the force shall set me free

I was an island before you came along

MP100 Valentines Week 
Day 2; ice cream

pairing: terumob 

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I don’t have any homework today, the text says, as it covers the screen with an inappropriately cheerful notification chime. Teruki sits on the edge of his bed, phone cradled in both hands, and rereads the message too many times.

That’s okay!! he finally brings himself to reply. But disappointment is a bitter pill, and Teruki deflates with the force of a gusty sigh.

“That frees up my evening, then,” he says, lifting reluctant eyes to take in the rest of the small apartment. “What shall I do?”

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star wars sith au

Sith apprentice Anakin returns from enemy reconnaissance carrying a bag of bugs. He sits down across from Sith master Obi-Wan and immediately begins chowing down on the delicious little critters.

Obi-Wan eyes Anakin’s “lunch” with a face of utter disgust. “How can you eat that?” 

Anakin pauses eating bugs to look his master dead in the eye and says “But it’s part of the sith code, master. ‘The force shall set me free.’ Free to eat bugs.” right before he slurps another worm.

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“Pretty sword for a pretty lady!”

On the rare occasion, I remember that there are indeed seven other classes and story lines to play in this game. After spending about an hour trying to find an outfit that didn’t clash with Izzy’s coloring, she and Andronikos finally made it off Tatooine. Huzzah!

For some reason, I had a completely different impression of this romance than it’s turning to be so far. I thought that it would start like some sort of friends with benefits thing, and while Mr Piratepants says that, before he even makes any move, he gets his new favorite Sith an ornamental weapon to hang on her wall, and gets a bit self-deprecating even.

Even though Izzy is turning out to be a fairly light-sided Inquisitor thus far, I like the commonalities between her and Andronikos. Having a pirate who values freedom above all is an interesting and smart choice to pair with someone who’s just escaped slavery and is tasting freedom for the first time (”through victory my chains are broken, and the Force shall set me free”). It’ll be interesting to see exactly how this plays out

(Also, oops, sorry Khem, I think you’re stuck guarding the ship for the rest of the game. #sorrybro)

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A League of Extraordinary Women - Chapter Two - [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic
Rating: Mature
Summary: Ziost has been destroyed. Zakuul rises quickly, wreaking havoc in its wake. When it’s clear that the Republic and Empire don’t have the ability to fight back, a group of heroines (and a couple heroes) comes together to form an alliance. They are Republic soldiers and Imperial spies, Jedi and Sith, Smugglers and Bounty Hunters. They are friends, family, allies, strangers. But they all have a single goal: push Zakuul back and destroy Valkorion, the former Sith Emperor Vitiate.


Everything on Dromund Kaas was perpetually wet. Constant rainstorms and downpours will do that to a place, but it was like the Empire decided they didn’t need to do anything about it. Speeders still had open roofs, stone walkways were constantly slick, dirt paths were flooded or muddy up to your knees, and overhangs poured buckets of water on anyone who dared cross their thresholds. It was dark, wet, and with the coming of the relative winter - cold. A delightful combination of effects that only served to chill Lana to the bone and send aches through her shoulders and neck. Normally, she would have preferred to walk through the city to her apartment, but with the streets muddied and chaotic from the immensity of the crowds, Lana fought her own instincts and opted for the taxi.

As soon as the door to her apartment was closed and locked, she was stripping out of her armored uniform. She changed into something far more practical and warm, pretending that her clothes didn’t smell like her partner. That their shared apartment didn’t smell like her.

She took a deep breath. The chaos of the city was still overwhelming, but at least here outside its walls it was muffled a bit more. She rubbed her hand over her shoulders and neck, trying to get out the kinks and aches before she went to meditate. Her bare feet made no noise as she walked down the hallway; she would need to focus as much as possible to cut through the din outside.

She lit incenses in the chamber, walking its circumference deliberately and feeling the cool stone floor beneath her with every step. There were holocrons in each of the six corners of the space, each representing a tenant of the Sith Code. She touched each one lightly before she settled onto the cushions in the middle of the room, bowing her head and closing her eyes.

Peace is a lie. There is only passion.

Her breathing steadied and then slowed as she concentrated on it. She drew breath into her lungs, feeling the air brush softly against her upper lip.

Through Passion, I gain Strength.

Her heartbeat calmed, and the pounding against her chest eased. She flexed her hands to the rhythm of her pulse.

Through Strength, I gain Power.

Her muscles softened, the ache between her shoulders and neck dulling and slowly dissipating. She rolled her shoulders and adjusted her posture.

Through Power, I gain Victory.

Her still damp hair slid into her face as she bowed her head again. She didn’t move it.

Through Victory, my chains are broken.

Her body and mind no longer acknowledged the room she sat in. It had fallen away and exposed the emptiness of space. There was nothing but her consciousness. And the Force.

The Force shall set me free.

Lessons Part 4: The Cave

Art commissioned from @fleeting-sanity.

More art inspiration from @sapphic-sith: Here

Vaylin and Darth Marr continue her training in the ways of the Sith, with him cautioning her about following only that path. But the past beckons, and there are other tasks that must also be accomplished..

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Part of “I Shall Save Myself”, beginning with The Final Chain
Last chapter: Lessons Part 3: Fate
Next chapter: Helplessness Part 1: Not What I Was

Marr’s spirit had faded from view, but Vaylin could still feel his presence, follow his direction. They were at the opening to the cave he had lead her to. He had been coaxing her to release her rage, to focus it, direct it, not simply splash it about but take greater control. It was weaker this way, but also did not waste so much of her energy.

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                      Through victory, my chains are broken.
                                   The Force shall set me free.

                                                                    written by maddy.

In darkness, cold.
In light, cold.
The old sun brings no heat.
But there is heat in breath and life.
In life, there is the Force.
In the Force, there is life.
And the Force is eternal.
- Sunset Prayer of the Guardians of the Whills

excerpts from Collected Poems, Prayers, and Meditations of the Force, edited by Kozem Pel, Disciple of the Whills:

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Trapped Within

It was a mental storm that trapped him here, where he once believed himself to be the most free.

He knew they were on their way to the Senate building even now, as he observed the Coruscanti evening. The setting sun cast parts of the Republic capital in a darkness that rivaled that of the darkness within him. Speeders, a respectful distance away from their honored Temple, shoot through the polluted air at high speeds, the sentients within eager to return home to their mundane lives. Despite the broadcasts of the war, a rampage of the mythical Zillo beast, and the battle that took place in their own atmosphere, the citizens remained separated from the ending war. Their lives consisted of arising early to go to work, perhaps as a waitress or an accountant, eating an old, packed, bland lunch, and then returning home to a family that awaited with open arms and loving smiles. It was repetitive, predictable, and boring. Anakin Skywalker envied them.

These denizens of the Galactic Republic did not have the struggles of the galaxy weighing upon their shoulders because of some barely understood prophecy. They were not bound by the shackles a commissioning as General earned. They were not plagued by visions of their true love dying as a forbidden child grew within her womb. They were not trapped in the Council chambers as a Master, who had claimed not to trust the newest Council member, sped off with three other Masters to stop what could be his, no-Padme’s, only hope. They were not trapped by this internal war raging through his mind.

Duty, honor, and code bound, he knew he must remain here, watching Padme’s apartment from afar. Yet, images of his mother’s death played through his head over and over and over and over again. Ahsoka Tano, her back turned away from him as she walks down the steps to begin a life away from the Jedi, away from him. He failed them all, despite preemptive warnings. The sound of a baby’s cry muffling the sounds of the mother’s dying gasps was superimposed on his visual perception of the city-planet beneath him. Her face, still beautiful, was contorted in her pain. It kept playing in his mind. She will die, and he would fail her just as he failed everyone else. He was not the Jedi he should be.

Something was happening. Yet, here he remained, locked in the cage of orders from an apathetic Korun Jedi Master.

A tear rolls down his cheek in his anguish. He was afraid. Afraid of failure. Afraid of death. Afraid of being shackled by chains. Afraid of losing her. Even now, he could sense her. Her emotions. As the war came to an end, she too was afraid. Yet, she did not seem afraid of losing him. No, she was afraid the Republic was changing, even if it was for the better. She was becoming more like a Separatist. A sudden drop in the Force, a disturbance of the likes he has never felt before, jolts through Anakin’s core. Palpatine, one he once saw a friend and mentor, was reaching for him. Padme would die. The Chancellor would not let her. Perhaps the man was a Sith, yet Anakin still sees the good within the man. He would save her.

A Code, one that does not belong to the Jedi, rings through Anakin’s mind as he rushes past surprised Padawans and Knights (the vast majority of masters were fighting as soldiers instead of peacekeepers in this war). His cage breaks as he bursts through, resolved to save Padme’s savior. “Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall set me free.”

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                                             Through Strength, I gain Power.
                                    Through Power, I gain Victory.
                                            Through Victory, my chains are broken.
                                            The Force shall set me free.

Truths - Sith!AU Snippet

In which freshly-fallen Sith Apprentice/Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi has to report to the Jedi Council after returning alone from a fateful mission to a Sith temple.

This is a snippet for one of several Sith!AUs that occupy far too much of my brainspace to be healthy. It’s also a Qui-Gon-lives-and-takes-Anakin-as-a-Padawan-AU, which means Obi-Wan is a young Jedi knight left to figure things out on his own without a padawan or master to help ground him. At least the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic seems to be genuinely interested in his life, even though he is a politician.

Because I have only 20 days left to finish my 60-page thesis (of which I have already finished two pages- yay!), I decided today would be a great day to finally sit down and actually write some fanfic. Which I haven’t done in more than a decade and which I’ve never seriously attempted before in English.

 


For the first time in weeks, he genuinely feels the calm he is projecting.

It’s a decidedly odd feeling, given the circumstances. Almost serene, almost like the world hadn’t completely turned on its axis— like he hadn’t turned.

He feels no inner turmoil: no fear, no anger, not even self-loathing. Not anymore. In a way, Obi-Wan Kenobi has never felt more like a Jedi than in this very moment. There is no emotion, there is peace. It’s the one tenet of the Code he had struggled with the most during his younger years, a struggle that had almost cost him his place in the Order.

And isn’t that truly ironic? Qui-Gon has feared his emotions would leave him vulnerable to the dark, but in the end the dark turned out to be what helped Obi-Wan rid himself of them at long last.

Or I’ve just gone into shock. It has been a long time coming, after all, and maybe the horror of what he has done— of what he has had to do, he reminds himself again— will only delay the inevitable appropriate emotional response. He isn’t sure which he prefers.

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.

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