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notoriously relaxed Jedi safety standards, protocols, and practices 🤝 training accidents in front of the kids, part 2

You leap for the fire escape structure. You're so cool. you're going to make it. Oh my fucking maker you missed. You missed and you're going to die. That's so embarassing.

As you tumble through the lower atmosphere you catch blurred glimpses of a speeder, growing rapidly larger in your vision. Sooner than you expected, you collide with the domed cockpit, tits-first. Senator Amb-Ehn-Orre's chauffer droid makes startled eye contact with you for the smallest fraction of a moment before you ricochet off into the traffic control bouy and crack the rest of your ribs. It doesn't hurt as much as it knocks the air out of you, and you wonder in a tiny portion of your brain that isn't screaming if that's because you're still high as shit.

Down and down you plummet, arse-over-teakettle - eyes streaming, deafened by the rushing wind, you begin to feel the euphoria of flight depite the inevitable fatal end. It's like jetpack-training on Kamino, the first time you felt the power of a controlled plasma burn overcome gravity, coming unstuck from the planet.

Oh, you remember how to stop the spinning. You spead your arms and legs wide, stabilising....and you're flying. Plummeting still, but your mind takes a kinder avenue. You're like an eagle.. or, you're a kamino Gull, a creature that lives in the slipstream! You would laugh if you could catch a breath, but the atmosphere is sucked away from you before you can take a sip of air. You could die in a million worse ways, you decide. Could have been a gut-shot. Could have been spaced, like Wolffe's people and fuck would that be awful.

Blinded by your streaming eyes, you don't know how close the ground is but surely not much furth-- you collide with something billowing and springy and you're spinning again for a brief second, equilibrium totally lost. are you going up?? Down?? the solid ground hits you hard and hits you again when you bounce Oh you're dead. you're so so dead.

You are still, and numb, and shocked. and you're....not dead.

There are people running over to you but you can only see their ankles. And hooves. And whatever. If you don't move maybe nothing will hurt? It kind of smells like....kaf and hot toast.

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Mando Waxer and Boil

Boba would like to tap that cultist lol

I like to imagine in a world where everything's good and nothing went wrong, a young adult Boba and Omega would meet and become friends (grudgingly on Boba's part).

They sometimes help each other out on missions and adventures they both get into. And after they will go hangout at a bar and have 'we're sibling but also not really' conversations.

This includes Omega making fun of Boba's new religious-cult friend, Din, before realizing Boba definitely, maybe LIKE-LIKES the sewer rat mandalorian lol.

The sandwich wasn't anywhere on the menu, and Rex didn't order it - even in a forgotten diner like this, food would cost much more than to buy a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter in a dollar store. It just appeared on the table in front of him, with a chipped mug of tea. "You looked like you need it, kid," said the man standing in front of him. Dexter - if the name on his apron wasn't just a logo of this place.

KILL AI AND REBLOG AND CREATE ART IN 2026

Created an AU where Obi Wan adopts the twins and takes them to hide out Tatooine with him. He’s a tired dad and the twins are menaces. There’s a lot of sadness and drama to be found but for now let’s enjoy the cute, sweet family stuff. (Feel free to send asks if you want!)