#this is still an Anakin x oc fic after all

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

always forever pt 2

pairing(s): anakin skywalker x oc!padawan

warnings: puking

summary: after getting hurt in battle, anakin and obi-wan are there to comfort serenity.

authors note: hi guys. this is another snippet of my anakin skywalker fic on wattpad! read here.

not edited

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

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her head was spinning, her stomach cramping, and the acidic fluid was slowly crawling up her chest to her throat. she managed to swallow it back down and open her eyes, looking around at the basic room. she'd never been here before. she didn't recognize it at all.

she attempted to sit up, immediately hearing a protest from across the room. "i wouldn't do that if i were you," anakin said.

she groaned and laid back, rubbing her eyes and looking over at him. "what?"

"its not smart to try to get up right now," he said softly. "you're hurt."

she sighed and immediately felt the pain in her thigh return. "i'm fine," she lied.

the corners of his lips curled up slightly. "oh really? tell your mind that."

"you're reading my thoughts?" she asked curiously. qui-gon had taught her how to keep people out of her head. she'd been using that technique ever since. how was he doing that?

he let out a chuckle under his breath. "because you're hurt," he replied. "it makes you more vulnerable. when we first met, i couldn't read anything."

before she even had the opportunity to reply, the door was opening and her mentor was entering the room. she feared what he'd say. maybe he'd never send her on a mission again. it wasn't her first, but she felt as though it may be her last due to this. and his silence was only making it worse.

"i'm sorry master," she blurted out immediately in defeat. "i failed you."

he moved to sit on the side of the bed next to her, a comforting smile on his lips. "no need to apologize. you did not fail me, dear. things happen and thats alright. not everything goes as planned. you handled it better than i could've asked," he said softly, holding her hand in his own. "i should've never sent you out there with no protection. because of my reckless decision, you got hurt."

maybe if i were a better fighter and less scared of the possibilities, i would've never gotten hurt and i could've completed the mission, she thought, completely forgetting the two could read what she was thinking.

obi-wan let out a soft sigh and squeezed her hand tighter. "anakin, may i have a word with serenity? alone please?"

he nodded. "yes master," he complied, stepping out of the room and shutting the door behind him.

"you did not fail me, serenity," the jedi said. "you are one of the greatest i have ever known. at your age, i couldn't do half the things you can. if i were in your situation, that hunter would've killed me. you can even ask qui-gon. therefore you should be proud, dear. you held your own."

she shook her head slowly. "if i didn't waste so much energy, i could've taken him and got the job done. i wasn't thinking and it cost everything."

"it did not," he reassured. "my top priority isn't finding some planet or meeting the prime minister, its about keeping you and anakin safe. and you're still alive, aren't you?" she nodded in response. "then you have nothing to worry about. you did better than i could've ever asked of you."

she squeezed his hand tighter and took a much needed deep breath. "thank you master."

he gave her a crooked smile. "now keep those negative thoughts out, alright? i'm proud of you, dear," he said before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "anakin, you may come in."

the padawan quickly returned, once again closing the door behind him and returning to his spot by the corner.

"why did he come after me?" serenity asked suddenly. "the hunters. i thought they wanted senator amidala."

"it is clear that they've also taken a liking to you and your abilities as well," obi-wan said distastefully with a scowl. "that yellow mist was to weaken you. we're not sure how long it'll take to wear off, but the nurses gave you something to help bring it back up faster. and until we can confirm your safety from these hunters, anakin will be stationed with you to keep you protected while you heal."

she dug the heels of her hands into her eyes and groaned. "i'm fine master. i feel normal."

"i can read you, reni. you're not fine," he replied like a parent.

she huffed out a frustrated breath, immediately regretting that decision when she felt a burn slide along her throat. she immediately sat up despite the pain in her body and headed towards the bathroom. leaning over the toilet to vomit up the contents of her stomach. she felt a comforting hand on her upper back and another holding her hair away from her face.

she felt like she wanted to cry. she wasn't sure the last time she genuinely did cry, but her fear of throwing up was really hitting her like a bus right now.

once she felt somewhat okay, she used a paper towel that was laid out to wipe her mouth and lean back against the wall. she watched as obi-wan entered the bathroom while anakin continued rubbing soft circles with his palms.

"you feel fine, right?" their master teased softly.

she nodded, stomach turning again. "i do. i just have a fear of vomiting," she admitted embarrassingly.

"you're meant to fight in some of the most difficult situations and you swore yourself to the jedi code for a lifetime but you fear vomiting?" he said with a slight grin, trying to hold his laugh back.

she once again nodded with a straight face. just thinking about it was enough to cause her to hurl over the toilet and let out whatever was sitting uneasily in her stomach. anakin held her hair away again, lightly patting on her back this time to try to get everything out to spare her from this pain again.

she wiped her mouth once more and leaned back, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths. she absolutely hated this disgusting feeling. "i don't think i have anything else left in me right now," she mumbled weakly under her breath.

"do you want to lay back down?" anakin asked softly, offering a hand for her to take, which she gratefully did with a soft 'yes.' he carefully pulled her up and escorted her into the bed with a hand on her lower back, making sure she didn't fall or anything on the way.

"i'm gonna go get you something to eat, alright? you need something in your stomach after that." obi-wan said. "watch over the room anakin, i will return shortly." and with that, he disappeared out of the room.

the padawan trailed over to the singular sofa and took a seat to give his legs a break. "you shouldn't beat yourself up over this too much you know," he said softly. "one time when i messed up so bad, he banned me from going on missions for three months until i finally got over myself and admitted that it wasn't my fault," he explained quickly. "the sooner you admit that it wasn't your fault, the faster this journey will continue for you."

"three months is harsh," she chuckled softly. "is that why he took me on missions so often for a while?"

anakin couldn't help but let out a laugh. "probably." the room fell into a comfortable silence now. he looked over at the bed she was laying in then towards the door their mentor would be walking through soon. "he seems to really care for you."

she was a bit caught off, trying to comprehend what he was talking about. "what?"

"master kenobi," he said clearly. "he seems like he has a soft spot for you." he shifted slightly in his seat and got a bit more comfortable. "how'd you two meet anyway?"

"i could ask you the same," she replied with a slight grin.

he smiled and breathily chuckled. "i'll tell you if you tell me," he offered.

[starwarsbian]

answer all the star wars questions!

1. i think rey is the most controversial character because people are fucking losers and no one hates star wars more than star wars fans she’s my babygirl i love her

2. my most unpopular star wars opinion is i honestly… do not watch the prequel trilogy i’ve seen attack of the clones twice and rots like three times?? ill watch ep1 tho

3. favorite fandom pocket is tumblr but i love my tiktok star wars mutuals

4. if i lived in universe i think it’d be coruscant i wish i was cool enough to live somewhere else

5. i suppose x reader fics of din djarin or anakin idk 🙏 i like dinluke too or skysolo or reyrose <3

6. my favorite star wars story element/arc is the purposeful parallels between vader and luke

7. i have one for anakin and one for rey!

8. i laugh at anything with yoda i saw a drawing of yoda talking to luke and it was something like “i must get to know my father there’s still good in him” and yoda says “no, crazy he is. put down he must be”

9. all time favorite piece of content is return of the jedi !!!!! i love every part of that movie

10. i get most of my star wars merch at 5 below tbh i think a lot of star wars merch is UGGO especially figurines so i have quite a few star wars funko pops and one single star wars shirt that was my gf that’s almost as old as me

11. i suppose i relate most to luke i too have a terrible father who i want to know and believe there’s good in but im delusional or rey bc my dad left me too bae! it’s funny laugh

12. my comfort character is luke!!!! have u seen him? he is my baby angel i would die for him he’s so precious and he makes me laugh

13. my hot take on the sequel trilogy is i like it and no one can change my mind i prefer the og trilogy but if i could erase reylo from existence i would love it much more

14. i like a lot of the fandom except where the fuck are the gay people i’m surrounded by hets ???

15. i don’t have a star wars blog i wish would follow me! i’d actually prefer if the ones i rly like didn’t follow me because im annoying as fuck

16. i fell in love with star wars after i watched anh for the first time it was 100% luke being endearing from the beginning although i did watch the mandalorian first and really liked it!!! it’s what made me watch everything else

17. i haven’t been at an opening night 💔 im much newer to star wars than id care to admit

18. i .. do write fanfic for star wars.. so far it’s just smutty modern aus 💀💀 and i have like half a whole fic of oc x din djarin that’s entirely self indulgent and she is based on me and i keep that to myself for funsies

19. favorite spin off series is either the mandalorian or the book of boba fett!! i just think they’re neat i also love rogue one

20. he’s han solo..yeah he shot first when has he ever kept his mouth shut and his blaster down fuck greedo

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[agirlunderarock]

Remedy

Summary: Obi-Wan is having a rough night after returning from Kadavo.

Pairing: Obi-Wan X OC

Warnings: references to canon typical violence

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A/N: so this was a very short fic inspired by artwork by @sunflowersinheaven So I am so sorry my dude if you saw me popping up repeatedly in your notes over this post. I was trying to keep from losing it in my likes 😅 Thank you for sharing your art on tumblr! But anyways I hope anyone reading this enjoys

 Obi-Wan stared up into the ceiling of his recovery room in the med bay. Soft light from the hallway kept the room just bright enough to see clear across the room to the door of the refresher and the mirror sink in the corner. The soft beeps of monitors in the other rooms was steady though not as reassuring as he had thought they would be. He tried to close his eyes again but almost instantly opened them again.

The jedi thought he would have felt relieved. He had every reason to be happy. He was alive. Anakin, Ahsoka and Rex survived Zygrryian prison camp with him. Yet the thought of the mission made his chest tighten with uncertainty. The Torgruta villagers were safe. They had managed to rescue hundreds of lives, and just as many were still recovering in this med wing. Master Plo and his men had arrived just in time. 

They had done well, all of them, and yet Obi-Wan could still hear the cries of pain piercing his ears. Each beep of the monitor echoed the crack of the whip. Every time he closed his eyes he found himself back in the cot of the prison camp, every attempt to help someone or even stay in compliance resulted in the abuse of another person. Evey choice he made lead others to torture or death. Everyone had done their part, except him. The mission might have even stayed on track if he hadn't been captured-

Obi-Wan sat up with a heavy sigh, the thin blanket sliding down his bare torso, exposing him to the crisp air of the med hall. He rubbed his hands over his face, trying to will away nightmares and memories. Despite the bacta patches, and even a good soak in the bacta tank, the Jedi’s back still stung and ached with each movement. He needed rest. He knew that, but still he couldn’t stay in bed, not when his mind was racing and tormenting him with all the ways he failed the Torgruta people.

He slowly raked his fingers through his hair. Dwelling on what he felt he could have done better wouldn’t make things better. Another deep breath, and he pushed himself out of bed and over to the sink. With every movement he could still catch whiffs of bacta coming off his skin. He had showered before attempting to sleep, but he was running out of ideas to try to get his body to relax.

 He had tried meditating already, intrusive thoughts made it nearly impossible to focus. Even when he tried to recite the Code to himself, Obi-Wan could feel his resolve crumbling under the contradiction between what he believed the jedi should be and what they were constantly being asked to do in this war. The comfort he usually found in the meditation was lost to him now, as he was assaulted by more and more intrusive memories from Kadavo. He considered briefly just physically stepping through his saber forms, but the room was so small, and he loathed the thought of anyone seeing him in the hallway at this hour.

Obi-Wan found himself gripping the edges of the sink in front of him. His back still ached and perhaps it would continue to  for as long as the war went on, possibly even well after. He watched as his knuckles turned white in the dim light. He couldn’t bring himself to look in the mirror. He knew what he would find. Dark circles under his wary eyes, Sas had said his face looked more shallow, sharper and pale when they got back. He didn’t need to see the physical marks on his body, he saw the signs in the people he was supposed to rescue, the people he failed.

“Obi-Wan?” woman’s voice hesitantly called from the doorway.

The jedi didn’t have to look up to know it was Sas. He’d know her voice anywhere, always pulling him from the depths of his darkest thoughts. Almost instantly he loosened his grip on the sink. She didn’t need to see him like this.

“Can’t sleep either?” she asked, still lingering in the doorway. 

For a brief moment Obi-Wan thought he had felt some kind of burst in the force when she spoke his name. Anticipation? Maybe. No excitement. However, the moment he looked over to her, that burst melted into something warmer from her; concern. He could see it knit between her brows and in the way she stood half way in the room and in the hall.

“Sleep rarely comes easy to you after a mission,” Obi-Wan answered though he knew she hadn’t gone with them. She was still nursing injuries from Umbara, and some recent ones from a rogue combat trainer. Even with the bacta he and the others would be recovering from their wounds for quite some time. He still needed to check in with Anakin. He couldn’t begin to imagine how he must be feeling.

“Even when I’m not on the mission, apparently,” she replied, a small rueful smile on her face. “Thought they would have stopped being about Umbara by now, or at least that I wouldn’t have one this time since I didn’t go with you.”

Obi-Wan gave a small nod.”I had hoped that your absence would mean that you were taking care of yourself and recovering well. Maybe next time you should come, if only so theres a whole team to keep an eye on you,” he teased quietly. 

Though seeing and hearing her voice did offer the Jedi some reprieve from the barrage of intrusive thoughts, even he could hear the forced lightness in his voice. He did his best to offer her a smile, but his lips felt tight and stiff. He turned the faucet on and let the cool water run over his hands before leaning down and splashing some on his face. He just needed to wash away the memories for the time being, until he knew how to confront them. Maker knows this wasn’t the only mission that would be haunting him.

Obi-Wan took a breath and reminded himself he had every reason to feel relieved, even happy to be back. He reminded himself that a rescue mission of the size they completed had never been attempted, much less succeeded. He reminded himself that he, and the rest of the team had come back in one piece, that they were alive. He reminded himself that he just found out the woman he loved also harbored those feelings for him, that he finally told her how important she was to his life.

He supposed that was why she was really at his door. She couldn’t sleep for very different reasons. Reasons she had chosen to dismiss the moment she saw the state he was in. He took a deep breath-

“Obi-Wan,” her voice pulled him back up to the surface. He hadn’t realized he was frozen over the sink again. 

"I'm sorry, my dear, please come in," he said, reaching for a hanging towel and drying off his face.

“You don’t need to apologize, Pretty Boy,” her voice already softer and nearer by the time he put the towel down. “I just didn’t want to intrude, if you need time alone-”

“No, no, I’m glad you came, Sas.” Obi-Wan wasn’t sure if he wanted to say it now, since they had only just expressed their feelings to one another a few hours ago, but her presence brought him a sense of calm. He didn’t want to be alone, but he felt that he couldn’t ask her to stay, especially when he guessed she had been hoping to find him in a completely different mood. Still, the small smile that curved across her lips had him wishing that he could be that person for her. That he could ask her to stay the night with him. That she hadn’t come in to find him trapped in the memories of the prison. 

Despite her smile, he could see several thoughts rolling through her mind at once, and for the briefest moment her warm brown eyes refused to meet his own. He couldn’t say for sure what she was thinking, only that she was doing her best to not let it show on her face. Part of him wished she wouldn’t try to hide from him, that she would just show him what she was thinking and feeling so that he could try to help her. Maybe then he could do one thing right.

“Can I stay with you for a while?” She asked. “I know its just a nightmare, but I don’t really want to be alone.”

“Of course, Sas.” He put a hand on her shoulder about to lean down to place a kiss on her head. He knew she still wasn’t really talking about a nightmare, but he was more than happy to have her stay with him through the night. Even if he couldn’t sleep, maybe her talking would help him relax, just like when they first arrived. 

“Can I hold you?” She asked, looking up at him suddenly. “It’s just-”

“You don’t need to explain,” He said, pulling her against his bare chest. For a moment he felt her hesitate to put her hands against his bare back, but the moment she did, Obi-Wan felt her warmth seep into him. “I’ve got you,” he whispered against the top of her head, his breath ruffling her dark hair. With each breath he could catch small whiffs of her shampoo, something sweet  and clean. He wanted to let her wash over his senses, as he held her close to himself.

“Why don’t we lay down? You must be exhausted.” she suggested. Instead of pulling away from though, he felt one arm slowly rub up and down his back, while her other gently cradled the back of his head. “I can’t imagine what you and the others have been through, when the last time you really got to sleep was.”

At that moment, Obi-Wan understood what she was doing. While Sas might have originally come looking for him for much more intimate reasons, her asking to hold him had nothing to do with her own needs in that moment. Even though he was the one saying that he had her, Sas truly was the one holding him. Her warm hand grazing over his back, not shying away from the ridges made by fresh scars. The other hand rubbed firm circles less into his upper shoulders, before slowly moving up his neck, fingers gently scratching his head. He hadn’t realized how much she really held him. until he felt his body sink more into her with each pass of her hand up and down his back. He closed his eyes and let out a long slow breath.

“Come on let's go to the bed,” Sas urged in a gentle whisper, her breath ghosting over his neck as he touched his forehead to her shoulder. He shook his head a little. He wasn’t going to be able to sleep. Still he closed his eyes and held onto her tighter as he heard her sigh. “Obi-Wan… Even if you don’t sleep, you need to rest. Please…..Pretty Boy as much as I love holding you, I don’t think my back is strong enough to support both of us right now.” 

“You should go back to your room,” he answered, voice muffled by her hair. “I don’t want to keep you up with my troubles. You need your rest too. There is no point in both of us to be so tired.” Even as Obi-Wan said this though, he couldn’t fully bring himself to let go of her. His mind grew quieter the moment she walked in the room. He wanted to focus on her, let her warmth wash over him and lull him into sleep and chase away the memories of the hell he and the other escaped. However, deep down he knew he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t rely on her for such things, and he shouldn’t be so emotionally invested in her this way.

“Obi-Wan,” Sas answered, her voice quiet but stern, “I’ve been in this med bay for the last few weeks. I’ve had plenty of rest. I didn’t go on the mission, I’ll be fine. The only thing I want is for you to be okay. I want to be here with you. You don’t have to tell me what happened there, and its okay if it's heavy-” She pulled away slowly and held his face in her hands, her thumbs brushing gently over his cheeks.. “But you don’t have to do it alone. Not tonight.”

Obi-Wan let out a breath. The weight in his shoulder’s didn’t feel any lighter, and truthfully he knew it wouldn’t, even if he told Sas right then and there everything that troubled him. He silently turned his head and kissed the palms of both her hands. Maybe it was selfish to let her lead him back to the cot, but what else was there to do? He could shut her out, push her away, send her away and then what? Sit there and let his thoughts torment him more? Maybe that was what he deserved for the mistakes he made on Kadavo, but it wasn’t what he wanted. The only thing he wanted to do as he laid down next to Sas was to hold her and try to focus on letting go of those mistakes.

Once again, Obi-Wan was made aware of who was really holding who, as Sas guided his head to rest on her upper chest, her fingertips gently scratching his scalp. Though it had only been a few hours since they  had chosen to be open about their feelings for one another, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but feel comfortable in her arms. It wasn’t just that her heart beat drowned out the intrusive thoughts or that each breath she breathed ruffled his hair and ghosted over his forehead. Being with her felt natural, easier than breathing and just as comforting as letting himself sink into the force during meditation. A familiar and welcoming warmth settled over his clouded thoughts as he closed his eyes and held her to his chest. He sank into her, letting her overcome his senses as he felt her lips press to his hairline.

“I love you,” she reminded him softly, her other hand rubbing up his arm and shoulder.

A small shiver ran through the jedi master. He never let himself  indulge in the thought that he could let someone like Sas love him, nor that he would so openly return those affections, yet he nuzzled his face against her emerald skin and pressed his lips over the spot he heard her heart rapidly pounded away. In that brief moment he told himself that he didn’t care if they were discovered. She was the remedy he needed, even if his concerns weren’t resolved, she believed he could find away and would be with him every step of the way. 

Tonight that was all he needed.

“Goodnight, Pretty Boy,” said with a sleepy sigh.

“Goodnight, my hero,” he answered, letting her presence lull him into much needed peaceful rest.

[qvnthesia]

It’s been a bit of a rough year for you (and us), but throughout that, you’ve managed to build many OCs and outlines. What’s your thought process while you make character profiles and backgrounds? Where do you start and how much of it is intentional/planned?

(my reaction the second i finished reading the question)

While we definitely be hanging onto our lifespans, I indeed have somehow managed to create a grand total of 10 OCs (yes, I just checked the number and my eyes just went 👀).

Special spoilers for ye faithful and ever-loving readers of mine — the OCs belong from a range of fandoms, which are Marvel, Fantastic Beasts, the Hunger Games, Star Wars, X-Men, and Kingsman 😏

(coming back to the main point)

Why OCs?

I got frustrated and cringed out by the use of Y/N — and still do. Honestly, there are so many stories I've read that have impeccable structure and flow... until I have to read things like 'why-en' and 'why-slash-e-slash-see' (y/e/c) and it just distrupts the overall imagery you're building up in your head as a reader/writer and just sounds extremely stilted when it's overused.

This is THE main reason why I'm also going to be re-writing two fics of mine, replacing 'Y/N' with proper OCs, because I'm just too tired and embarassed of employing the usage of the term.

What’s your thought process while you make character profiles and backgrounds? Where do you start?

Suppose I'm writing a fic oriented around Obi-Wan Kenobi and a female OC during the Clone Wars time period. Here's how my thought process goes.

[Note that all of these points have to executed TOGETHER in order to create a satisfactory OC.]

Make your OC subtly unique. Whenever people tend to write OC fics, they always make the OC stand out to the reader, characters and the fic universe, which isn't supposed to happen. Part of creating an OC is to make them unique to the characters at the beginning of the story. That's it. A common example is that a majority of the OCs always end up having a double-bladed lightsaber with an uncommon colour. While that may look aesthetic, that just makes them stand out from a physical perspective. That's not the point - make them stand out from an internal perspective, i.e., by their thoughts and their problems. After all, your characters drive your story ahead - like when Anakin chose to kneel before Sidious, and when Luke chose to throw away his weapon because he wanted to be a Jedi just like his father before him.

Establish your OC's future relationships. They do say the company you keep ends up defining you and your choices. If I'm making my Star Wars OC a Sith, the logical thing for the OC would be in association with Sidious, Maul, Dooku, or the Separatists. If the OC is a Jedi, than a logical association would be to be childhood friends with Obi-Wan if you're going for friends to lovers, or a (former) padawan under Mace Windu and indulge in a rivals to lovers dynamic - or if you love the age-gap thang, you could have a master-padawan dynamic with the OC being a sister/friend to Anakin and Ahsoka.

Assign a set of characteristics to your OC — even the physical look. Why I'm saying this because while you're creating an OC, racial dynamics always matter. You can't run away from them, because they are a reflection of problems in reality - which are what all stories are in some manner or the other. How you create the look is a method unique to you.

Coin a name for an OC that tunes in with the vibe of your fic's universe and your character's personality. When you say 'Oh-bee-wan-key-no-bee', it's like a rhyme - there's a sense of synchronicity felt in the name when you say it. You can feel the same when you say Ahsoka Tano, and (-going off-universe-) Steve Rogers, Raven Darkhölme, Cersei Lannister, Darth Vader, Haymitch Abernathy, Natasha Romanoff, Theseus Scamander, etc. You could add middle names [Lucy Gray Baird], use alliterative names [Peter Parker] or use nicknames [Eggsy Unwin]. Names with meaning are also appreciated, but as long as they smoothly roll-off the tongue [Perseus 'Percy' Jackson] - even a ridiculous one, like Lester Papadopoulos, gets pulled off if it rolls off well.

Flesh out your OC. Strengths, weakness, potential reactions to seeing characters and being put in risky situations, everything. The more you get to know your character - and the in-universe lore - the more you can write them well.

Make it make sense - if your OC's as committed as a Jedi than Obi-Wan, maybe even more, why? What's their reason? What drives their spirit? If your OC's destined to be the most powerful Sith in existence and be a threat to Sidious' potential, how and why? What were the circumstances? The backstory? Don't go ahead and make your OC a messiah out of nowhere with no logical explanation. It's not just the backstory, but also the character's internal drive of morals, limitations and decision-making that make up the character's strengths and flaws.

P.S. Plotting is 10000% recommended, but as I said, the method/process is always unique to you.

'How you create the look is a method unique to you' - what methods do you use?

There are certain actresses/actors that always end up coming in my mind when I'm in the middle of creating an OC. Thing is, I'm comfortable with using present actresses/actors because I know the boundary between the character and the actor. I only use them for the look and the action scenes, nothing more. I also use ChatGPT (input a prompt and adjust it to my needs) to seek suggestions since I'm picturing real-life people as the physical manifestation of my OC.

If you're not comfortable with my methods, that's okay! You can use any illustrations or random face-claims you find, it's YOUR character and YOUR story 💖🎀

And finally...

...how much of it is intentional/planned?

It always begins as planned, but then I plot the story and eventually it becomes 50% planned and 50% intentional/instinctual.

Thank you for your ask <33 Have a lovely day/night ahead!

[nibeul]

Probably unpopular opinion: clone x reader insert or OC (always a femm OC) is one of the most fetishising genres of fics/art when it comes to the clones, especially as the majority are overwhelmingly very sexual and will almost always have the clone being overly “dominant”, or will infantilise the clone. I’ve seen this problem explode with Boba Fett now too where he is almost always the commanding “daddy” in fics with femm readers and it’s so nauseating.

ooooh, I've talked about this on my blog before (I don't remember if I hit this directly, I know I definitely answered a couple asks about it after discussing the fetishization of clones) and people did not like that. that was the first time my inbox was absolutely flooded, and I still remember waking up to 20+ asks about all that fun stuff. I won't say I outright hate reader inserts/OC inserts (I've seen it done tastefully maybe once or twice), though I tend to avoid them because I don't. need to dig through all that again, especially not when there's racial trauma to accompany it.

most of this comes from the fetishization of MOC, hence it's a racial issue. you don't see that same treatment with Anakin and Obi Wan (there is some woobification with the latter, but still it's not the same as the clones are treated), and it's made worse by the fact that the clones are literally enslaved by the Republic. There's also this thing where the clones are seen as interchangeable (I saw someone describe them say "they’re all loyal, brave, tough-as-nails soldiers with good hearts and tragic stories" which is a really broad generalization that lumps them all together and erases them of individuality), further enabling people to see them as... well, boy toys.

the only reason your ask would be considered an "unpopular opinion" (I wouldn't really frame fetishization as an opinion since it's dealing with the treatment of MOC here, ngl, it's more so a big issue that absolutely needs to be addressed) is because this fandom is predominantly and overwhelmingly white. Star Wars has always catered to white people, hence the fandom is reflective of that. Additionally, because of the way women in the larger part of the fandom are treated, it's easier for white women (who tend to be the people writing these fics/drawing this art) to pin fandom issues on the guys which allows this fetishization to continue.

With all the reader/oc insert stuff, you have one of two outcomes: 1) the "dominant" man, then 2) the "baby" man. both of these play into racist stereotypes but in two different directions. The first comes from the brown man stereotype where they are seen as aggressive, overprotective, big and scary, yada yada, you get the idea. The second is a stereotype you often see with Asian men, actually (since Māori are an Austronesian group, I think it does apply here, especially with how it's perpetuated by the fandom) where they are viewed as submissive and childlike (which.. is actually a much bigger stereotype for Asians in general, but I'm not gonna get into that right now). Additionally, the white saviorism can pop up here where the clones are viewed as poor souls in need of desperate help and... yeah, you can see why that's not good.

plenty of BIPOC creators—such as myself—have brought up this larger issue buuuuut we are often met with white people who continue to insist that we're reaching and that it's "not racist" (which, btw, if you're white, you have absolutely no say in what is and isn't racist. If BIPOC are saying something is racist, chances are, it's racist). As a result, this issue is drowned out because BIPOC simply don't have the numbers to push it on our own and white people are perfectly happy shutting us down.

[waterlily707]

Updated Asks rules!!! Please Read!

HI HELLO :D

I’m doing pretty good for my first time! I’d like to thank all of you for your wonderful comments, asks, and words of encouragement! I’ve never had this much engagement or feedback on any of my art so this being my first ask blog and having it do this well is great! I’m happy it’s doing pretty fantastic and on a slow rise.

On another note please do not come here to further infantilize or fetisize these characters I explicitly state how I don’t do NSFW of these characters and how I am bettering myself when it comes to representing these characters within this au. 

                                                 ****RULES*****

- Please 1 or 2 questions at a time.

- Please feel free to make, create, you’re own art, head cannons, fics, art etc.

- Use the hashtags Clone moth au, or just moth au, and feel free to tag me if you’re comfortable enough! I’d love to see your creations and ideas!

- No NSFW in my asks please!

- No homophobic, transphobic, or hateful asks please!

- No racist or stereotypical asks when it comes to the clones please.

-Respect my stances on certain topics like the topic of Clonecest I don’t support so please don’t ask me to draw clonecest ships. 

-Ships that I do not support, so please don’t ask me about them. They will not be included in this au.

*Ahsoka x Rex

*Ahsoka x Anakin

*Omega x Hunter

*Ahsoka x anyone that’s older than her

*Barriss x anyone that’s older than her

*Anakin x Obiwan

*Obviously clonecest, or any incest ships

- If you want me to privately respond to your asks please ask non anonymously, as anon asks can only be responded to publicly. 

- The timeline is seasons 2-4 at the moment so please ask about characters accordingly. 

- Don’t worry in the near future I will do a small side ask blog about the bad batch. But in the meantime, please feel free to make up your own stories about them and their moth adventures :)

- You can ask not only about the clones but Jedi from the time period as well. 

- Similarly, you can also ask about villains/ sith from the time period.

- After about 20 asks I will close the Ask box to catch up, I will also post when the box will be closed, and when it’ll be open again.

- Please don’t bully anyone else for their head cannons, fics, or interpretations of this AU. 

(Even though I will ship Obitine in this AU, the Codywan people are still valid!)

- Don’t tell the clones about their impending doom please ;w; also don’t pull a dora the explorer on em and tell them key plot points and answers to questions they have about the plot/ arc.

- You can ask simple drawing requests like, “Oh can I see Hardcase doing the cupid shuffle” But keep in mind I’ll only do simple drawing requests and won’t do things like, OCs x clones, clonecest, Ships I don’t agree with, extreme gore, extreme violence, nudity, strong language, touchy subject matter, or homophobia/ transphobia. 

- Please try to refrain from baby talking them, talking in detail about physical traits in the context of simping, and overall try to be self aware about your asks as these are characters of color and actions no matter how small can be damaging in the end.

- live laugh love.

That’s pretty much it, again thank you for following the story and art of the moth au, this has been really fun and please stay mindful about what you ask and repub about! Thank you all!

[book-of-baba-fett]

Before Dawn on Life Day

An Illicit Affairs Extra

Captain Rex x OC (Talia Riva)

Description: Years after the war is over, Rex and Talia take a few moments to themselves on Life Day. A/N: Related to my fic Illicit Affairs, but this is NOT canon. In any shape way or form (sorry lol). This is pure gingerbread cookie fluff. Idk much about Life Day so this is basically Christmas in all but name. Wishing everyone a Happy Holidays 💙🥰.

Warnings: Fluff, for once no angst unless you think about how this isn't the life that canon Rex and Talia will have. References to kids, and pregnancy.

"I think that part goes over there-"

"I need to screw this in first."

"But that's supposed to overlap-"

"It's for younglings- why is this so kriffing complicated."

"Shh; you'll wake them!"

'Twas the early hours before dawn would rise on Life Day morning; the kids had fought sleep for as long as they could before they fell asleep in different corners of Rex and Talia's living room. They had loaded up on as many sweets as their little stomachs could fit at the Amidala-Skywalker party that evening, so they had to play out their energy once they got home. Once they finally tuckered out, and had to be carried to their bed by their parents; Rex and Talia could finally get started on setting up the presents under the brightly lit Life Day Tree. Something usually easier, but this year involved the assembly of a playhouse that would move outside their house once the Naboo winter warmed.

Talia was wrapping up the last of the toys, decorating them with sparkly bows and long strings of ribbon, as Rex tried to read the convoluted instructions for the house. It would be worth it once he saw the little ones' faces, but right now he had to hold in the torrent of swears running through his head. Finally, he sighed and sat back, reaching for one of the cookies the kids had decorated themselves to leave out; he smiled a little thinking of how excited they would be to see only crums remaining on the plate, and and the empty glass of chocolate milk that Talia was drinking from. She was sitting crossed legged on the couch, one hand on her glass, the other resting on Rex's shoulder, massaging tiny circles with her thumb as he sat on the ground in front of her. Rex grabbed the hand with his own, tilting his head to the side so he could plant a kiss on her palm. They were exhausted from the night out and setting up for the morning, but this was a quiet moment alone that they got so often these days. Still, they wouldn't trade it for anything.

Before the chaos of the next day would begin, Rex decided to stand up and head over to the fireplace, it's flames starting to fade out, and reached behind the photo from their wedding day on the mantle, where he pulled out a small, neatly wrapped present. He slowly walked back over to the couch, sitting beside Talia and putting his arm behind her back as he handed the little gift. Rex smiled to himself as her eyes sparkled as much as the kids' probably would tomorrow. She reached for it then paused; holding up a finger to signal for Rex to wait a moment as she leaned over the edge of the couch, grabbing a package and placed it in Rex's lap.

"You know every year we say no gifts," Rex chuckled as he began to rip open his gift, a thin but wide package.

"What can I say, I like treating you," Talia smirked, elbowing Rex, still holding her parcel in her hand as she watched Rex open his present. He tore all the paper off, unveiling a glass frame, holding various medals and ribbons, all awarded to him during the war, surrounding a picture from Rex and Talia's first campaign victory together. The two of the were at the front of the photo, with Anakin, Ahsoka, and Storm all in front of the a squad of clone troopers. Rex couldn't help but smile at how small Ahsoka was in the photo, or how awkwardly posed the group was; the war photographers always seemed to catch them off guard. BUt he had never seen the photo before, so it was nice to see all the familiar faces in the background, like Fives and Echo still shiny.

"Your medals have been sitting in a box in our closet for too long, and I found that picture again recently," Talia explained. "I can't get over how young we all look."

"Don't need to rub it in," Rex sarcastically grumbled, rubbing his hand over his head, where some white hairs had started to mingle in with the blond,

"I've told you; I think it's sexy," Talia grinned and leaned in to peck his cheek, but Rex turned closer to kiss her lips. His hand reached around her back, holding her there for a moment before he leaned back.

"Thank you, cyare," Rex said, noting the slight tint of pink on her cheeks; after all these years he felt good that Talia would still get flustered by him. He tapped the present still in her hands. "Your turn now."

Talia peeled open the paper, revealing a small, velvet box. Her mouth already opening in a soft 'O'. She opened the box and gasped, eyes rounding as she saw the small, pale blue pearl earrings resting in the box.

"Padmé was telling me about these, how they're only found on Naboo," Rex explained as Talia held them closer to look at.

"Rex, they're gorgeous," she exhaled, then looked back at him, her eyes watering a little bit. "You didn't need to spend this much on me."

"I had a little extra saved up on the side," Rex waved off. Talia was already taking out her current pair, to put the new ones in, and Rex felt a warmth in his chest as she put them on, her smile wide and just a beautiful as the day he first met her. "Besides; I like treating you."

Talia shook her head, but couldn't hide her smile, she leaned in to peck Rex's lips. "Happy Life Day."

"Happy Life Day." Rex murmured before kissing her again. The fire was still crackling in front of them, and it wasn't quite too late. He pulled back from her lips, wanting to take a little bit more advantage of this time alone "How about I open up that bottle of whiskey Obi Wan got us?"

Talia toyed with her bottom lip, smiling as she answered, "I can't drink right now."

Rex scrunched his brow, searching his memory of the night and realizing not once had she had a glass of wine or champagne, when his eyes rounded and he couldn't fight the smile overtaking his face, "Really? Again?"

Talia laughed, now putting a hand on her belly. "Yes, again."

Rex placed his hand over hers, still too early to show anything but he couldn't hide his excitement to add one more to their family. Talia curled into his chest as Rex leaned back against the couch; in a few hours their little ones would wake up and fill the house with their laughter and the noise of all their new toys. But for now they could sit in the quiet of the night, grateful for all that they had.

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[folklorefairyy]

* my all time faves!

celebration post !

this list could be so much longer and there are some amazing moots i have that i havent included or haven’t had the chance to read for (namely bucky since that list is so big dhdhd) and so check out the moots tagged on my celebration post and go check out all their works because they are genuinely amazing)

i might do another of these one day so that i can get more fics on but just know if you’re a moot and i havent included a fic of yours i love your work and i love you and i just think ur amazing

➱ Bucky Barnes

wakanda by @buckybarnesdiaries *

Steve gives you Bucky's dog tags for a reason.

froot loops by @burninmatches // more than just destruction *

bucky helps you during a tough time and maybe your relationship is not just mentor and student.

drunk in love by @burninmatches

you got infected by the love serum and now you’ve fallen in love with one of your closests friends, peter parker. what happens to your boyfriend, bucky barnes?

as long as i’m here, no one can hurt you by @blackberrybucky *

bucky holds you through the sadness

i’d never hurt you by @cap-n-stuff *

bucky x short!civilian!fem!reader who meet in Bucharest with reader as a tourist and as Bucky’s getting his plums reader trips and catches her - a relationship ensues yet the fairytale comes crashing down when Bucky is framed for the UN bombing and Steve and Sam come to get him

innocence by @extremelyblackandwhite

bucky barnes, recently retired avenger, is hired as a bodyguard for an innocent upcoming actress.

warm by @revengingbarnes *

“The fire alarm in our building went off and you rushed out without a coat. Wanna share my blanket?”

period. by @greyslytherin

Bucky Barnes taking care of the reader while she’s on her period

bucky having a nightmare by @cap-n-stuff

imagine bucky having a nightmare and walking into the readers room with a blanket and waking her up asking to be the small spoon

➱ Peter Maximoff

the coolest twinkie by @amourtentiaa *

where the reader discovers they have a mutation and is lowkey panicking and Peter is just there like “BUT THIS IS AWESOME!” and just generally full of encouragement while trying to calm you tf down

adventures in parenting 101: nightmares by @milkytheholy

peter maximoff x reader being new parents and raising a kid in the mansion

ivy by @sunflowergirl522 *

Your mutation is controlling and growing plants. Peter spots you one day while he’s running and makes it his mission to get close to you. You then use flowers to tell him what you think of him without actually saying it.

(just check out zoe’s full peter maximoff masterlist because she’s bloody incredible at writing peter and i need to read more of them!!)

bad behaviour by @free-pool-trash *

Peter x Reader where they’re in the sitcom reality and Billy and/or Tommy get in trouble in school so they ask them to pretend to be their parents so Wanda and Vision don’t find out

convenience store by @quicksilverownsmysoul

you work at the local convenience store, everyday the same, that is until someone speeds by. Someone brings a little more excitement to your life than you bargained for

➱ Pietro Maximoff

the other half by @burninmatches

You and Pietro have been walking through the fine line past friends and before… something else. Perhaps a handful of moments, though the domestic bliss of sharing food to the boiling feelings under your skin, would change everything. 

double sided recipe card by @vanillann *

where the reader tries to cook sokovian food for him because he’s homesick

kiss of life by @dem-obscure-imagines

You are an Avenger with the power to heal. However, you didn’t expect to catch feelings for the man you brought back from the dead.

➱ Peter Parker

sweater weather by @beskar-tano *

You spend a cozy evening by the bonfire with the Avengers and your boyfriend, Peter Parker.

the ship by @itsapeterthing *

you and your best friend and teammate, peter parker, go to a costume party only to discover that everyone believes that you and peter’s alternate super-hero identities are dating.

stuck in my brain by @felicityparkers

whatever music that is stuck in your head is stuck in your soulmate’s head too.

i have them too by @tom-holland-is-spiderman

A headcanon of Peter Parker comforting the reader with stretch marks and they get ashamed of them so they hide their body from Peter making him feel sad.

by the elevator by @peterbenjiparker * (there are two parts to this and the second is linked on the op)

You break your hand after punching the elevator door. But luckily the cute boy is there to help out. You thought you would never see him again but you both keep running into each other by the same elevator.

➱ Thor Odinson

totally not a date by @superficialstark *

in which you go on a double date with tony and pepper expecting steve to show up as a mate date and instead being met with thor who you can’t help but be charmed by

but i just wanna hear your voice by @blackberrybucky

thor comes back after they defeat thanos and tries to make things right with you.

➱ Wanda Maximoff

of taunts and tickles by @beskar-tano *

Wanda spent the past few days trying to cheer you up and bring you out of your dreadful slump. After trying almost everything, she resorted to her last hopeful idea: a tickle fight.

➱ Natasha Romanoff

my girl by @beskar-tano

Natasha surprises you with a romantic date by the lake, surrounded by the beautiful scenery as fall takes its toll on the changing leaves. 

➱ i’d love for you guys to suggest some fics for steve, sam and loki because i apparently don’t know of any in this dodgy brain of mine (she’s not working as i make this dhdhd) - you can also send some in for any i’ve not got too many fics on so far!

i havent written or read for star wars in so long (dw i am still a sw account and i love my sw moots ive just been on a marvel kick and haven’t had time to read many moots fics recently so they’re all piling up lol) and so i don’t think i could come up with a comprehensive enough list given the fact that there’s so many amazing fics coming out each day!

so instead i thought i’d direct you to some accounts that have some phenomenal work that i instantly fall in love with each time!!

➱ @etherealsanakin

poe dameron, anakin skywalker

➱ @xwing-baby

din djarin, poe dameron, star wars oc

➱ @dindjarindiaries

din djarin

➱ @sunsetkenobi

obi-wan kenobi, anakin skywalker, boba fett, din djarin, padmé amidala, rey, luke skywalker

➱ @artiza-n

anakin skywalker, marvel! (namely bucky)

➱ @beskar-tano

anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, boba fett, din djarin, luke skywalker, fennec shand, poe dameron

➱ @anakinswhore

anakin skywalker

➱ @anakinlove

anakin skywalker

➱ @betweentwopines

din djarin, anakin skywalker, padmé amidala etc.

these are just some accounts that i have read regularly or some moots who post for these characters (and i need to get around reading for) but there’s so many more incredible writers for sw on here, some that i’m moots with too, that can self plug here if they want!! (my brain isn’t working today so i can’t think of everyone)

[x-childish-x]

Request Rules/Guidelines

Hello everyone! Welcome to my blog! You can call me Moll and my pronouns are she/her! Thank you so much for considering me to write your request! I kindly ask you to read through all my rules before submitting a request! Thank you once again! I look forward to writing for you!

Trigger Warning! Mentions to mental illnesses, abuse, death, etc. below. PLEASE proceed with caution!

What I Write:

🌺 One-shots

🌺 Drabbles

🌺 Headcanons*

🌺 Multi-Chapter stories* 

* I have not written headcanons yet, but I'm more than willing to try. I’m willing to write more parts to previous fics upon request, or if you'd like a new multiple part story.

What's Okay to Request: 

🌺 Fluff

🌺 Angst

🌺 AUs

🌺 NSFW*

🌺 Little-space*

🌺 Romance

🌺 Platonic

🌺 Age gaps 

🌺 Polyamorous*

🌺 LGBTQIA+*

🌺 Mental illnesses*

🌺 Major character death

* Must be 18+ to request/interact with any NSFW content, littlespace will not be written for anything sexualizing it (here’s a link to help clarify littlespace). I haven't written polyamorous before but I'm willing to try, I've never written any LGBTQIA+ fics but I am willing to try my best and learn. Please see the mental illness guidelines below.

Will NOT write: 

🌺 Non-con

🌺 Dubcon

🌺 Pedophilia

🌺 Incest

🌺 Romantic themes for underage characters* 

🌺 ABO

Absolutely will not write or tolerate any hate to a community, series, character, etc.

* If you would like an underage character aged up for romantic theme I will gladly do so, but please specify that.

Mental Illness Guidelines:

All mental illnesses will be handle with extreme care, I will let you know if I'm not comfortable, I will always include warnings, and will try to keep it as safe as possible for all my readers. If requesting a mental illness/one of the following please be respectful. 

They will not be taken lightly and will mainly be written in mention unless otherwise specified. 

Please include trigger warning in your request

🌺 Suicide

🌺 Self-harm

🌺 Eating disorders

🌺 Death of loved one

🌺 Abuse (mental, emotional, physical, sexual)

🌺 Possible other mental illness depending on the illness

Pairings I write for:

🌺 Character x reader*

🌺 Character x OC

* Please specify the gender and ethnicity of the reader (if you wish). You may choose to leave out ethnicity and it will not be specify. My default is fem!reader and no mentions to ethnicity.

Pairings I WON'T write for: 

🌺 Character x character

🌺 Real person x reader*

* EX: Chris Evans x reader

Important General Information:

🌺 I go in order with my requests!

🌺 You can request in my asks, dms, or even comments, whichever way you prefer.

🌺 You can send multiple requests! Don't be afraid, I'm happy to write for you!

🌺 Please specify the reader you'd like written (fem, male, gn reader, race too if you wish*)

🌺 I will let you know if I don't feel comfortable with your request.

🌺 Specific if you wish for platonic or any other type of relationship. I default to romantic.

🌺 Please be patient. I have a life and can't always write stories quickly in good quality. 

🌺 These rules can change at any time, if they do, I will make sure to let everyone know via reblog/separate post

🌺 Feel free to request a trope, I like the majority of them and would love to give it a shot!

🌺 I mainly write for x fem!reader but I will write x gn!reader and x male!reader*

🌺 I have two Prompt lists! One's NSFW prompts and one's a general prompt list! Feel free to use them, or not! Rules for those prompt lists are included on the prompt lists as well as my main masterlist!

* I do not have any experience with writing specific race but if requested I will do my best to improve and be inclusive. The last thing I want is to offend someone, so please (nicely) help me! I default to fem!reader and don't have much experience in gn/male!reader but I'm more than willing to try and improve!

I do my best to make my work friendly to all people (including POC) I want to be inclusive and improve my writing so that people of all ethnicities and genders can enjoy my works. I try to stray from gender specific pronouns when it's not specific but as mentioned, I default to fem!reader and always put that incase a female term slipped by. Please tell me if I'm offending or doing things that feels excluding! Help me if something triggering is not listed so my writings are safe! I want to improve and learn so everyone feels safe and represented on my blog!

Some requests may take a while! It's simply because I want every request to feel like it was worth it to you! I want to do my absolute best to put out the best possible instead of something crummy that didn't have thought put into it.

Lastly:

🌺 If you would like to request something, but still feel unsure after reading through these, please dm me or send an ask! Don't be afraid to ask if I'd be willing to write for something! I'll gladly clarify and add it to whichever list it applies to!

Ask Here!

Main Prompt list!

NSFW Prompt list!

Main Masterlist! (includes all other masterlists)

I write for a large amount of characters and I’m willing to write for more (including female characters)! If you are unsure if I will write for a character, simply ask and I will add them to my list and let you know!

🌺 I am allowed to reject any character request depending on how comfortable I feel writing for them. They are listed in no specific order, all characters on this list are ones I feel comfortable enough to write for, though others are subject to be added!

FANDOMS:

STAR WARS

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader

Poe Dameron

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Finn

Han Solo

Luke Skywalker

MARVEL

Loki

Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Thor

Clint Barton

Bucky Barnes

X-MEN

Peter Maximoff

Kurt Wagner

Warren Worthington iii

Erik Lehnsherr

Logan Howlett

Wade Wilson

Hank McCoy

Alex Summers

Scott Summers

AHS EVAN’S CHARACTER’S

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Jimmy Darling

Tate Langdon

James Patrick March

SUPERNATURL

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Jack

Crowley

[agirlunderarock]

Febuwhump Day 11 and 16: Chronic pain and Hidden scars

Summary: Sas is realizing that the injury she received on Umbara will have lasting affects no matter how many times she dunks herself in a bacta tank. Lucky for her Obi-Wan is doing his best to help her work through it and work out the knots in her back.

Pairings: Obi-Wan X Sas Vom (Clawdite OC) established relationship

Warnings: theres a mention or two of Umbara, its a conversation they need to have, but haven’t quite gotten to it yet. They’re still learning how to communicate these things with one another. There is some suggestive teasing toward the end but nothing major. I’m sure if I wrote smut, this would have led there or theres a sequel that doesn’t exist that could have it, but like eh, I’m ace, I just like their teasing. I’ll leave the rest to other folks

A/N: So I fell behind in these prompts, it was good while it lasted lol. I’m just gonna keep posting and putting these out as a prompt strikes me. I probably won’t upload all of them to tumblr, just because my engagement is so low here and I’m mostly on mobile. But as usual I will include the Ao3 link. Also if you end up liking the dynamics between these characters you might like the full fic I’m writing that goes to their first meeting. I’ve got it posted here and on Ao3

Read on Ao3

    “Explain again…how this…is fair?” Sas panted as she held up her phrik sword despite the burning in her muscles. She never used to feel this tired running drills, or while training in general. It had been months since the incident on Umbara, and yet she felt like she had to exert so much effort just to do basic drills. Sweat ran down the side of her face, and she mentally gave herself a pat on the back for not painting on her tattoos that day. She hefted the sword in front of herself, prepared to take defensive measures against the jedi in front of her.

    “My dear, you wanted to be better prepared to fight opponents with lightsabers, the only way to do that is to prepare with the real one.” Though Obi-Wan had a small grin peeking out from beneath his beard, Sas could tell he was holding back out of concern. She could see it in the small crease between his brows. 

    “I had been hoping that you were going to give me a lightsaber of my own-” She thought she finally managed to catch her breath after the last set they did, but still she felt winded. She lowered her blade again, put one hand on her head and looked up to the high ceilings of the sparring room. Mirrors lined one wall, another looked out over the busy Coruscant traffic, and the last was a simple wooden wall, with a door that led out into the hall. 

Some part of her always worried about someone bursting in during their training sessions. Not that it was a common occurrence, maybe once or twice Anakin, Ahsoka, or even Cody would pop in. Why Sas had this anxiety, she still had trouble admitting. She had nothing to hide in her friendship with the jedi. However, after two and half years of serving on the battlefield together, the two had come to realize they were no longer “just friends.” Sas preferred to think about it as hiding in plain sight. Yes she and Obi-Wan were romantically involved, but nothing really openly changed between them. Sure they’d managed to steal a kiss or two behind closed doors here and there, but there was rarely anything that either of them felt was worth hiding when they were already openly very close as friends. 

    “Sas, are you alright?” Obi-Wan asked, pulling her mind back to the sparring mat..

    “Yeah, I’m good. I just need a moment…”

    “When was the last time you had a session in the bacta tank?” Obi-Wan put away his lightsaber, and took a step toward her. “You don’t need to rush your recovery-”

    Sas put up a hand  and shook her head, her dark braid thumping against her shoulders. “I’m not rushing anything. It's been a few weeks. I was on bed rest and spending hours in the tank. I need to get moving again.” She shook out both her arms before getting into a defensive stance again. “I need to be ready for the next time we’re deployed to the front. I’m never going to be useful if I can’t go in the field.”

    Obi-Wan’s brows furrowed together, his attempt to hide his concern either forgotten or was no longer necessary. He clipped his weapon to his belt and shook his head. “Sas, your recovery is the most important thing you can focus on. Is this about what happened-”

    “This isn’t about Umbara. Please, can we just run the drill again? At least one more time?” She needed to catch up on training. She needed to get her strength back and the only way to do that was by practicing and working out. “I’ll even go down to the med wing after this so the healers and medics can check my back, alright?”

    “Sas-”

    “It's not about Umbara.”

    “What happened there- Sas, that was out of your control.”

    “Obi-Wan, I need the practice. I couldn’t defend myself. That was my fault.” 

    “I just don’t want you to make your injury worse in the process. We can build up slowly. You can’t overwork yourself.”

    “You know what? It's fine, I’ll work out and practice on my own,” Sas said with a sigh. “Stay if you want to, correct my form like you always do, but with or without you, I’m going to train.” She took a deep breath, moving her blade through empty air. Her frustrated stare looked through Obi-Wan, as she did her best to focus on the feel of each position, and whether or not she was correct in the mirrors. She could see that the jedi had moved to the side of the room, and though he said nothing else, she didn’t need to have a connection to the force to know he was leaving a lot of things unsaid. Try as she might to ignore his concerned gaze, she kept catching glimpses of him in the mirror occasionally stroking his beard.

    Sas breathed deeply with some extra effort as she continued to circle the sparring ring fending off an invisible opponent. She knew she had told Obi-Wan she would only run the drill one more time, but that was only if he practiced with her. There weren’t any blows for her to block, so she ran it again and again etching the memory of each movement into her sore limbs. She lifted the blade above her head, prepared to drag it down and cut through the air, but just as she shifted her weight, a sharp pain exploded in her lower back, up her spine and down one of her legs.Her sword fell from her hands, and she crumpled to the ground. 

Before she could kiss the mat, she felt someone catch her. As she was slowly lowered to the mat, she looked up to see Obi-Wan behind her as he slowly sank to the ground with her upper body in his arms. She said nothing at first knowing that he was right, that she of course had over done her workout for the day. He said nothing at first, just moving her hair out of her face, his brows furrowed low over his blue eyes. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Do you enjoy scaring me?” he teased, his beard tickling her forehead as he spoke.

“Mhmm only sometimes, when I try to do it on purpose.”

“So this was on purpose?”

“It wasn’t meant to be,” Sas answered quietly. “I just felt a sharp pain in my back…I’ll be fine in a minute or two.”

“Sas, you screamed as you fell.”

“I scared myself.”

“You would have scared half the temple if these rooms weren’t sound proofed.”

Sas closed her eyes for a minute, her lower back and her left leg still throbbing as she thought of what to say. “I’m sorry… I really didn’t mean to scare you. I just- I miss being able to keep up with everyone-”

Obi-Wan took her hands in his own and slowly massaged her hands as he avoided her gaze for a moment before his face softened. “I know you didn’t, but you don’t need to push yourself so hard, My Dear. Working yourself this way will put you in the medbay longer.”

Sas stayed quiet as she relaxed in his lap and he rubbed her hands. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out in defeat.  “I just want to get things back to normal.” Over the last few weeks, she had missed smaller shorter missions due to her recovery process. Everyone said she was recovering quickly, but she still felt restless. No. She felt useless. “I don’t want this to be my normal.”

Obi-Wan stayed quiet for a moment. Sas felt like she sounded like a whiny child, not the thirty-two year old woman she was. She had learned to manage and deal with the burning in her skin each time she shifted. She had no choice in the matter then, and she didn’t have a choice in her back pain now. She could only hope that it wouldn’t be this bad all the time. For that to be true though, she knew she had to take things slow. She wouldn’t be able to rush through it like she wanted to.

“I know things have been more difficult for you,” Obi-Wan started as he continued to massage her hands. “And I don’t just mean physically. Crix told me about what was happening with the Clawdite council, that they were no longer accepting your help, and what your cousin feared-”

“Then you know why I need to be cleared for combat soon. They’re going to end up needing my help, they don’t know what trouble they’re inviting-”

“Sas, I know you carry the responsibility of how the Zolan’s conflict progresses. Its the only life you’ve known for a long time, but you are not responsible for the decisions the council makes.”

“But-”

“You are not responsible for their decisions. You and your family have given so much of yourselves. You can take time to rest. You and your sister have done more than enough. They’ll need you again when the time comes. You don’t need to burn yourself out, or put your body through this.”

Sas leaned her head back against his shoulder as she let his words sink in. She couldn’t make herself look up at him. She knew he was right, but that didn’t make accepting it any easier. She and Crix had spent most of their lives trying to keep her planet from going to civil war- Sas even joined the Republic’s war to pay for the means to get humanitarian supplies for her people. Nothing she did was enough though. She wasn’t enough.

“You are enough, Sas,” Obi-Wan said as if reading her thoughts. 

Instead of making a smart comment about the jedi supposedly not being mind readers, Sas turned her hands and wove her fingers with his. She lifted their hands to lips so she could place a light kiss on the back of his hand. She wasn’t sure if her thanks came across in the action, but she herself did feel a warm feeling bubble up in her chest when he lifted her other hand to his lips and his beard brushed across the back of her hand as he kissed it.

Sas made no move to get up. She still didn’t really feel she could with the low throbbing in her back and her leg. “I think I should go to the med bay now,” she said when she finally looked up at Obi-Wan.

“Do you think you can walk there, or would you like me to carry you?” His lips were still pressed to the back of her hand, so a small smile spread over her lips as his beard tickled her.

“I should be able to walk….unless…”

“Unless?” He held their hands near his chest

“Unless, you can give me a back rub here?” Sas asked, feeling warmth spreading in her face.

“Darling, I’d be happy to, but are you sure you don’t want one of the healers to look at it?”

“You’ve been in just about every session I’ve had with Rek, you’ll do fine. I’ve got my cooling ointment in my bag where you were sitting earlier. A little of that on my back will be just as good as anything down in the med bay.”

Obi-Wan moved his hand up toward his face again, and felt his beard brush he back of her hand again. She suspected that he had meant to stroke his beard, but instead kissed her hand once he realized he had forgotten to let go.

“Alright, just let me know if anything hurts more. I don’t want to make things worse for you.”

“You could never,” she said and lightly kissed the back of his hand before untangling her fingers from his. She took a deep breath, only to wince as she slowly sat up. Her lower back was still very tender and she was scared of another spasm of pain. She turned her head a little as Obi-Wan tried to help her sit up, and only pulled away once she was sitting upright. She waved off one final offer for him to carry her to the healers before watching him get up to grab her ointment.

She took a deep breath and pulled her shirt and work out bra over her head as carefully as she could, each little movement reminded her how weak her back still was. She held her bundle of clothes to her chest and moved her braid to rest on the front of her shoulder, so it wouldn’t stick to her back. Just as she was about to lay on her stomach she caught a glimpse of Obi-Wan watching her in the mirror. She grinned at him and had been about to make a comment about him enjoying the view, but stopped when she realized he was looking at her back. His brows furrowed together, as he moved to kneel next to her. He didn’t meet her gaze as he helped her lower her body to the mat.

 It dawned on her that this was the first time he’d really seen scars on her back and sides. Some were fading from their mission to the Citadel. Extra time in the bacta tank seemed to do them some good. The freshest one however, a long surgical one that branched out from electrical burns at the base of her spine, was from Umbara. She wouldn’t be surprised if that one never faded. She told herself it didn’t bother her much. That the only way the reminder of what happened would be if, for some reason, she had to shift into someone else and expose her back.  Even as she laid on her stomach, Sas watched his face in the mirror and for just a moment she wished she had gifts like his, that she could reassure him through the force. 

She shifted her weight and took his hand in her own. “Hey, Pretty Boy,” she started and turned her head to directly meet his gaze. His blue eyes met hers and she did her best to offer him a small smile. “I’ll be okay.” Though he returned her smile, it didn’t reach his eyes. His forehead was still wrinkled with worry, even if he tried to relax. He was normally so good at hiding these things. “If I can’t blame myself for not being strong enough to fight off Krell, you can’t blame yourself for what happened to our men or me. He gave you little reason to think he would do anything like that.”

He only gave her hand a small squeeze. His brows had unfurrowed only slightly; she suspected that he tried to relax for her sake more than he believed what she said. She decided they would work on that more later. It had been a few weeks, maybe a month, since the battle. It was still a little too fresh for them and many of their friends.

Very suddenly Sas felt his beard brush across her bare shoulder. “Lay back down, my dear,” he said softly before placing a light kiss on her skin. She glanced back up at him once more before laying back down and folding her arms under her head.

She watched him in the mirror as he took some of her ointment in his hand and slowly spread it over her back. The coolness of the gel, and pressure from his hands slowly eased the throbbing in her back. She let out a breath as she gradually let herself relax under his touch. She could feel his thumbs massaging small circles in her lower back, easing the tension and knots in her muscles there.

“Let me know if anything hurts,” he said, but the only answer he received was a lazy hum in answer from the green woman before him. If Sas hadn’t closed her eyes she would have seen the small smile inch its way across his face in the mirror. He rubbed his palms gently but firmly along her back, his concern gradually dissipating as she seemed to grow more and more relaxed under his touch.

“You’re shoulders are especially tight in your shoulders, did you know that?” Obi-Wan said digging his fingers into Sas’ shoulder blades.

“I’m sure if I was massaging your back, I’d find more tension in yours, Love,” Sas said as she peeked one eye open to look at him in the mirror. The little tired grin on his face said she was probably right, even if he didn’t want to admit it outloud. “If you want, later on, since its your night to stay over, I can give you a massage. I might not be as good as you but-” She stopped abruptly and a shiver ran down her spine.

Obi-Wan started placing light kisses down her spine, and his beard tickled her skin in a way she wasn’t prepared for. His chuckle against her skin sent another wave of trembles through her. “Or maybe you can let me just take care of you again,” he teased before kissing her shoulder.

Sas let out a small huff. “I can’t make any promises about feeling well enough for that, and if you’re going to tease me this way-”

“You’ll let me take you the healers next time?”

“Thats not what I was going to say.”

“Then what were you going to say?” He placed a kiss on her other shoulder. Sas decided he was having too much fun.

“You made me forget, but it wasn’t that.”

“I love you, Sas.”

“You love to tease me,” She huffed.

“Perhaps, but I’m sure you’ve known that for a long time now.”

“Yeah, almost as long as you’ve known I love you too.”

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Answering Asks from @fadingclamalmondrascal : “Hi! I hope you're still doing asks, but I understand if you're not, it sounds like you've got a lot going on. I've got 3 questions for you:

1: What made you want to adopt this story and write an "Anakin's big sister who falls in love with obi" au? What about it appealed to you initially, and what about it keeps you coming back?

2: I love Elara's Sith name! Carus is so cool. What kind of thought did you put into that name and her sith design?

3: What does your writing process for each chapter look like?”

Hi!! My asks are always open, and even if my life his completely hectic, I’ll always get around to answering them! But, thankfully, my life has started to calm down in the last week. I’ve gotten a lot of writing done in the last day, so I’m in a very “Balance” mood, so I’m super stoked to answer these!! (I also wrote a lot again, so buckle up!!)

1. So fun backstory on my finding the story: I was living in England for my first year at University, and I was on a big ol’ Star Wars kick because The Force Awakens had just come out in December. It was January. It was cold, the evenings were getting rainy, so one night after dinner and scrolled through FFN to find something fun to read. And when I first found and read the original story, pre-adoption (which I believe is still up and called “Another Skywalker”), I remember being like ‘wow, this is an interesting concept.’ And as I read it, in my head, all of these ideas were coming to my head; and I remember being kinda sad about that. I didn’t want to write my own story, then have it seem like I’d ripped off the concept from the author. Because this was the first fic with the “Anakin’s older sister falling for Obi” concept that I’d ever seen. I didn’t know if it was something of a trope for an Obi x OC pairing, or if this one was an odd one out. So I finished reading the 11 chapters, and the author had posted a note saying that the story was, effectively, up for adoption. I have never jumped on something so fast. I drafted out two scenes (a now obsolete scene where Elara sees Obi-Wan off to Kamino, and a chunk of the final battle RotS) and sent it to the author. When she told me that the story and concept were all mine to do with as I pleased, I was so excited. Because I realized that all the ideas that had been tentatively brewing in my head, I could now fully bring to fruition.

What initially drew me to the concept was the idea of being able to explore a story and a romance that is, in a way, a foil to Anakin’s. Almost a way to show that maybe, if things had gone differently, Anakin and Padmé’s romance didn’t have to be doomed. Because I have always believed that there had to be some way that it didn’t have to end in disaster. Presenting a Jedi OC x Obi-Wan can explore similar issues (and there’s a lot of fun to be had with that concept, too). But then you have two people who were raised with/to follow the same ideals. Though they are both unique individuals, they will come up to very similar blockages––struggling with breaking the Code, with sloughing off ideals and a way of life they’ve followed all their lives. But with a Skywalker OC… that changes. You get someone who wasn’t raised to keep her emotions in ultra-check. Someone who, like Anakin, is family oriented, passionate about protecting those they love, and innately wishes to express their emotions in a more open manner. Those characteristics present unique conflict (particularly in conjunction with Obi-Wan’s characteristics), and I just… I wanted to, and continue to want to, play with that. Because Elara is dedicated to the Jedi Code. She’s a good Jedi. But put her want to be a good Jedi (for herself, for her brother, for the good of the galaxy) right up against an undeniable, innate need and want to love (because, at her core, Elara is just a purely loving person)––you get whole other obstacles to overcome. It’s a lot of fun to figure out how her overcoming her obstacles helps Obi-Wan overcomes his, and vice-versa. How we can see, in recent chapters, that Obi-Wan realizing he can’t hold Elara at arm’s length anymore affects her; how she starts being more gentle towards him again, tentatively letting him back in. I just love playing with stuff like that!!

And there are a whole lot of things that keep me coming back to this story. One of the biggest things, I think, has to be the idea that ‘love prevails.’ I love myself a complex romance. Maybe that’s why I love Regency/Period Dramas so much; because there are so many ups and downs––and that’s what makes it feel so good! Because while there’s hope and love and happiness, there’s also drama and frustration and confrontation. But through all of that, at the end… love prevails. I’m a hopeless romantic, I’ll own up to that any time of the day. So seeing a couple, so hopelessly in love, go through trials and tribulations and come out on the other end completely alright? That’s my jam! And when you’ve got someone who stands so steadfastly by their ideals as Obi-Wan, but who very clearly is… so passionate and loving… That just feels like the way a love story with him would go. And ‘love prevails’ doesn’t just apply to the Obi-Lara stuff either. It’s about the familial love between Anakin and Elara, and how that love for each other may thrive or suffer in events to come… it’s the platonic love of Elara and the men of the 442nd. Star Wars is a story of many things––family, adventure, coming into your own… but it’s also about love. And getting to add to that aspect of the story in any given way, for people who enjoy reading it, to have fun conceptualizing and writing everything… it keeps bringing me back for more.

2. I had so much fun thinking up all the Darth Carus stuff!! It was prompted by a question in a review, asking what I thought Elara would be like as a Sith/what her name would be. So I started looking at all the other Sith names, and realized a lot of them were words that stood for descriptors of the Sith Lord. “Maul” for (the literal usage of) “maul,” “Tyrannus” for “tyrant” (derived, likely, from Latin tyrannia or tyrannos), “Vader” for “invader” (or “father”). So I decided I would use a Latin word for her Sith name, and decided I needed to think of what she would be like as a Sith. Tyrannical? Violent? Rampaging? And none of those seemed… right. It felt, to me, that if she were to become a Sith, it would be out of heartbreak. And it wouldn’t be a denial of love kind of heartbreak; it would be losing someone she truly loved (Anakin or Obi-Wan) forever. Their death, perhaps by a mistake that she made. So I went, ‘okay, the birth of her being a Sith is related to love.’ I searched up some Latin words and found “Carus” which means heart. And because Elara, Jedi or Sith, is so involved with her emotions and with love, with her heart… it just seemed to fit.

Now, the outfit––ohh, I had so much fun with the outfit. I’ve got a BFA in Theatrical Arts, so I’m big on costumes and costume details, so creating Elara’s Sith outfit was absolutely delightful. Again, I started with what I thought Darth Carus would be like. There’s a mournful aspect to her, so black as part of her color palette works, but I didn’t want her to be dressed in all black. I thought that, in the wake of her heartbreak, there would be a dangerous passion about her. An angry passion. So ‘anger’ and ‘passion’ are typically associated with burning colors like red, so I through red (and orange) into the mix. And I wanted them to be bright––Darth Carus is no longer hiding in the neutrals of Tatooine or the Jedi Order. She’s letting the galaxy know her pain. I did, however, want to stick with clothing articles that were more robe-like. It’s what Elara’s known her whole life. But instead of multiple layers, I stripped it down to singular, more form fitting articles. In a way, the fewer layers is displaying the vulnerability that turned her towards the Darkness. Red is the predominant color (the tunic) because it draws attention. You have to look at her, you have to see her pain. It’s almost like staring into a fire, or gaping at an open wound. And because all good Sith Lords need a dramatic cape, I thought I’d do a fun take on it and do one of the ones that attaches at the shoulders instead of drapes over them. Maximum drama for sweeping down staircases or jumping off of tall platforms. Now, like I said, I’m a sucker for small details… hence why I added the embroidery on the tunic collar. It’s floral. It denotes her love of life. Now, if this were all real life, real costume design in an actual movie… the embroidered flowers would be Gleannish Snow Blossoms. And, of course, amidst all the bright reds, vivid oranges, and swaths of black… against all this intensity… you have the delicate, cool softness of the real Snow Blossom pinned to the spot over her heart. The very same Snow Blossom that Obi-Wan gave her on Gleann. A gentle reminder of better days… of the reason she became the ways she is… of the man she loved so wholly and deeply that, in losing him… she’d much have rather killed her own heart instead. (Also, a friend of mine and I had a wonderful conversation discussing how much of a terrifying, badass power couple Sith!Elara and Sith!Obi-Wan would be. It’s delightful.)

3. So, if I’m writing a chapter that deals with a chunk of movie or episode, what I’ll do first is sit down and watch what I perceive I’ll be writing. I’ll take down notes on things that I’ll want to add in/describe. I’ve also got a whole document of ideas I’ve already written down, and a document of bullet-pointed ideas, so I’ll give that I skim/edit, too. I always have to pick what scenes to leave in or take out, decide if they can be summarized or should be left in. Sometimes this’ll happen the same day I start writing, but sometimes I take a day to really think things over, sleep on it, then start the next. Then I’ll start to write, and I’ll have the movie/episode open for reference. When I write canon dialogue, it’s a lot of: watch, listen, pause, transcribe; rewind, read subtitles, listen, pause, transcribe. I also usually have, like… five safari tabs open with different research pages open––one for the movie/episode, probably one for a character of some kind, a google image search of a costume or something, and another one that’s got, like, different kinds of starships or droids (because there are so, so many). A lot of the time I’ll just transcribe/describe a chunk of canon stuff, then go back and add in extra details, weave Elara into it, or change up the dialogue to fit. An example being Obi-Wan and Sugi’s conversation in the barn. I beefed that up a little bit, added in references, and used it to benefit the overall storyline.

With chapters that are more original content based, those take a little longer to plan. Even if I have an idea of what’s going to happen, it takes a bit of time to figure out how to order it all, how to get a proper lead in, how to make transitions. And I also contemplate whether or not what I want to write is really going to be beneficial to the story, or if it’s going to end up being meaningless filling. There are a lot of ideas that I have had or do have that would be fun to write, but don’t really… work into the story well enough (like, god, do I want a girls’ day chapter 😂). And it’s in writing these chapters in particular that I do a lot of my music listening. Star Wars soundtracks, the story playlists I’ve made… the right music can help me find the mood or setting of a scene, inspire a moment. Like, I cannot tell you how much of the bunker scene on Ryloth was inspired by Sebastian Böhm’s rendition of “Blue Monday.” Music plays a huge role in writing for me. I’ll have music playing when I’m driving or doing dishes or cooking, and I’ll start to formulate ideas while listening. There are times, too, when I feel stuck when writing that I’ll swap on over to YouTube and I’ll watch some Star Wars edits. There’s an amazing edit of “War Pigs” by Black Sabbath over battle sequences from the films, and it’s just… it feeds my soul when I get stuck writing battle sequences. I’ve got, like… a go-to list of edits I watch when I feel a little stuck, and they’re all phenomenal. And when all is said and done and I’ve finished the chapter, I usually take a break and sit on it for a bit. Then go back, read over it, do grammar edits, change things if I see fit too. Then it’s on to review replies and I get it uploaded and posted!!

[fanfoolishness]

Star Wars Confessions

Tagged by @lastwordbeforetheend to post 5 confessions about Star Wars!

1. I first remember seeing Empire Strikes Back when I was 4 or 5, and by the time I was 10 I was thoroughly hooked on Star Wars. My mom used to see ESB WEEKLY in 1980 with her friends for a year, and both she and my dad were always huge Star Wars fans. I've had periods in my life where I'm more or less interested in it, but have always counted it as an interest. However, The Mandalorian is the first SW property that's ever nudged me into full-on fandom.

2. As a kid I got $5 for allowance every 2 weeks, and every 2 weeks I would check for new Star Wars figures at the store, which were $4.99. I had over 30 of the classic 90s 3.75" SW figures, including weirdoes like the Rancor Keeper in addition to Luke with Yoda in the backpack and Lando with his lovely cape. Sadly out of all of them I only had one Leia, dressed as the bounty hunter, and no other female characters. Now that I've gotten into Mando, I've been accumulating a small army of newer 3.75" figures and the Black Series 6" figures, which now include both versions of Din Djarin, the Armorer, Cara Dune, Greef Karga, Kuiil, IG-11, and Bo-Katan, not to mention favorites from the original trilogy and the sequels. It's nice to not really grow up. XD My Tatooine-dust-smudged R2D2 still beeps with his original battery, more than 20 years later.

3. This is my first fandom I've been really prolific in yet haven't written a single romantic story for. Most of my Steven Universe fanfic was gen but there were smatterings of Connverse and Rose x Pearl and Rose x Greg, but the only things I ship Din Djarin with are sleep and friendship. I admit to being truly baffled by the Mando x Reader/Pedro x Reader genre and not getting the appeal at all. I'm glad people are enjoying themselves with it, but it doesn't make any sense to me, and I don't understand why people have chosen that instead of making OCs or self-inserts; maybe I'm just getting old! I'd never seen it really before this fandom (after writing fic for the past 20 years in several different fandoms). Definitely one of those cases of different strokes for different folks. More power to anyone who enjoys it but I'll be in the gen corner :)

4. I wrote an extremely hilarious and dorky friendfiction with my friends and I as Star Wars Phantom Menace characters in high school. Anakin was played by the fetal pig we had in biology class and I was the Jar Jar character because I knew my friends would probably be mad if I made one of them Jar Jar.

5. Pre-Covid, I loved going to Galaxy's Edge in Disneyland dressed as either Rey or a Resistance pilot, and would often spend an afternoon or evening in Batuu, sketching my surroundings and just soaking up the atmosphere. It was so incredible walking in and truly feeling like I'd gone to another world beneath a different star, and seeing so many details that really made me feel like I was in a galaxy far, far away. Looking forward to returning later this year hopefully, and recapturing some of that joy, this time in a Din Djarin outfit with a Grogu at my side <3

Tagging @art3mys, @fake-starwars-fan, and @thecagedthestral if you would like to play along, or anyone else who wants to post their confessions!

[stormxpadme]

fic writer interview!

I got tagged by @effervescentdragon and @melkors-4th-silmaril! Thank you guys!

How many works do you have on Ao3?

As usual, I will include the stats from the biggest German archive here where I’ve been publishing since 2005.

AO3: 61

fanfiktion.de: 125

What’s your total AO3 word count?

AO3: 853,977

fanfiktion.de: 4,351,546

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

This is going to be long again, isn’t it ... In 30 years of writing, you collect a lot.

- Batman Forever and Batman & Robin - Bravestarr (Filmation series) - Elisabeth das Musical - Fantastic Four (Movieverse 1) - Firefly/Serenity - He-Man - Masters of the Universe & She-Ra: Princess of Power (OG Filmation verse) - Marvel Cinematic Universe - Meine neue große Schwester (German book) - Pirates of the Caribbean - Real Life Person Fiction (misc The Lord of the Rings celebs, misc skijumpers, misc Cast of German American Idol, misc Star Wars celebs, misc German Dancing with the Stars celebs) - S.W.A.T (1970's series) - Sense8 - Spider-Man (Movieverse 1) - Star Trek: The Next Generation - Star Trek: Kelvin Timeline - Star Wars (original 6 movies) - The Island (2005 movie) - The Lord of The Rings/The Silmarillion - Tomb Raider (2001) and Lara Croft Tomb Raider: The Cradle of Life - Verliebt in Berlin (German series) - X-Men (Movieverse)

And probably still forgot a bunch ...

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

- What was right here all along (Star Trek: Kelvin Timeline, ABO fic) - Nothing casual about us (misc Glorestor smut oneshots) - Naked thrills (misc Silm smut oneshots) - Shorten the reigns (Aragorn/Éomer/Legolas smut oneshot) - Two steps behind (Legolas & Thranduil oneshot)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Of course. If people take their time to read, that’s the least I can do.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Probably the original ending of my Star Wars (original 6 movies) hexalogy in which I gave Obi-Wan a girlfriend and a kid ... After the Jedi Purge, the Jedi girlfriend went into hiding and gave the child away so that it would be safe from the Empire, and Obi-Wan and the girlfriend never met again before his death. Fun times.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Not really though, though I do like to connect different verses of the same franchises that usually have nothing to do with each other. Having Barbara Gordon and movie Barbara Batgirl meet was a lot of fun.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not really as a comment but there was lot of slandering in chats and boars in the old fandom days if you didn’t write exactly what people thought was the only legit theme and pairing.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Have you met me? Since I’m a RL BDSM lover, sub and advocate, I naturally write a lot of kink.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Boy, have I ever. About a fifth of the fics I have on were co-written with a now ex-friend who sadly does not want to have anything to do with fandom anymore. She also wanted her name removed from all of our stuff since she has a quite public job and doesn’t want people possibly finding her involvement in things. So people don’t know on first sight.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Huh, hard to tell. MCU has kinda ruined Clintasha for me which I once lived and breathed, and ever since then I think I kinda turned away from too intense canon shipping a little. Russingon is my current canon obsession, I guess. And Anakin/Padmé, maybe? Other than that, the shipping I could always get into most were always my canon/OC pairings.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Far too many fics on my pc that will never see the online light of day. But that’s okay. I like reading old stuff, even if it’s unfinished.

What are your writing strengths?

Hm, dialogue, I think? And smut, obviously, since this is kind of the only thing people really go for on my ao3 account.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Other than a few movie elvish phrases, I don’t really use that.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

S.W.A.T. (1970′s series) when I was like 9 years old. The first I published in online was She-Ra: Princess of power (original Filmation).

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I’m obviously very deeply attached to my LOTR longfic series “Tales Untold”. I’m also kind of proud of my long X-Men-movie series “Weathered” which worked many of the Dark Phoenix-saga elments from the comics and the cartoons into the movieverse and ended up to be incredibly epic, including los of wedding, sex, drama, death and the end of the world.

[capricornus-rex]

A Shadow of What You Used to Be (Prelude)

My God, would you look at that timestamp? ;u; Anyway...

Dear Anon,

First of all, I am so sorry that it took this long for me to get to this prompt! D: Sweet Anon, if you frequent my page, you may have seen my PSA posts that my laptop died and my posting had slowed down because I had nothing to work with—except borrowing someone else’s laptop, but that’s only on a weekly basis, compared to when I had my laptop still working. But now that it’s home and good as new, I can finally work on the fics!

And since you allowed me to use either a Reader or an OC, I decided to go with the latter! I hope that’s okay with you 👉🏻👈🏻

--

Cal Kestis x Fem! OC

Summary: There is another! Years after young anakin skywalker departed tatooine, his mother shmi delivers a second child—this time, a daughter. Whilst the circumstance of the girl’s birth remains unexplained, Irele Skywalker has yet to choose the true path between those laid out for her.

Tags: Fem! OC, Irele Skywalker, Force-sensitive! OC, Anakin’s Younger Sister, Skywalker! OC, Darth Vader’s Secret Apprentice, Long-lost Sibling

Also in AO3

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32 BBY

The harsh desert morning unravels its sun upon the towns of Tatooine. The woman’s eyes shot open upon being greeted by the silence. She had been too used to the routine of having her son, a boy of nine, always coming up to her bed and snuggling to her side only to wake her up in an innocent whisper.

The cottage had gotten quieter since. Shmi Skywalker sighed, waking with a heavy heart for months on end. She has yet to practice herself in being accustomed to being alone in almost everything she does in and out of the house: cooking, eating, cleaning, working, and sleeping. The most difficult part of it all is trying not to think too much about her little boy: how he must be doing, if he’s making good friends with any children wherever he is, or if he’s not being too hard on himself.

Don’t worry too much, Shmi. She tells herself while folding clothes.

It has been four months since she watched her son join the man who promised to make the boy a Jedi. But those four months felt like an eternity for a mother, all by her lonesome.

On one evening, in the middle of cooking her supper, Shmi felt her stomach churning and the reflux was quickly climbing upwards from her stomach to her throat. She scrambled from turning off the heat to rushing to the wash. While allowing herself to retch, her free hand twisted the tap, letting the water run as the drain siphoned the bile.

Shmi’s eyes shifted wildly and paced her breathing. Battling her own conscience whether to think what she’s already thinking.

Is she with child?

She had no relations of any kind, thus it only leaves her to only one conclusion: it is the same circumstance as her conception of Anakin, her son. She calmed her beating chest with the flat of her palm resting above her breast, then—almost reluctantly—her hand trailed downwards to her womb. It took moments before she could hear a heartbeat that isn’t hers, but she quickly welcomed it. In the back of her mind, she wondered if this one will turn out the same as its brother—strong with the Force, as the Jedi had examined once before; regardless, she assesses whether she’ll cover up the child’s origins with a story, but then Shmi cannot find it in her heart to lie about it, and so she deliberated that she’ll remain truthful to how she had her now second child.

Though, she doubts that this one will be found by more Jedi.

As far as Shmi knows, not many Jedi will go to this desolate wasteland to find children to recruit or free slaves—the last Jedi she met, Qui Gon Jinn, said as much before.

Nevertheless, she took care of herself so that the bundle of life growing in her would come out healthy as well. Her owner, Watto, was surprised though quickly shifted back to his indifference. Out of understanding—something he rarely does—he had allowed her to continue working from home, as it had always been even when her son was still here, until the child was due.

Nine months, she carried it.

And come the final month, she was ready to deliver.

A band of female neighbors did her the kindness of assisting her with the birth, one of them was an elderly vendor woman who peddled by their home street.

Two younger woman supported Shmi, lending her their arms for her to grip on. The vendor woman paced her instruction of Shmi when to push. That night, the entire residential block was filled with her screams…

Until it was followed by the fresh wails of an infant.

The two assistants gasped, one of them could not fight the tear that rolled down their cheek when the elderly woman held the newborn. A smile stretched across her face, her thin lips pursed as her grin opened more at the sight of the baby gradually ceasing its cries.

“Shmi…!” the elder gasped. “It’s a girl!”

Shmi struggled to release her grip from one of the maids, gesturing to the elder to hand over the baby. The second maid helped her sit up before letting her carry the newborn. The moment their skins touched, Shmi instantly fell in love—remembering the first time she gave birth.

The infant girl: a head full of hair, with strands as dark as a moonless night in the Dune Sea; round, hazel eyes that glinted like sunshine; and rich, soft, olive skin.

“She has your eyes!” gasped a maiden.

Shmi giggled. She is at a loss for words. More so when her daughter clasped its tiny hand around her forefinger and middle finger together.

The elderly woman asked if she can bathe the child and swaddle it; in the meantime, Shmi rested and the maidens cleaned her up as well. That night went back to its peace, but somehow it felt much more mellow—like a silent lullaby.

Cradling her newborn, Shmi gently rocked left and right—as if dancing—while humming to her new baby daughter. A daughter! Her heart leapt. There’s a smile that she can’t seem to erase, and she doesn’t plan to as long as she kept her eyes on her little daughter.

“Oh, what to name you, my pretty one?” she cooed.

She gave herself a minute or so to think, muttering words that ought to be names. The ones she must have preferred were said out louder than the rest.

“Irele…”

The name came to her naturally. She chanted the name a few times, and was confident that it was the suitable name for her daughter. The child cooed, her hand squirmed and gently tapped Shmi’s bosom.

“My little Irele…”

Shmi craned her neck so that her lips are closer to Irele’s forehead. Mother and child retreated to their quarters for the night.

Even for just one night, Shmi felt free. At the birth of her daughter, Irele Skywalker.

[elareine]

Fic Masterpost

For a masterpost of my tumblr ficlets, see here.

Note: I’ve added fics with multiple pairings to every relevant category.

Jason Todd/Tim Drake

Secret Witness (34k, ao3) CSI except with ghosts. WIP. 

A Hope Like You (12k, ao3) A/b/o with single dad Jason and identity porn. WIP. 

Silver and shadow and vision of things not seen (8k, ao3) WW2 and post-WW2 urban fantasy noir. WIP.

Turn yourself toward home (4k, ao3) Retired pirate seeks retired navy officer.

The space between us (8k, ao3) Mr. & Mrs. Smith in space.

Hold me (like you held on to life) (6k, ao3) Vampire sex to spite the parents.

If I know you (4k, ao3) Annoyed witch cares for sleeping prince.

Lifelong learning (5k, ao3) College, but it’s not an AU.

safe with me (14k, ao3) Figuring out intimacy, with a dash of d/s.

Ornamental (2k, ao3)  Christmas party butt plug fun.

Far away (1k, ao3 I tumblr) + So close (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Tim’s in space and then he’s not.

Like no other pain (2k, ao3) Soulmates, but Tim makes it angsty. 

If I had a type (then baby it would be you) (1k, ao3 I tumblr) One-night stand with surprise bondmark.  

The Sacredness of Tears (13k, ao3)  Tim gets the ability to travel through time, but somehow that’s not the main story. 

The Reluctant Brides (13k, ao3) Genderbent regency.

Adamare (9k, ao3 I tumblr: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7) Harry Potter AU. 

What demons they carry (5k, ao3 I tumblr: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14) Outsider POV of demon!Tim.

Shelter (19k, ao3) Royalty arranged marriage. 

glaukopis, promachos, atrytone (4k, ao3 I tumblr:  1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7) A god and his reincarnated lover.

Not the hurricane (2k, ao3 I tumblr) Soft handjobs. 

Night falling softly and without mercy (4k, ao3 I tumblr) When you want to marry your bodyguard but are pretty sure he means to kill you. 

Reasons to be jealous (4k, ao3 I tumblr) Unfounded jealousy crack. Side DickDami.

Just a fool for you (6k, ao3 I tumblr) The Regency Daemon Thing. (Part two of ‘foolish, perhabs’)

A fool’s game (1k, ao3 I tumblr)  Outsider POV of The Regency Daemon Thing. (Part one of ‘foolish, perhabs’)

A fool to believe (2k, ao3 I tumblr) Epistolary companion to The Regency Daemon Thing. (Part three of ‘foolish, perhabs’)

Blood will tell (9k, ao3) October Daye AU. 

So easy to begin (4k, ao3) Dealin’ with fear toxin and trauma, a/b/o-style. 

Somebody ring the alarm (2k, ao3) Strangers flirting while undercover.

To love and to honour (6k, ao3) Five anniversaries and a wedding. 

A question of trust (3k, ao3) Jason hides an injury.

The Wedding Job (3k, ao3) Leverage-style heist.

One day the slipper fits (2k, ao3) The perils of not-dating. 

Dick Grayson/Jason Todd 

clock ticking (sudden silence) (7k, ao3 I tumblr) Dick’s soulmate timer is an asshole. 

The stars gaze back (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Stardust AU with more swearing.

In the Shallows (20k, ao3) Celebrity ‘She Loves Me’ AU.

I dream of our story (our fairytale) (1k, ao3 I tumblr)  Epilogue to In the Shallows. 

A revolution is a simple thing (6k, ao3) Anastasia AU.

Dick Grayson/Damian Wayne

Soft, sweet (and never too much) (2k, ao3) Sweet and kinky PWP.

Don't make me close one more door (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Bodyguard AU. Dami goes undercover and develops feelings. 

Misperceptions (6k, ao3 I tumblr) DamiDick-centric compaion to Reasons to be jealous.

Damian Wayne/Tim Drake

These stars will guide us home (2k, ao3 I tumblr) Developing feelings while being far apart.

Vigil (4k, ao3 I tumblr) Injuries, cuddles and feelings. DamiTim, Joyfire+Dick.

That sacred bond (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Fake marriage for the aliens.

Jason Todd/Roy Harper

Winners get road rash with @scootboot97​ (3k, ao3 I tumblr) College AU dorks and oral. 

Of wizards and black knights (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Cyberpunk damsel in not-so-much distress. 

Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

Wonder (2k, ao3) Officer Grayson partners up with Batman.

All that's dead and gone and passed tonight (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Hunger Games AU. 

Tim Drake/Conner Kent

Met a boy (cute as can be) (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Summer romance.

Snow comes down in June (2k, ao3 I tumblr) College dumbasses try to stay friends.

Jason Todd/Damian Wayne

That word on your skin (2k, ao3 I tumblr) Getting the same tattoo is one way to ask for a date.

warmth, shared (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Jason’s feeling old and gets cuddles on a mountain.

Jason Todd/Roy Harper/Tim Drake

At its core (1k, ao3 I tumblr)  Considering fatherhood and marriage. 

Turning point (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Cuddles against nightmares, with a surprise ghost.

Other ships (DC)

Vigil (4k, ao3 I tumblr) Injuries, cuddles and feelings. Joyfire+Dick, DamiTim. 

The wonderful everyday (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Flirting in an Ikea. Joyfire.

Down, down (2k, ao3 I tumblr) Prince visits tentacled sea witch. Superbat.

Would make me whole (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Angsty jerk-off session. JayRoyDick.

Promises (whispered, shouted) (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Injuries in the desert with not much hope. JonDami.

Won't you die tonight for love (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Vampire marriage surprisingly includes a third person. DamiJayTim.

You still look like a movie (2k, ao3 I tumblr) High school teachers pine. DickWally, side JayTim.

Spellbound (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Morning after marred by worry about a love potion. Trinity.

Through the night (we'll make it) (2k, ao3 I tumblr) H/C vignettes. Robinpile.

Gen (DC) 

rewind, fast forward, stop (3k, ao3 I tumblr)  Deaged Jason angst. Jason, batfamily.

In silence (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Jason’s telepathy doesn’t help him with Bruce. Jason, Bruce.

A soft place to land (2k, ao3) Trying to get Bruce to retire. Jason, Dick, batfamily.

touched your head gently (felt my heart melt) (7k, ao3) Movie-verse Floyd as a father through the years. Floyd, Zoe, squad. 

Will someone tell me what's going on tonight (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Dick’s OC boyfriend is an asshole, Wally offers comfort. Dick/OC (past), Bruce, Wally

At its core (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Considering fatherhood and marriage. Duke-centric, side JayRoyTim.

Hockey RPF

Sometimes I lie (4k, ao3) An FBI agent and his informant. SidGeno.

Finding Surety  (13k, ao3) Fake Dating. Marner/Matthews.  

Do you know (I still miss you) (6k, ao3) Getting back together with a little help from your friends. Eichel/McDavid. (Part two of ‘Read all about it’)

The name that history wrote (8k, ao3) Harry Potter AU, triwizard tournament. Eichel/McDavid.

the whole world's out of sync (9k, ao3) 13 going on 30 AU. SidGeno.

stellar nucleosynthesis (13k, ao3) Magical realism and truth spells. Danny/Claude.

But you were always on my mind (7k, ao3) Soulmarks complicated by dyslexia.

Feather (9k, ao3) Crimean war magical realism AU. SidGeno.

Other fandoms

starts with truth (MCU, 8k, ao3) If Steve talked to Tony and Pepper earlier about the winter soldier. SteveTonyPepper.

someday my prince will come (X-Men Movies, 7k, ao3) Erik deals with an enchanted forest. Cherik.

Nothing easy worth doing (Power Rangers, 2k, ao3) Superheroing while autistic - pros and cons. 

Shoot me down (Star Wars, 12k, ao3) Kier survives. Everything else still happens. LeiaKierHan.

Ask his mind (ask his heart) (Star Wars, 2k, ao3)  Anakin gets dosed with sex pollen. ObiKin. 

A Woman is Herself (Lady Sherlock, 7k, ao3) Joanna Watson character study. JoannaJohn. 

Will it burn forever (this light) (King Arthur: Legend of the Sword, 11k, ao3) Love spell adventures. ArthurTristan. (There’s a podcast!)

Someday soon (Arashi RPF, 1k, ao3) A glance into the future. Ohmiya. 

With fates to come (D.Gray-man, 1k, ao3) Tikki is Cassandra. TikkiAllen.

Dedication with @magoril​ (FBAWTFT, 2k, ao3) Theseus fixes things for his brother. TinaNewt. 

Shiny things (FBAWTFT, 2k, ao3) Percival gets a service Niffler. Gen. 

[galacticwildfire]

Account update/notice/ blah

if you wanna know what I’ve got in the works read below

Ya’ll I have a shit tonne of unfinished fanfics I started on wattpad (I couldn’t get my Ao3 ac to work properly until like a month ago), I know everyone here hates wattpad, I do too, but I’ve posted there for a couple years because well I was fifteen when I started, I just don’t read on there and since I’ve been a lot more active on tumblr and Ao3 I’m moving content to here. I posted mostly acotar, got and spn, which I took down to rewrite but my lazy ass knows I’m never going to finish that long ass got fanfic I started so I’m just gonna cut to the Oberyn bit, rewrite, and turn it into its own mini series on here.

Also got a Poe one I really liked, Poe dating an OC who is Leia and Han’s daughter, few years younger than Ben. She was a senator on Naboo, there was a lil first order conspiracy  and ended up being forced to be Snoke’s apprentice for a lil while, where her and Poe were ‘enemies’ then she ends up joining the resistance and well... that boy loses his mind. I had the first few chapters written, and like fifty bloody one shots that I was gonna turn into the rest of the story. I’m thinking I’m gonna publish that here and try to continue it because I really liked it and had it fully planned while I figure out where this Din one’s gonna go.

The Poe one’s pretty dark in the beginning, torture, imprisonment, killing, very very heavy content to do with depression in one of the chapters and then later ptsd. What’s written so far regarding that content is kept vague but as a person who has had very serious mental health difficulties I know it still could be triggering, which is why those chapters would have very clear and appropriate warnings. The OC’s story heavily mirrors Anakins, or rather Snoke (palpatines puppet) is trying to get another chosen one to turn and become what Vader couldn’t be because Ben is a disappointment. But inevitably after multiple encounters with Poe she gets out, finally becomes a rebel because she sure as hell can’t be in politics anymore and from then on its far far more lighthearted, some ptsd but that heavy content is only vaguely referenced. Her and Poe are “i almost saved her” to enemies to enemies who want to fuck to reluctant co-workers who then want to fuck to frenemies who really want to fuck to friends to pining to ride or die to sort of to sleeping together platonically to i dont need you to after heaps of angst inevtiably getting together and horribly, and i mean horribly failing to hide their relationship from leia who little do they know has been rooting for them for months because she wants Poe as her son in law and Lando calling out their bs

I’ve also got some one shots in the works which are x reader, but my series are all first person oc because that’s just what I’m used to writing which I don’t see much of on tumblr. I know those fics definitely aren’t as popular here but if people are interested in reading them I’ll definitely post, and it’s already available on wattpad and Ao3. All accounts r under this name.

Also for found. next chapter is nearly done, I just hate writing action so that’s what’s taking a while, after that it will diverge from canon and there’ll be a couple episodes before they meet up with Ahsoka and by then tensions will be highhhhh.

Also I want to apologise in advance, idk how but everything I write is angst. I hate reading angst because ouch but I love writing it. So buckle up.

Also x reader Din smut is coming soon. It started as fluff but ended in a blowjob. But fuck it, he deserves it.