#like one. LIGHTSABERS AND THE FORCE

[redbean-nom]

fascinated by the implied fennec-ventress-phee friend group in tbb. even more interesting (funny) when you add boba in there during the tbobf era.

[rochenn]

Neat how both Cody and Obi-Wan are absolute bruisers when push comes to shove. Something about being composed and professional while also having a talent for inflicting blunt force trauma. Rocking up to the Star War with nothing but your fists and winning (most of the time)

[raphaerolo]

Cwfkb2025: Chaste Kiss

Obi-Wan is helmet-blind I've decided. He cannot tell the difference between Cody with and Cody without his helmet, only seeing his darling sunshine.

Bingo card under the cut

[megamindsupremacy]

So like, y'all know that popular Star Wars fic trope of Time Traveling Obi-Wan Kenobi where he dies and then wakes up in his 11ish year old body back in the Jedi Temple? You know how usually he wakes up, has a few minutes/hours of confusion, and then goes about trying to act like he was at age 11 while slowly fixing everything wrong with the Jedi Order? Personally I think he would not do that.

I think that Ben "Lived As A Wizard Hermit For Two Decades On Tattooine, Left, And Then Died Immediately" Kenobi would wake up as an eleven-year-old, have a panic attack, attack the nearest adult Jedi while accusing them of Doing Weird Sith Shit To His Brain, fucking flee, only then realize he has time traveled, steal someone's ship, go flying out of the temple to god knows where, continue panicking, crash into a random moon while distracted, nearly die, build a survival camp out of his broken ass ship and eat whatever bugs he can find, get kidnapped by pirates, overthrow said pirates, steal their ship, and then very calmly return to the Jedi temple like nothing happened.

Then and only then do I think he would start trying to act like a normal human person (while also dodging questions such as "what the fuck was that" and "where were you" and "is that a pirate's ship?"), except he'd be bad at it due to having lived as an Insane Wizard Desert Hermit for the past twenty years who has experienced enough trauma and time that he doesn't super well remember the details of his childhood, what with all of the wars and death and wars and such.

His acting convinces nobody, but nobody is sure what exactly to do about All Of That so he's for the most part left alone (after very vehemently refusing sptherapy), all the way up until he catches a glimpse of palpatine out of the corner of his eye and then its On Sight

[kanerallels]

Ok, since you opened it up to AU requests from other fandoms, and since you've been TGE-posting the last two days . . . I would LOVE to see a snippet of Maia and co. (any "and co" will do, but my first choice is Csethiro or Beshelar and Cala) in a SW AU. (Also do not feel pressured to do this. I recognize it is kind of borderline on the list of what prompts you're looking for. I'm just. I think it sounds fun.)

OH MY GOSH friend. I was literally JUST thinking about this idea. Like yesterday. This is more a set up for the au than anything else but enjoy it all the same, there is a good chance I snap and write an addition later on:

When Emperor Palpatine died suddenly (from what, it was still unknown. A failure of the heart in his sleep, poison, assassination from enemies both close at hand or mysterious were all explored and summarily rejected), the Senate went into an uproar trying to determine his heir. The Empire had only been a true Empire for fifteen years—the succession rules were unclear, to say the least. There were those who campaigned for a political replacement, for a new election.

But those closest to Emperor Palpatine claimed to know his will. That his rule would be passed on to his closest kin, his half nephew. There was much murmuring over who this half nephew was. They knew of the half brother—a proud man who, unlike his fellow Nabooans, put no stock in the beauty of art and craftsmanship, but seemed to relish the art of war and profit.

However, Varenechibel (for so he was called) had died in a ship crash earlier that year, along with his three eldest sons. The fourth remained—a half human boy of eighteen, who had been raised by a distant cousin on an Outer Rim planet, safely out of the way.

He was out of the way no longer, and rumors flew thick and fast about this Maia Drazhar—whether he would be a ruler like his uncle, if the stories of his mother were true, calling the boy himself an inbred fool who would run their Empire into the ground. Very few had any faith in him, and most hoped that Mas Amedda, the Emperor’s Grand Vizier, would steer him in the right direction.

Some, like Senator Organa or Senator Berenar, seemed to hold out hope. Though when the boy himself finally appeared—tall and awkward and dark-skinned, accompanied by his scowling guardian and an elegant looking Twi’lek man who was as pale as the new Emperor was dark—hope did seem to flicker out. It would seem, it was remarked, that Mas Amedda had his puppet after all.

This all changed a month into the new Emperor’s—who, in Naboo fashion, had chosen a ruling name of Edrehasivar—rule, during which he hired two bodyguards of decidedly non-human descent, politely ignored Mas Amedda’s every suggestion, and began quietly ruling in a way that would have made Palpatine’s heart, should he have possessed one, quail with rage and horror.

The general Senate was up in arms, Bail Organa found himself positively delighted, and a young Umbaran woman, whose family was currently in negotiations of a personal sort with the Emperor, was revising her opinions rather rapidly. Csethiro Ceredin hadn’t expected much of Emperor Edrehasivar. What she had expected had been disproved, and she found she would be very interested to see what came of the Emperor’s rule.

She was far from the only one.

[sharffffff]

It had been two days now since the peace talks - and although the plan didn’t go through flawlessly, it went about as well as Pangi and Bad had intended, with a casualty to one of the people closest to the Chancellor, as well as the escalation in this war - so it all happened good enough. But for now Pangi had to lay low, knowing that the entire Jedi Order would love to take off his head, and be authorized to do so with extreme prejudice. Some could probably try talking to him first, like Ros, but he wouldn’t bet any credits on that - the stir he caused was of an unprecedented scale, driving the rift between the Republic and the Separatists even further than it was before, and he knew Ros would be a fool to try and express any kind of sympathy for him, even if she actually felt it - too big of a risk to her position in the Order, no doubt.

And to think that the damned cat caused all of that. Where did he even find Zam? His vod, his brother, one he had not seen since the day Zam chose to become dar’manda - there, during the peace talks, next to the shell that once was his burc’ya, the one that looked like him, talked like him, but was nothing like he once was. Every time he looked at that creature - who he couldn’t ever call by the name he once bore - he flinched, overcome with anger, and seeing Zam next to him just broke something inside him. It was part of the plan, yes, but presence of the one he once considered brother had only accelerated that plan into action. And this time, he made sure the thing walking around in Pili’s body was dead, with no chances to come back - at least, he hoped. Only thing he could do is hope. 

But for now, Pangi had to lay low, while the galaxy was lit on fire by the actions he took. It’s funny - Bad was a dar’jetii (although he kept telling Pangi that he never was a Jedi, he really didn’t care - all Force users were jetii to him in one shape or form) - but somehow, Pangi ended up on top of the Jedi Order’s bounty list. He took it as something to be proud of, really - if the assholes in the Order think of him as such a big threat, it just meant that he made Mando’ade proud. It did, however, mean that his current choice of a place to stay was incredibly stupid - he was once again in the same bar where he celebrated every successful hunt, even back when he was still hunting alongside his clan instead of getting involved in this war. Anyone who knew even a little bit about him would know to check his place - so he was lucky that none of the Order really knew anything about him at all.

The shift in the air. Pangi felt it instantly, his eyes darting towards the bar entrance while his body remained still to not give away that he noticed the person walking in - he had to keep it cool, he had to not giveaway his position, his alertness, not make anyone too suspicious of him. Regulars wouldn’t sell him out, he knew that, he made sure of that long ago, but anyone who wasn’t a regular was a risk, and any new face in the bar could be a potential danger. This one, though… This one wasn’t.

“Su cuy’gar, Zam. I see you’re not dead yet- well, if you can call being dar’manda  being alive.” The poison stained his words, even all these years later, but beyond the poison it was obvious just how much he was hurting. He never stopped thinking about that day, about losing his vod, about everything they had between them thrown out just like that, on a whim of a traitor who he once thought to be his closest friend. And for him to show up here, now, in a space he knew was Pangi’s safe space? It felt like yet another betrayal, worse than him appearing during the peace talks on the side of the Republic, and Pangi didn’t even try to hide his anger.

“Hello to you too, Pangi, and I’m living my life quite well, just for the record.” Nautolan’s voice was a bit shaky, and as Zam fidgeted with a stray tendril, trying to find what to say, Pangi could see the holster on his side more clearly - and it didn’t help quell his anger in the slightest.

“New toy, I see? The Order must have been so happy to nab a Mando’ad for themselves, they don’t give those out to anyo-” Pangi stopped himself mid sentence, every bit of sarcasm evaporating from his voice as soon as he had more time to look at the lightsaber’s hilt. He knew what saber it was, he knew who it belonged to - and he hasn’t seen it in so long. It made complete sense, of course - after Master Pierce was done with the duel, the Order took the body away before anyone could even approach it, and Pili’s saber was most likely still with him even then, but… Pangi never seen the thing that posed to be Pili with that saber, he never had a holster, and so Pangi assumed it was lost… Guess it wasn’t. “Was it… was it on his body?” 

His voice sounded broken, his mouth was dry and he could barely breathe, vision focused on the one thing from Pili that he thought was lost forever - now in the hands of his former vod, like a cruel mockery of everything that had happened. The universe was working against him, at least it felt like that. 

“Yes, he gave it to me before- But why does it even matter? Why would you care? You killed him! Right in front of me! Why do you get to be mad at me when I should be mad at you? Do you have any idea what you have even done, that you subjected this galaxy into even longer period of chaos when we could’ve had peace?” Zam’s large black eyes were filled with confusion and anger, his tendrils’ tips were vibrating with emotion, and Pangi didn’t really get why. Maybe Zam changed too much since he last saw him, maybe dar’manda life made him softer - or maybe this is just what happens when a Mandalorian loses his soul. Pangi couldn’t know for sure, but what he did know was that he wouldn’t apologize for his actions. What he did had to be done, what he did was part of the plan that was finally set into motion.

“If you’re waiting for me to say sorry, you will have to forget about it - I have nothing to apologize for. If anything, I did you and this entire galaxy a favor, ridding it of that thing. He probably only brought you along because he knew what you meant to me. Once. And if you have nothing else to say to me except throw out actions I do for the sake of the cause, I’ll be on my way. Have to make sure my squad is all good, you know? Even dar’manda know what loyalty is.” Pangi began to stand up, as ready to escape this conversation as ever, when Zam put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

“You’ve changed, man. And I don’t get it! You hate me for being Force sensitive, and yet you surround yourself with people with far stronger Force connection than me! I’ve seen how you look at Lukey, I hear how you talk about Pili - and yet you abandoned me the moment you found out - the day I found out I was Force sensitive? Why? Why am I the only one you hate for this?”

Pangi’s head turned to Zam with almost a snap, blind fiery rage flaming in his eyes. Is that what Zam thought Pangi hated him for? Is that what he thought ruined their relationship? Did he really think that Pangi was that shallow?

“This only shows that you never truly known me at all. I never hated you for your Force sensitivity - I would’ve defended you from the clans or even Mand’alor himself if I had to! Who cares about you having that damned magic? You betrayed us! You betrayed me! You came to me telling me that you were leaving, that you had already made up your mind, asking me to leave with you - you decided to become dar’manda before even giving me a chance to help you! To reassure you it was okay! You decided to cut off your soul, and in doing so, you cut off me! This was your doing, not mine! And if anyone has changed, it’s you. You were once ner vod, but now? Haar’chak! Now you’re nothing more than a traitor. We’re done here. You just showed that you’ve never known me at all.”

Without a second for Zam to collect himself, Pangi grabbed his helmet off the counter, stood up and stormed out of the bar. His vision was clouded with anger, and he felt as hurt as he was the day Zam first told him about him abandoning the clan. He didn’t get it back then, and he didn’t get it now. And to think that all this time Zam thought that Pangi hated him for something he was born with, instead of for what he decided to do… He just didn’t get it. He knew Zam was smart, so how could have he been so oblivious to it all these years? Sometimes people just see what they want to see, to absolve themselves from all the consequences. Pangi knew he was guilty of it too, but he also admitted when his actions were wrong - they just had to be done. 

Everything was going according to plan. That’s what Pangi kept telling himself as he raced his speeder towards the hangar where his ship was anchored. Everything was going just like it had to. Everything would be justified in the end. They just had to reach this end, they just had to fuel this war, they just had… they just had to survive until it’s over. Pangi was just afraid he didn’t have that much more time, that he wouldn’t be able to see it through. That he wouldn’t be able to say this was all worth it.

[mobgabriel]

"hey mob how crazy you are over echo and silent"

well...

all things considered i'm extremely normal about them

[ohheycallmek]

Life was simpler in 2020 when the only thing I cared about was interacting with the fanbase on TikTok in the midst of writing my own fluffy Kylo Ren fanfiction at the height of "Fix Your Attitude" because I was genuinely appalled that a person would craft something so graphically smutty about my tragically misunderstood baby boy.

And that's tea, sis. ☕️

[redbean-nom]

force unleashed II is certainly something

featuring, among other things:

an explanation for how boba is simultaneously making a billion credits a year and also completely broke

boba answering a holocall from vader in his pajamas and vader subsequently not saying anything about it

boba's roommate/hunting partner/situationship, who wears a combo of clone and mando armor and seems to have a similar relationship as zam and jango

boba killing a giant creature by flying directly through its heart

hyper accelerated clones and boba attempting to not have Emotions

questionable space physics

boba having more Emotions

the start of his contract with vader! (made while pointing a blaster at vader's head)

boba discovering the empire's secret cloning lab full of evil sith clones of himself (obtained via aforementioned partner betraying him). it seems like all the accelerated clones are going insane from Having Boba's Memories

kill it with fire

rahm kota's weird disguise droid fights boba as jango

he is probably regretting this job right now

more Emotions, this time of the non-clone variety

he delays the job because he's busy crying. which, fair

so in summary of boba's horrible life, in one day:

his partner left

said partner turned out to have betrayed him

said betrayal resulted in the creation of a bunch of sith clones of himself

a jango-shaped droid almost killed him

and then the target's tearful reunion reminded him how horrible his life is

[hotchocolatier]

Do you think that Tenel Ka uses the Force to dull any phantom pain from her missing arm? (I also need the distraction)

WHAT a great question :D with the disclaimer that I am not an expert in this topic:

phantom limb pain is common from what I’ve read, so it’s very likely to be something tenel ka would experience. I think especially early lightsabers TK might at first try to ignore it or power through it - lightsabers features so much growth for her, but you can’t tackle everything at once, yknow. So much of her feelings about being an amputee are tied up in her desire for bodily autonomy and independence, and so she might try to hold onto mentally controlling or ignoring pain - however, in lightsabers, she also comes to the realization of considering her use of the force another aspect of herself, not something that takes away from what she can accomplish. The force having application as a disability aid would probably tie in really well to her arc here.

noting that she was on a hapan ship when most immediately dealing with her injury, I think she might distrust doctors and be disinclined to see one about this due to everyone who was there being more motivated by the queen mother’s agenda than her welfare, and being extremely ableist to her in the process as I recall. In contrast, I think the early chapter in lightsabers where she considers and contrasts her experiences with Luke’s provide an indication that she might eventually pick his brain about possible force using techniques for controlling this type of pain. They are shown to have a relatively close relationship in this era. we don’t get much detail on like, medical facilities in Luke’s Jedi academy (the series is a bit sparse on logistics), but I could still see TK experiencing some friction depending on how they operate.

and of course this aspect of force powers would fall under the control umbrella of we use the control, sensing, alter classification of force powers, and is more specifically and aptly named control pain. I am curious if a Jedi could attempt to use this power for long term pain, or if it would be a strain in and of itself for that. One thing I read said that phantom limb pain may eventually dissipate with time, so perhaps using control pain might bring one to a point where it’s not needed. The force also could maybe be used to directly administer some treatments that are attempted to alleviate pain like nerve stimulation. Either way, this would be something she would likely be getting information from Luke about, and possibly training, as there might be some danger in attempting to learn this as an unsupervised student.

@fancyfade - I’m curious if you have any thoughts on Jedi using the force to manage chronic pain

[grimmjowjaegerjaquez]

swtor bug really has taken root again in my head because im making up yet another catboy

[kanerallels]

Don't mind me just kriffing SOBBING over our blueberry boy speaking onscreen for the first time in OVER FIVE YEARS

[iolaussharpe-24]

I need to get my hands on about three or four BMR1959 Ken dolls (the one with the man bun) to do customs.

One would be left alone.

One would become Nightcrawler from X-Men Evolution. (Possibly two, if I ever figured out how to color a doll body.)

One would become Kylo Ren. (Or any other Adam Driver character of my choosing.)

[knife-em0ji]

I’m taking this weekend off to catch up on all the estar guars shows I missed and like. Hey. Was anyone going to tell me that andor is the best Star wars show ever made

[redbean-nom]

arise, daughters of dathomir

Other versions:

Without the magic (probably my 2nd favorite version)

With all the magic

Simple/unshaded version

[deepdarkconsumption]

The VR game "Pistol Whip" is a good time for several parts of my Kin Brain lmao