Professor Kenobi And Motorcyclist Jango

It HAD to be done, I was sick of bullshitting details on their outfits so here you go, REFERENCES.

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Flotsam and Jetsam (Part One)

The first chapter (after the prologue) of “Flotsam and Jetsam” is up over on ao3! I will be posting a chapter every Monday! The entire thing is completed and I am working on the follow-up. (A sequel, from me? I know!)

Anyway, this is the mer!Cody and living by the sea!Obi-Wan au. Set in the 1940s. Warnings for PTSD, suicidal ideation, talk of major injuries, past major character death (none in the fic), commentary on mental health care in the past. 

“Flotsam and Jetsam” is Codywan, explicit (eventually), and big on both physical and emotional hurt/comfort. Six total chapters (two of which are already up). You may recognize the prologue as an entry from whumptober, which spawned this entire AU. Hope you enjoy! 

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star wars: the clone wars species, part two

Anakin, sighing: Obi-Wan is very alone. I just wish I could show him love, you know?

His clones:

Angst n5 w/ Fives and Dogma?🥺

I was 100% worried I would not be able to write this properly. These are both characters I haven’t really written- if anything I have barely written any of the clones. I love them, each and every single one. I just turn into this anxious mess of a ball that is afraid I am going to slaughter them with my words.

I have a lot of feelings about how Dogma’s blind loyalty was used against him. He made many mistakes, but he was so painfully manipulated. He and his vod’e deserved so much better.

SO ONTO THE ANGST~!

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

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I’m fine, Sir.

The blaster trembled, the kriffing blaster trembled in his hands. If he closed his eyes then he could see how each piece of it vibrated thanks to the shaking of his limbs. Krell was laughing at him. His vod’e were against him because he had been so blind, so painfully blind. 

You ever think that the General knows what he is doing?

He had nearly dragged Tup down with him. He had followed along after the person he had thought he was supposed to trust. His brothers had cried out, lashed hard against the injustices, but he had kept his feet on the path he had chosen. Each footfall stained his soul. 

Well I, for one, agree with the General’s plan!

Vod’e turned on vod’e. The sound of each shot rang in his ears as they fell like training droids. Broken, twisted, betrayed. They had raised their weapons against each other because they had been manipulated and yet his eyes still refused to see the truth. What the mind could see, the heart rejected. 212th against 501st. 

Betrayed. 

Dead.

I think you’re all overreacting.

They had been made for the Jedi. They had been trained for the Jedi. 

They had been corrupted by the Jedi.

Unmarked graves lived in his mind and he told himself that the General cared. The General felt each of their deaths, rather like he felt each death. The Remembrance was growing longer as more and more of his vod’e kept marching on. 

NO! WE HAVE ORDERS!

When he closed his eyes he could see Fives grabbing the blaster from his hands. He could see Rex smiling at him. The Jedi was dead. There would be no Remembrance for the monster that had played with them like toys. The vod’e, he realized far too late, always came first. Dogma knew he should have believed sooner, listened to his mind sooner, should have just done anything sooner. He had argued that the General cared, that he knew what he was doing, and the payment for that blind loyalty was genocide. 

You were the biggest fool of all, Dogma.

“So what happens now,” he leaned his head against the wall as he kept his gaze averted. He didn’t want to see the heartbreak in Fives’ eyes. His wrists sported new ornaments suited for his rank. Traitor. Jedi Killer. The Fool. 

Prisoner.

“They mentioned a trial, vod,” Fives sank down onto the bench in the hallway. A faint sound of discomfort or exhaustion left him. Dogma wasn’t sure which it was, but he had to guess it had to do with the fact the war kept dragging on. He didn’t even know how long his brother would be planetside, but he knew he was wasting time by being here with him. Time better suited for anyone else.

“I...did the right thing,” he whispered more to himself than anything. General Krell wouldn’t have stopped, he would have just kept on using vod’e like cannon fodder because they were just clones. Clones were grown to die. Dogma hated himself, but what he hated most of all was how Krell had shaken his faith in loyalty. 

“Yeah, you did the right thing. We aren’t going to let you go down for this,” Fives’ voice was pitched low so only he could hear him. “Dogma, none of us blame you-”

A dry laugh escaped him as he shook his head. The action made it feel like the very air was scratching at his eyes. They burned. “I blame me.”

“Dogma, just listen to me-”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.” His eyes kept on burning as his cheeks grew wet. If he kept his gaze averted, set on the wall, then neither of them would mention it. “You shouldn’t have come here. You should be with someone who deserves your loyalty.”

He had to push Fives away, had to push away any other vod’e that might show up. They didn’t need to be corrupted by him. They needed to march forward without worrying about what he hadn’t done fast enough. The sound of a fist slamming into the forcefield had him jumping slightly. His head lolled to the side and he fixed Fives with a look. 

“You deserve our loyalty! We look after our own, you bastard.” 

Dogma couldn’t fight the sad smile that curled across his lips. “But I didn’t, vod, but I didn’t.” 

I counted on blind loyalty like yours.

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