#in this house we love and respect the Jedi

[starwarsaddiction]

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^^^ THE JEDI ARE NOT EVIL!!! I HATE THIS SHIT SO FUCKING MUCH!!!

Ah, yeah, tell me you don't understand SHIT about the Galaxy Far Far Away without telling me.

I mean, obviously, the Jedi are evil, they teach emotional awareness and control in a communal environment, they strive to be better all the time, and they grow their children to be trauma free and to be able to help others, who would ever want for their kids? And don't get me started with Obi-Wan and Yoda, warning Luke that Vader is bad, that he wasn't ready to confront him, considering that he wasn't trained enough and that they couldn't tell him point blank that that murderer was his father. How rude of them to prepare him for the idea that there could be no good in him to the point that Luke could have to kill him just to defend himself. I mean, it's not like Obi-Wan himself witnessed Vader killing random people just to lure him from his hiding, dragging him into the fire just to make him suffer, watched him saying that there was no Anakin left in him because he killed him himself! How could Obi-Wan not see that Anakin was a victim at that point?

Ok, I'm being sarcastic, because it's incredible, even more now after the Kenobi series, that people still think that Jedi are arrogant, selfish and entitled. It's absolutely dumb. Or in bad faith, and I think that it's like that for a lot of these video makers, not to count how many of them reeks of fascism and white supremacism, especially when they totally forget the Asian cultures that have influenced the making of the Jedi Order.

George Lucas said it: the Jedi are the most moral people in the galaxy. He wanted the story to be about them and their struggle, how evil can rise against the light and wipe it by the hands of someone that was once a nice kid and was conscripted into the Sith by his greed for power. It's an easy story, told in black and white nuances because it was meant for kids to understand a simple moral story. There is no other way, no grey Jedi, no balance after what Anakin did to the Jedi order. And it was just for the great compassion of his son, who claims to be a JEDI, like his father before him, that Vader can overcome his own greed for power.

Vader wanted Luke to join him, defeat Palpatine and became the ruler of the Galaxy, and THIS is still greed for power, it's still his mindset, until the point when he sees Luke stop fighting, choosing peace and self-sacrifice instead of joining the dark side, that he stands against the Emperor.

I also think that Obi-Wan letting Vader kill him in front of Luke, two films prior, was a sort of lesson on the importance to accept defeat, of self-sacrifice for the sake of others, and Luke accepted and embraced it. He was willing to die, instead of choosing the path to the dark side, and that's something these people don't want to see because, in their eyes, their favourite baddie can't lose because he's wrong, he can only lose because the opponent is stronger, not because he's morally better. It's a sort of barbarian mindset, only the strongest will win, so if Luke doesn't want to fight anymore it means he's weak, so how can he win in the end?

My friend, it's really pointless to read these people or watch these videos. They don't want to understand, they are watching another franchise. One done in their head that doesn't match reality. Even if GL and all the authors are saying in simple terms that the story is about how good were the Jedi, they will never believe it, mostly because they don't want it, for whatever reason.

[ruindil]

me: the jedi made some mistakes-

them: yeah the jedi were a baby-snatching repressed cult and they brought about their own destruction and it's their fault anakin fell and they deserved what they got-

me: the jedi have done nothing wrong. EVER.

[breakfastteatime]

Bode: Hey, uh, shouldn't we be going after Dagan?

Cal: I GOTTA FIND 45 MORE SEEDS FIRST.

[jedimasterbailey]

I’m not even halfway through the Brotherhood book and I’m so OVER IT with the Mace Windu slander. I swear every chapter takes a swing at a man who is literally doing his best and is literally RIGHT about everything. It’s honestly tainting my ability to enjoy the book a little. It’s time for the Jedi slander to end.

Like characters who have committed horrid crimes and come back get treated better 😒🙄 Mace hasn’t done a damn thing and every other conversation takes a stab at the man.

[antxlss]

run away

pairing: anakin x princess!reader

summary: anakin, the jedi assigned to protect you, finds you out of your bed in the middle of the night. you both end up confessing some things.

words: 1.2k

warnings: suggestive, lowkey robbed y’all

a/n: just a little something while i continue working on the ‘but, you’re my boss’ series. as always, thank you for reading!

~ maxie <3

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You had ran away earlier in the night to the library, the most peaceful place in the busy palace. You often spend your nights here. Anakin walked in and saw you dressed in an elegant silk night gown, immediately catching his eye. He had been appointed as your body guard by the Jedi council. Anakin had been fighting a constant internal battle for the past month and a half of his time as your protector. His allegiance to the Jedi code, and his growing fondness and lust towards you, the princess he had been assigned to protect.

"What are you doing out at this hour, your highness? You should be in bed." his eyes narrow, looking you up and down.

"Nighttime is the only time I get peace. No one expects anything from you at 3 in the morning." You laugh and adjust your position on the plush loveseat.

Anakin smiles slightly at your joke, but it drops as quickly as it came.

"You have a responsibility to protect the monarchy. You can't just go wandering about the palace in the middle of the night," Anakin glares at you, but you can't help but notice his eyes glancing slightly downwards as he says that, towards your exposed legs.

You hum. "As I have told you and my entire cabinet over and over, I can take care of myself."

"That's not the point, princess," Anakin's voice is firm, but there is a slight crack of longing in it.

"Your safety is important. If something were to happen to you, your entire kingdom and all of its people would suffer. It's our job to protect you and ensure that doesn't happen." his eyes flutter down to your neck, and then your chest.

You catch his insinuating glances. "I didn't sign up for this job. That's how a monarchy works." You laugh at your own comment. "If I could just run away from this life, I would. In a heartbeat."

Anakin looks up at you with an expression of sympathy, but is quickly ruined by his own lust

"Believe me, your highness, I understand your plight," Anakin reaches out slowly and brushes a strand of hair from your face.

"I'm assigned to protect you, not to keep you trapped here in a cage." He looks down and pauses for a moment.

"What I really want is to take you far away from here in my arms." He finally says, his eyes gazing at yours.

You aren't shocked by Anakin's confession. He had been leaving obvious hints of admiration your way for the entire month and a half he had been assigned to your palace. But you are shocked that you had fallen for him just as he had fallen for you.

"We both live lives that prohibit that from happening Anakin." You whisper.

Anakin moves in closer and gently traces your hair with his fingers.

"Princess, with all due respect, I don't think anything could stop me from being with you." He leans in slightly, and whispers in your ear, "I want to take you away from this place, make you mine, love you and take care of you forever."

"I want you to be mine," His eyes fill with longing, as he gazes at you.

"Let's run away. Far from here. We can settle on a planet where no one will ever find us. We can build a house, have children. We can live the life we never thought we could ever have." You ramble.

You are getting away from yourself. You have always longed for a different life. A normal life.

Anakin smiles warmly and places his hand gently on your cheek.

"Let's run away princess," Anakin whispers. "Just you and me. I don't care about my duty, or the monarchy, or anything like that. I just want to be with you."

Anakin lowers his head slightly until your noses are touching. "And I want you to be all mine."

Anakin's hand comes up to cup your face.

"I want to be yours." You lean into his touch.

His grasp on the side of your face pulls you towards him. Your lips touch.

Anakin's hand traces your features gently as his lips meet your own.

He cups the back of your head and pulls you closer, his touch growing stronger and more passionate by the second. He grips tightly just behind your head, and brings his lips down on yours.

His breath is warm and his touch is firm, sending pleasure through every nerve in your body.

You finally pull away. Your foreheads still touching.

Anakin stares passionately into your eyes, his hand still resting gently on your cheek.

"Let's go, princess." He whispers. "Let's run so far away from this place. Live someplace else, be someone else. We can have whatever we want."

He leans in and softly kisses you again.

"Please princess, I know this is what you want. We don't need anyone else."

"Okay." You hum.

Anakin smiles as he pulls away.

"Let's just get out of here, together."

His eyes light up with excitement as he leans in to kiss your neck.

"We can go anywhere you'd like, be anything you want."

His lips trail down your neck, his touch becoming more aggressive with each passing second.

You let out a gasp of pleasure. You hands tangle in the soft curls that grow at the nape of Anakin's neck.

"We will leave tomorrow night. We can pack everything tomorrow day." You almost moan as you unconsciously grind down on Anakin.

Anakin shudders, as you grind down on him, and he wraps his arms around you firmly.

"Yes, princess," he whispers. "I just need you. We don't need anything else. Just us."

He begins to undo your dress, pushing the material down to reveal your soft thighs.

You allow Anakin to run his large, rough hands over the fat of your thighs. The contrast between your soft skin and his calloused fingers send shivers down your spine.

Anakin looks at your thighs, his eyes filled with fire as his fingers continue their journey down your thighs.

"Princess," he whispers, "this is so wrong. We're not supposed to be doing this."

He looks at you with longing, and then back at you body, his eyes filled with lust.

"But I just need you, your highness. Your body, your touch...I need it right now."

His fingers continue to slide up and down your thighs, his breathing becoming faster and more intense by the second.

"By this time tomorrow it won't even matter. We will be long gone. I won't be a princess, you won't be a Jedi. We will just be Anakin and    Y/N." You assure him. "So please, make me yours. I need you. All of you."

Anakin shivers as you speak to him, your words sending pleasure through his body and his eyes filled with lust.

"Yes princess," he whispers. "Yes. I'm yours, all of me."

He stares into your eyes for a moment, and then kisses you aggressively once more, grabbing your thighs and pulling them tighter to him.

His breath is warm on your face, and as his lips meet your own his body presses down on yours.

This kiss this time is more rough. You are both filled with lust for each other. Filled with hate for the lifestyles you were forced into. But with each other, it doesn't matter.

You reached for Anakin's shoulders and quickly began to remove the pesky layers of his robes.

Anakin shudders as you remove his robes, his body tingling with pleasure as he removes his shirt quickly, revealing his muscular chest.

He glances towards the door, where guards would typically be stationed, and then his eyes meet yours.

"Now and forever," he whispers, staring at you with longing and lust in his eyes. "Nothing else matters. Only you."

[kazoosandfannypacks]

"i knew you'd never agree, and we didn't have time..." "typical. always a plan, never a good one." PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS (2024) A GOD BUYS US CHEESEBURGERS AHSOKA (2023) FAR, FAR AWAY

do not repost my gifs. do not download my gifs to use for other edits. if you’d like to know how to add these gifs to a post without violating tumblr’s t.o.s., or want to know how to find the clips i made these from, just shoot me a dm or an ask. i’d love to share what i know! 

image id and taglist under the cut.

a series of gifs, one column of them featuring the reunion hug from pjo and the olympians epsiode 5, the other showing the reunion hug from the ahsoka series episode 6.

the first two gifs are annabeth and sabine, respectively, both with awestruck smiles.

we then see a shot over annabeth's shoulder of percy, returned from the river, and a shot over sabine's shoulder of ezra leaning on the door of his space house.

there's a gif of percy waving and shrugging next to gif of ezra smiling and shrugging.

next we see annabeth walking towards percy, paired with sabine walking towards ezra.

we then see percy, guesturing with his hands as he makes an explanation, and ezra doing the same.

the next two gifs are annabeth hugging percy and sabine hugging ezra.

we then see close ups, in the first gif of percy's face, from confusion to a slight smile, and ezra, smiling very happily.

the last two gifs show annabeth, letting go, almost as if a little confused of what came over herself, and sabine letting go as well.

artist's notes: these edits were a nightmare to try and convert: tumblr said the clips were too small to covert to gifs, my video editor app won't let me loop gifs, and i ended up with several road bumps while using canva. eventually i got them working though!

sabezra taglist: @laughingphoenixleader @accidental-spice @kanerallels @piraterefrigerator @jedi-nurse @dootchster @lucasbridger @redroverrider @light-umbra @commander-tech @jedimandalorian @notanodinarygirl {if you’d like to be added to or removed from my Sabezra taglist, let me know!}

percabeth taglist:  { i do not currently have a percabeth taglist, but have a feeling that i may be making more percabeth gifsets/fanart/fics in the future. if you'd like to be tagged in these, let me know in the notes or tags of this post, or shoot me a dm or ask!}

[bungalowbear]

Across the Stars X

Pairing: Hunter x Jedi!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: It’s time for you and the children to flee Ibaar, but an unexpected and deadly adversary makes an appearance.

Warnings: action/fighting, mention of death and blood and a body being cut in half, major character death

A/N: It’s been almost a full year since I last updated this story. So sorry for the long wait! I struggled a lot with motivation for this series but the recent season has lit a fire under me. I’m excited to share this with you and what more I have in store. Let me know what you think, or come to my ask box to discuss the show! I’d love to hear from you :)

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Staying on Ibaar for this long was always a risk. You knew this, and yet it turns out even you aren’t immune to the temptation of normalcy, a coveted comfort promising a respite from your troubles. And now, your weakness might prove to be your and the children’s doom.

You and Tara race across the dirt and back home. Ushering her in first, you look over your shoulder before the door slides closed with a swift thud. The others scramble away from the window and crowd around you.

“What’s happening?” Lyra questions, looking up at you with worry painted across her face.

“It’s the Empire,” Petro says. His expression is even, but you can see the panic in his youthful eyes. “How did they find us?”

“Yes, the Empire is here.” Speaking slowly, you look at each of them before you continue. “But not for us. We know they’ve occupied other planets, and unfortunately, Ibaar is next.”

Gungi chimes in, asking what happens now.

“We’re leaving.” All four voices protest as soon as the words pass your lips. They talk all at once, lamenting their established lives on this planet. It pains you to take this away. You shouldn’t have given it to them in the first place. You silence them with the clearing of your throat. “This isn’t up for discussion. We’ve been here too long, and staying any longer will only put us in unnecessary danger.”

“We can’t just leave these people to be taken over by the Empire,” Tara objects. “They’ll be pushed around and exploited just like on Saleucami.”

You frown, shaking your head. “We can’t help them, Tara.”

“But—”

“You are a child.” The word forces itself out of you, stressed by her actions against the troopers. Tara’s eyes widen before she turns away from you. You sigh, addressing the other three as well. “You are children first, Jedi second. Do you understand?”

Petro, Gungi, and Lyra nod their heads solemnly. Tara still doesn’t face you, but the drop of her shoulders tells you she accepts your words.

“There is nothing of greater importance to me than making sure you all live long, long lives.” You open your arms and three bodies step into your embrace. Lyra tugs on Tara’s sleeve until she eventually joins. You stretch your arms as wide as they will go and hold the younglings close. “Yes, we help others when we can. But this is not one of those times. We’ll leave for the mountain just before first light.”

You tell the children to pack a bag and that you’ll check on them before it’s time to sleep. They’re quiet as they trudge toward their respective rooms, a few sniffles interrupting the silence.

After you tuck the children in one last time, you station yourself in the living room. Sleep doesn’t come for you, so instead you keep watch through the window. The house, the street, the whole town, is suffocated with a deadly tension. Once again, you sense the impending approach of an obscure force. Your mind’s cloudiness has improved, the shadow of the dark side slowly withdrawing from your psyche, but it’s still left you with a numbness you have yet to break out of. Your visions are not to be trusted yet. Not even worth considering. Not when the lives of four children hang in the balance.

Your heart aches for them. They are too young to have to endure what they have, but it’s also their very youth that helps you face another rising sun. Petro’s confidence, Gungi’s loyalty, Lyra’s gentleness, and Tara’s compassion remind you each day that there is still light and hope in this galaxy. 

No one knows how long this dangerous time will last for the Jedi, but you swear to yourself you will do all you can to protect their light. It doesn’t burn as radiantly as it did before, dimmed by the circumstances it finds itself in, but you’re glad you could foster it even if for a short time here on Ibaar. You cling to the hope that someday it can shine freely once again.

The sun has yet to rise when you feel a shift. Someone very dangerous to the Jedi has landed on Ibaar. It’s dark and menacing. It’s searching. 

You wake the children and help them gather their things. You raise a finger to your mouth, pressing your hand to the panel beside the door to open it. You step outside and make sure the coast is clear. Then, you signal for the children to follow after you. Quiet, careful steps make their way across the dirt into a narrow alley. Your small group sticks closely together, only the rustle of your canvas knapsacks make noise as they gently brush against your cloaks.

When you reach the far end of the street you hear the commotion. It’s coming from behind, from the direction of your home, and you realize you’ve been found out. You don’t know how but it’s not what’s most important in this moment.

“Hurry,” you tell the children.

But your quickened pace is not enough to outrun what’s behind you.

A blaster shot whizzes past your head. Turning, you see a squadron of troopers approaching. You pull the children behind a pile of stacked crates and untuck the blaster from the holster strapped to the back of your trousers. You wait until several rounds of fire stop before reaching your arm around the crate and firing back.

The troopers pause their assault, finding their own cover as you continue to fire. You manage to hit a few of them, but there are still too many for you to flee safely. You pull back behind the metal crates and face four worried expressions. 

“I’m going to cover you while you run to that next pile.” You jerk your chin to the crates diagonal to where you’re crouched. “On my signal.”

Lyra places a hand on your arm. A frown pulls the corner of her lips downward.

“I’ll be right behind you,” you assure her.

You look between each of them as you count to three and then start shooting again. You step into the middle of the alley while the children dash toward the crates. You dodge a blaster shot. Taking out another three troopers, your feet move backward toward the children. Another blast just misses you as you roll onto the dirt and land at their feet safely behind the crates. 

Getting to your hands and knees, you peek around the corner of the barricade and count four troopers remaining. You start to think it won’t be as difficult to get out of this situation as you initially predicted. But then you see a dark figure emerge from the cloud of dirt.

He wears robes as black as a moonless night sky. His tall yet built figure halts to position himself behind the remaining troopers. He reaches beneath his robe and reveals a circular object, a large ring with a handle running through the middle that he holds onto. He lifts it and a beat passes before two red sabers burst from either end. Glowing crimson eyes meet yours and you can’t fight the shiver that runs down your spine.

“Okay,” you say as you retreat behind the barricade. “Here’s what we’re doing. You’re all going to go ahead and get the ship ready.”

“What?” Petro asks.

“Master, no!” Lyra shouts.

“You’re all going ahead,” you repeat firmly, looking at each of them. “Get the ship ready. If I’m not back before the sun touches the mountain, then you leave without me.”

Tara’s brow creases, her lips part to voice her own disagreement, but you speak again. 

“You must do this.” Four pairs of shoulders deflate. They must recall your words from the night before because they don’t argue further. “Stay together and don’t stop until you reach the mountain.”

You manage an encouraging smile before you count again. On three, the children jump to their feet and sprint toward the end of the alley. A few blaster shots fly past you and you turn your head to make sure they made it off safely. You catch sight of Lyra’s cloak as they disappear around the corner before turning back and advancing on the troopers. You take out the last of them, and now it’s just you and the mysterious figure left in the alley.

“You’re not what I expected,” he states inquisitively, voice altered by the modulator within his mask. It hides his true face and you’re not sure if that makes him more menacing or not.

“Sorry to disappoint,” you respond, dryly.

“Nevertheless, Lord Vader will be pleased with your capture. He’s been searching for you.”

“Vader?” You’ve never heard the name before. Must be some new Imperial tasked with capturing any remaining Jedi. But why would he be searching for you specifically? “I don’t know any Vader.”

“But he knows you.” The mysterious figure hums, a deep and unsettling sound. “And how do you think I’ll be rewarded when I return with not just one Jedi, but a batch of younglings?”

“Unfortunately for you,” you tuck your blaster into its holster, “you’ll never find out.”

You take a deep breath in as you take your stance. He wields a lightsaber, so you suspect he might also be a Force wielder. He won’t be easy to defeat like the troopers who lay scattered around you.

Wind blows through the alley, disrupting more of the dirt and clouding the battleground between you. He charges first, swinging his dual saber, but you quickly side step his attack. You crouch down to swing your leg and take him off his feet but he leaps high, higher than any regular life form should. He confirms your suspicions about being a Force wielder when he uses the Force to hurl you against the pile of crates. Your head smacks against the hard metal, and you barely have time to blink before he’s on you again. He towers above you and raises his weapon. He brings it down without hesitation, but you raise your hand before it can slice through your shoulder. It’s a battle of strength. The prize is your severed arm. The Force vibrates chaotically between you and your adversary. Drops of perspiration bead down from your temple as the heat of the saber inches closer. 

Your eyes flick down to his hand. In a quick movement, you grab the hilt of the saber where the horizontal handle meets one end of the ring above his hand, twisting up and in the opposite direction of his hold. When his grip on the hilt weakens, you push off your feet and take control of the saber. You continue the disarming movement so that the saber makes a fluid arc that slashes clean through his torso.

He grunts as realization dawns on him that it’s over. You won. His body drops to the floor in two halves. You wait until you see the life leave his eyes, then you power down the saber. It’s a strange design, one you’ve never seen before. Part of you is intrigued. But the longer you hold it the more darkness begins to bleed at the edges of your mind. You toss it to the ground unceremoniously and hurry toward the end of the alley, leaving the town behind and heading toward the mountain.

The sunlight is already touching the mountain but you’re confused when you reach the cave and the ship is still inside, surrounded by the haphazardly discarded large rocks that covered the entrance. Immediately, you feel something is very wrong, and it becomes even more apparent when Lyra comes running down the open ramp of the ship. She’s calling your name as she holds out her hands that are covered in blood.

You sprint inside with Lyra right behind you and find Tara lying on her back on the floor with her head in Gungi’s lap. He has a paw pressed to her torso to stop the bleeding, but Lyra takes over again when she drops by her friend’s side. 

”While we were running out of the alley Tara was hit by a ricochet.” Petro’s not looking at you as he speaks. He’s rummaging around frantically through the compartments for a med pack. “She’s lost a lot of blood.”

You sink to your knees beside Tara. Her breathing is slowing down. You can feel her fading away. Your left hand takes hers and you smooth the hair from her face with the other. She stares up at you with watery eyes. 

“I’m sorry, Master.” Her voice is weak. It’s a soft plea for forgiveness. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault,” you assure her gently. “You were very brave. You have such a good heart, Tara. I’m so proud of you.”

You hold back your tears and try to keep a comforting smile on your face. You don’t want her last moments to be filled with sorrow. You hold her hand until her grip loosens and she releases her final breath. 

Gungi lets out an anguished howl. 

Lyra begins to sob. 

Petro drops silently beside you.

Tara lays before you all, lifeless.

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[wheresarizona]

An Adorably Sweet Man

summary: You both clearly had feelings for each other. It’s just a little surprising Din is the first to break.

rating: M (non-explicit smut, soft!Din Djarin, brothels, talk about sex workers (we are respectful in this house) love confessions, kissing, feelings, fluff.)

pairing: Din Djarin/f!reader

word count: 1900+

a/n: A fic for my follower celebration for my dear friend, @dresupi. She asked for space dad fluff with the prompt, “I love you, and it terrifies me.” Shoutout to @juletheghoul and @invisibleismyname for the beta! Love you guys.

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Mando had taken you in as a crewmember on his ancient, pre-Empire assault ship, to do maintenance and, on occasion, watch over his tiny green alien son when he was bounty hunting. The thing was, he didn’t actually need you for the maintenance. The man knew how to take care of his giant relic, sturdier than the newer starships, that he’d kept in pretty good condition. It was just happenstance that while he’d been docked in your boss’s hangar and you’d been doing the routine diagnostics, you’d found one issue of a couple of lines in the wrong spots that were hindering fuel intake a minuscule amount, and you’d corrected it, but he’d thought it was the greatest catch and offered you the job.

At least that’s what he’d made your boss believe. In reality, you had found that minor issue, but his kid was force sensitive, and you were force sensitive, and the little guy would not leave without you. He made you see through the force his time with his father, showing you he was a good man, trying to do his best by Grogu and keep him safe, and when you’d tried to explain that you weren’t a Jedi, that you didn’t have a lightsaber, and only knew very basic things taught to toddlers because that’s how old you’d been when the order fell, Grogu had basically communicated same.

And that was how it all began.

You traveled with Mando, whose face you hadn’t seen and who spoke very little, and Grogu, who made sure his face was the first thing you saw in the morning and liked to share things through the force all the time (his top two topics were food, and his dad).

Then things got… complicated.

Because Grogu had been right about his father being a good man, but you’d learned over time that he was truly amazing.

It took some time, breaking down those durasteel walls of his, and he’d slowly opened up to you, showed you little pieces of himself, until the reveal of his name, that made you feel like you knew the galaxy's greatest secret.

Din was a sweetheart.

The kind of man who showed affection through acts of service, doing little things to make your life a little easier and help you out, and also buying you trinkets to make you smile. He did things that showed you meant something to him, that he cared about you, and then one day, he came back from buying supplies, and had somehow found your favorite candy from a planet on the other side of the galaxy, and you’d hugged him.

It was like a dam broke because once he had permission to touch you, his hands were on you whenever he was near—respectfully, of course, never doing anything untoward, even if you wanted him to touch you like that, and thought extensively about what the situation was like under that flight suit of his.

You both clearly had feelings for each other, but were both too cowardly to act on them and ruin the dynamic you’d developed.

The three of you were stopped on a quaint planet said to have some of the best pleasure houses in the galaxy, and Din Djarin, the smartest man you knew, hadn’t known what those were. He assumed the place had a bunch of nice inns, bringing you there to stay for the night and have a chance to sleep on the real bed. The thought had been sweet, and luckily Grogu had been sleeping in his hover pod, the top closed as you walked down the street, passing the mentioned houses, with transparisteel walls to see into rooms and the very pleasurable activities people were getting up to.

Din’s back had straightened when you walked past the first one, his helmet glancing before turning back forward. You, on the other hand, couldn’t keep your eyes away, taking in the different species doing many various acts.

“What’s the, uh, difference between these places and a brothel?” Din asked.

“Pleasure houses, the people working are doing it because they enjoy it and the money is a bonus. Brothels, the people are doing it for the money, and usually as a means to survive.”

“And the workers don’t enjoy it?” You could hear the frown in his voice.

“I’m sure they do sometimes! Depends on how caring their partner is. But it’s more of a job to them, and they work hard to earn their money, you know?” You rubbed his shoulder over the rough material of his cape. “I have no doubt that the lovely sex workers you’ve paid in the past had a wonderful time.”

“I hope so, too.”

You were impressed with the creativity of some of the couples, positions you weren’t even sure you were flexible enough to get into. There was also an orgy, that had a lot going on, between species you hadn’t known had compatible parts. It was entertaining and had you feeling hot under your clothes. One caught your attention, and you stopped in your tracks, watching in fascination as a human woman was on her knees, bent forward, with a man holding her arms behind her back, pounding into her from behind. You couldn’t hear the sounds, but from how their faces were screwed up in pleasure, you had an idea, and arousal pooled in your belly, imagining what it would be like to be in her place. What does beskar feel like against bare skin?

“Do they know we can see?”

Din’s voice made you jump, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Fuck!” You shouted, hand touching over your heart. “You scared me.”

“Scared or caught?”

You looked over at him, narrowing your eyes.

“I’ll have you know I am unashamed that I enjoy watching people have sex.” You looked back at the couple, tilting your head. “Maker, I just wish it were me.”

Coughing sounded from Din’s modulator, and your head turned towards him again.

“You okay?” You asked, patting his back over his cape.

“Yeah,” he wheezed. “Swallowed wrong.”

Your eyes moved back to the room, watching the man flip the woman easily, putting her legs on his shoulders, as he thrust into her.

“Happens to the best of us, buddy. You ever miss sex?”

You knew he wasn’t a virgin. You’d had to wheedle the information out of him because you’d been curious and nosey, finding out that before he’d taken in Grogu, he stopped at brothels on occasion, which made him not knowing what a pleasure house was amusing to you.

It was quiet for a moment.

“…Yes.” He finally answered.

“Me too. What I would give for someone else to make me orgasm.” You sighed wistfully as you turned away from the window, patting Din on the shoulder. “Come on, big guy, let’s go find an actual inn. I was told I’d be sleeping on a mattress tonight, and no matter how many pillows you buy me, the rack remains only slightly superior to the Crest’s floor.”

You started walking, Din following, his strides catching him up to you quickly, as Grogu’s pod followed beside you.

To your surprise, there was a non-pleasure inn, and the rooms were reasonably priced. Din got a two-bedroom suite so you each could have your own beds.

The place was decent enough and would suffice for your sleeping needs, the three of you in the adjoining living room.

“Is the kid awake?” Din asked, the first time he’d said anything to you since the window.

You felt for Grogu in the force, his signature calm and even, indicating he was sleeping.

“Still out cold,” you answered.

Din nodded once, moving the child into the room, and returning a minute later, shutting the door behind him.

He stood there for a minute watching you, and your eyebrow raised.

“Why are you staring?” You asked.

You saw his shoulders dip like he was letting out a breath, and he walked until he was standing in front of you, close enough that you could reach out and touch him.

“The people…” he started.

“The people having sex?”

“Yes,” he nodded.

“What about them?”

“You… wished for it?”

“Well, yeah, don’t you?” You asked.

“I do.”

You felt an uncomfortable feeling form in your chest at the implication of his answer and his past history.

“Okay,” you said slowly. “Did.. um, did you want me to watch Grogu while you go, you know, visit one of the establishments?”

“No,” he shook his head.

Your eyebrows creased. What was this conversation about?

“I don’t quite understand your train of thought,” you said.

He moved a little closer, his gloved hand cradling your cheek, and you leaned into the touch.

“I want you, cyar’ika,” he spoke softly.

Your breath hitched in your throat, eyes going wide.

“Me?”

“Yes,” he nodded.

“What’s changed?” You asked. “Why now?”

He sighed.

“I didn’t like the thought of you with someone else.”

“So, you’re just jealous?”

“No. I’ve had feelings for you for a while, and I know you feel the same.”

“Well, obviously. But now, there’s an option of me paying for sex, and suddenly you want to be with me?”

“I was… scared.”

“Of what?”

You saw his chest move, hearing him take a deep breath.

“That I love you.”

Your eyes went wide again, eyebrows in your hairline.

“You love me?”

“I do. I love you, and it terrifies me.”

“Why does it terrify you?”

“The thought that you might not feel the same.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, his helmet tilting in confusion, and you imagined he was frowning under the bucket, feeling a bit bad, but the idea that you didn’t love him was hilarious. It took some seconds to finally calm down.

You put your hand over his on your face, your other moving to rest on his helmet.

“Din Djarin, you adorable, sweet man, I have loved you since the moment Grogu showed me through the force all of your best moments, loving and protecting him like he were your own flesh and blood, and my feelings have only grown as time has gone on. You have no reason to be scared. I love you, too.”

You’d thought you already knew the galaxy’s greatest secret by knowing Din Djarin’s name, but all of the pieces of him you’d gathered, loving one another without any idea of what was under the beskar, hadn’t prepared you for the last piece of the puzzle to slide into place, as his hand went to his helmet, pulling it off to reveal the face of the man you loved.

You were shocked, mouth falling open as you took in the soulful brown eyes and beaming smile, the way he had a dimple in his right cheek, and his dark hair a mess atop his head. He was gorgeous, a face the artisans on Naboo would carve into stone to immortalize, and only you got to see it.

His face slowly morphed into concern the longer you didn’t speak, until he broke the silence.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

His voice was even more attractive without the helmet, and there was a possibility you were going to combust.

“Yes!” You finally answered. “Sorry, a lot to take in. You tell a girl you love her, then break the creed you’ve followed your entire life in the span of five minutes, and it’s really just a rollercoaster of emotions.” You were rambling. “I loved you without knowing what was under that bucket, but I had not been prepared for how unfairly attractive you are. No wonder you wear the damn thing. People would be throwing themselves at you. Fuck, can I kiss you?”

He was smiling, cheeks pinking up.

“You can… I’ve just… uh…never.”

“Stop right there, babe. I will happily teach you in the ways of kissing… and more,” you winked.

He gulped.

“I’d like that.”

“And I want to see what else you're hiding under all that,” you said, pointing at his chest.

“You’ll soon find out,” he smirked.

Your hand went to the back of his head, pulling him close to you, slanting your mouth against his, kissing him hard and relishing in the surprised sound he’d made before he’d melted into you, his hands cupping your face, mimicking your movements. When you felt he had the basics down, you slid your tongue across his bottom lip, and he got the message, opening for you, swallowing his groan as you pushed in. He learned quickly, the two of you kissing deeply until breathing became a necessity, and you broke apart panting as you rested your foreheads together.

“I love you, Cyar’ika.”

“I love you, too, Din. Are you still scared?”

“No. I’m happy.”

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[rarepears]

Listen, I know that in this house we Love and Respect Obi-Wan Kenobi, but what if when the empire started hunting down jedis, another master hid on a far-off world... and so Yue Qingyuan's shizun was Mace Windu. Spread the weirdness around a little.

You know what would make this even funnier? Mace Windu being the founder of Cang Qiong. He was the one to create the sect, decide how many peak lords there would be, was aware of the rumors painting Cang Qiong sect as being thousands of years old and did nothing to stop it (maybe he even encouraged it), and acted the shit out of being a "cultivator" instead of a jedi.

Guy is such a theater snob already - I can totally see this.

Oh and you bet that the Old Palace Master continued to look down on Cang Qiong and Mace for that dark skintone. Colorism never left the chat.

[ninjigma]

QuinFox Week Part 2/7 - First / Next

Day 2: Dance With Me + First Date Track: 'Paint It Black' - Wednesday Addams (Spotify / YouTube)

"This is not part of the plan."

Quinlan grinned. He couldn't help it, the situation and the way Fox was trying so desperately to figure out how to dance without admitting anything was too amusing.

"Maybe, but every good plan is adaptable."

"And what exactly are we adapting for?"

Quinlan's hand gently pressed against Fox's side, encouraging him to begin a movement that would carry them left. Learning quickly, Fox followed, his feet starting to fall more naturally as they continued.

"Here, you have to follow my feet, not mimic them," Quinlan slowed to a half pace, still fast enough to blend in with the fast stringed music but slow enough that Fox would have a chance.

He was unable to see any blush or real expression past the mask Fox wore, but he could sense the slight tension of the Commander trying to do as directed. That and the lack of a quip showed that this was something Fox did not want to dwell on long, though Quinlan noted he followed the instructions perfectly.

"Overheard something was being unveiled tonight and I have to stay and find out," Quinlan offered in a rushed voice, trying not to get lost in watching Fox move. "You head out, can wait at the safehouse if you want, but this is Jedi related, so you don't need to be involved and one of us needs to make sure that information gets back."

The way Fox tilted his head forward and looked up through thick lashes was filled with fire. In short, he was not pleased at all.

"The mission-"

"Doesn't include putting you at risk for something unplanned and unrelated." Quinlan shrugged, kept a smirk plastered in place as he spoke the official line with ease. A way to keep Fox out of things.

"This room is filled with more Separatists than our intel informed us, and they already seem suspicious. Plus, we are already running out of time until they notice the information is gone. You can't stay. We have what we came for, we should leave."

Fox was correct, but Quinlan knew it couldn't be so. He had to get his hands on what he overheard. Failing that he would destroy it. Kept in a museum or not, he knew the artifact would be too dangerous to just leave behind, especially in separatist and therefore Sith territory.

"Fox," he sighed, face becoming uncharacteristically soft. "I am sure I'll be fine. You can wait in the safe house then and I will be quick. For now just enjoy being my date, yeah?"

Fox was quiet.

Quinlan watched him sway, curving and moving easily in sync with him now. He was assessing things, weighing options that Quinlan knew from experience he should not say a word about until Fox was done, which also meant until Fox had made his decision and wouldn't be swayed anyhow. It spoke of the man's determination and wit, and Quinlan thought highly of him for it, respecting how the clone choose to do things. And more privately he thought it matched the Fox inspired outfit he had chosen quite handsomely.

"Just so you know, before you rush off to be an idiot," Fox's voice was even, measured, didn't truly allow Quinlan a read besides Fox was potentially agreeing to do what Quinlan said. "This is a lousy first date."

Quinlan snickered and spun them a bit faster with the tempo, eyes subconsciously watching for any new signs of his quarry. "What do you mean first? What about all the times I bring you food or travel with you?"

"You sneak me food," Fox corrected, nose now turned upward. It was the much more familiar dance between them, and Quinlan was privately relieved for it and this meant Fox had fully relented, he would be safe soon. "And I only travel with you for missions. This is the first time you have deviated so far it is a whole different direction, and have specifically used the word date. So I am telling you, a double heist in a museum's masquerade gala full of separatists that would love to see us both dead is not a good first date. Horrible even."

Quinlan swayed closer, pressed more fully into Fox like he had his own gravitational pull. "Come on Foxie, we both know the only issue you really have with this as a date is because I called it one."

Commander Fox, the brilliant, cunning, mischievous man he was, didn't offer any response. But Quinlan noted with pride the slightest upturn to his lips.

@foxquinweek

[just-dreaming-marvel]

The Bond Between Us ~ 80

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 2,675ish

Summary: You try your best to keep Ben in the light.

Notes: Honestly, I cried while writing this. So tread carefully.

Ben often questioned you about secrets in the family, saying that you, his parents, and his uncle Luke were keeping something from him. Out of respect for Leia and Han, you couldn’t admit to Ben that he was right. That something was being kept from him. It had been decided early on in Ben’s life that he would be kept unaware of his Sith heritage. There were very few who knew the truth about Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader and they all vowed to keep it a secret until Leia and Han felt like Ben was ready.

As Ben grew, you could feel that there was an internal struggle inside of him. You had tried to coax him to talk about it, but he never would. Always brushing you off.

Despite Leia and Han’s wanting to have Ben live a normal life, Ben’s power required guidance. It was strong and raw, easily controlled by his emotions.

Ben was ten when he got in a fight with his parents and his power broke multiple fragile objects in the house. The two parents didn’t know how to handle this, as they never dealt with a Force welder like this. That’s why you were included in the conversation. Han and Leia felt like they were equipped to make a decision on Ben’s future themselves.

You sighed. “I sense much of Anakin in him,” you admitted. “It’s both a blessing and a curse, depending on how we go about this.”

“There have been talks in the Senate of a mysterious dark Force wielder named Snoke,” Leia explained. “I fear that he might try to influence Ben if he isn’t trained.”

“Do you believe he needs to be trained?” Han asked you.

You bit your lip nervously as you thought through an answer. “I’m worried that his training didn’t start sooner… There’s a reason why Jedi were trained young so that they could grow to use their emotions and power, not allowing one to control the other.”

“You and Anakin began training at nine,” Leia said. “Ben is ten. Are you saying that’s too late?”

“For me and Anakin, I… I don’t know if we should have been trained the way we were. But I can’t say the same for Ben. Things are different now and I don’t foresee Ben’s powers fading… Without some training, I fear his power will grow beyond his own control. No matter what though, I cannot promise that he will keep himself in the light. That is a choice only he can make.”

Leia and Han shared a look, having a conversation with their eyes.

“That’s it then,” Han said, looking back at you. “Ben will join Luke’s initiative to restore the Jedi Order.”

~~~

“Are you all ready?” You asked Ben as you stood in the doorway of his room.

“I guess,” Ben mumbled. There was a small bag packed, only filled with clothes due to the Jedi Code.

“It’s okay to be nervous and sad that you’re leaving… though Luke and the Code will tell you that attachments are dangerous, they are a natural part of life. I would still be careful.”

“Is it sad that I will miss you the most, Aunt Y/N?”

“Oh, Ben.” You walked over and made him look at you. “I will miss you so much. As I know your mother and father will.”

He scoffed. “No, they won’t… they’re always too busy saving the Galaxy. They won’t even notice I’m gone.”

“Ben Solo, you stop that. Your parents love you and have only ever wanted what’s best for you. They will miss your presence around here. I know I will.”

“Why can’t you come with me? Aren’t you a Jedi? Can’t you just train me?”

You sighed. Oh, how you wished you could fully explain why you couldn’t train him. How the past and your training still hurt you and how he needed what Luke could provide. There was also something in the Force telling you that you were not meant to train him.

“I wish I could, Ben,” you told him. “I really do. But your uncle Luke is a great teacher and you will learn so much from him.”

“But I would learn so much from you,” Ben argued.

“Not what you need to learn… I’m sorry that I can’t go through this with you. But know that I will be cheering you on every step of the way.” Your answer still wasn’t easing Ben. “I have something for you to take.”

“But mom said that I can’t take anything.”

“This will be our little secret.” 

You reached around your neck and unsnapped the chain that Ben had broken years ago. You pulled the chain off of you, revealing to Ben the ring that hung from it. Looking at it, you almost began tearing up.

Go ahead, little star, Obi-Wan’s voice filled your head, gasping you to gasp lightly. It’s alright.

“This chain and ring belonged to my husband, Obi-Wan Kenobi,” you began explaining. “He was a marvelous Jedi. He saved your mother more than once… he saved me and your grandfather. He is who you are named after.” You inhaled deeply, trying not to get too emotional. “This chain and ring were made out of one of Obi-Wan’s lightsabers. I have a matching one.” You wiggled the finger that your ring sat on. “I’m giving this to you as a reminder of where you come from, of who loves you. Obi-Wan and I wore our rings on the chains under our robes in secret.” You reached around Ben’s neck and clasped the chain. “No one will have to know.”

Ben’s hand came up to hold the ring, studying it. “Are—Are you sure, Aunt Y/N?” He wondered. “I know how much this means to you.”

“Which then should prove how much you mean to me… besides, I have a feeling Obi-Wan would want you to have it.”

Ben quickly hugged you tightly. “Thank you.”

You hugged him back. “I love you, Ben… always remember that.”

~~~

Luke was committed to re-establishing the Order’s teachings (despite your continued protests), which included teaching Ben that detachment and distance were necessary to gain the pure focus that every Jedi aspired to. Though being taught that, Ben often snuck messages to his aunt about his adventures with Luke and discovering old Jedi lore and artifacts.

As Luke’s new academy grew, he kept reaching out to you to try and get you to help him with training. You always said no, saying that you did not agree with all the Jedi Order taught. Finally, one day, Luke came to you personally. He showed up at your door with a beard and pleading eyes.

“Please, aunt Y/N,” he pled. “You’re the longest-living member of the Order I can find. I need your help.”

“Why?” You asked. “You seem to be doing so well.”

Luke sighed. “There is something up with Ben. I do not want to worry Han or Leia much about it. I know that the two of you have a special bond, I’ve seen him sneak messages off to you and the chain around his neck. He will not talk to me about what’s wrong and I fear I don’t know enough to truly help him. Please, Y/N, you may be his only hope.”

You could tell that Luke was seriously concerned about his nephew. You had been feeling something off with Ben in the Force more and more lately, but you couldn’t exactly pinpoint it.

“I will come to Ossus,” you told Luke, who looked relieved. “But I will teach what I want.”

Luke nodded. “That’s fine with me.”

~~~

“Aunt Y/N!” Ben exclaimed. The now twenty-year-old rushed over to you as you exited your ship.

You smiled. “Ben.” 

Your great-nephew eagerly wrapped you in a hug. You laughed as he lifted you up. It had been a long ten years since you had physically seen him in person. And now that you were just thinking of it, why were you always separated from those you love for ten years?

“I’m so happy you’re here,” Ben told you as he set you down.

You placed your hands on his cheeks. “You’ve grown up,” you said.

“And you’ve grown old.”

“Hey! I’m only sixty-five. Master Yoda lived until he was 900 years old.”

“My apologies, aunt Y/N. You’re just beginning your life.”

“That’s right.” The two of you started toward where the huts were located. “Now, how’s my favorite nephew doing?”

“I thought Master Luke—“

“Shh! Don’t argue with me. I'm your elder, remember?”

“Yes,” he chuckled. “Sorry. I’m doing… well. Better now that you’ll be teaching.”

“Didn’t Luke tell you? I’m only teaching the younglings.”

“Oh.”

“But I can still make time for you.” Ben only nodded as you both kept walking. “Ben, is everything alright? I sense that something is troubling you.”

Ben sighed and you couldn’t tell that he was having an internal struggle. You stopped walking and got in front of him.

“Ben,” your voice was serious, yet gentle. “You can talk to me.”

He shook his head, but not necessarily at you. More like he was trying to shut out a voice inside your head. “I’m fine.” He forced a smile on his face. “I’m good.”

You gave him a look, trying to show that you didn’t believe him. “Just… don’t shut me out, okay? I’m here if you need anything.”

~~~

Now that you were near Ben, you could sense more of what Luke was sensing. And, honestly, you believed it to be more of a problem than Luke could even sense. You were sensing the struggle between the light and dark that you had once sensed in Anakin and chose to ignore. There was also a familiar sense of Palpatine surrounding the darkness in Ben, something you had also sensed with Anakin and didn’t speak up soon enough. You weren’t going to make those mistakes again.

You found Luke meditating in his hut. He could sense your urgency to speak to him but didn’t bother moving from his meditative position.

“Luke,” you called, coming fully into his hut. 

“I know you’re here to talk about Ben,” he responded. “What have you discovered?”

“I fear he’s much more like Anakin than we feared… there is a familiar darkness in him, trying to coax him away from the light. It’s the same darkness that took your father.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

“We must speak to him then.”

“We can’t speak to him together. He will see that as an attack like we don’t trust him.”

“Then what do you propose we do?”

“Just… I know that he has begun helping train the younglings, and I think that he should do that still, but perhaps I teach him.”

“What would you teach him?”

“I have enough life experience with the Force and, even at my age, I could still easily defeat you in a duel. He has things he can learn from him. We already have a relationship where he trusts me. Give me some time—“

“Do we have time?”

You sighed. “I don’t know, Luke, I really don’t. Just trust me on this.”

“Alright. Let me know if you need any help from me.”

~~~

Ben was actually excited to begin taking lessons from you. You had a different view of the Force than Luke did, so he was eager to learn what you knew.

As you spent more one-on-one time together meditating, dueling, and talking, you could feel that darkness that was troubling him slowly begin to diminish. It gave you hope that you wouldn’t lose Ben to the dark side like you had Anakin.

That hope was crushed though all too soon…

Trying to make Leia look bad to the Galactic Senate, a Senator she thought was an ally found the truth about the Skywalker lineage and shared it with the Galactic Senate. The information shared included:

you and Anakin being twins

How you and Anakin were separated and you were given a different surname

Anakin and Padme’s relationship

Anakin’s fall to the dark side and becoming Darth Vader

The death of Padme and the birth of the twins

How Leia wasn’t actually an Organa, but a Skywalker

Leia had sent you a tearful message about it all after she had sensed Ben’s struggle with it all. She pled with you to talk to him as he was ignoring her. Before you could even go looking for Ben, he appeared in the doorway of your hut.

“Is it true?” Ben’s voice was rough and dark, his black hair shadowing his face.

“Ben, please, listening to me—“

“Is. It. True?”

“All of it’s true,” tears pricked your eyes. 

“My grandfather was Darth Vader? Why wasn’t I told this?”

“Your parents felt like it needed to wait until you were older.”

“Older? I’m twenty-three. How much longer were you going to wait?”

“It wasn’t my information to tell.”

“But it was! Anakin was your brother! I am your nephew! I had every right to know!”

“Your parents asked me not to, and I’ve done my best to respect that decision.”

Ben scoffed. “I’ve always struggled with trusting my parents, but I’ve never struggled with trusting you… until now.”

“We were just trying to do what we thought was bet, Ben… you have to believe that.”

“I don’t know what to believe anymore.”

Ben left your hut and you immediately sensed the darkness growing back within him. You couldn’t help but cry, not knowing how to fix this.

~~~

Two days later, you woke up in the middle of the night to the smell of smoke. Your eyes snapped open as you quickly sat up. You used the Force to pull your sabers to you as you left your hut. You gasped as you saw that the main building of the academy was on fire. There were dark storm clouds swirling in the air above the whole area, with lightning striking down and setting fire to more buildings. There was a figure standing outside of the burning building. 

You rushed over to see that it was Ben. His lightsaber was in his hand, ignited. He was breathing heavily, with sweat and specks of blood littering his face. His eyes were glued onto the fire… and a new shade of gold.

“Ben?” You breathed out. “What happened?”

You could sense the darkness in him, consuming him. You knew that he had done this.

“You should have told me,” he rasped darkly.

“Ben—“ You tried to reach for him but he spun and aimed his saber at you.

“YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME!”

“I know… I’m sorry… but we can’t change that now.”

“Just as you can’t change what I’m meant to do.”

“Ben, please. Don’t do this. Don’t go down this path. Please.” You were crying now, begging him to come back to you. It was Anakin all over again, and you were failing to stop the darkness.

“This is my destiny, to finish what Vader started.”

“You don’t know what you’re—“

“SHUT UP!” He stepped forward and hovered his blue lightsaber too close to your neck. “You can’t stop me… but I’ll give you an opportunity to join me.”

Your heart felt like it had stopped. Anakin had asked you to join him, and you never did. You were repeating some of the worst memories of your life.

You shook your head. “I can’t, Ben… you know I can’t… please don’t do this.” He stood resolute in his decision. “Ben…”

His free hand went to his neck and tore off the chain you had given him. He threw it at your feet, his eyes never meeting yours. Ben didn’t say another word as he turned around and walked off into the dark and storming night. You fell to your knees, allowing all of your emotions to finally hit you.

You had failed Ben… You had failed him.

The darkness had won and taken away one of your family members, yet again.

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[ruindil]

honestly every time someone accuses luminara of being unfeeling or cold i have to wonder how that person deals with irl human people who mayhap for some reason have a flattened affect, an “odd” tone of voice, or a tendency to try to resolve whatever a problem is first and react to it later. first time i watched clone wars i was so pleasantly surprised to see a character who was (in many ways) like me presented as a capable and good jedi and a friend and equal of the heroes, rather than like… a robot or a sociopathic savant.

I completely relate to you on that, anon.

Personally, if I face a problem that evokes a lot of emotions in me, I'm not very likely to unpack it or express it in front of others right there and then. I'll deal with the problem first and then later, when I have a moment, I can deal with what I feel. I don't know if it's how I was brought up or just my personality, but I've always seen it from the perspective that getting caught up in my emotions will not help me solve the problem and in fact will probably result in me doing something really stupid that I'll regret later. Guess we see why I like the Jedi, huh?

But I guess people who don't function like that see it as being cold or uncaring. And the tone of voice thing is really just people being weird. It's all about understanding that another individual may not express their emotions the same way as you (or Anakin in this case) and that it doesn't make the depth of their emotions any less powerful or any less real. Being unable to understand that is something Anakin is guilty of, and clearly a lot of fans too. Anakin falls into the habit of thinking no one ever feels as strongly as him (and Palpatine feeds that misconception).

Unfortunately, once again it boils down to the fact that people are unwilling to accept that others can be different and that doesn't make them wrong or mean that they need "fixing". The Jedi (and people like you and me!) should be allowed to be portrayed as heroes. Just because they deal with their emotions differently and healthily doesn't mean they're unfeeling or repressed.

[gffa]

Hi!  This is an interesting question because there has been a fair amount of Jedha lore being expanded on in The High Republic, but the era that's doing it is set 350 years before the prequels (382 BBY, so almost 400 years if you're going by when the Republic fell and the Empire rose) and it's really contained to a handful of sources.  I would say the main ones exploring it are: - The Battle of Jedha audiobook - The High Republic 2022 ongoing comic book (issue #6 came out just this week, it's still pretty new) That's really about it for that era and the other book I would suggest if you want to catch up on things yourself is Guardians of the Whills by Greg Rucka, which is set not too long before Rogue One and has Baze and Chirrut running missions on Jedha and showing them trying to protect the people of the city while the Empire encroaches on more and more of them. Which means there's not a ton about it yet, most of which is just setting the stage and introducing various religious groups and their basic dynamics--which is pretty much "the Jedi are still the big kids on the playground, some love them, some resent them, but generally they try to do their best to respect everyone and let people do their thing, it's just that by dint of being the strongest Force-users in the galaxy, they're always going to be in the position of being the big kids on the playground", while other groups tend to squabble a lot, sometimes with, sometimes against the Jedi, and none of them have really stood out yet. You've got the Church of the Force, but it's just one group among many and they're probably the second biggest group, but they haven't really done much yet. Then there's the Path of the Open Hand which were introduced in Path of Deceit (the opening novel for this era of the High Republic) but all you really need to know is that they're benevolent seeming and their mission is that the Force must be "free" (ie, no one can use it) because their belief is, if you use the Force to save a person here, then over there the Force kills someone else, to bring "balance".  So they reeeeeeeeeally hate the Jedi, who actively use the Force, and they're lead by the Mother who is being set up to be a villain, who we don't know her full motivations yet, but likely she wants to grow them as a cult and give her all the power.  In The Battle for Jedha, they stir up chaos and then go help people by creating an alms house to heal them, get people to "safety", etc.  So, they look like heroes, their members genuinely believe in their cause, they seem very nice, but ultimately no good is going to come from there. They've recently arrived on Jedha (in the High Republic ongoing comic) and are demanding a seat at the Convocation of the Force's table, to be part of their Council, but they've been denied so far and are making a big racket about how they're being shunned just for ~dissenting~. The other major players so far are the Guardians of the Whills, which seem to be in their prime here.  It's not super clear what they believe or how they operate, they don't seem to be able to use the Force much (other groups do have Force abilities, but don't seem especially strong, either) and are kind of more like guardian monks who keep order on Jedha and protect it. Sometime previous to the set-up of this era, the Jedi were fully in charge of Jedha, but no longer are.  Whether they chose to step down, were asked to step down, others stepped up, or what, I'm not sure if we know yet, only that the Jedi used to rule the place, but haven't in some time and some people are fine with it, some seem like they might resent it.  (Par for the course with the Jedi, some love them, some resent them.) Ultimately, the set up is "a bunch of Force religions create a council to facilitate interactions between the different groups and organize festivals for everyone to come to" and there's some squabbling, but also some good work being done, the Jedi can't help but be the biggest player (in part because this is Star Wars and they're our main characters, but also because of their sheer history and ability) even as they deliberately try to step back. There's a large gap of history between the High Republic era and what Jedha looked like by the time of the Empire rising, but my impression is that it had been falling out of favor for awhile, that the Rogue One visual dictionary still described it as a place of pilgrimage and holy to a lot of religions, it still had a bustling city, but it wasn't the same central hub of religious organizations in the galaxy and hadn't been for a long time. A lot of interesting stuff is happening on Jedha at this time period (and you could probably just Google for where to find the 2022/2023 High Republic comics, that should tell you almost everything you might want to know) or just scroll through the "Sites of Interest" section on Wookieepedia to see if any of them sound like places Ahsoka might want to mention--as a Jedi, I think she'd probably know of a lot of the places, you can decide if she'd have visited at some point (Jedi did take their initiates on field trips, after all), and might want to visit the Kyber Mirrors, which held a lot of significance for Force-sensitives, even if the Empire had probably mined it for kyber by then. But you'd also be fine just ignoring all of it, because most of this is from 400 years before and would be interesting history, more than a direct involvement!  I would say the Guardians of the Whills book tells you more about the status of the planet in that era, but you can basically guess, it's a lot of orphanages because a lot of parents are dead and everyone is poor and struggling to eat or get medicine, even the local orphanage struggles despite Baze and Chirrut's help, because the Empire sucks. Other than that, it's mostly introductory stuff so far, so a skim over Wookieepedia or some judicious Googling should cover it!

[jedimasterbailey]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[valeriianz]

10 fandoms / 10 characters / 10 tags

tagged by @virgo-dream and @seiya-starsniper, thank you! this took me a while... the way my hyperfixations work is, i'll completely devote myself to a piece of media for a time... then once i find something else i move on almost entirely lol. i of course still have a very soft spot for the shows/video games listed here (as well as my blorbos, such as they are) but the only fandom im currently active in is, of course, Sandman.

1: Levi Ackerman - Attack on Titan

I am in a love/hate relationship with AoT lmao (and some day i WILL finish the final season) but nothing, not even fandom war, will ever change my love for Levi. I'm obsessed with his backstory, how he came into the Survey Corps, and how it all sheds light on the decisions he makes and the tragedies he suffered through. I was fascinated by him since S1 and after the No Regrets manga came out, I was done for. He has been through so much and despite how cruel and unforgiving he seems, he actually has the biggest heart and-- guh I just love him. He deserves the world ;^;

2: Zuko - Avatar the Last Airbender

Truly was torn between Zuko or Katara... but I have always had mad respect for Zuko's redemption arc and how brilliantly it was written. I love how it takes a full season and a half for him to have this war within himself, that he makes the right decision but then regresses... before literally becoming sick with indecision and change. And then he finally proves his worth and becomes the most loyal friend and a perfect leader to rebuild a broken society. I'm a sucker for good character stories, and Zuko's arc in ATLA is my hands down favorite ever.

3: Roxas - Kingdom Hearts

God I just love tragic male characters, huh? lmao. This one is a no brainer to me. Roxas is the OG blorbo. I fell in love with him at the tender age of 17 and have never looked back. He is kind and loyal but also a feral gremlin. He is so goofy but sad and god dammit, I love his voice and his baby blue eyes. Also this line, "This could have been the other way around." *shakes fist* MY BOY!

4: Faye Valentine - Cowboy Bebop

We love complex characters in this house! Faye has all the traits of a character I usually wouldn't vibe with: she's arrogant (without much to back it up lol), lazy, and is susceptible to addictions. But oooh do I love a character who uses negative traits to hide how emotionally vulnerable they are. Faye appears strong, mean, and confident to a fault, but inside she craves companionship and is incredibly lonely (despite her lone wolf tendencies). Rewatching the show as an adult, I found Faye and I have a lot in common lol. She needs a hug.

5: Hob Gadling - The Sandman

Do I really need to say anything? lol I love that Hob is the fandom's plaything; molding and shaping him and writing him in all sorts of different ways... but I do adore his canon character. He is brash, stubborn, at times cruel and violent... but then immeasurably kind, loyal, and forgiving. He takes on immortality in unexpected ways. he thrives, he suffers, he works, he regresses, he makes mistakes, he learns from them, he changes... he is THE human experience.

6: Daenerys Targaryen - Game of Thrones

Robbed. Robbed. Absolutely robbed. The writers did Daenerys so dirty, I refuse to accept the final 3 seasons of GOT as canon lmao. (and here's another thing: I would totally accept her spiral into "madness" if it had been handled seriously. If the writers didn't just pull this out of their ass and instead thoughtfully worked in justifiable reasoning for her to go crazy). I'm 100% a stan and there's actually nothing you can say that will change my mind :)

7: Cal Kestis - Star Wars, Jedi: Fallen Order

My SON. My BOY! I have the adoption papers ready.

8: Tifa Lockhart - Final Fantasy VII

Another OG blorbo lmao. She's been with me since I was a teenager (also I always shipped her with Cloud, not Aerith. I do however ship Aerith and Zack... the latter whom almost made this list. Anyway-). Tifa is the badass motherfucker with a heart of gold. She is insanely loyal and truly the wisest of the bunch.

9: Mickey Milkovich - Shameless

ANOTHER BROKEN CHARACTER WHO GOES THROUGH EXTREME DEVELOPMENT? Can anyone sense a pattern?? This motherfuckerrrr *shakes Mikey and slaps him in the face and sobs* God I love it when a seemingly irredeemable character goes THROUGH IT and comes out shining a new, yet somehow the same old, sarcastic bitch.

(Also please note that Lip Gallagher almost made this list. Another shining example of the writers doing his character the WORST injustice just to keep him on the show. He should have stayed in college. He almost GOT OUT. He almost broke the chain. What he did was not in line with his character and I will stay mad about it).

10: Cesare Borgia - The Borgias

THIS. GUY! AURGH!! Arrogant, violent, sexy bastard. You piece of shit. Cesare actually did everything wrong, he doesn't want to be redeemed. But he is so fucking charismatic and I love that he uses it to his advantage. He's so fucking smart and quick on his feet. He's SUCH an asset on the battlefield. And he LOVES his family! He will kill a bitch with his bare hands if they dare insult his mother or sister. I love that he grumbles when given advice from literally anyone that isn't his most trusted friend, bodyguard, and assassin, Micheletto. Doesn't even flinch when he discovers Micheletto is gay, actually teases him for being a momma's boy, and genuinely grieves for his loss when he flees. He says out loud how he misses him and actually begins to doubt himself without Micheletto there to counsel him. Cesare is everything to me, actually.

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[dotthings]

Some Star Wars Rebels rewatch thoughts:

There’s just something about how there is this idea for the Jedi to manage feelings carefully, and how Ezra breaks down sobbing and Kanan holds him

Rewatching this series for the first time since The Mandalorian has me noticing things. Sabine has cultural traits and even personality we might associate with being Mandalorian, but she’s also got her own independent Sabine type thing and her attachment to the Ghost crew, and she’s an artist. And how any time Sabine gets near other Mandalorians, she becomes the most Mandalorian to ever Mandalore, which now I realize is true of many Mandalorian characters. On The Mandalorian, all that in-fighting, and how intense they are about their various cultural beliefs, yet proud of their overall shared identity, but they fight each other so hard, and Rau pushes all of Sabine’s buttons, hard. She’s furious about Hera getting hurt. The Mandalorian of Sabine intensifies.

Sabine is Clan Wren of House Viszla. She’s also Clan Ghost crew.

Similar to how Hera’s Ryloth accent re-emerges during the argument with her father. Her first family and her heritage are an important part of her, but her current identity is very much tied to the Ghost crew.

Or Zeb. Who has lost his home but is proud of his heritage and keeps Lysat culture alive. Child of Lysat. (Legends of the Lasat is one of the most spectacular eps the animated series ever made btw. It’s stunning).

Ezra who is an orphan and chooses the Ghost crew as his family yet he feels attachment to Lothal

It’s like the Ghost crew are a family of no nation (planet) and yet their respective heritages are very important still.

Kanan is the only Ghost crew member with no strong lingering affiliation to an origin culture or planet. He’s a Jedi with a very big heart who loves his chosen family deeply. He breaks and remakes so many Jedi order rules, he has to create his own rules for this era he’s in. The Jedi without a Jedi order. And in the process Kanan embodies so many of the best ideals of the Jedi. Because it’s not about dogma or rules, it’s about what’s in the heart of a Jedi that makes it work (and that’s what the sequel films were getting at too)

SPACE WHALES!!!

Ezra, who started the series taking care of only himself and putting himself first in order to survive, who then opened himself up to his chosen family and caring about others first, being so disappointed in Cham Syndulla, muttering that nothing matters more to him than family was a Moment. Ezra’s all the more disappointed because he was where Cham got to, out of desperation, to survive. Maybe he shouldn’t judge so harshly, because he’s been there, but it’s heartbreaking that Ezra has such a strong reaction, because he knows. He’s been through it.

Zeb and Kallus in The Honorable Ones. Steve Blum and David Oyelowo went next level with the voice acting and I love this ep so much. Actual seismic change moment for the show that doesn’t seem like it yet. Thinking about Kallus in his lonely cell-like Imperial quarters at the end and how he keeps the glowy warm rock Zeb found for them, that helped keep them alive. Zeb found and re-awoke Kallus’ heart, symbolized by that rock. Kallus always had a heart but he buried it and rationalized what he was doing, what the Empire was doing, he froze it over, Zeb melted it. With his glowy warm rock. These two…absolutely outright murderous towards each other when the series begins. And it ending where it does. Legendary.