#swpromptsandasks

To those who sent swpromptsandasks hate mail, death messages, or other strongly negative comments about her allegedly racist remarks—you are bullies. You are not activists. You are not champions of anti-racism. You are not doing good for people of color. You are bullies, plain and simple.

I would bet a lot of you are white, and yet you are speaking on behalf of people of color as if they are too stupid or ignorant to take offense themselves. Perhaps you just think people of color are animals that would resort to violence for the slightest misunderstanding, or that they would want others to resort to violence on their behalf for the smallest of slights, real or imagined.

People of color are capable of deciding for themselves whether or not to be offended, and they are not animals who would punch someone just for looking at them funny. You do not get to be offended on behalf of someone else unless that person is too stupid, immature, or mentally disabled to be so themselves. Your offense is, in itself, offensive, telling people of color that they need your, a white person's, help in being offended about something potentially racist.

You are not making the world better for anyone. You are making yourself feel better about your own lives by harassing and tearing down a genuinely good person. That is not activism. You are doing the least amount of effort required to make yourself look and feel better at the expense of the physical and mental wellbeing of a stranger you have never meet.

Moddy has provided countless hours of entertainment to everyone who visited her blog. She herself kept asking people not to defend her, and that she needed to learn about her own privilege and racism so that she could do better. You do not care about people of color. You just wanted to look good and feel better about yourselves.

You want to help people of color? You cannot do that by bullying other people who also want to help minorities. Donate money to charities to help people of color. Better yet, instead of spending your time sending death threats and harassing strangers online, spend your time at a charity that helps black and brown people. Listen, do not shout. Teach, do not berate. Love, do not hate. Do something genuinely meaningful with your lives instead of coming up with rationalizations for why it is okay to bully, harass, and threaten strangers online who are trying to learn from their mistakes.

There’s a Star Wars fanfic that I’m trying to find so I’m putting this out into the void in hopes someone will help me.

The plot from what I remember was basically Obi-Wan was relying on his bond with Qui-Gon for emotional stability. But then Qui dies, the bond is violently severed and Obi Wan has a breakdown where he’s completely unresponsive to everyone around. Eventually Dooku shows up to take him to Serenno with him and Obi Wan begins the journey to healing

Across the battle field from the 212th stood the droid army. They needed to act as a diversion for the 501st. They needed to keep the army’s attention on them. And unfortunately for the 212th, they didn’t seem overly interested in what they were doing. But they had a plan.

As one the clones of the 212th started to shout at the droids and lift their kilts showing off their butts or junk. They flashed them. Commander Cody personally was not okay with this maneuver but it had caught the droids’ attention. They were now paying attention to the moving target of wiggling butts and clones that were grabbing their junks in a show of virility to the droids. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t for the fact he had to be out on the front line.

 Though, Cody had to admit that his brothers had some absolutely awful lines like “Really, you clankers want a piece of us! Well, to bad this is the best look you’ll ever get!” or “You pieces of metal junk, at least we have more then you!”

The only thing worse than all his brother’s being unprotected from the waist down was the fact that General Kenobi stood in front of them all just as vulnerable and wiggling his butt and junk at the droids. His general was laughing and bouncing around to like he was showing off. His general would turn his head every so often and wink or joke with one of the other men.

“See, Cody, we are perfectly safe. All we have to do is distract them long enough for Anakin and the 501st to activate that EMP and destroy them all.” Obi-wan laughed as he darted down the line of men to be closer to Waxer and Boil where Cody could just barely hear that they were talking.

“Remind me later to check and see if there is anything wrong with our general. He’s not usually this giddy. It’s just lucky that we aren’t close enough for them to actually shoot at us. Then again they seem to still be quite confused.” Helix said as he moved closer to the commander.

“That’s good. I’m not sure that this was such a good idea but it seems to be working for now.” Cody noted.

“Hey, did either of you notice how similar General Kenobi’s kilt is to the to the 212th’s and all the clones’ kilts? It’s only missing the yellow streak or other colors to show the Battalion or Legion one belongs to.” Lamb pointed out.

Cody turned to look at the General and noted that Lamb was right. He made note to discuss it with General Kenobi later after this disaster was over and they could finally be done with this campaign. “No, but now that I have, I’ll ask him about it later. Unfortunately for right now we needed to just concentrate on what was going on across from us and keep the droids’ attention.”

By the time they started to fear that the droids would start to ignore the 212th, the droid army was hit with shots from every angle and a massive EMP went off. The 212th were relieved that the 501st had finally dealt with the last of the droids and they could return to the Negotiator to be warm, be fed, and finally relax and sleep somewhere they knew they were safe.

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Yes! The drawings I made were actually all scenes inspired by the lovely @swpromptsandasks SkywalkersPadawan story thread!

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“Obi-Wan!” Quinlan Vos's voice carried down the Temple hallway, and Obi-Wan had to resist rolling his eyes, he could practically hear the grin in Quinlan's voice.

“Hello Vos,” Obi-Wan said drily as he slowed and turned to the other Jedi. He was right, Quinlan was grinning. The man caught up with Obi-Wan, one hand tucked suspiciously behind his back.

Quinlan's grin eased into a smirk, “is that any way to great someone who brought you a present?”

“Is it legal?” Obi-Wan shot back, having known Quinlan long enough to know better.

“That hurts Obi, cuts me real deep,” the hurt in his voice was fake, betrayed by the grin Quinlan couldn't quite hide. “Not sure you deserve your gift now.”

Obi-Wan's eyes narrowed, his suspicion growing, but the mischief in Quinlan's eyes was friendly, a hint of a familiar doting he hadn't seen in so long he'd almost forgotten what it looked like. So Obi-Wan gave a faint pout, and shifted so he could give Quinlan a coy look through his lashes.

“But I'm small and tired and deserve nice things,” Obi-Wan said, a line that was once a frequent occurrence in his vocabulary. One he hadn't said in years, not since Naboo, not since Anakin, not since he and Quinlan had agreed...

Quinlan snorted, his eyes darting over Obi-Wan's form at the memories, but his eyes fixed on Obi's face when he brought out the box he'd been hiding.

Curiosity, recognition, delight.

Who ever said Obi had a perfect sabacc face didn't know him very well.

“Sugared plums?” Obi-Wan took the box carefully, opening the lid to enjoy the sweet aroma of the preserved fruit. “Thank you Quinlan.”

“Nah, was in the neighbourhood, saw them and thought of you,” Quinlan snorted, “of course, with that rumour floating around, a lot of people are thinking of you, and not in the best way.”

Obi-Wan sighed, “I was afraid of that.” Obi-Wan closed the box, his brow furrowing, and he missed Quinlan's heavy frown as Obi-Wan put off eating one of his favourite treats.

“I mean, not that I mind an excuse to dote on you again,” Quinlan said with a shrug, “but I don't like what this rumour is doing for your image.”

Obi-Wan seemed to do a second take, tilting his head as he stared at Quinlan with a contemplative look.

“What?” Quinlan asked, and the air around them took on a weight of seriousness.

“Am I to take it then,” Obi-Wan asked slowly, “that you are not the one to start the rumour?”

Quinlan shook his head, “no, I'm not.”

The air pressed heavier for a moment, like the force was trying to call out in a muffled voice.

“But I'll look into it for you,” Quinlan promised, and the air eased.

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan said. He opened his mouth to say something else, the first syllable on his lips, when his comm. went of. “Yes?”

“General,” the voice of a clone responded, “the hover car is ready in hangar 3.”

“Thank you Cody, I'll be down shortly, I was... mildly delayed.”

“Yes sir,” the comm. chirped as Commander Cody, turned off his side of the link.

Quinlan felt a twinge of jealousy, and released it quickly into the force. But not fast enough apparently, Obi-Wan caught the frown on his face.

“I thought you liked Cody?”

Quinlan shrugged, “he's alright, for a clone. Very... competent.”

Obi-Wan frowned, then sighed, “I have a meeting at the rotunda, excuse me.”

“Yeah,” Quinlan watched Obi-Wan walk away, the box of sugar plums still closed in his hands. He let the force sink into him, ease the burn of jealousy that threatened to bloom. It wasn't entirely unfounded, Jango Fett had been a very attractive man, and Cody was a very competent commander.

And Obi-Wan liked competent men who could lift him with one arm.

But they'd agreed years ago...

Quinlan growled to himself and shook his head. He had the source of a rumour to track down.

-

Cody didn't particularly like the rotunda, the people changed their appearance so often, and they almost never looked at his brothers like they were people. There were a few who did, who spoke with his vode and tried to remember their names, to varying degrees of success.

Still, there was always a looming feeling that they weren't really welcome there, a sense of discomfort that Cody couldn't quite put his finger on.

The more he got to know his jetii, the more he could see the man felt uncomfortable here too. As they had walked together towards senator Organa's chambers, Kenobi had let out a small hum, the one Cody had come to learn meant 'I've noticed something and I don't like it, but it's not a problem just yet.'

Then Cody had caught the snatches of conversation, the senators and their aides in the halls, whispering and looking at his jetii.

'Don't you think he looks tired?'

It wasn't concern for Kenobi in their voices, it was judgement.

As the pair had approached the door to senator Organa's office, Cody had excused himself, confident in his jetii's ability to defend himself, and confident in the crimson marked vode who patrolled the halls.

“Is everything alright?” Kenobi had asked.

“Yes sir, I just need to check in with some brothers, nothing for you to worry over sir.”

Kenobi gave him a dubious look, but said "alright, I'll comm. you if you aren't back when I'm ready to leave."

“Understood, have fun with your meeting,” beneath his helmet Cody felt heat in his cheeks, but Kenobi had given him a wry grin, pleased by his boldness rather than annoyed. As they'd parted Cody had let himself smile in the safety of his buy-ce.

Kenobi had always welcomed their boldness, their reach for individuality. He hadn't even minded their presumption to feed him, had merely accepted their care, unneeded though it was. Sometimes Cody though his jetii might even understand what his acceptance of their care meant to them.

For them to not only have a jetii, but to have one who understood them...

Cody wasn't going to let a rumour turned foul damage his jetii's reputation, and while Cody didn't have the time to track the source down himself, he knew a vod who could do the job for him.

The door to the security room opened just before he reached it and he marched through, removing his helmet as his vode greeted him. He let a grin flicker across his face as Jun gave Beck a glare.

Beck gestured to the monitors which showed the hallway just outside the room, but Jun scowled.

“Just because you know who's at the door doesn't mean you open it,” Jun huffed before turning to Cody, “sir, what can we do for you?”

“I was looking for Tutti,” Cody said, and the vod in question looked over from his console, a cluster of small star tattoos marking a line under his left eye.

“Sir?”

“Tutti,” Cody's gaze fixed on him, “top scores in splicing and our psychological war fare unit,” Tutti nodded, not sure where the commander was going with this. “I need you to look into something for me.”

-

Palpatine sat back in his chair and watched as the senators before him squabbled. The topic of conversation was the same one that was making its way not only through the rotunda, but the general public: Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“We can't trust a man like that with our troops!”

“Yes we can!”

“If he can't even take care of himself-”

“It was a mistake to give so much military power to the Jedi, they can't handle it!”

Palpatine hid a grin behind his steepled fingers, enjoying the negative emotions that littered the air, and taking pleasure from the lost faith that was growing steadily throughout the republic.

He'd never liked Kenobi, or the man's ability to banish the darkness Sheev was trying to cultivate in young Skywalker.

This really had been his most brilliant plan yet, and yet it had been so simple. A word here, a word there, a few leaked pictures of Kenobi at his worst and now the republic he'd fought so hard to hold together would tear him apart.

If he'd been alone, Palpatine would have cackled.

“-Kenobi must be removed from power before he makes a mistake!”

Perhaps it was time for another 'secretarial mistake', another influx of incorrectly assigned paperwork finding its way to Kenobi would be the icing on today's cake.

-

Obi-Wan adjusted his robe as he let Bail's door close behind him, he used the motion to disguise another as he rolled his shoulders to release tension from the muscles. With the war, diplomacy often found itself being thrown out the window in favour of more aggressive tactics, so it was nice to use his training to help Bail with a small negotiation in which the biggest risk was stiff muscles from sitting too long.

“Sir,” Obi-Wan turned to the familiar voice to find Cody marching down the hallway.

“Excellent timing commander, I was just about to comm.” Cody dipped his head in acknowledgement. “Have you finish your business with your brother?”

“Yes sir, all taken care of,” there was a mild tension in Cody's shoulders that told Obi-Wan a different story.

“Good, shall we then?” Obi-Wan gestured down the hall and Cody nodded, falling into step with Obi-Wan as they returned to the car. Their driver for the day – a clone whose name was Blink if Obi-Wan was remembering correctly – was drumming a beat on the dashboard when the arrived.

“Not to bored I hope?” Obi-Wan said, startling the young clone.

“Sirs!” He scrambled out of the vehicle and opened the rear door.

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan said as he slid into the back seat, moving far enough over for Cody to join him. Cody followed, but only after looking at their driver for a long few seconds. Obi-Wan got the feeling Blink was being scolded, and from the blush on his uncovered face, Blink seemed to feel that way too.

“It's not a short trip back if you want to catch a nap, sir,” Cody said, his voice filtered through his helmet.

“Hm, not a bad idea,” Obi-Wan replied with a small smile, lifting his hood up and over his head, he settled into a more comfortable position. Cody was close to him, his armour hard against Obi-Wan's side, but the man himself was warm, his presence within the force was soothing to Obi-Wan's senses.

'Cody would speak up if he minded,' Obi-Wan thought as he let his head rest on the commander's shoulder.

-

Cody stayed as still as possible, signing for Blink to drive a little slower than necessary on his way back to the Temple.

Blink nodded, and not only drove a little slower, but a little more cautiously, making sure to rock the vehicle as little as possible.

Cody spent the trip resisting the urge to remove his bucket and lay his head against his jetii's. Kenobi was his commanding officer, and his jetii on top of that, he wouldn't appreciate it. Cody would just have to be content with this.

His gaze caught on their reflection in the vehicle's rear view mirror.

'I wish they could see him like this, like we do, they wouldn't doubt him then.' An idea occurred to Cody then, and he used his helmet to capture the image in the mirror.