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[lexinoctura]

Giant Ball of Wool

So, uhm… I did a thing… Involving Ben, Rey and somehow this weirdo    :D  

Giant Ball of Wool

Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Modern AU, crack-fic, Shapeshifting, llama, based on not reading properly, Oneshot, Complete

Rey goes out for her usual run, when she sees something moving in the shades of the woods. Not knowing what it is, she runs on, until that thing has her cornered, and then…

[feathersforclones]

The Force, like every Jedi, Sith and Shaman or quack doctor will tell you, connects everything in the Universe. And I really mean, everything. Every cell, every speck of dirt, every drop of water, from the small worms in the mud to the most spectacular and colorful avian dancing through the skies. The Force is everywhere, connects all and comes and goes in mysterious ways. You cannot predict the Force, many force-users have tried and are still trying to predict it, to corral it to their whims and make it obey.

If you watch a force-user use the Force, it may seem like they are succeeding. But it is not like that. The Force may not be a tool to be used like a toy, bending to every whim you have, but it is a companion always walking beside you. Its your truest friend, your most intimate lover, the loudest voice rumbling in your gut. It guides you; it leads you; it gives you help when you ask. The Force cherishes you in its own way, its there for you in every second of the day and night. So why is there Sith and Jedi, who can fling around the Force like its nobodies’ business? There are only theories on this one, at least on my part. I cannot give you a definitive answer to that. But maybe its just like its with other things as well? There are people, who are incredible gifted in some subjects, like a genius in math, a surefooted climber, a daring adrenaline junky excelling at stunts or even someone who remembers every book they ever read. So why not having people who are better to listen to the Force then others? When we have Empaths who can literal feel what you are feeling, why not have people and beings being able to feel beyond that? To listen beyond sound? To let them be guided by something that no one really understands? The Force is not good or bad, it just is. It is the way the Force is used, which gives it those attributes. But back to the beginning of all of this. The Force is everywhere, in some places more and in some places its so miniscule you cannot feel it, but its still there. Some things, like crystals and stones and water can channel the Force itself or store it in some kind, giving those places more significance. And strange things happen when there is a cluster of Force in one place for a long time. Like crystals growing that are attuned to channel the Force from users to make the ultimate bread knife with integrated heating and roasting function. Places seem more alive, animals gain more intelligence, the Force does more shenanigans, more people (in the average) can access the Force and ask of it to help them. Or, it can be condensed, like a whole bucket full of Force-juice can be added into a being and that being burps this whole bucket full of the juice back up in any way possible. Ever thought about the stories of dragons? Feed a salamander a bucket full of Force-juice and see what happens! Add that to a human and they may give birth to a specific ability never to be seen until then, or give birth to a being, a child, so immersed in the Force and with such a good connection, that it seems close to impossible. Like having access to Wi-Fi miles under the crust of Earth!

 You are all wondering by now where I am going with this all, aren’t you? Well, remember when I started with how the Force is connecting everything and everyone in the galaxy? How about thinking about that and imagining that the Force is not only present in one timeline or can interact with only the beings and strands of time in one dimension, for a lack of better word and terms.

I can imagine some of you know where this is going.

Yep, to me.

I cannot remember where I came from or where it all went wrong or right. I just know that the feeling of floating in blackness with dots of light streaking by and the occasional saying “hi” to another blob of being was all that I knew. Maybe the Force rewound time and pulled some strings, or maybe it just wanted to be funny as heck, but yeah. The Force connects not only the living beings and things happening in the physical realm, but it has also access to the long-gone spirits and ghosts and there are even imprints of what-would-have-been and what-is-long-gone. The feeling of floating and just being, being a thing without need of thoughts and feelings or a single sense of self cut off abruptly. It was like someone grabbed the essence that was me, or more like going to be me, pressed it into a ball, juggled me around and splotched me against an imaginary wall for a few times, before I was finally jettisoned in some direction by a hook someone in my not quite there yet body. It was an uncomfortable feeling, and for a first feeling really not a good first impression,  but there was no way I had the mind or will to go against it.

I was prodded into being, a curious mind-like thing shaping my ways and putting me into place without a by-your-leave, leaving behind a tether to the aether, fishing some poor memories of me-now-other-realm and what-could-I-have-been-elsewhere and stuffing it into the small thing that was going to be me-here-now like a Christmas roast dinner.

And it didn’t end there, the tether didn’t snap after that, it just led elsewhere now, safely tucked into the folds of the universe and guarded by jealous and lonely imaginary hands. The Force created me, or this version of me and didn’t want to let go.

 To others, the Force is a guiding light, a beacon in life, a tool to be used, a friend that never leaves you and is always there for you.

For me, the Force was like a very clingy sibling of friend. For me, the Force was a karking asshole. And it was proud of it.