#lostpropertybox

For those people on my fic who literally screamed when they saw him in the character notes, here is all you need to know about him.

[Above image is of an ambiguously blonde masculine appearing Jedi by the name Feemor, in brown and beige robes. There is a hand upon his shoulder - Qui Gon's - and he is his Master's first apprentice.]

So this is Feemor, right? As he is in the Comics.

But we don't really get much about Feemor, or what he's like, so outside of the most loose definition of what he sort of, kind of, looks like, I was allowed to run absolutely buck wild.

Possibly not a good thing.

But when I stood above my cauldron, creating the man that would be Feemor, Qui Gon Jinn's repudiated apprentice, I brought forth some essential ingredients.

1. A little bit of Steve the Babysitter

Anyone who's anyone knows Steve Harrington by now. And the distinct lack of Steve Harrington Coded Characters just upsets me. Plus, pretty much every fix-it fic in the business states that he'd find Qui Gon's mental state not a good enough reason to traumatize Baby-Wan. Alas, the reality that could have- Oh wait, I'm a fic writer!!!

Reality is what I wish it.

2. A teensy bit of Tiny Timmers

If you ever want comedic value for a Jedi Knight - one that is tired and exhausted and tortured by their own intelligence - than the Tim Drake Archetype is for you! The frequently forgotten member of the Bat Lineage, he is a perfect fit of character traits for Feemor the grudgingly helpful, but done with it all Knight that downs Caf fast enough on the regular to make Commander Fox seem perfectly adjusted.

3. Some, Uh, Hey there Demons, it's me, ya boy.

Come on, is that not the funniest idea for a Jedi you've ever heard? Looks at a haunted Sith Holocron and says; "Huh, must be a breeze." A healthy dose of paranoid sceptic who knows more about the paranormal than he ever wanted to know? Perfection.

(Oh, and he absolutely did take that Comedy Class with Nej. It... the less spoken about watching Master Windu's theatre productions the better...)

And so, I turned the pot, right, had a good taste, but something was missing. Low and behold, upon the disgraceful vaults of TikTok, there is a user called DannyPhantom.exe, whose vibes are so cryptid as to make all these concepts work as one.

And so there he is, at the very end, Feemor as he is in Lost Property Box - A headache to the Librarians, The stick in the mud of his Creche-mates, and quite possibly the only Lineage Member Komari Vosa doesn't want to punt off the Hangar walls.

[I'll add some pictures of him sometime, but I think its imperative you know who I based this particular characterisation off of. So that you can all giggle uncontrollably along beside me as I write it.]

Have you ever been so proud of an accidental sketch? Look at him. 

[Cal Kestis stands with his knee bent like a crane, turned to stick his lightsaber in his boot. Tera Sinube looks on in a frustrated fashion.]

Guess what's not dead? This fic, lol.

I haven't updated it for over a year, and I finally got all the story notes I had written across multiple USBs compiled, so Hopefully, I'll be able to write faster.

In this chapter, Grogu plots, and Adonai wonders whether or not placing a hit on a guy still counts as pacifism if he's not the one doing the killing.

Trying to start a fic blog is hard. Never done one before in my life. But, we’ll learn on the job.