Iām 28 And Iām also Horny On Main (Dark Erotica) 18+ blog (If I follow you and you donāt want an NSFW account to follow you, send me a DM to let me know.) - All pronouns used. - I also do SFW content. Everything is tagged properly.
I go by all pronouns. (She/her He/Him They/Them Its/It)
I am also AroAce.
I write mostly Fluff, Humor, Evil/Dark Characters, and Dark Erotica.
If that is not your cup of tea, then you can kindly leave.
I will not be belittled or scolded for liking dark fantasy, as it is, fantasy.
What I romanticize is meant to be taken as fantasy. Never IRL, nor do I use Irl people only their characters.
Guide for my fanfics
- I tag any and everything NSFW that I feel goes too far into the sexual category.
- I hit my base point with the basic TW, if I miss one just let me know and Iāll add it.
- I put my POVās up for use.
Third (limited) - the point of view uses characters names rather than āIā. But we only see it from one persons perspective and have only insight in their thoughts. Often you donāt see into other characters heads unless they are main characters and we are on their POV.
Third (omniscient) - we have insight as the reader into all the characters feelings and thoughts. We know things other characters do not. And we see how they act always even when others arenāt around.
Second (You/Your) - these are used mostly in reader insert stories. And offer for you to put yourself as the character without a name.
First (I/me) - told from one Point Of View with very personalized touch. Unlike Third Limit, you only get one character and donāt often switch POVs. Doesnāt use the characters name as often.
- May not always have a title but will always have a summary.
- Things I am not comfortable with.
ā¢ heavy vore / death
ā¢ necrophilia
ā¢ Pedophilia
ā¢ Underage (if characters are under 16 I get uncomfortable reading intimacy about. Reason for this is 16 is often the age of most adult books about characters.)
ā¢ Non-con (like the ones that are heavy and overly realistic. I can do a little bit I canāt be detailed with it it makes me uncomfortable. I prefer Dub-con)
ā¢ anything to do with stomach acid is a no for me.
Reading back on this, Obi-wan speaks of how itāll all be over soon. But for whose benefit? Does he really think the council will let them be? Does he think it can go back to the way it was? Perhaps he feels after the war he can find who he is? Or maybe heās deluding himself into thinking this will all be over if they can take out the Sith Lordā¦
He asks Anakin to think of him, but you get this feeling heās not thinking of Anakin nor of the future of them. He doesnāt take into consideration the trust heās breaking, if he doesnāt he thinks itāll smooth over by the end. He doesnāt see that even without war, the path of the Jedi at the Temple currently wouldnāt allow for Obi-wan and Anakin the Dyad; but Obi-wan the council member, and Anakin the Jedi Knight.
Anakin clearly sees this, and wonder if his master would really throw him away to please the Jedi Council when this is all over. Heās trying to see Obi-wanās resolve, to feel him and know the other loves him and wouldnāt leave. But he doubts, he fears, and he spirals. He canāt tell these feelings, though he really should. Because itās not the Jedi way to be afraid.
āAre we in this together?ā Is a question that hangs between them. And everyone else answers for them. But they never answer it themselves.
I dont like how canon handles the Jedi's view on NOT being a Jedi so i am changing that.
Give me a Jedi Order that teaches their younglings that it is OKAY if being a Jedi Knight is not the path for them. That it is an honor to work in any of their Service Corps. Or if the Corps are not the path for you that is also OKAY and you wont be abandoned by the only family and home you've ever known.
Give me a Jedi Order that has a building of apts right by the temple for those of age, whos path no longer aligns with the Jedi. Where they still have access to their frends and family inside the temple. Where they are housed and fed for free while they are providd free education in what their path dictates and classes through other past Jedi on how to navigate life as a regular citizen - taxes are confusing no matter what univese youre in.
Give me a Jedi Order that responds to a padawan cutting their training early to leave the Order with melancholy celebrations. Because on one hand, look at how much their kid has grown and reflected on what is best for THEM and was brave enough to follow their path, they are so damn proud. But on the other hand, thats their kid. The ex-padawan will remain in the masters care until they are of age, but they will no lnger have lessons with them, or go on missions with them. They are proud, they are sad, they celebrate.
Give me a jedi order that has a ceromony of honor and pride for the initiates that do not become knights, but instead join one of the Jedi Corps. Where creche mates dance and play and theorize what kind of work they'll get to do. New little padawans listening with stars in their eyes when they listen to their friends talk about all the work they will get to learn and do in the Corps they chose. All the planets and people they will help, their way, through agriculture, medicine, education or just simple exploration. They'll miss the friends that will remain to be trained as Knights, but they are excited to see where the force leads them with the Corps.
Give me a Jedi Order that is PROUD of their religion and customs and way of life.
Give me a Jedi Order that is just as PROUD when one of their little lights in the force finds a new path, outside of them.
My personal headcanon is everyone gets base training of Jedi Knight. Itās less of a profession and more of a title. All Padawans are trained to be Knights. But you can also major in something else.
Ie. My OC Jedi is learning to be a Healer. So, on top of his Knight training with his master, he takes classes for the Healer Corp. and tests too. Eventually he will learn all he can bring a Knight. Graduation from Padawan to Knight aka āAdultā in the eyes of the Order. And continue his education of being a Healer.
Basically as Jedi know how to fight. And they just choose their secondary branch. This is so they all can defend themselves and use the force on some basic level.
āItās not about who youāre willing to Fall for, but who you choose to Fall with.ā
gift art for my birthday twin @voidcat-senket! they gave me the prompt of darksider rebels bode and cal, plus a little blurb (see the quote above!) and ngl iām kind of obsessed with this concept now š
I have one on Friday for a secretary position! Itās local and I feel so sick. Iāve been researching the company and getting everything ready. Manifesting Iāll get this job. Ahhhh.
Personal headcanon of mine, Qui-gon reminds me of those enigmatic kung-fu master from (very) old chinese movie lol. The type that told their student to do something random, but you will finally understand why after you've done the task.
Iām so tired of interviews. Iām tired of not knowing what to say and Iām also tired of failing. The question that always trips me up is āwhy do you want to work for our company?ā
I have no fucking clue. How should I know? Iāve never worked for anything like this before. My seeking this job because I want to see if itās a fit for me; if I can do it, not because I know exactly what Iām doing. This type of job is new to me too idiot, itās why itās entry level.
Iām sick of feeling fake and always having to lie to even get someone to like me. Iām too tired for this bullshit, Iām looking for a job not to marry into your family. Why do you care why I choose this? Shouldnāt my degree in this field tell you why Iām here?!
All this to say is interviews suck, I no doubt failed this one too, and nothing I do is working.
If thereās one thing, Poppy playtime taught me is that thereās always a backup. Heck thereās one thing working with computers just taught me. Thereās always a back up.
Summary: Cal likes to plan for their next heist on luxury ships. Bode just likes to listen to his pirate boyfriend talk.
POV: Third Person Omniscient
āSo if we keep following the farthest star-ā Calās voice cut off looking up as the door opened. A smile settled its way onto his face at the familiar sight of his partner.
Bode walked in having already put Kata to bed. Cal smiled at him as he āTook longer than usual. Was she stubborn?ā He asked him in a teasing voice. Setting down the navigation tool, and going to sit beside the other, who had heavily flopped down onto the sofa.
āVery. Insisted on three chapters and a song. I swear someone on this crew is sneaking her candy.ā Bode makes a face as Cal chuckles with a shrug. He wouldnāt admit that it might have been him this time. Hard to say no to those big puppy eyes.
Leaning his head on Calās, Bode glances at the table. āCharting our next course?ā He asked, his curiosity shining even through the exhaustion.
āOur next heist yes. Trade ships think theyāre safe on the known routes. But I think Iāve found a kink in their defenses. Big rewards.ā Cal smirked a bit enjoying the warmth from his partner.
How many years has it been now? At least 5 he thinks. Since his split off from Cere, Greez, and Merrinā¦ Cal found himself enjoying life in a different sense. One he hadnāt expected of himself, what started as a way to get back at the Emprie, turned into a hunt for easy things to sell.
Soon, Cal gained a name for himself as a pirate of all things. Perhaps he did like shiny objects a bit too much. Which is what lead ISB on his tail, and Bode to his side. The rest came easily once there was a promise to get Kata to safety, a haul of a life time, and a chance to burn down an imperial base.
Since then, itās been them and this rag tag group of misfits they all saved from the empire. But ultimately Cal was loyal only to his partner in crime. Bodeās own paranoia worming its way into Calās desire to keep those he cares about safe.
āSo, how goes the planning?ā Bode asked now from where he was now messing with Calās hands. Cal smiled brighter as he began to speak of plans, ways to board, to scare people into giving up valuables, and how to get it all safely back to their hoard.
And Bode for his part was justā¦ faintly listening. Most of his attention was on Calās hands and arms. Gloved fingers tracing down from the calloused palms to the wrist. And with it the start of a map of nothing but constellations and star charts. Tattoos Cal has gotten slowly over the years. Twirling around his old scrapper tattoo, now an elegant piece of ways to chart through hyperlanes, following stars, and words that held supposed power.
He likes doing this, tracing his fingers over the surface of ink and skin. And Cal never moved away during these moments. Indicating that he liked it too, rambling away about ideas and strategies, while feeling fingers send goosebumps up his arms.
Cal already knew that Bode wasnāt paying attention. Just but he faint hum to rhetorical questions he posed. Instead it was all held on how the way his tattoos moved over his skin. He kept talking now, less about the plans for the luxury ship, and Calās own projects he and BD was working on. But he enjoyed the sensation, the way Bode traces over his skin. Sending pleasant shivers through the force and body.
āIām thinking about getting more on my right arm. Adding the stars of the south system.ā Cal said getting a hum as Bodeās hands moved down to lace their fingers together.
āI do like it when you let me do this.ā Bode hummed āand itās much more for me to follow up to the soft frecklesā
Lips moved up to Calās shoulder and neck crease. Cal shuddered at the feeling, soft, ghosting over the sensitive spot. The other hand moved up from the small of his back to his mid back. Breathing out slowly, Calās green eyes looked over at deep brown ones.
āIāve got time.ā Cal told him, his fingers flexing around Bodeās own. āWe arenāt set to course until the end of the week.ā He almost whispered these words out in a breathy way. Catching the scent of mint in his breath, Bode leaned closer, foreheads touching each other.
āPerhaps after you can show me the stars you seek for your mapā¦?ā Bode breaths out himself. Catching the ghost of a smile over his own lips as Cal leans closer.
The free hand moving up Bodeās own back and snaking the arm around his neck. āAbsolutely.ā He promised to him, the roguish grin and teasing lit to his tone. āProvided you let me after tonight.ā
Now thatā¦ Bode was going to have to think onā¦ while also moving his hand out of the grip of fingers to loop around Calās waist and jeans.
Summary: Cal opens up a bit about his abilities to Bode. And maybe hints to sometimes knowing things he really shouldnāt.
POV: Third Limited
āWhat is it like?ā Bode asked after a drink of a particularly bitter beer. It tastes not particularly palatable, yet the remnates of something akin to shoe polish on his tongue reminds him of where he is. Pyloons. A far side of the a galaxy, away from a more refined palette, beer that wasnāt as bitter that those in uniform enjoyed between shifts.
His eyes watched the shift of the partner across from him. The question bringing to attention the little details Bodeās noticed over the short time heās known Cal Kestis. The Jedi was both trusting and not at all. Closed off points that didnāt open so easily. This question was one of them. One that tight lipped Cal Kestis with a furrowed brow and a scrunched up nose.
Rare, the ability to see the past was, even Jedi didnāt have many who could do it. And itās what made Cal hard to pin down by others who trailed him. A careless step, and itās like the Jedi knew something was off. The claims that Cal didnāt do so to people he considered friends was a boon and a point of wariness for Bode. He was careful, he made sure of it. After all, when your opponent had the ability to track you as much as you tracked him, it made keeping a level head all the better. Itās where Bode felt he succeeded where others failed. But itās also where body found himself looking at the teeth of something he didnāt fully understand. And, try as he might to understand it, Cal continues to be like smoke about the topic.
āHard to describe in words to a none force sensitives.ā Cal said casually, this smile on his face. Deflection, usually works on people, who didnāt understand the force in ways others did. Or who didnāt want to get into a philosophical debate with a Jedi. It was a smile that tried to fend off the wary or skeptical, both of which Bode was not. He knew it was a way for Cal to say āI donāt think youād know what Iām sayingā or ādo you really want me to pick your brain?ā.
Bose grinned casual now too āEnlighten me then Kestis.ā He teases lightly, gently poking at the edges of the armor and walls.
Another pause, as Cal seemed thoughtful for a moment. āWell.ā A start, taking it slow. āIt depends on the object. Or the place. An echo is a point in the force where emotion gathered. It can be anything. But, Iāve found desperation, anger, frustration, and fear to be the strongest ones. They are the clearest, they areā¦ hmmm, brighterā¦? in my head, allowing me to see in their shoes.ā
He hummed looking at his own drink in the metal tank. Bode watched Cal, āYou talk like they arenāt all like that.ā
A shrug, the rustle of the poncho in the low murmur of the cantina. āIt isnāt. Sometimes itās a powerful feeling over me, giving me insight into that persons mindset. Thoughts that arenāt my own, like still images you see in a Holopicture, capturing the time and place. Yet the edges are blurry, the people move in jagged ways. The words enter, yet the stillness remains uncanny.ā
Frowning, Cal took a drink of his own cup. āOther times, itās really like echoes. A scream, rocks falling, people crying or laughing. I donāt see anything, but I hear them in the space around me. If itās particularly old, I canāt even make out their words. Like whispers that barely make sense. Maybe if I just listened hard enough, Iād make them out.ā A hum ābut thatās normal, thatās everyday.ā
That sentence caught Bodeās attention. Normal? Everyday? āThought it only happened when you touch an object?ā He tilted his head, curious and confused. His brown eyes met the green ones of Calās, and for a moment Bode swore they looked deeper than usual. Akin to when the masterās at the temple were remembering something.
āLike I said, the force is strange, itās all around you Jetpack.ā Cal deflected again, he shifted slightly, his tell tell sign he was uncomfortable to talk about it.
Bode knew he was losing the thread, he pivoted. āSounds like something that gives you trouble.ā He commented to Cal taking a drink of his own. The harsh bitterness back on his tongue. He averted his gaze, licking his lower lip to catch a stray drop.
A small laugh, the edges felt jagged. Cal smiled, eyes closed, āyou have no idea.ā He slides his hand along the wood grain, the sound of skin against it was soft. Bode saw for a moment Cal seemingly savoring the touch, until they brushed too close to his own hand. A pause, then the fingers moved along the spiral grain again. āItās nice to touch things again.ā
Bode did remember of another like Cal, one who did work that he did back then. The gloves to dampen the force. The sentence had more meaning that he, the casual mercenary, was meant to know.
āBut suppose it canāt be helped. Living like me.ā Cal joked again his hand sliding back to his side. āIāll just deal with it as it comes to me as always. Even if I donāt like it.ā
Thatā¦ meant something. Bode just cocked his head to the side. He ran the words in his head over and over again. Could mean Calās life on the run, with bounties on his head. Could mean the force echoes and how in some places they werenāt as great as others. But his mind lingered back on the āwhispersā Cal spoke of. Deep down, something in his gut shifted. Itās like he knew but didnāt.
āThe Force really is strange, Scrapper.ā Bode commented as he finished his bitter beer. Cal let out another laugh taking a sip of his own.
āYou could say that again.ā Cal grinned at him, though it was a friendly smile.. Bode always felt there was more to it than a smile. Jedi, he knew theyād hide a lot, he used to hide a lot too. But the smile of the masters, they were always edging onto something more.
Sometimes secrets remained that. Not even the Empire found them out. As much as it frustrates them. And to some extent it frustrates Bode too. The not knowing was always annoying for someone of his position. He was suppose to find out. He was trained to find out.
Cal both told him everything and nothing at all. Whether the Rouge Knight knew what he was doing or not. Perhaps it was because not even Cal knew everythingā¦? Bode held back a sigh as Cal started to now talk to BD about repairs and cleaning him up. His eyes adverted to the bar, watching the people coming and going. Knowing their conversations, knowing their lives so well, knowing who was close to Cal and who wasnāt.
For a moment his gaze turns back to Cal, and the not knowing feeling settled again. An itch on his gums almost, to bite a response from those pale lips. And a sinking feeling in his chest that he come to know as one thingā¦ Exposure.
Bode just got up saying he was going to get food, asking if Cal wanted anything, and heading to Greez. To chat, to know again, and get some good food over whatever they gave in pale, emotionless, white wallsā¦ and maybe he could shake that feeling from his body.
No one knows. No one should know. No one can know. Bode is safe. Yet still he felt it, the eyes all around, andā¦ it left him clawing for more answers in the smoke that was Cal Kestis.
I know that people often characterize Obi-Wan as a Stewjoni name which is great!
It's just that, personally, I've more inclined to think it is as a name given to him by the Jedi. I just don't think that it's a coincidence that two of the most prominent Jedi whom we see are named 'Qui-Gon Jinn' and 'Obi-Wan Kenobi'.
These are two characters who've had somewhat murky beginnings within both canon and legends. I think it's very notable that Obi-Wan was only given a home planet in 2010 (over 33 years later from when he was first introduced) and Qui-Gon was only given the home world of Coruscant in 2022!
There are very few main other characters like this. Luke Skywalker is from Tatooine, Leia Organa is from Aldeeran, and Han Solo is from Corellia. (This was established in 1976 in the novelization of a New Hope!)
Anakin Skywalker is from Tatooine, Padme Amidala is from Naboo. Both of these places featured predominantly in The Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones.
Why? Because to understand Anakin Skywalker and to understand Padme Amidala, you have to understand where they came from.
You do not need to visit Stewjon to understand Obi-Wan Kenobi. You just need to see the Jedi Temple and meet other Jedi. You do not need to all of Corcuscant to understand Qui-Gon Jinn. You just need to see the Jedi Temple and meet other Jedi.
Culturally, they are Jedi. They are Jedi at the beginning, the middle, and the end of their lives. What if that were the origins of their names? What if Obi-Wan Kenobi means 'Child of the Light' or 'Beloved'? What if Qui-Gon Jinn means 'Protector' or 'Balanced'?
I just think that it would be neat to see it more.
The Tower is the card of changes. Where Death is the calmer change of the two that happens gradually. The Tower is sudden and great. Often raw change that shakes your very foundations.
Most think the Tower is a bad omen. Not usually no. The Tower is here as your guide. He tells you that change will happen, no matter what you do.
But he asks you, will you embrace it? If Cal walks into your life, he is warning you change is on the way. His omen is to prepare, embrace it, and learn from it. Let the walls you made fall, and rebuild again.
Ignoring his presences is never wise. For when the change comes, you will be woefully unprepared. And the Tower you build falls around you, maybe even crushing you under its weight.
In a way this fits Calās life. Where he goes he brings change. Itās not his fault if you donāt listen to his words or heed his advice. He was the warning you needed, you choose to remain ignorant.
