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For her, governments of any stripe would have their constituents believe that they were attempting to remove chaos from the galaxy, that they were trying to make things perfect, when only the Force was perfect. For ordinary beings, life was a constant interplay between order and chaos, day and night, light and dark.
Her reverence for the Force had evolved from an enduring love of nature. Yes, she thought of herself as agile and strong and intuitive, but she understood that her skills were a far cry from those attributed to the Jedi. She did, however, embrace the Order’s philosophy of generosity, compassion, and peaceful resolution, and on many a far-flung world she had experienced moments in nature that could only be described as transcendent. It was certainly possible that those peak moments had their basis in belief and emotion, but that hardly mattered; even if she wasn’t able to use the Force, she could at least feel it, and she was content with that.

You confessed one day to have been a snake and deceiver
But when your moment came, to shed that skin
You just slithered away
You just slithered away

Crystal clear to us all, when you say “We all want the same thing”
That you don’t, you want the bigger piece and the praise
There are those who have seen, and those soon to beware
What your smoke is concealing
Just a trail of bones, atop a lemming’s hill
All fallen prey
All fallen prey
All fallen prey

To the liar, not a saint, not a martyr
Just a snake, and a liar

We used to believe, when you’d say “Were all in this together”
No more, we all see
Now the mirror is broken, we all know what your spell was concealing
Just hollow eyes, a stolen crown but
Not a king
No, not a king
No, not a king

Just the liar, not a saint, not a martyr
Just a snake, and a liar 

- Smoke And Mirrors by Puscifer


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KYBER CRYSTALS.

One of the most interesting things about Disney canon is what they’ve been doing with them and how that’s going to inform a lot of the worldbuilding or meta stuff I do eventually.  So I really wanted to take a look at the novel Catalyst especially, where Galen Erso (a non-Force Sensitive person) studies them and what is revealed about them through this novel.

And ultimately talk about why I came around on the idea of Lightsaber Mood Crystals, because of how it goes hand in hand with the a-version-of-psychic nature of much of Star Wars!

Galen had already observed that property in his study of some of the finger-sized kybers Orson had provided. The experiments he had conducted in a lab at the Institute of Applied Science had also revealed that close and extended contact with kybers was detrimental to sleep. He hadn’t gotten a full night’s rest in months, and even on the nights when sheer exhaustion overwhelmed his racing thoughts, the crystals infiltrated his dreams. The Jedi were believed to have been able to establish a kind of rapport with the kybers through the Force. Was it possible that the crystals could affect non-Force-users as well?

This is a fascinating concept and Catalyst only barely touches on it, but the implications of just what the kyber crystals are and the bond between them and the Jedi is absolutely fascinating.

Bonds between the Jedi and their kyber crystal have been around for ages, but what’s come up again and again in Disney canon is that the crystals have some level of sentience, that they have a will of their own, that they don’t want to be used by anyone they don’t choose.  That they can have an affect even on those who don’t use the Force.

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“Stealth, speed, power… That’s Tarkin, the omniscient, ubiquitous Imperial enforcer.”
- Tarkin, James Luceno

“Excuse me for asking, but are you now addressed as admiral, governor, or moff?”
“Governor remains my preference.”
“Then governor it shall be.”

- Catalyst, James Luceno

IGN: There was a Star Wars book called Catalyst that explored the Galen/Krennic backstory. Did you read the book and would you like the opportunity to maybe ever depict some of that? Or Galen’s years with the Empire?

Mikkelsen: I think it’s a very interesting and valid point. You know, the Star Wars films have always been about dealing with the Rebellion, the people that are fighting the Empire. But it’s actually very interesting to go and see the people who actually are in the Empire, and I’m one of them. And surprisingly enough, the people of the Empire have families, and wives and daughters that they love. You know, they are the other guys we don’t know so much about. And I think it would be interesting to you know, to make a film about the people of the Empire. Who are they, and why? Are they evil? Or do they believe in something greater.

IGN: Well, there is always the chance for Galen to pop up in Rebels at one point, because of the show’s time frame. Would you be interested in that?

Mikkelsen: I’m game for it man, it’d be tricky, but I’d give it a shot.

[http://www.ign.com/articles/2017/02/06/star-wars-mads-mikkelsen-talks-rogue-one-spoilers-reshoots-and-more-galen-erso]

Soul (Jimin x Reader)

You’ve never really had angelic tendencies, and Jimin’s never really encouraged them; he is, after all, a demon.

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SummaryYoongi | Hoseok | Taehyung | Jin | Jungkook | Namjoon (M)

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You first meet Jimin when you’re five years old, your white wings barely functional; carefully, cautiously, you try to lower yourself onto the ground, and manage to accidentally land in a pile of…deer…poop. You wince and gag.

Jimin, who had been chasing flitting shadows and stretching his ebony wings nearby, witnesses the incident and laughs, (unbearably) loudly.

“Shut up,” you growl, clenching your fists. “Mind your own business, damn demon.

He only laughs harder, as if set on pissing you off. Thoroughly annoyed, you bend down, grab a handful of the literal shit, and chuck it straight at his face.

He doesn’t laugh at you for a good few years after that.

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