reading kylux in the year of our lord 2026 because there's simply no substitute for these two angry awkward losers who barely know what sex is, actively trying to kill each other while they're fucking but failing miserably every time because they are bad at both fucking and trying to kill each other. every fic starts with ren approaching hux saying some shit like "supreme leader snoke has ordered that we have sex, frequently, he says it's vital to the success of the first order" and hux is like "you are an idiot, a scumbag, and a pervert, and I know you are completely making this up, but okay" I cannot believe there's a billion words of this and it is completely free
I dunno if this post will reach the Star Wars fandom but I hope it does because I'm sure you all will get a good laugh at me.
As of recent I have developed a good hiperfixation for Star Wars, the thing is I knew nothing. NOTHING about Star Wars besides the fact it had aliens and...a war...in space? And funny swords. And main character is Luke or something, I spent over 20 years ignoring anything about Star Wars and somehow missing most references out there.
And recently, literally less than a month ago I saw a gif and said to my partner "oh this guy this guy looks cool, this gif looks nice" and he said "Oh well, he's a good character."
And it all developed into me watching Clone Wars, the animated series you know and...and I was kinda blown away, on my opinion the show IS GREAT. And I love every character and their interactions, I love how much they focus on side characters, and they all seem very well written. I got hiperfixated really fast and saw Anakin and I was like "Omg, babygirl. He's a blorbo now."
And because of the show, this was super unexpected, but somehow I also got, really got, into the ship with Padmé because omg, cool woman. Literal happy squeaky noises of someone who was in a bad state and needed some good ol' distraction and comfort.
Now, like I said I knew nothing about Star Wars as a whole. And I still haven't watched the movies, besides the ocassional gif?
So imagine my shock, my surprise, my...bewilderment when I realized.
"Wait a minute, LUKE IS ANAKIN'S SON?! HOLY-"
Ladies, gentleman, and others, I think I came very late to this party and I don't even know how it took me so long.
Not only that, but because of this sudden love for the series, I went to my friends circle like "BESTIE, GUESS WHAT, I HAVE A NEW BLROBO AND A NEW FAV SHIP AND EEEP"
And my friends are like "omg that's amazing, what is it?"
I tell them, and of course they all know these characters and they all react like they know this very bad secret fact and I got told several times already "Please, don't watch the episodes 2 and 3 alone, it will hurt."
I feel like blissfully walking among rainbows and blue skies while everyone else know that my future is doomed. Somehow.
(Uncomfortable silence)
Not only that, but then I spent a whole deal of time thinking "Where the heck I have seen these guys" cus there was some fmailiarity I couldn't just point out and then one day I woke up, brushed my teeth and of all sudden I realized and it was such a shock.
Do you know how SURREAL is to get very into a character, and into a ship, and then realize they're the same from that super widespread meme that has been around for who knows how much time?
I swear I thought that meme was from some old medieval fantasy movies or something.
But alas, Star Wars now is EVERYWHERE. People do references to Star Wars ALL THE TIME and it's just now I'm catching them.
I got spoilers. From a meme. In a youtube review that had nothing to do with Star Wars hah. Everything is a spoiler, the world is an apparent spoiler. Now I'm here, trying to avoid spoilers from something everyone seems to know, even my family knows. It's so surreal and I wouldn't have it any other way 😂
Anyways, if you read until here, know that a wild ride still waits me, cuz I'm only starting Season 3 of Clone Wars and I don't plan to watch the movies until I finish the series.
And yes, I made this blog just to ramble freely about SW and draw stuff because it sparked my inspiration after a long art block.
Have this doodle I drew after watching the two first episodes, my offering for you reaching this far.
Note: Wouldn't Anakin and Padmé's ship name be Animé? Cuz that's hilarious.
Star Wars Legends: Poll of the Week - 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover
Which of these is your favorite creative way a Star Wars Legends author got rid of a love interest for one of the characters?
Luke Skywalker had to let Callista Ming die to free her spirit (which had previously also been in a ship’s computer and inhabiting his recently-deceased Jedi Academy student’s body) from the dark sider Abeloth (Fate of the Jedi: Conviction)
Qwi Xux broke up with Wedge Antilles at the dinner where he was planning to break up with her, which may not seem that creative on its face, but an amicable breakup where no one dies or turns evil is a bit rare in Star Wars (X-Wing: Starfighters of Adumar)
Wedge Antilles fell in love with widow Iella Wessiri, whose deceased husband Diric turned out to be not so deceased after all, and then said husband turned out to be a sleeper agent for the Empire (but don’t worry, Diric’s not in the way for long) (X-Wing: The Krytos Trap)
Mara Jade and Lando Calrissian’s affair was later retconned as being a cover for a mission they were doing together (Vision of the Future)
Corran Horn discovered he and Chertyl Ruluwoor, the Selonian with whom he had a one-night-stand, were incompatible when he developed an allergic reaction to her fur and she had a skin reaction to the acidity of his sweat (X-Wing: Wedge’s Gamble)
Which of these is your favorite creative way a Star Wars Legends author got rid of a love interest for one of the characters?
Luke Skywalker / Callista Ming (her spirit released to the Force)
Wedge Antilles / Iella Wessiri (dead husband not so dead)
Mara Jade / Lando Calrissian (retconned as an undercover mission)
Corran Horn / Chertyl Ruluwoor (literally allergic to each other)
Voting ended onMar 27, 2024
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It’s about time I drew something Kanera specific! There is context for this that me and my flatmate were waffling about but the gist of it boils down to “I think Kanan would really rock a dress.”
in fics where luke gets plopped into the prequels i want every jedi within ten metres of him to think hes the weirdest jedi theyve ever seen. he has negative lightsaber form. he doesnt know what a kata is. he handstands when he meditates. his solution to sith is to try and have a chat. hes a political radical who keeps suggesting revolution. you ask him what the jedi code is and he says "kindness and compassion and helping those in need :) ". you ask how he used the force like that and he says some shit about how you are a luminous being limited only by your mind. the councils authority is just a suggestion. he is somehow the new favourite of both qui gon and yoda
Now I'm imagining a situation like in Terry Pratchett's Night Watch where Luke admits to Mace Windu, "I came here from another time."
And Mace looks at Luke's completely unrefined lightsaber style, his profoundly philosophical insights about the Force, his disdain for authority, and his lack of knowledge of Jedi doctrine, and asks, "From how far back?"
Mace Windu panted, the Force fizzing through his veins, then focused his mind and will and brought everything about the fight together.
Inhaled, and felt all the tension and grief and loss, all the triumph and energy, that had fuelled the most intense fight of his life.
Exhaled, and let it go into the Force.
Any battle in Vapaad was a dance on the razor’s edge, and this had been far more of that than normal.
“Thank you,” he said, turning to the man in the office with him.
“My pleasure,” Luke replied, with a respectful nod, and Mace took the opportunity to study the young man.
Really, study him, for what felt like the first time.
Luke had turned up months ago, true enough, and he’d been… an oddity. A peculiarity. He had the skills that he could have asked for the position of Master and probably been given it without question, at least as far as proficiency went, but that had manifested in a casual, unconscious control of the Force such that it had acted at his bidding without any need to force it.
He’d certainly turned out to be able to demonstrate some things that he disparagingly called ‘little tricks’, either not knowing or not caring that they were beyond most Knights, and yet other things had amazed him.
It had been a puzzle just for that, and there’d been whispers that he was a member of one of the minor Orders – a Jedi from out on the Outer Rim, trained in a completely different tradition than the one from the Coruscant temple.
Then there had been his attitude. He’d wandered almost aimlessly around the Jedi Temple helping people out, in between looking things up in the library and marvelling at how much knowledge there was to be had, and when the topic of serving in the Grand Army of the Republic had come up he’d politely but firmly declined.
It had been like a breath of fresh spring air, a balm, reminding the Order as a whole of a time before the war that had consumed so many Jedi – young and old alike – and so nobody had pushed too hard.
A pacifist Jedi had fit into the idea of a member of an order from a completely different tradition, after all… and his complete lack of regard for any sort of authority had done much the same.
His philosophy had come up, of course, and what had interested Mace and Yoda – then and when they’d talked about this unusual Jedi afterwards – was that it was… simplified.
It had none of the intricacies and careful thought put into it of the modern Jedi code. It also lacked the restrictions, and indeed Luke had been quite surprised when he heard about the restrictions on attachments, but Luke’s philosophy was purified down to a simple, profound set of insights.
Mace had tried not to laugh the first time Luke had calmly, politely told him that humans weren’t made of flesh at all, but were luminous beings of spirit and that the crude matter was just a temporary fixture that could be ignored if you knew it was all more illusion than reality. It had sounded like nonsense.
And yet, the more Mace had thought about it, the more it had sounded… not true, but like it was something important. Something deep. Something at the heart of the Jedi Order’s teachings, in truth, just that that reality had been hidden under everything else.
It was just hard to recognize that from someone whose preferred form of meditation was to do a handstand, or who talked radical politics with Senator Organa with great delight, or who found endless amusement in something as simple as a shower.
So Mace had thought of Luke as… an odd person, but part of the great variations of the Force. And perhaps the kind of person the Jedi Order would need, once the war was over, to show them how to live in peace again.
Then had come the battle against the Chancellor. Chancellor Palpatine, the wily old politician, who had turned out to be a Sith Lord right at the cusp of a plan that must have been a thousand years in the making. Four Jedi Masters had come to his office to arrest him, and three of them had died in as many seconds, and alone Mace had been hard pressed.
Then Luke had come into the office, and he had fought like nothing Mace had ever seen before.
He didn’t use one of the traditional forms. He didn’t use anything so refined as a form at all, really. He just… moved his lightsaber to where his enemy was going to be, smooth as buttersilk, and he never did anything the same way twice.
“I have… questions,” Mace added, and Luke smiled in a self-deprecating sort of way.
“I’m not surprised,” the other Jedi said. “I know people have been wondering about me since I arrived…”
“You said you were from the Outer Rim,” Mace noted.
“And that’s true,” Luke agreed. “But… not complete.”
He spun his lightsaber around, and Mace’s eyes tracked it. It was definitely handmade, he’d known that for a while, but this was the first time he’d felt the crystals while they were energized. And they were… artificial, he thought.
Something else unusual.
“What I didn’t say is when I was born,” Luke added. “I travelled in time to be here, and that’s the truth.”
It was. Mace could feel that without trying. The fact that Luke had spoken truth, without question, hung in the air between them as a silent verification of what the mysterious Jedi had told him.
“That explains a few things,” Mace admitted. “So. From how far back?”
Luke stared at him for a moment, then burst out laughing.
Mace felt confused, and a little bit aggrieved.
“I’m sorry,” Luke said, after a moment. “But you got the direction the wrong way around. I’m from the future, not the past.”
“You are?” Mace replied, thinking.
It didn’t seem impossible, as he turned it over in his head.
“How far?” he asked.
“About thirty years,” Luke told him. “I actually came back to stop Palpatine… eventually.”
“This must be because of Kenobi’s student,” Mace decided. “I knew that Skywalker boy would lead to a complete upheaval of the Jedi ranks, one way or another.”
Luke inclined his head a little.
“Well,” he said. “Yes, and also no…”
Mace Windu panted, the Force fizzing through his veins, then focused his mind and will and brought everything about the fight together.
Inh
