smaller parts for their entire life.

Also, their claws and hair are considered very important, besides them helping them to survive, they are considered sacred basically and cutting or ripping them off the way some people do to their cats is seen as desecrating their bodies.

"How do you think our new master will be like?" Ashoka asked as she paced around the small room in the ship they were in.

"I've heard many things about Master Kenobi and Knight Skywalker, I think they will be good," (F/N) answered thankful that they had managed to enter the planet and out of separatist fire as they tended to some of the scales in their arms that had been ruffled up before.

The reason for (F/N)'s squad to be called "lucky squad" is due to them picking names after luck amulets in a sign or camadery with (F/N) who is a runt.

Runts who grow beyond 10 are considered good omens and good luck to the Nakilds.

Anyway let us begin:

"In fact, we should be arriving in a few minutes, so you won't have to wait much longer," (F/N) assured as the ship began going down into the planet.

The ship began landing and they both quickly stood in front of the door.

"What can you see?" Ashoka asked.

"There is a group waiting in the landing port already, our masters are there," (F/N) informed as they used their eye visor to see beyond the sheep.

As the ship finally landed they both stood patiently in front of the door as it began to go down, letting the natural daylight in, Ashoka and (F/N) quickly went down the ramp to greet the Jedi.

"Two younglings?" (F/N) heard Master Kenobi say and held a breath in nervousness as they tried to keep their tail as neutral as possible.

"And who are you supposed to be?" Skywalker asked an R2 unit beeping in response.

"I'm Ashoka and this is (F/N), Master Yoda sent us," Ashoka began.

"We were told to tell both of you, that you must get to the Jedi temple immediately, there's an emergency,"

"Well, I don't know if you've noticed but we're in a bit of an emergency right here,"

"Yes our communications have been a bit unreliable, but we've been calling for help,"

"Master Yoda hadn't heard from you so he sent us to deliver the message," (F/N) explained as they looked at Ashoka worriedly.

"Great, they don't even know we're in trouble,"

"Maybe you can't relay a signal through the cruiser that just dropped us off," Ashoka offered.

Timeskip

(F/N) couldn't help but curl their tail around their leg as the communicator lost signal and the cruiser that had dropped them off had to retreat away from the separatists that had attacked them.

But soon both Jedi turned their attention back to them as Master Kenobi spoke.

"My apologies, we haven't been introduced,"

"We're the new padawans sir, I'm Ashoka Tano,"

"And I'm (F/N) (L/N),"

"Wait, why are there two of you if only Obi-Wan wanted a padawan?" Skywalker asked confused.

"I was assigned to Master Skywalker actually," Ashoka informed much to the shock of both Jedi.

"It is I who was assigned to you Master Kenobi," (F/N) added.

"What?!"

"Nononono, there has to be a mistake,"

"It's him who wanted a padawan," Skywalker pointed at Kenobi who looked quite amused, and (F/N) could tell Ashoka was also amused but they themselves couldn't help but feel nervous as they began scratching their head but stopped before it became too noticeable.

"No, Master Yoda was very clear, he assigned me with Anakin Skywalker who had to watch over my training," Ashoka explained.

"But that makes no sense," 

"We'll have to clear this up later, those droids won't take much to figure out our weapons," Kenobi pointed out.

"I'll go to Rex to see how everything is going," Skywalker said with disdain.

"Take her with you," Kenobi said with a smile as he prompted Ashoka to follow Skywalker.

*Good luck,* (F/N) wished in a purr only Ashoka could listen, this prompted her to send a reassuring smile as she left to follow Skywalker and left (F/N) with Master Kenobi who turned to her.

"I will need to inform Cody about this too, shall we?" Master Kenobi looked at (F/N) who quickly nodded.

"Yes, Master Kenobi,"

"Call me Obi-Wan, there is no need for any formalities with me padawan," Obi-wan gave them a smile as (F/N) stood there for a moment shocked before following after him with a relieved smile.

Timeskip

(F/N) took deep breaths as they ran down the levels of Coruscant, trying to lose the clones that had spotted them earlier.

*Damn it, I had to be impatient like always,* (F/N) admonished themselves as they made a sharp turn into an alleyway where they stopped behind a dumpster to hide and rest for a moment.

(F/N) took a deep breath to regain strength, thankful for the rain that also helped to keep their body from overheating.

*Okay, I can't stay here anymore, I need to get in a ship and out of here now,* (F/N) thought with urgency as they scratched their head desperately but quickly regained their composure and moved to stand up until the sound of footsteps against the water alerted them of someone being in the alleyway.

(F/N) froze as they lowered themselves to the ground, ready to pounce into the opposite wall of the alleyway to get enough impulse to get to the house's roofs.

"(F/N)!" A voice called out, a voice (F/N) was very familiar with.

*Cody...what is he doing here???*

"C'mon kid we just want to get you back to safety," Cody assured but (F/N) only huffed knowing the "safety" he was referring to.

"Please, your squad is getting more worried by the second, we're all worried," Cody called out again.

(F/N) then heard another pair of footsteps on the other side of the alleyway, (F/N) made eye contact with Rex, both froze like deer in the headlights but (F/N) didn't wait for him to make the next move, jumping towards the wall and in less than a blink in the hash roof with the rain once again soaking them completely.

BUt (F/N) didn't even get a second to assess their surroundings because someone slammed against them and tackled them, making the both roll around the roof towards the ledge which they almost fell off if (F/N) hadn't managed to get a grip on a pole, now (F/N) could see it had been Wolffe who tackled them, he was hanging from one of their feet with a vice grip as he also recovered.

*The hell??!?!?!* (F/N) thought as Wolffe turned to glare at them.

"This game has gone on for too long brat, unlike the others, I'm not as paci-HEY STOP KICKIN-BRAAAAAT," Wolffe screamed as (F/N) manage dot get him to let go of their leg before standing up and running off avoiding the other clones that had been close.

(F/N) kept running until they came to a halt slamming onto the railing that prevented them from falling into one of the floor's ship ports that went from the first level to the last, it was a very nasty fall, but as (F/N) looked around and saw that they were surrounded the fall became more appealing.

"Kid please, don't make this hard, I know this is scary but you need to-" Cody began as (F/N) turned around to see him accompanied by Rex and Wolffe.

"Scared?!" (F/N) couldn't help but ask in indignation.

"You claim to want me safe but you tried to rip my damned claws out!!" (F/N) yelled as they shuddered at the memory, it had been the last straw that made them run away.

"(F/N) please, you need to understand we were trying to protect you," Came the voice of Clover from (F/N)'s left side.

"Those claws have hurt you so much and you even used them to get away from safety, they are just a danger to you!" Acorn said beside him and (F/N)'s heart ached so much at the thought that the squad she had trusted with their own life would ever try to do something like that, they even knew the meaning of such an action from them, so why?

"Get away from me!" (F/N) yelled and ruffled up their scales as a warning as they let their body morph a bit more unto their full form as they hopped onto the railway, using their tail to keep their balance.

"KID!"

"(F/N)!"

They yelled but (F/N) only glared at them.

*It's either jumping or going back, and like hell am I doing that,*

"Kid, we'll stop with your claws or anything, just please get off that railway!" Wolffe pleaded and (F/N) had to admit it was quite the sight to see the stoic Commander Wolffe plead alongside no one less than Cody.

"We'll let you see Obi-Wan, just get down!" Cody tried to persuade but (F/N) had already made up their mind.

(F/N) then looked at Cody dead in the eye as they ruffled their scales once again but this time completely as they took a deep breath and jumped down, the last thing they heard was the screams of the clones, but for some reason (F/N) felt that they would be fine, after all, it had been the force that had guided them here.

Timeskip change of pov

Cody sat behind his desk as he filed datapad after datapad before the door chime went off.

"Come in," Cody said and the door opened and let in Lucky squad, or in other words (F/N)'s squad, Cody had always known them but by now he could probably tell if there was a single hair missing on their heads, it had been already ten years since (F/N) got away and eight years since they lost their track.

"Sir," They all saluted.

"What is it that brings you here, anything new to report?" Cody asked even though he knew what they would say and ask, they had poured their entire beings into getting (F/N) back.

"Sir, we believe you know," Rabbit answered.

"I believe I do, and if you do then what are you here for?" Cody asked wanting nothing but to tell them about the news, but he planned to keep it a surprise, he wouldn't admit it, but he had grown attached to them since they came here from Kamino to be assigned as (F/N)'s scout squad, he has always been fond of the names they chose, symbolizing luck just like (F/N) as a hole.

"Why did you planet-bound us?" Carp asked the most hot-headed of the group.

"Carp," Red pulled him back, even if it was clear he shared the same feeling.

"I'm afraid that with the recent attacks towards our cargo ships I had to move some of the troopers here to keep the cargo ships safe, but then we needed more troopers here, you aren't the only ones and this won't be permanent, just take this moment to rest I can tell you need it," Cody explained.

"With all due respect sir, but we don't care about our rest, we need to find and bring (F/N) back!" Acorn spoke up.

"Acorn, I know it has been hard on you after-"

"I was there sir, I should have done something!" Acorn interrupted and Clover stepped beside him in support since they had also been there.

"And you will, but you won't be able to do anything if you are exhausted, do you think you'll be able to do anything in the shape you are?" Cody asked coldly and ht squad seemed to sober up.

"So go to your quarters have a good night's sleep and report for duty tomorrow, you are now dismissed," The squad didn't put much of a fight under Cody0s glare and left the room.

Cody sighed in relief, he knew they probably resented him now, it would all be worth it to see their smile later, he thought as he took his comm out and read Rex's last message.

"We have them,"

A few days before

"We are not doing that!" (F/N) refused their scales ruffling up.

"I like this just as much as you do, but the information we need and there is no one I can trust this that isn't you (F/N)," Ashoka tried to persuade as (F/N) paced through the small room scratching their head in frustration.

"Why me, any of us for a matter of fact, they'll recognize us!"

"Not you though," Ashoka pointed out and (F/N) stopped looking back at the hologram.

"Your species changes quite a bit as they age, you have changed and if we put on top of that your armor and voice modification, your basically someone else," Ashoka explained.

"Not to forget that your armor and scales make it so that you can't be stunned as easily as anyone else,"

"Yeah but should I remind you that my species basically closed off their planet during the clone wars, there's basically one Nakild for at least every 100 planets Ashoka," (F/N) pointed out.

"How many people even figure out you're a Nakild?" (F/N) remained silent since Ashoka was right in that, no one had ever managed to figure it out, thanks to the armor and to a few force suggestions that (F/N) had implanted in the armor to keep people from noticing them for to long, nothing too noticeable, just to make themselves uninteresting.

"I feel like I'm going to regret this...what clones are we talking about?" (F/N) asked after a long sigh.

"It would be Rex, Wolffe, and Gregor," Ashoka informed, (F/N) remained silent for a few seconds as they just stared at each other.

"Well....fuck,"

Timeskip

(F/N) stood waiting where Ashoka had said the meeting place was, but no one had arrived and it was already ten minutes after the time they had agreed.

Even if (F/N) wanted to not stand in the open like they were right now, Ashoka had said that it would hint at their nature, so (F/N) could only sigh while their tail tapped on the ground as they remained alert to their surroundings until their heard footsteps approach them,

(F/N) turned around immediately and saw the three clones fairly you looking.

*The hell, don't tell me they found a way to reverse their quick aging!* (F/N) cursed and ignored the ache caused by the thought that once upon a time it had been something (F/N) had wanted to help and find.

"You the clones I was sent to meet?" (F/N) asked trying to calm their beating heart.

"Were you expecting any others?" Rex asked with humor that (F/N) didn't mirror.

"Who knows, any clone could be acting like the ones I'm meant to meet,"

"How about we cut the chase and get to the point," Wolffe barked.

"Aww c'mon Wolffe I bet this is going to be fun," Gregor offered a smile.

"I do agree, do you have what we asked for?" Rex interrupted them before they could begin to argue.

"Depends on what you brought," At this Rex pulled out a small box.

"This is all the coordinates you asked from us, you can check if you want," Rex offered as he opened the box where four data drives were.

(F/N) took one and quickly scanned it, the result is shown in their visor, showing no tampering, trackers, viruses, or anything, they did the same with the others and the results were the same, but as (F/N) scanned the last one they tried to scratch their head nervously, only remembering the helmet when they scratched it accidentally.

"Everything's alright, so here is the info and credits you asked for," (F/N) handed over the two data drives that they had been tasked to switch.

"Hey, weird question but your a Nakild aren't you?" Gregor asked and it seemed as if the world had frozen as (F/N) turned to him.

"What?" Was all (F/N) could say.

"Oh, it's just that your tail is clearly that of a Nakild, but don't worry I won't tell, I know how bad the galaxy is with your kind," Gregor assured with a smile and went back to looking around as if nothing while (F/N), Rex and Wolffe only stared at each other.

"Anyway, I don't have all day, are we doing the trade or not?" (F/N) snapped back to Rex.

"Yeah, let's do it," Rex said as they handed each other what they had come for.

"I thought Nakilds stayed on their planet," Wolffe commented.

"Well, my family left long before the clone wars, so here I am," (F/N) lied as they quickly packed the data drive and were ready to book it until a shot grazed against their should, tearing the armor off as the group went down to the floor as more shots were fired.

"THE HELL!!" (F/N) yelled.

"NOT US!" Rex yelled back but as he and Gregor began crawling somewhere safer Wolffe stopped them and made them look and (F/M) who was also crawling in the opposite way, but their shoulder was easily seen, alongside the scales in it that made Rex remember.

Flashback

"Rex rex rex!" Ashoka yelled as she ran up to him and began dragging him back to the cargo bay.

"Is there a problem?" Rex asked worriedly.

"No, but (F/N) just shed and you need to see their shoulders!" Ashoka assured as they got to the cargo bay where the troopers were meant to be repainting their armors, but instead, they were all huddled up over someone, probably (F/N) Rex deduce as Ashoka made their way trough until they reached the center where (F/N) sat clearly embarrassed beyond belief as everyone awed and complimented the scales on their shoulders.

"(F/N), I brought Rex to show him!" Ashoka said exited and (F/N) just covered their face.

"Ashokaaaa, I told you not to tell everyone on the ship," (F/N) hissed.

"C'mon, it looks cool,"

"Yes, it's actually very heartwarming," One of the troopers assured and the rest made a sound of approval which seemed to just embarrass (F/N) even more, but they finally let their hands down to show their shoulders.

Rex hadn't been very aware of it before, but he did know that (F/N)'s scales were mostly beige, brown with a few dark purples mostly in their extremities, but where there had once been beige scales, there now stood a mix of 501 blue and 212 orange scales.

Rex couldn't help but feel happy but also curious, had they painted them?

"It's just because they are colors I'm regularly around nothing else!!" (F/N) yelled and they all couldn't help to cue as Ashoka hugged the giggling.

"But aren't those permanent?" Ashoka teased and (F/N) just pushed her away while hiding their face.

End of flashback

Said uncovered shoulder had the same mix of colors he had seen all those years ago and Rex couldn't help but yell in worry as (F/N) managed to get to the other side and stand up like them.

"(F/N)!" (F/N) in fact froze and turned to look at him before darting off managing to avoid the blaster fire.

The three managed to follow a bit later but were able to catch up to their slumped form in an alleyway.

"I told you the sedative would work," Gregor said cheerily as he sent a signal to stop the fire.

"We're lucky that shot managed to get through that armor," Wolffe muttered.

"And that this was actually a Jedi," Rex added.

"Please, there are only 27 Nakild out in the galaxy right now, of which 19 are Jedi who managed to get away, which makes them be around the 28% of Jedi who have escaped, they are really crafty to manage that, so we obviously needed a way to knock them out with one shot wich is hard considering stun shots basically do nothing bu tickle them, so I got to work and-"

"What matters is that we got them back," Rex said interrupting Gregor and not letting him begin to rant as he kneeled and took the helmet off, revealing the aged and tired face of the little padawan Rex had heard Cody rant so much about.

*Oh little one, so long away from safety, but don't worry we found you,* Rex thought as he stood up.

"Help me get them to the ship," He said as he took a hold of their upper body.

"When did the damned brat get so big?" Wolffe asked no one in particular as he took a hold of the lower body, remembering when Plo had spoken so much of them and little Soka.

"Nakilds naturally grow quite a bit, actually this one is fairly small in comparison to the average one even for a runt," Gregor explained as he helped with the middle part of the body and the tail.

"Why are they so small then?" Rex asked as they walked.

"Nakilds grow during their entire life but hit their major growth spurts when they are around 15 to 20, they are only small if they are malnourished and don't get enough rest,"

"Damn, if we had found them before or if we hadn't let them leave, they would have managed to grow strong and healthy," Wolffe cursed as they finally got to the ship.

After they secured (F/N) and made sure they wouldn't wake up until after they got back home Rex relaxed and took his comm out to send Cody a message.

"Cody,"

"Yes?"

"We found (F/N),"

"What?"

"Did you get them back?!"

"Before I tell you I need you to not info the lucky squad,"

"Why, they've been going insane searching for them?"

"I want to surprise them,"

"Alright, I how long will you be here?"

"Three days,"

"I can get them here in two, so I guessing you have them?"

"We have them," This was the last message that Rex sent before he turned his comm off and dozed off into a pleasant sleep, eager to see the reaction of his little sibling went they see their Jedi, searching their tech could wait.

[jangofctts]

ok but like rhyssa’s master is a dilf dhdnndn

his name is Deonis (Deo) Azeri and is rhyssa’s second jedi master. i dont have much about him yEt but dhdjdn he grew up on a different planet that also practiced the ways of the force and then joined the jedi order later in life. he’s a vERY patient man with a heart of gold. very kind and an excellent jedi knight

[americiumam]

i dont kno any of ur oc names so ... for your tallest oc, what do you think about when you look up at the stars? for your most bloodthirsty oc, what do you think of bullet journaling?

Tallest oc: Torar Olor (nautolan jedi master and author of a brief history of lightsabers — 10 feet tall!)

The stars still feel rather foreign to me, friend, after all of these years on the surface. I had never seen them before I was brought to the temple, and even now the Coruscant air is not…. optimal for stargazing. Still, when I have a moment, I do enjoying taking them in. They make me think about the vastness of our galaxy, of all the knowledge that exists just beyond my grasp. The stars remind me how far I still have to go, how little I have really done or understand. They motivate me, and yet…. somehow, I find myself tired when I watch them.

most bloodthirsty oc: the harbinger (shitty cringefail sith ghost!)

BULLET journaling? bah! bullets are for weaker beings! my journal is written in the blood of my enemies, harvested with my blade! bullets, blasters, the cowards weaponry!

(you get the feeling he doesn’t quite grasp the concept…)

[starlightkenobi]

Good Girl // Anakin x Reader

you guys asked for it, so ill deliver. also this is dedicated to the anakins bitches gc i love you hoes

rating: explicit

warnings: i cannot stress this enough: daddy kink, very inappropriate use of the force, dom angry anakin 😳, but he chills out and is all sweet so dont worry, use of slut/whore briefly, praise kink, choking, overstimulation

side note, this gif has evoked something feral in me and i want this man to rail me. that is all.

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“General Skywalker, are you paying attention?” Master Windu glared at him from across the meeting room. Obi Wan also shot him a scathing look, a look that Anakin was very familiar with from his early padawan days.

Anakin blinked, forcing himself back into reality. He gave his own equally annoyed look. “Yes, Master Windu. I am.” His gaze then drifted to you, sitting parallel to him in the Jedi council meeting room. You were staring back at him, an undeniable look in your eyes that he recognized from your many nights spent tangled in each other’s arms. It was lust.

Be careful, little girl. I know that look. Anakin’s voice filled your head, sending a visible shiver down your spine. Luckily, no one was paying enough attention to you to see your arousal, instead, opting to listen to Master Windu’s insufferable droning. 

You projected your own voice into Anakin’s head, casually spreading your legs while you kept your eyes locked on him. I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Anakin clenched his fists, giving you his own familiar look, one that he typically gave when he was on top of you and one of his hands was around your throat. Or, when you were being a brat. You decided that this persona is what you were going to go with. It was more fun than listening to Master Windu anyways.

Unless, you were thinking about me? Anakin’s eyes widened, shocked that you were really going to test him now, in front of the entire Jedi council. You probably were, thinking you could check out and fantasize about fucking me while Master Windu spoke...

Watch your mouth, you little brat. An aggressive voice in your head cut off your thought. Anakin crossed his legs, you figured it was an attempt to cover any erection he might have had.

Your tongue darted across your lips, becoming bold. You knew this was risky, at least Obi Wan was perceptive enough to notice you and Anakin eye-fucking each other from across the room. Still, you didn’t care. You were having too much fun.

What are you gonna do, punish me? Are you going to bend me over your lap in front of the entire Jedi council and spank me? Or are you gonna push me onto my knees and force your cock in my mouth? 

Anakin was fuming. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that he was going to drag you out of that room and fuck you in the nearest empty hallway.

What did I just say, little girl? Watch. Your. Fucking. Mouth. Maybe I just might spank you in front of the Jedi council. I’ll tell them that I’m just trying to keep you in check, make sure that you stay a good girl. My good girl.

You exhaled, forcing yourself to not moan outwardly. Your cunt throbbed with need, and all you could do was just hope that this council meeting would be over soon. Well, that and you could see how far you could push Anakin until he snapped.

But what if I want to be a bad girl, daddy? As soon as your your sultry voice filled his head, a concentrated vibration of the force was sent straight to his dick. Anakin swore that he could feel his heart stop. You were going to be the death of him. 

His hands wrapped around the arm rests of the chair with a vice like grip, his eyes immediately shooting daggers into you. Yeah, you were fucked.

“And with that, I am going to call this meeting to a close.” Before Master Windu could even finish his sentence Anakin was already grabbing your arm and pulling you out the door. 

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Your back collided with the bed, and you let out a gasp. Anakin had practically dragged back to his quarters, not caring about who saw, and certainly not caring about the bruises he left on your wrist from his tight grip on it.

“You little brat.” Anakin’s voice was deep and angry. 

“Anakin...” You whined, arching your back off of the bed, wiggling your hips toward him. This caused a sharp slap to collide with your thigh. “You think you can tease me, touch me, disobey me, in the middle of a council meeting, and then act like a little whore for my touch afterwards? You can’t be a disobedient slut one minute, and then be daddy’s good girl the next. You have to pick one.” His hand slithered to grip your jaw and forced you to lock eyes with him. You shuddered, seeing his cold, icy blue eyes lock with yours. He leaned in, letting his breath fan over your lips while he spoke. “And you know that isn’t my name.”

Shakily, you took a deep breath, inhaling through your nose. Anakin was so close to you that you could practically feel his lips brushing against yours, a phantom touch of the one thing he knew you craved. That’s why you pulled that little stunt earlier, anyways. You craved him, craved the feeling of his lips on yours and the feeling of being coddled, praised. You needed him, almost as desperately as he needed you.

“D-daddy.” You stuttered, trying to keep your cool while Anakin towered over you, caging you in like a frightened animal. You were trapped, with your hips pinned down entirely by one large, strong hand, that prevented you from fleeing. The other hand was wrapped tightly around your jaw, keeping you from looking anywhere but him. All you could see, all you could feel was Anakin. And he intended to keep it that way.

“There’s my good girl.” He cooed, and you couldn’t tell whether it was genuine, or if he was mocking you. To be completely honest, you didn’t really care. “I was beginning to wonder where she went after that little stunt you pulled.” The tone of his voice changed, switching from deep and unsettling to soft and encouraging. As if he was switching from his angry “I’m going to punish you” persona, to his “How is my good little girl! My perfect angel!” persona. You understood why. You deserved to be punished, but you also understood that Anakin needed this just as badly as you did. Being sent back and forth on Jedi missions across the galaxy, you haven’t had much time to be his good girl recently. Nor he, your daddy. He craved this feeling of control, of taking care of you in a way that no one else could. And you were more than happy to give it to him.

“No wonder you acted out, you just needed me to take care of you.” Anakin’s grip on your jaw softened, moving to caress your cheek. “Are you going to sit back and take all I have to give you, like a good girl?”

“Yes, I promise.” Your voice was breathy and hushed, bordering on a whisper.

“That’s the good girl I remember.” Finally, he leaned away from you, giving you a chance to take a deep breathe of air that wasn’t entirely him. You felt relieved, although you still craved his touch back on you. He was going to touch you, to be sure, just not in the way you expected.

Anakin leaned back, slowly stripping himself of his Jedi robes. You went to do the same, only to be stopped by the force pinning your hands above your head. “Let me, baby.” He wouldn’t even allow you to undress yourself without his hands on you. The smug bastard.

After much necessary maneuvering, you were stripped completely bare, while Anakin still had his boxers on and straddled your thighs. “Do you want me to touch you, baby girl?” He asked with a coy smirk tugging at his lips. He knew the answer, he just wanted to hear you beg for it.

“Yes...please. I need you, Anakin.” Your hips wiggled slightly, almost on their own, as you were completely unaware that you were doing it.

Anakin tutted, mockingly pouting at you. “You know that’s not how you ask me, little girl. Use my correct title, and tell me what you want.”

You whined, but reluctantly obliged. “Please daddy, please touch me.”

Anakin chuckled, deep in pitch and sending a shiver down to your very core. “Alright, if you say so.”

Although his hands rested on your thighs, you felt a digit insert into your cunt, immediately flexing and vibrating inside of you. It was a dull, unsteady shake, that caused a tingle in the base of your spine. Unprepared, you threw your head back in pleasure and arched off of the bed. Your hands, still remaining pinned beside your head by the force.

“Ani...what are you-aH!” A dull buzzing sensation pressed deep onto your clit, making tight, swift circles that Anakin knew you loved.

“I know you want my hands baby, but it’s only fair. You teased me with the force earlier...I’m only returning the favor.” To punctuate his sentence, the energy inside of you quickened. It almost seemed to expand, filling you up and giving you that dull ache of a good stretch that you craved, the one that Anakin always gave you when he filled you up.

It was so much, so fast. The feeling of pure force energy was swirling and pulsing around you. Inside you. The small, yet so very precise and calculated motions on your clit were driving you insane, and the vibrations that were being fucked in and out of you was sending you to another level of pleasure. It felt so good, but it was too fast. Your body was trying to catch up with itself, process what was happening so quickly.

“Daddy, I-...I c-can’t, it’s too m-much!”

Anakin growled. He fucking growled. Anakin’s grip on your thighs tightened as you writhed in pleasure before him. An invisible hand shot out to clutch at your throat, slowly constricting your airflow. “You can, and you will, little girl. Consider this a blessing compared to what I should be doing to you.”

He leaned forward, the grip on your throat getting tighter and tighter with each inch he moved. “Be thankful that you’re writhing in pleasure and not pain, baby girl.” You felt one last squeeze to your throat, before the presence vanished entirely. You knew that Anakin would never really hurt you, only spank you and get a little rough with you, and only with your consent of course. Still, the threat gave you chills.

He settled back onto your thighs, but you still felt smothered by him and “his” touch. This phantom touch was swirling around your wrists, caressing your sides and your face, teasing your nipples and groping your breasts. You were completely overwhelmed and overstimulated, being completely broken and rebuilt with each touch to your clit and vibration of your cunt. The force lifted you up, soaring you through an endless realm of pleasure towards a destination that you felt approaching rapidly.

“Now you are going to cum for me, baby. For daddy.” Anakin’s fingers rubbed gentle circles into your thighs, helping coaxing you to your orgasm. “Let go, baby. now.” You weren’t ashamed to admit that Anakin’s words sent you over the edge, moaning so loudly that the entire temple could probably hear you. The pleasure you felt was indescribable and unparalleled.

“There you go, good girl.” His soft words coaxed you through your soul altering orgasm, one that left you breathless and a little shaken. Then, as quickly as Anakin had given it to you, he took it away, only leaving you and him.

Finally, the air felt still. A calm peace after the storm. Little did you know, that this was only the eye.

[littlespaceporgs]

Ethereal

A/N: *cough* Welcome to my first smut piece, its pretty much all porn so enjoy! This is purely self-indulgent and I loved writing it. This is part i of my 100 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION! Which I shall give more info on soonish!

Prompt: hands on the other person’s back, fingertips pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp

Ethereal

Word Count: 2.2k Pairing: Kit Fisto x Reader Warnings: It’s pure smut ngl, mentions of a master kink (only like once dont get too excited) Summary: He went missing a week ago, and despite your jedi teachings, you worry after him. This is when he finally comes back to you.

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He knew you would’ve worried after him when he couldn’t check in. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do to stop his ship from coming under attack, cutting off all communications. It was now an occupational hazard of being a Jedi at this point. It had been a long week for the both of you, judging by the looks of things.

The datapad on the table was glowing blue, shining on what he could see of your face. He could see your eyes that were gently shut and the small crinkle in your nose. Your cheek was smushed against your arm as you slept on the table, the other had once been holding the datapad upright. This was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. Everything melted away for this, this peaceful quiet and calm. A strong contrast to what he had endured to be here.

He hadn’t wanted to wake you up, sleep never came easily for any of you nowadays. But you could not have been comfortable, and a selfish part of him really really wanted to look into your eyes before he left. He couldn’t describe why, but he just needed to. So he reached out, tentatively and gently, and pressed a hand on your elbow.

You hadn’t remembered falling asleep. But when you woke up, a gentle hand pressing you awake, you were quick to come to alertness. He’s here. Your eyes followed the fingers to a wrist, and then up to his shoulder, and then to his face. He was kneeling next your chair, his face at your eye level. He’s here. As you lifted your head from the table, your heart stuttered for a second when he gave you his smile. He said something, though you didn’t hear it. You just took in every crevice of his face like it’d been an eternity since you’d seen it last. His thumb was smoothing out small circles on your elbow is what brought you back.

“Hey I-” You couldn’t wait for him to finish. You launched at his neck, and you knocked him from his crouch so he was sitting on the floor. You straddled the Nautolan, burying your face in his neck and holding him tight. His long arm wrapped around your waist and gripped you just as tight. He smelt like blaster residue, but under that you could smell what was uniquely Kit.

“Force, Kit! Where the fuck have you been?” His heartbeat was thundering from where you rested your head. He pulled away to move the hair from your eyes, expression soft, eyes relaxed and his mouth quirked slightly. He was just stroking your face when he replied.

“Hi to you too, my love. I’m fine, thanks for asking.” You let out a sarcastic laugh and hit his arm.

“You deserve it, you scared me!” He sighed and frowned in a very unlike-Kit fashion.

“I know, and I am sorry that I-” you rolled your eyes again and clutched the front of his robes. You held him closer pressing your foreheads together, your eyes sliding shut.

“Please just shut up and kiss me.” The force around him flickered with elation, and he didn’t hesitate to fulfill your request. His hands dropped to your hips and squeezed, holding you in place, as your hands made their way to his face and jaw. There was very little space between the two of you now, your chests warm and in sync, steadily breathing. He nipped at your bottom lip and kissed you impossibly deeper, your tongues locking together feverently, desperate for each-other.

You suddenly became aware of how warm your abdomen was becoming, yearning for more, almost aching. His hands had worked their way in front of you and were gently slipping up against your stomach. When he started rubbing circles with his cold fingertips, you gasped against his mouth, where you felt him grin again. You gasped against his mouth, where you felt him grin again.

You pulled away, and moved down his jaw and kissed down towards the collar of his tunic, he let out a low groan as you pressed against his pulse point and the gentle swirls changed to a strong grip on your back. Against your thigh, he was growing harder, and you could feel the warmth radiating from the area.

You stopped your trail and moved to look him in the face. With a dazed and yet confident expression that you likely mirrored, he stopped gripping you and shifted his grip to the hem of your sleep shirt. As you both sat there panting, gazing at each other, your hands moved to his collar, down to the tops of his robes. It was almost silent permission.

“Are you sure yo-” you answered with a hard kiss against his lips, before pulling away and nodding.

“And you?” He beamed at you and nodded, pressing several light kisses against your neck, which caused you to giggle. He laughed and kissed you again, still smiling against your lips.

With one slight push his outer robes fell off his shoulders, his belt was gently placed to the side, lest you accidentally trigger a lightsaber (of another kind).

He pulled away again to tug off your own shirt as you made quick work of his under-tunic. When you went to kiss again, he gently pressed a hand against your mouth. Confusion churned in you as you tilted your head.

“If we’re doing this, its not going to be on the floor of where we eat.” You laughed as you pushed yourself off him and stood, pulling him with you.

For a second, he looked almost ethereal. The glow from the moon and stars illuminated his cheeks, and his eyes appeared to have stars of their own. He bent down to you and kissed you slower this time, walking you backwards to your room.

“Ow! Fuck, Kit, that was a wall!” As the back of your head burned, he pulled back by a hairs breadth and let out another laugh, but instead of making you walk blindly again, he stepped ahead tugging you into your room.

Once you were safely out of range of any walls, he grabbed your hip with one hand to pull you for a bruising kiss, while the other was palming one of your breasts.

Smiling against you, he backed you onto the bed, where you fell back. Pushing yourself up by your elbows, you could see him kneel down in front you, and he gently held your ankle in one hand. Starting there, he worked feather-light kisses up your leg. You shivered as he reached your inner thigh, clenching in anticipation, eyes shut.

When his touch disappeared, you opened your eyes to see him staring at you with pure adoration written all over his face.

“Kit?” He snapped out of it with a blink, and smirked.

“Sorry, I was just enjoying the view.”

“You happen to be quite the view you-” you cut yourself off with a moan and he pressed his mouth against your clit, licking at the small nerves. Instinctually you arched your back, and he used one hand to hold you in place and stop you from writhing, and the other one slides away from your leg as he inserts two fingers into you.

You moaning his name encouraged him more, and he grins against you at the way he makes you move. Curling against him, pulling and twisting the sheets in your hands. He felt one of your hands fly to the back of his head when he moved with you. You were gentle, knowing how sensitive his tentacles were, and Kit shivered in pleasure when you brushed past a certain area. He couldn’t help but groan from where he was when you gently squeezed.

He curled his fingers tighter inside you, and when he pressed his tongue against your clit again, you unravelled on him. Shaking all over, heat in your core letting go, as you panted with the release. He pulled back to climb on top of you, and kissed you almost desperately.

Reaching down between you, you palmed at the outline of the bulge in his pants, which rewarded you with a moan. This time it was you who pulled away, grinning all the while.

He pushed off you to stand and strip off his trousers and boots, as your eyes traced the curves of his chest down to his abdomen. You stood from your spot on the bed, and stopped when your were chest to chest. You ran your fingers down his chest and his breathing hitched when you ran slightly lower than his hips.

“Go and lie down.” His eyes widened at you, but did so, leaning so he was propped up against the headboard. They widened even more when your nude body straddled his lower legs, and one of your hands brushed against his cock. The tip of your finger swirled around the head and pushed the pre-cum around. You stopped your movements to see his full body, as he looked at you questioningly.

“What are you doing?” You smirked and begun to move your hand slowly, which caused him to push into your hand as you did so.

“Oh you know, just taking in the view.” He let out a breathless laugh, followed by a quiet gasp as you kissed the side of his cock. He reached out and grasped your hair, holding it tight as you slipped the head of his length into your mouth and ran your tongue down the side.

He cursed and bucked into you as you placed gentle kisses up the length, feeling the heat in your core return.

Your strokes became languid and slow as he moaned out your name and half-glared at you, though it was mostly hidden by the obvious lust. When you looked up, you could see the pleasure written all over his face as he smirked and grabbed your hands to pull you to him.

You follow his lead, straddling him as he stole the air from your lungs again, still not taking his hands from your hair. His body temperature was just as hot as your own as your breaths mixed together in front of you.

“Enough of the teasing, please?” You grinned as he shook one hand out of your hair and instead used it to guide your hips towards him.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about, Master Fisto.” He groaned as you sunk onto him, your nails tightening on his shoulders, leaving small indentations.

He starts with slow pushes, lazily slipping in and out of you, and sucked on your breast, twisting his tongue around the nipple as you placed kisses down his neck, sucking harder in certain areas to elicit a moan.

“I thought we agreed no more teasing?” You questioned, whining against him when he pushed into you even slower than before. He laughed as he pulled himself away from you, and instead placed both of his hands on your hips, leaving small bruises from how tight he held you.

“Of course,” he says with a grin, and sets a new pace that could make you scream with pleasure.

He was hitting that exact spot, sending rolling waves through your stomach and your clit seemed to swell with the new stimulation. Against his neck, you bite instead of the gentle kisses, and he moaned out your name, and beneath your hands, you could feel his heartbeats racing and how warm his skin became.

He knew that he was quickly becoming undone underneath your hands, so he reached with this thumb and ran small, tight circles over your sensitive clit, and moaned in return when you unlatched from his neck and mewled.

He trailed a short amount of kisses down your neck as you came undone around him again, and called his name desperately as your thighs shook and everything loosened and felt cold and hot all at once. Hearing you call for him in such a way sent Kit over the edge, feeling the heat of your core and the tensing of you around him and your soft hands as they gently clutched at his tentacles.

You peeled your head off his chest, and slumped by his side on the bed, both of your chests heaving as you caught your breath. He twisted on his side to just look at you, taking in the flushed skin and messy hair, and the forming marks that he had caused.

You moved so that your head was back on his chest, as you listened to his hearts and watched the Coruscant sky out the window. With a voice just above a whisper, you mumbled into his chest.

“I really did miss you, you know. I was worried.” He snorted airily, full of affection and adoration for you.

“I can see that,” and you couldn’t but laugh at the Nautolan. You sat up, looking him in the face, as he still stared at you with that soft expression.

“I mean it though, Kit. I love you.” He grinned widely before mocking thought.

“I’m fairly certain that that is very against the code-”

“Oh shut up, Fisto, you-”

“I love you too.”

[kiwikipedia]

Updated list for the Mythology AU

I’m still missing some things and I’ve added some things too? Idk whats going on lol.

Here are some extra notes before I post the Council List:

Basically, the most trusted followers of their sects ascend to familiars?? I guess???????

Stass and Adi share temples and followers— hence why Neyo is under both of them as a follower/familiar. No clue what creature he’d be able to shift into though

Saesee canonically had a Commander in the 2003 series but went unnamed and was colored incorrectly. If you know my Sticker series, you know I used him and gave him the name “Vic”, I also tossed one of his pilots in too— Char

Speaking of which, I have zero ideas for Oppo, Yarael, the Colemans, and Yaddle because they were either not on the front lines or didn’t participate in TCW because they uh. Died. (Rip Trebor and Yarael, we barely knew ye). Also only have a slight idea for Agen because the man said no to a unit and decided to yeet the hutts. Might give him the M10 because Ultimate Chaos, or Fox because He Deserves A Little Murder (did both, not sure if it’ll stick)

Still sorting out where the other Jedi would fall but from what I have been thinking either as minor gods of their own sects or minor gods under the Council’s domains.

Quinlan is a “minor god” of Trickery, T’ra is the god of the forest, Ahsoka is a follower of the Hunt, Anakin idk where to put him, Cin is a follower of Depa’s and Yoda’s (Possibly the minor god of the guardsmen or another form of protection), Sha would be a minor god because of her relation to Plo, maybe one of the wind gods? and the Padawans would follow their masters (ie: Depa and Caleb, Bant and Nahdar with Kit, Bultar and Lissarkh with Plo...). Still working on this idea

Jocasta: Historic Record

Luminara: Light

Idk what to do with Aayla

Tholme I might make the god of darkness? my knowledge on the man is lacking ngl

Micah was the god of Luck but he’s gone now :’) 

Even Piell held the OG War God title despite his status as the god of victory through battle, but then Agen was born (spawned from the blood of a battle?) and he took up the full name of the god of war? But only took spot on the Council when Even vanished. I guess?

idk what Tyvokka would be. Maybe the OG god of the Hunt? 

Yoda

Title: The Grandmaster, The Grandmaster of the Pantheon

Domain: Widom

Banner Colors: Hazy Green (HEX: #6FB170)

Closest Familiar(s) and Follower(s): (Undecided animal/mythological beast) | Gree (?) Thire (???)

Mace Windu

Title: The Shatterpoint

Realm: Justice

Banner Colors: Purple (HEX #8B3DC0)

Closest Familiar(s) and Follower(s): The Zillo  (lol) | Ponds

Depa Billaba

Title: The One Who Protects

Realm: Protection/Safety

Banner Colors: Pale Red/Smoky Red (HEX #B24444)

Closest Familiar(s) and Follower(s): (Undecided animal/mythological beast) | Grey

Eeth Koth

Title: The One Who Creates A New Way (This has to do with his canon leaving of the order)

Realm: New Pathways (connects with his line about Funerals and weddings, the new path of death and life) and New Fates (His leaving) 

Banner Colors: Forest Green (HEX #75BC00)

Closest Familiar(s) and Follower(s): (Undecided animal/mythological beast) | Lock

Oppo Rancisis

Title: The Upholder

Realm: Time (he’s just begging to be the ouroboros, lets be real)

Banner Colors: Silvery Green (HEX #9BC89C)

Closest Familiar(s) and Follower(s): (Undecided animal/mythological beast) (J... jormungandr?) | N/A

Ki-Adi Mundi

Title: The Tactician

Realm: Strategy

Banner Colors: Maroon (HEX #540031)

Closest Familiar(s) and Follower(s): (Undecided animal/mythological beast) | Bacara

Plo Koon

Title: The Sage of Storms

Realm: Storms and Sky

Banner Colors: Icy Blue (HEX #B5E5FF)

Closest Familiar(s) and Follower(s): Storm Dragon/Raiju | Wolffe, Sinker, Boost

Saesee Tiin

Title: (work in progress)

Realm: Earth, Stone, and the Riches Beneath

Banner Colors: Turquoise (HEX #30D5C8)

Closest Familiar(s) and Follower(s): Grootslang. Giant elephant snakes. Terrifying but have to do with the riches of the earth | Vic, Char

Shaak Ti

Title: The Huntress

Realm: The Hunt and the Beasts of The Hunt

Banner Colors: Blood Red (HEX #B20808)

Closest Familiar(s) and Follower(s): Great Amarok Wolves | Colt, Blitz, Havoc

Kit Fisto

Title: The Spirit of the Sea

Realm: The Seas and Oceans

Banner Colors: Sea Green (HEX #22CB9A)

Closest Familiar(s) and Follower(s): The Leviathan | Monnk

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Title: The Negotiator

Realm: Negotiations

Banner Colors: Gold/Yellow

Closest Familiar(s) and Follower(s): (Undecided animal/mythological beast) | Cody, Waxer, Boil

Agen Kolar

Title: The Attack Dog ( Not sure on this one yet)

Realm: War

Banner Colors: Royal Blue

Closest Familiar(s) and Follower(s): Chimera | Fox, Fordo

Even Piell

Title: The Battlemaster

Realm: Victory Through Battle

Banner Colors:

Closest Familiar(s) and Follower(s): (Undecided animal/mythological beast) | N/A (Honestly, i dont remember his commander’s name or if he had one)

Yarael Poof

Title: The Dream Keeper

Realm: Illusions and dreams

Banner Colors:

Closest Familiar(s) and Follower(s): (Undecided animal/mythological beast) | N/A

Adi Gallia

Title: The One Who Finds What’s Hidden

Realm: Perception

Banner Colors:

Closest Familiar(s) and Follower(s): (Undecided animal/mythological beast) | Neyo

Stass Allie

Title: The Navigator

Realm: Wayfinding

Banner Colors:

Closest Familiar(s) and Follower(s): (Undecided animal/mythological beast) | Neyo

Coleman Kcaj

Title:

Realm: Knowledge and Teaching

Banner Colors:

Closest Familiar(s) and Follower(s): (Undecided animal/mythological beast) | N/A

Coleman Trebor

Title:

Realm:

Banner Colors:

Closest Familiar(s) and Follower(s): (Undecided animal/mythological beast) | N/A

Yaddle

Title:

Realm:

Banner Colors:

Closest Familiar(s) and Follower(s): (Undecided animal/mythological beast) | N/A

[absurdthirst]

hi! I believe youre still taking requests. So um idk if i thought about this or dreamed it (i really dont remember) but what about if the reader was a mandalorian and din was just din or maybe he's a jedi or something. and somehow someway their paths cross and they realize they like eachother? maybe din rescued baby yoda and still cares for him and the reader is a little iffy about kids at first but then she gets used to baby. idk if this is too specific. do whatever with this idea honestly. 💛

***Interesing....🧐🧐🧐

The Mandalorian

The click of the blaster made the man freeze. His hands raised slowly as he turned, his body blocking the target from her view.

“Move aside or I’ll make you move.” The modulated voice rasped out of the aqua blue t-visor helmet of a Mandalorian.

Din Djarin blinked as he realized the Beskar covered warrior was a female. It was surprising to see a Mandalorian, they had been regarded as myth and legend. But for it to be a woman, was...interesting.

“I’m unarmed.” He offered, trying to ease the gloved covered finger that hovered over the trigger of the blaster pointed at him.

She didn’t say anything, just tilted her head at him. Doubting him. Din, flushed and reached for the blaster that was tucked into the waistband of his pants. Her finger twitched as he pulled it out and dropped it into the sand.

“Look...There’s been a mistake. This is a baby.” He offered, gesturing behind him. “This isn’t the target you are looking for.”

His words were calm, soothing as he reached out with the Force to implant the suggestion into her mind. Instead it was met with blankness, feeling nothing. Shit...the legends were true. The Beskar Helmet of Mandalore blocked the use of the Force. He reached for the weapon he didn’t want to have to show.

“Jetii” The word was hissed out.

“Wait...just wait.” Din held his hands out, away from the lightsaber that was concealed beneath his tunic. “The Imps want him for his powers. For my powers.”

That got a reaction out of the Mandalorian. She straightened, her finger lifting slightly off the trigger. “Explain.”

That was how they ended up on her ship. A relic from before the Empire called the Razor Crest. It was cramp and militaristic. The Mandalorian was quiet, very rarely engaging in conversation but Din had started learning her body language as time went on.

She had saved them. Protected them from the remnants of the Empire that sought the child. He was Master Yoda’s race. But even Din didn’t know the specifics. All he knew was that when Anakin Skywalker had entered the Jedi Temple and slain the Younglings, Din had merely been a Padawan. The child had been pushed into his care as he was hurried onto a ship off world immediately. He had never seen his master again. The Jedi had fallen and Din had put his head down and tried to protect the child as best he could.

He didn’t know her name, didn’t know much about her other than she was Mandalorian and the helmet could never be removed in the presence of another. Yet, Din found himself drawn to the mysterious woman.

It was obvious that she hadn’t much experience with children. Especially 50 year old green babies that enjoyed eating frogs. But as days turned to months, he would catch her being soft to the child. Letting him sit on her lap as she piloted the ship to the next planet. Or on restless nights he would find her sitting on the floor of the cargo bay, leaning against the hull of the ship as the baby slept against the cool beskar of her chestplate.

He tried to earn his keep. His “Jetii mysticism” as she called it helped them when a ventor was trying to swindle them. Some of the outer rim planets were home to beings that were not even deterred by the deadly warrior in the bid to earn credits. He knew that underneath the dry words was a begrudging admiration.

Since that first day, he had never tried to use his powers against Mando. Promising that he could be trusted. They had even taken to sparring together when there were free hours on a safe planet. A way to stretch their legs and keep skills sharp. It was interesting, fighting a Mandalorian. She moved fluidly, years spent training and fighting in the Corps that raised her.

Like him, she had been a foundling. But instead of being sought out by the Jedi for her use of the Force, she had been rescued by the Mandalorians during the height of the Clone Wars. When battle droids had attacked her planet and decimated the population.

They had bonded over that loss of family. It was slow, subtle, the way that they had grown closer. A brush of their hands in passing, or way that her body language became much more open with him. It was always interesting how closed off she was in public, the stoic machine. But on board the Razor Crest, she was softer, and he relished the few times he had heard her breezy laugh through the modulator of her helmet.

It was unusual, a Jedi and a Mandalorian traveling together. But they were hesitant to part, something neither one of them could explain. But they each knew that there was a future that involved each other, and that little green baby they were protecting.

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What's the story behind Arianness and Noiren if you don't mind me asking? I saw your art and now I want to know more about them👀 (~thedinalixlegacy)

You want to know about my OCs????

I'm genuinely touched and speechless and this is the best gift I could have gotten for the holidays- (no ones ever asked about my OCs I am in genuine shock and joy!)

Excuse me while I grab 15 years of character building/story to cherry pick from and shove under a cut!

Long post below!

Arianness and Noiren are twins(fraternal) and have two younger brothers.

The twins, Noiren(Sith Lord) and Arianness(Smuggler)

The younger two, Orkra, later called Agent Scathe (Imperial agent/spy) and Aidesan (Acolyte).

They're all native to a small village on Ryloth. When they were young an army of Imperials came to their village to take supplies and take any "useful" Twi'leks. They were searching for force sensitives, ones that could be strong and fight in the war, or ones they could be sold to the Hutts.

There they find the four children, scared and huddled in the corner after watching their parents get killed by the troopers. A Darth observes the group and finds that Noiren and Aidesan are force sensitive. The children are taken one at a time to the ships as they decide where to send them.

Noiren and his younger brother Aidesan are send to Korriban for acolyte training while Orkra was sent to Dromund Kaas to be trained as an agent. Arianness is unfortunately sent to many different places, working under different Imperials watchful eyes until she is old enough and sold to a Hutt named Gorbada.

She never forgets who the Imperials are and what they had done to her family. She is determined to break free from her servitude and find her brothers.

Arianness later overhears that imperials are landing on the planet and long story short she Leia style kills her master and makes off in an Imperial ship. She becomes a smuggler with a grey sense of morals to get the money and resources so she can gather the information she needs to get her brothers back. Along the way she ends up making friends that become her crew.

While she travels space, Noiren has climbed quickly at the academy, surpassing his master and becoming a ruthless sith lord. He only cares for himself, and his younger brother, who he has done everything in his power to protect. He cares very little for the sith around him or any Imperials thanks to his past. Once he becomes a lord, he takes Aidesan under his wing to keep him under a watchful eye so no one can hurt him.

He travels from planet to planet with his brother to aid in war efforts against the republic and eventually stumbles across this guy

Kenaas. A young (rather airheaded) Nautolan Jedi, questioning the Jedi code. Kenaas becomes a captive on Noirens personal starship and eventually turns to the Darkside and stays beside his new companion (that's a whole other story, but he's very important to Noirens character growth and eventually becomes his love interest).

As luck would have it Noiren ends up hearing through the Imperial agency that a "pirate" roaming republic space in a stolen ship has been working to find where acolytes train, which could very well be someone seeking to sell the information to people trying destroy the Sith academy. They decide to send Noiren and his crew to intercept the rogue Imperial ship on Hoth so the offender could be killed quickly and efficiently. He immediately attacks the thief and her crew (if anyone is interested i will be more than happy to share the crewmates too, I have many star wars OCs and most of their stories meet at some point)

The "Pirate" is Captain Arianness, who recognizes her brothers immediately but has no time to explain herself as she is swiftly thrown into battle. Shes heartbroken by how much her brothers have changed, but refuses to give up.

Kenaas Is the one that realizes that she and her crew don't return fire. Worrying that they may have attacked the wrong group, he insists Noiren step back.

The sith is reluctant and ready to kill if needed, but demands answers. Without the rush of battle between them he finally realizes who he had just been in combat with and is taken back. Now his initial questions have been exchanged for ones about how she got there, who these people were, and if she had been trying to find them.

She of course tells him everything, including that she wasn't working with the republic, all she wanted was so save her brothers and protect others like them from what they had suffered.

She learns that Noiren had been working for the Sith and the Imperials to keep himself and his brother safe while trying to track down their youngest brother in the agency,whom neither had seen in years.

Their reunion is touching, lots of questions, long stories and tears. He lies to his superiors after, saying he killed the pirate and her crew, and the two continue to work together to find Orkra.

It takes a lot of searching due to the fact that Agents are well hidden, even within the Imperial bases knowledge, and lets just say a moody sith lord and chaotic smuggler aren't stealthy and Noirens superiors become suspicious of him. With some information gathering of their own they find the young agent the group is looking for and use him as bait to try and lure them into a death trap. Knowing he is rogue brands noiren and his crew as a threat that needs to be eradicated.

Big battle commences and "Scathe" is now reunited with his siblings as they escape a base coming down on their heads. (Theres so much more to their brothers i swear but this is getting so long already lol)

All of them are now rogues,not wanting to fully take a side in the war yet and running from the imperial army.

They use Arianness's ship to go from planet to planet aiding villaiges like theirs to try and prevent anything like their own past from happening to them. (Kind of vigilante style???)

Theyre all grey, not exactly dark side, though Noiren is still heavily leaning that direction, and not really light side. Theyre just a renegade band of aliens trying to prevent mass suffering and slave trades while avoiding pointed attacks from sith lords and imperial ships. There are a lot of battles and craziness and Noiren has so much character development from just being an angry sith lord, but thats hard to convey in whats basically the spark notes version of a 15 year old character arc. (The republic also gets heavily involved in trying to hire them and whatnot)

Also keep in mind everything you just read takes place over the span of years. Arianness is jumping across the galaxy trying to get answers from anyone she can squeeze information from while taking odd jobs and trying to stay out of imperial space (and upgrading the ship she stole)

Note- Noiren and Kenaas are romantically involved and Arianness ends up marrying one of her crewmates and later has two children with him, so happy ending, still polishing and adding details, the full story has so much more (especially regarding the younger two, but this ask is specifically about the twins so I focused on them) but I've been rambling long enough.

Fun fact:

Arianness, Noiren and Kenaas have been around for about 15 years. Imagine my excitement when I was able to create them in SWTOR (I liked the markings in SWTOR much better for my gal and her brother than the ones I had originally given them so I just made those permanent :) )

Thank you for letting me infodump and I have SO MANY other characters so if you ever want a large masterpost about ocs (or even just more art of them.. I love drawing them) I'm more than happy to drop some. I dont get to share my OCs much and this has really been just. Wonderful. You really made my day, you know?

I may drop some info about a Torguta sith warrior I have in the future, she was exclusively made on SWTOR and follows that story pretty close, but she's a favorite so keep an eye out for her if you're interested.

Feel free to ask more about them if you want, too! I have so much passion and love for these guys and would love to share more about them!!!