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In Dangerous Galaxy, why does Ponds have a black eye? Or I’m assuming he had a black eye. Is it because his men had to keep him occupied to avoid doing anything too rash?I can’t help but think of Mace, not only is this power trip physical but I wonder if they’ve said something verbally to him too? Aahh. My poor Mace 😭 Is there any outward effects now that the Lightning squad knows and maybe past it off for something else?After the Vode burn down the Senate, there is a ton of healing and therapy to do…

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Settling his hip against the table, Cody let out a deep sigh as he waited on the General to answer his damn comm.

The meeting hadn’t really lead to much, just vague plans, names that they were going to get rid of, Fox suggesting they burn down the Chancellor office, Ponds complaining about the shiny that gave him the black eye during sparring, set up by his men to keep Ponds from killing everyone and so on and forth with the others.

Oh and Ponds crying into the table while Fox awkwardly patted the others back.

Honestly, he felt with the other.

Beside Obi-Wan, Mace Windu was the most popular pick.

Made sense with how stationary he was on Coruscant but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt Ponds less.

Cody had made an effort not to say anything about how Aayla Secura most likely would have topped the list too if it wasn’t for her habit of staying away from the core.

Maybe for the very reason the troopers were going to burn the Senate down. But yes, he wasn’t about to say that out loud, Bly was already a angry ball.

If he said that, Bly was going to go feral for sure.

Shaking himself, Cody frowned when only audio feed filtered in. “Skywalker here.” Came the absent answer, a quiet humming from someone else in the feed filtering in.

Cocking his head, Cody glanced at Rex, the other shrugging.

As far as they knew, the other should be in the Jedi temple…

All three of their Jedi should.

“Commander Cody here, sir, I was wondering if we could talk. Privately.” He tacked on quietly, listening as the humming cut of, his frown growing as he exchanged a thoroughly confused look with Rex.

The voice had sounded female but it certainly was not Commander Ahsoka, so who…

“Oh, um, I don’t kn-what?” Someone else spoke up, clearly female but the actual words weren’t caught, just like the humming had been faint. But someone else was speaking to Anakin. “Are you sure? I mean, you’re most likely right bu-oh, I guess. Okay, um, Commander, I’m in Senator Amidala’s office right now, so if you’re still interested, she’d like to talk with you too.” The Jedi stated a tad bemusedly.

Cody’s veins froze over with ice.

A Senator.

Senator Amidala.

A Senator their Jedi seemed fond of but that could be a fucked up relationship still, a ‘kind’ Senator that took advantage of the Jedi while seeming good.

His eyes shot up, finding the entire room staring at him or his comm, Wolffe looking like he was about to tear through the door any second and Ponds red rimmed eyes wide as he stared at Cody in horror.

“Commander?” Anakin’s puzzled voice echoed over the comm, over the roar of Cody’s blood and he cleared his throat, feeling like it was too dry.

“We’ll be there in ten minutes, I’m bringing Rex with me.” He said, trying to get over the buzzing in his ears.

So far, Amidala had been far down on the list, they had bigger fish to fry, those that requested Jedi every week, those that left visible marks or clearly was hooped up on some power fantasy or hurt the ones the troopers loved but…

This meeting would show where Amidala laid on the scale and if they needed to get rid of her.

She was a force for good, for peace in the Senate, just like Organa.

But Cody wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger if he found what he worried the most about ever since Anakin had come to him with panic in his eyes in a fancy ballroom.

Clipping his comm to his belt, Cody looked to Rex before both jammed their buckets on.

It was make or break down for Senator Amidala and Cody feared what he would find.

“If she’s touching him…” Rex voice trembles, cracking as it comes out through his vocoder but the force of it gains him everyone’s attention. “If she’s using him, I’m killing her. You can’t stop me. He can’t stop me. I’m killing her if she’s one of those demagolka.” He rasped out.

Cody simply rested his hand on Rex pauldron for a moment before moving, feeling everyone’s eyes on them as they made their way out.

He wouldn’t be stopping Rex if that turned out to be the case, no. If anything, he’d be holding the General back because he doubted Rex would be able to hold himself back if that was what they were about to walk in on.

What kind of aesthetics are you into latley? I’ve been into softer pastel like colors recently. And earthy colors.

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Oh man yeah, soft pastel or darker colors like dark purple (like my bedroom), things that are calm on the eyes basically. I can tell I’m getting older honestly and while I still like bright things, I can also tell my brain is getting tired faster with the colors, so soft pastels, baby blues, dark purples, reds and blacks, that kinda thing is more my thing.

My wardrobe is kinda that way too lol

It looks like Our Collar Your Neck is wrapping up. Did Tup and Obiwan have a chance to talk what happened? I’m sure it would be a bit traumatic on both ends for different reasons. Anything they are working through?

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Stroking Tup’s hair, Obi-Wan smiled softly as the trooper continued
to sob into his lap like a babe in a mother’s embrace.

When
Cody had said that Tup wanted to see him, Obi-Wan was ashamed to
admit that his first reaction had been to hold his own neck.

The
move had saddened Cody, caused him to pamper the Jedi and coddle him the entire day.

It
saddened Obi-Wan too, he didn’t want to have trauma attached to
him, the troopers weren’t the cause of what had happened, only the
tools the Sith had tried to use against the Jedi.

But he
still had traumas attached to the incident with Tup, as his reaction
clearly indicated.

And
Tup…

He had
caught Boil and Waxer whispering to each other about how the trooper
was apparently walking around like a beaten dog.

Obviously
the fact that he had choked Obi-Wan was hitting the trooper hard.

Obi-Wan
didn’t want to know what would have happened had Tup actually
managed to kill him, it seemed like the physiological impact would
have been even more severe.

So,
after taking a few days to meditate, to calm down and ready himself,
Obi-Wan requested Cody to bring Tup to the temple.

It
wasn’t like the Jedi were doing much in this moment anyhow.

The
war had gone into an odd sort of standstill with radio silence from
Dooku for some reason, everyone was waiting with baited breath for the next move.

All
the CIS worlds were complaining, according to the radio chatter GAR
was picking up but they weren’t moving forward.

It was
very odd, this silence didn’t make sense.

And
the council had their suspicion but they could not prove anything.

Palpatine
was dead and cremated, they could not check their theory and
considering it all, it was best to let dead dogs lay.

If
they went around blaming the now deceased and actually liked
Chancellor of being the mastermind…

Well
it would not end well for the Jedi, that’s for sure.

So
yes, let sleeping dogs lay as they kept an eye on the CIS and the
war, keeping guard in case the war picked up once more once Dooku
summoned himself and decided what to do, be it letting loose Grievous
or doing something else.

Uncertainty
was in the air, the Senate still had not managed to vote a new
chancellor in and the Jedi and clones were just doing their duty as
best they could with things having gone into standstill.

So for
a long haired redheaded Jedi, there really wasn’t much to do but
recover from the Force coma the council had been in.

And
this was part of his recovery.

Tup
wailing into his leggings like a child as he clung to Obi-Wan’s
calves, his hands buried in Tup’s hair, the topknot undone to allow
Obi-Wan to work the others scalp and sooth him. “You’re alright
Tup, I promise, you’re alright. I don’t blame you. You’re
alright.” He crooned softly, biting his lip at the harsh sob that
escaped Tup at that.

Reaching
out, Obi-Wan dragged the trooper up, armor and all, until he had the
man in his lap, hugging him as tightly as he could while pressing
Tup’s face to his neck, the man tense before collapsing into
Obi-Wan’s body. “Tup, sweet Tup. I promise, it’s alright.” He
whispered, working to get the others armor off so he could hug him.

The
armor was great for protection most of the time but right now it was
simply a barrier that kept Obi-Wan from properly soothing Tup.

His
hands dug into Obi-Wan’s shoulders as he hugged the Jedi in return,
Tup’s blunt nails digging into the flesh in a slightly painful way
but Obi-Wan didn’t care.

He’d
offer the other a blowjob, since he was still recovering and wasn’t
quite ready for sex, but he didn’t think that would help Tup at all
and might honestly trigger a panic attack in the other.

Considering
Tup had lost control thanks to the chip in his mind the last time,
Obi-Wan understood.

Instead
he held Tup tightly, setting the armor aside on the couch until the
upper part was gone and he could properly cling to Tup, rub his back
and press kisses to his temple.

Tup
shook heavily, still sobbing like a child and wetting Obi-Wan’s
tunic with snot and tears. He didn’t care at all, tunics could be
washed, Tup’s comfort was paramount in this moment to Obi-Wan.

Slowly
he ran his hands over the others back and waist, reaching up to cup
the others head once more to press him into his neck. “Tup, I’m
here. I’m not leaving. You didn’t harm me that badly. My collar
is back on. See? It’s there, my neck healed.” He whispered
softly.

Tup
shifted a bit, enough to most likely see the collar before pressing
several kisses to it, his hands easing up on the pressure. “Y-you
are?” He hiccuped out, pressing another kiss to the white and
orange collar.

“I
am, Cody has been pampering me too,” Obi-Wan whispered, tracing
Tup’s spine. “I’m okay. I’ve healed Tup. It’s alright.
You’re alright. I have you Tup.” He stated softly, feeling more
than anything as Tup seemed to ease up, his body less tense.

Warm
and comfortable in Obi-Wan’s arms as he needfully continued to
press affectionate kisses to the Jedi’s pale throat. “Our Jedi,
our lovely, beautiful, wonderfully alive Jedi.” Tup rasped out, his
voice thick from the tears even as he continued pressing kisses
between each word before stilling, his hands shifting to cup the back
of Obi-Wan’s head, treading through the long hair laying loose down
the back of the couch.

“It’s
alright Tup. We’re still alive, we are still alive.” Obi-Wan
murmured, smiling as Tup pressed his lips to Obi-Wan’s pulse point,
feeling the beat of his heart as his hands slid to the front of the
Jedi’s chest.

Feeling
the beat of his heart.

This isn’t a prompt to continue as it’s an oldie. uness the muse is still there, of course haha. but I just reread NoSound. That one fic where Obi-wan is deaf. I have a quick question on what did you like about that storyline and if you remember what was hard about writing it and what came easy.

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I’m not against writing more deaf Obi-Wan but I’m uncertain for No Sound continuation.

But I do remember what was hardest about writing No sound. Writing ableistic characters, because I just don’t think that way? And to write the characters that way always made me uncomfortable or angry, so yeah, that was hard. And it could be hard to write a disabled character when I don’t have said disability myself, so I tried to do it as best I could and hope I didn’t offend someone.

The last thing I want to do is offend and I hope I did a deaf character justice. It does help a bit that I already know someone deaf and she taught me norwigian sign language. I have to admit that I don’t know if it’s the same as american sign language but I imagine some of them overlap. But with knowing her, I knew some of the issues she went through, not enough to know fully of course, I’d have to be deaf or hard of hearing myself for that, but enough to sympathize at the very least.

The easier part was to write an affectionate Qui-Gon and Anakin honestly, making them protective of Obi-Wan because of said ableism he faced. I enjoyed that frankly, as much as I like hurting Obi-Wan, I also want him to get hugs.

I hope you’ve had a fabulous weekend. It’s been really warm here. 90s F. But the evening’s have been wonderful. While I was sitting out, watching my dog roll around in the grass, it made me think of that one ask forever ago. OlddogNewpup? I went to read through it again and it just made me smile to see the Clones try so hard with Kanan yet give him his space. And at the same time, give Ezra some love. If the muse hits ya right, maybe some more moments between Kanan and the group of Clones?

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Gathering
his boy into his chest, Kanan let out a breath so harsh it made his
chest hurt as he slowly rocked back and forth, flinching a bit when a
blanket was dropped around his shoulders.

But
he didn’t stop rocking Ezra and holding around his padawan.

His
boy.

Ezra,
who was still groggy and blue lipped, wet to the bone and freezing
from falling into the frozen lake the Empire had built their research
station on that the Alliance high ups had wanted information from.

It
had been going great to begin with, the
infiltration going without a hitch,
even if Kanan had been forced to work with the karking
clones again.

Rex
was tolerable even if Kanan didn’t trust them further than he could
throw them without the Force, but they were tolerable people at
least compared to some of the sleemos that were in the Alliance.

And
then Ezra had taken a tumble into the frozen lake after being hit
with a stun blast, the thin sheet of water cracking easily beneath
even his thin, bird like frame that they were so desperately trying
to fatten.

Kanan
hadn’t consciously thought about it, it went too quick for him to
use the Force to pull Ezra out and instead he had dived right in
after his stunned padawan.

Submergence
had knocked the breath from his lungs with
the abrupt coldness closing in around him
but Kanan had the Force as his alley and used it, his lightsaber on
his belt as he worked on auto pilot, swimming after the orange spot
in the otherwise so dark, shockingly cold lake.

He
could faintly spot red and white lights in the water around him, knew
the others were still fighting.

But
Ezra was unconscious in the water, floating downwards, his tanned
skin looking corpse pale somehow, his limbs floating limply around
him in the water where he was weightless with his hair floating
around his head like a black and blue halo.

He
couldn’t get himself out and Kanan couldn’t… he wouldn’t
leave him behind.

He
got his hand on Ezra’s sleeve and pulled the Lothal native to his
chest, turning his attention back to the surface where he could still
spot red, swimming as fast as he could with one arm around Ezra’s
chest, going as fast as he could.

His
lungs were burning but finally he broke the surface, gasping as he
dragged Ezra with him to the shore and threw the boy out first.

Blurry
eyed as he was, he could spot people in white falling around them in
a half fan to keep them shielded.

‘Clones.’
His numb mind supplied as Kanan pulled himself out of the water with
numb, frozen hands to kneel at his padawan’s side.

Ezra
however, laying on the thin snow that covered the ground like a
blanket that was rapidly melting around him thanks to the water, was
not moving and that was the important thing. Ezra was not
moving and that was terrifying.

Ezra’s
chapped lips were blue and slightly parted and his eyes were closed
with his skin so white and dark hair stuck in his face.

Numb
hands tilted Ezra’s head back, fingers pinching his nose shut as
Kanan leaned down and started CPR, begging the Force not to let Ezra
join Master Depa just yet. ‘I know you wanna meet him but not yet
master, not yet.’

Kanan
wasn’t sure how long he tried to breath life into Ezra, wasn’t
sure how many breaths he blew into the boys mouth or how many times
he compressed his chest, it felt like forever, he could feel a rib or
two break under his touch and he could feel his own desperation grow
even as the blaster fire grew silent.

And
then Ezra jerked, gasping, rolling to his side as he spat out water
and a confused mumble of, ‘Kanan?’ was the most beautiful sound
Kanan had heard in years as he gathered the boy to him and held on.

And
that left them here, Kanan sitting with Ezra, a blanket wrapped
around his sopping form as Rex continued to bark orders at his fellow
clones, Kanan watching with drained eyes as the man took charge.

Another
clone with red and
white streaked hair
was at the Jedi’s side, was carefully checking on Ezra first while
also tugging the blanket around Kanan’s form, murmuring
reassurances and information as he went through medical care.

‘A
medic.’ Kanan’s numb mind supplied as Ezra blinked dazedly and
let the trooper touch him and care for him without
fuss,
Kanan to tired to protest and too desperate for Ezra to be alright
to even care that it was clones treating them.

He
could freak out about it later, when Ezra was warm and dressed in dry
clothes.

He
could freak out when Ezra’s lips weren’t blue, his
ribs weren’t cracked from Kanan getting water out of his lungs
and he was asleep in his bunk on the Ghost.

‘Or
maybe my bunk… just so I can keep an eye on him…’ Kanan noted
to himself before resting his cheek on Ezra’s wet hair, a
shuddering breath escaping the rebel.

He
could have lost Ezra today.

Either
to the lake or to the Empire’s soldiers afterward and while the
former he had himself to thank for saving Ezra… the latter he had
the clones to thank for.

‘Later…
right now… just rest a bit until Hera comes for pickup.’ Kanan
told himself, closing his eyes for just a little while, savoring Ezra
breathing and alive in his arms.

Still
his young and
alive
padawan.

How do you feel your writing has changed since you started this blog? Anything unexpected? Or maybe weird?

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I would like to claim that I’ve gotten better at spelling and grammar. Maybe a bit more articulated in that I’ve come to learn new and longer words but with my dyslexia, words with more than six letters tend to get jumbled and my joint pain tends to make my fingers mess up.

There’s also the fact that my dyslexia makes my creativity and fingers work faster than my brain does at fixing the words gone wrong.

I don’t think any surprises or weird has come though I have taken notice that I sometimes write Force instead of force when I try to write it normally since I capitalize the F in Force when its the power XD