#eldritch jedi

[howdidthisevenhappenanyway]

fic where in the mid rim there are a lot of people who hear bedtime stories about people praying for a jedi to come help them and a jedi arriving in their time of need.

one of the trainers tells this story from their pre-mandalorian conversion planet, possibly when the cadets are sick and the trainer thinks they won’t remember.*

so then the cadets all decide to pray to a jedi to help—possibly to deal with priest and reau and the battle circles

…The thing is, the stories are sort of based on truth. Maybe there was some kind of beacon or something or maybe there were always jedi so tuned into the force that they managed to hear the pleas anyway

the only thing is there are few jedi old enough or powerful enough…or perhaps just on the right frequency in the force to hear some very desperate little children call for help

only two, in fact

(idea prompted by something @blackkatmagic said the other day 😈)

[backpackingspace]

Listen all jedi are eldritch being HOWEVER anakin is even more eldritch to the point where other jedi are like what the fuck is this

[somestorythoughts]

Back on my Eldritch Jedi Bullshit

Thinking about eldritch Jedi/Force-Users but not all Jedi. And on the one hand, Anakin being born of the Force and being unbelievably eldritch is good and I like it but on the other hand, Anakin being very powerful but not Eldritch unlike some other Jedi is very funny. See here for a very good version of that.

So some of the Jedi are eldritch. There are faces in their shadows, true faces that aren't silhouettes. There are sunrises and storms and flowers in their eyes. There are more teeth in their mouths than there should be, longer tongues, Power in their voices thrumming along the beats of your heart. There are thorns sprouting from their collarbones, leaves from the gaps in their exoskeletons, ferns from between their feathers. There is sunlight, fire, plasma burning and glowing in their veins, light that can darken into poison, poison that can be purified into sunlight once again. Because Falling doesn't mean you stop burning.

It's tucked away, out of sight. Restrained, much like their emotions. Because when your power reacts to your emotions and you can crush tanks with your mind, it's not physically hard to crush people. They're so much more fragile. The Jedi don't preach self-control for shits and giggles. Sometimes, great power comes with the responsibility not to use it.

And being eldritch it isn't about how powerful you are, though there's some correlation. It's about the way the Force interacts with you. It's the difference between being a channel for the Force and being the Force made flesh.

It's also not something you talk about much in the Temple. It's not exactly a secret, but it's not really the subject of gossip and to people who don't share those traits, it tends to be described as "improving control of one's emotions/relation to the Force." It's personal. Like recognizes like, and padawans with that type of connection tend to get Master's with the same connection. That relationship to the Force makes it easier to lash out, and that's not good for anyone.

It doesn't help that some planets are already leery of regular Jedi. they Really Don't Like the eldritch ones. So over time, this connection became something that was touched on in The Force 101 classes and then not discussed much outside of it by people who DON'T have that connection. Qui-Gon didn't have it, neither did Dooku. Obi-wan doesn't have it, though he knows of it. Anakin Skywalker, as powerful as he is, didn't have it.

Ahsoka Tano does.

Like recognizes like, and most eldritch Force Users know another when they see them. The Jedi make a point, not only of assigning those padawans to similar masters but of taking in those younglings even if they're a bit older than usual. But sometimes, someone just get missed. Sometimes no one sees a youngling's extra teeth, sometimes there aren't any eldritch Jedi in the creche when nightmares scrape the walls, sometimes that connection to the Force is just quiet. Sometimes, that connection to the Force isn't noticed before a Padawan is assigned a Master. Had he known, Yoda would never have assigned Ahsoka to Anakin.

This isn't a slight against Anakin, to be clear. There's advantages to making sure that padawans have masters who know how to help them with their brand of weird Force shenanigans, or at the very least, are regularly meeting with Masters that can help. In normal times, Ahsoka's eldritchness would probably have been noticed within a couple years (if you don't know how to restrain it, it will eventually start showing more) and then she and Anakin would have been introduced to some Eldritch Jedi who would assist with the training. But this isn't normal times. So none of the Jedi notice.

Plo or Obi-Wan could have. Plo's eldritch, and he cares about Ahsoka, but so much of their communication over the war was done over comms. Obi-Wan, having grown up with Quinlan Vos, thinks he knows what eldritch Force Sensitivity looks like and to be fair, if he wasn't distracted by the war he probably would have noticed. But war is Extremely Distracting and Ahsoka's connection is quieter than Quinlan's. He, and Plo, are distracted, and so so tired. So they miss the changing teeth, the periodic gleam in her shadow, the marching beat under her words when on the battlefield that beats in sync with the troopers' boots. And Anakin? He means well and he's trying, but he doesn't know that this is a thing to look for and he can be a bit oblivious.

You know who does notice? The clones. In particular, Kix.

Most all the clones are hypervigilant, thank you Kamino trauma. So they pay A Lot of attention to anything that registers as potentially threatening, even subconsiously. Ahsoka's a kid and they grow to trust her quickly, but there was a time when she was a new inexperienced commanding officer. And after that they were helping to teach her and look out for Threats to the Little Sister, so they were very observant where Ahsoka was concerned.

They don't know enough about Torgurta or Jedi to know what's normal for one, but they do notice the things that don't stay constant. The way her shadow changes, the way her teeth and hands sometimes change shape. Things that are rare in sentients.

Things Ahsoka has started to notice, and worry about.

Kix meanwhile, is a medic who just got an adolescent Togruta put under his care and he has no idea how to take care of her. The Kaminoans weren't told that the medics would be responsible for the jedi (one of those little details that was never clarified and caused confusion in the beginning) so they trained the medics to take care of the other clones and gave them access to some basic medical info for other species for emergency measures. So almost all of Kix's medical knowledge is specifically How to Treat Injuries and Illnesses in Male Humans; Children to Young Adults. Sure, there's overlap, but not enough.

(Yes, the medics do have a private chat where they trade tips and resources and vent about their respective dumbasses. It's a multipurpose chat.)

So he does a lot of research to make sure he can treat Ahsoka properly when she's inevitably injured. He notices things that Do Not Line Up and with Ahsoka's permission reaches out to the Jedi healers.

Now, if eyes might start hovering around your patients when you're doing surgery, that's valuable information to know. So all of the healers know about the eldritchness. They're able to tell Kix and Ahsoka what's going on.

And where it goes from there? I can't say. I can tell you one thing for sure, Mortis undoubtedly makes it WORSE.

[wonderlandsakura]

Hi guys look at this post

Ok now eldritch!Danny is either this man's child (adopted) or an alternate universe version of him.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk

[broitsf-ckingfreezing]

WIP - Vote For Tropes! (Pt 1: Qui-Gon)

Qui-Gon Jinn Lives

Force Ghost Qui-Gon Jinn

Other (tell me!)

Voting ended onSep 22, 2023

So my We Need to Talk About The Jedi Eldritch Jedi fic is being written, but there are so many things I want to do! I need help deciding!

I want to start with ya boi Qui, since I love him as a character and as a Jedi (Qui-Gon Bashers can fuck right off my blog, thanks), and this will determine his role as a central presence!

[missypup]

Day Five: First Meeting

Another ficlet for the books! For this one I chose to do the prompt first meeting and added a bit of a twist. Completely pre-relationship and a take on Eldritch Jedi!

Rumors fly around the GAR faster than blaster bolts on the battlefield.

But Cody hadn't believed the rumors that the Jedi transformed into otherworldly creatures. Not until he met his Jedi.

Read Phosphenes Here!

[adreamfromnevermore]

Shmi Skywalker lies. Though not about what people think, and never in the way they assume. She is not one of the beings the force creates, is not one of it’s children firmly in the light or fallen. Shmi Skywalker can hear the whispers of the Force and so she follows them, slowly through the desert to the caves it sings within and through them to a cavern that glitters, sunlight streaming through small pin prick holes scattered through the ceiling. 

In her ears the force is singing, quiet and barely audible to any that aren’t hers in spirit and blood. Shmi hears it, as a hum on the edge of her senses and Shmi hears it as a siren song calling to her heart, pulling and guiding and begging. 

It offers her a gift and when she enters the cavern she finds a child. A giggling boy with too many eyes and sharp teeth. A giggling boy who reaches for her, whose eyes reflect the stars only to slowly shift into the brown of her own and then the blue of the skies high above them. 

When she lifts him into her arms the Force sings, louder, sharper and the boy hums with it. His eyes wide and watchful, his smile bright and burning. 

She names him Anakin, she raises him as her own. 

Shmi lies, she claims Anakin as her flesh, she claims him as hers alone. She never claims that he is human.

They assume she is simply another slave to suffer, they do not see the way the boys eyes sparkle, they do not notice when those who would hurt them go missing. When white bones are found in the dunes, and massive beasts are found dead and stripped to the bone.

Shmi lies, but the force is always humming in her ears and she knows she is not one of it’s children but that does not mean it does not love her in turn.

It whispers to her, stories of its children that wander the galaxy and Shmi listens as she strokes Ani's hair. Listens as it tells her of hunters and warriors. When it tells her about gentle hands and bleeding warmth burning into the force as she sings to them and their lives sing back.

[stormwarnings]

“What were the Jedi like?” Jaxen asks. He’s wary, always, of those who have power, no matter what they do with it.

Bruiser wants to reach out and touch the scar on Jaxen’s neck, that angry red slash against pale skin, the delicate stitches pulling it shut – but they don’t. They say, “Good.”

“Nobody’s just good,” Jaxen says.

Bruiser leans back, clasping hands together. Their tattoos, the bones outlined on their hands, each phalange and metacarpal, are nothing compared to the snakes that coil around the entirety of Jaxen’s body. They say, “The Jedi were.”

Jaxen scoffs and leans back, smoke trailing into the sky.

“Those things will kill you,” Bruiser says.

“Oh, there’s a lot of other things that’ll kill me before this. Tell me about your Jedi.”

Bruiser thinks about the Temple before its destruction, about Quinlan Vos and Commander Fox, about Faye Luvex and Kyrian Dentuullucha and Ahsoka Tano, about the luminescent stripes that paint their faces and that look in their eyes as they do impossible things. They say, “You’ve been down in the Abyss, right?”

Jaxen nods.

“When you’re down there on the edges of the ancient reservoirs, the ones that are the remnants of millennia-old buildings, and there’s cultures of bacteria down there that probably don’t exist anywhere else and the water is too deep and dark for anyone to really know how deep it actually is because it destroys anyone who tries, and you can feel it, that there’s one of those huge monsters swimming underneath – one of the big fish, one of the ones that’s older than most of the government probably, that could swallow you whole and not even notice it. And you get the sense that you’re standing on…you’re standing on the edge of history, or something. Like you’re standing there – you’re standing there, and, well, it might be different for us clones, but it’s terrifying. It’s like you’re alone, more alone than anyone in the world, but also like you’ll never be lonely again, not in the face of something so immense. But the Jedi just stare into it – you can see it in their eyes, what it is to them. There’s light that shines from them, and they revel in it, the reflection on the water and the Force and on – on the vastness of time. It wasn’t so vast to them, I don’t think. Isn’t so vast.”

Jaxen is watching them, the corner of his mouth quirking up.

Bruiser clears their throat. “The Jedi were beautiful. They were something beautiful in a world that was trying to kill everything lovely.”

Jaxen doesn’t say anything.

Bruiser glances down at their hands, picking at the edges of their nails, painted purple to match their hair by one of the street kids. They say, “Sorry. I’m not so good at talking.”

Jaxen shrugs. Then, “You were the one who did my stitches, right?”

Bruiser looks down. “Yeah.”

“Yes,” Jaxen agrees, and smiles, full of teeth like he doesn’t know how to do it without the threat of a snarl. “Things are beautiful because they’re terrifying.”