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Shei'laar Kurshi'cin

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Star Wars and Sci-fi side-blog for JonathanAnubian. Asks are Open! No Commissions. Always open for questions and comments. Come chat with me!

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Title: The Once and Future King Summary: Din Djarin is sent back in time by the ghost of Tarre Vizsla to save Mandalore and the Galaxy. There he meets a 10yr old Jaster Mereel. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30174504/chapters/74342124

Title: Te Dralyc Kar Summary: Jango Fett adopts a 6yr old Anakin Skywalker and restarts the True Mandalorians. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24022666/chapters/57795934

Title: Aliit Ori'shya eyn Eyayah be Ruyot Summary: Din Djarin is sent to the past by a Jedi artifact. He finds himself on Kamino 6 years after the Cloning begins and refuses to let the Clone children suffer. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32481793/chapters/80554693

Title: Another Chance Summary: Jaster Mereel is saved on Korda VI by a mysterious Jedi named Obi-wan Kenobi. The man is lost and his soul is bleeding with the grief of losing both his child and grandchild. So what can Jaster do but to invite him to join the True Mandalorians? Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26904037/chapters/65651923

Title: Cuun Ad Summary: Knight Alifar is a Stewjonian Jedi with his eye on a certain redheaded Initiate. After fighting the Council for the child he swears to bring up Obi-wan as a proper Stewjoni Jedi- with all the secrets that entails. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31278965/chapters/77324363

Title: Mysterious Ways Summary: Obi-wan Kenobi was born with a rare gift, one even the Jedi seem to have forgotten about. They tell him to ignore these Visions, that they aren't real, but he knows the truth. Obi-wan Kenobi is a Jedi and he will follow the will of the Force- even if that means turning the Galaxy on its head. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44386087/chapters/111632974

Title: Rex Fortis Summary: On a mission to find an artifact of great power Obi-wan is accidentally crowned the new King of an ancient civilisation frozen in time. What will he do now that he has an army of ancient Force users on his side? Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46075714/chapters/115985089

Title: Captured in their Embrace Summary: Imperial sniper Migs Mayfeld is captured by the enemy, Mandalorian insurgents led by the ex-bounty hunter Boba Fett and a man in silver armor. What they don’t know is that Migs is Stewjonian. But how can he keep it a secret when Mand’alor Djarin and Boba Fett decide to try and court their prisoner? Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/71337446/chapters/185640006

Setting Souls Aflame

Just a quick Update!

I've re-ordered the Series and added some more info on specific fics.

Ner Stewjoni'ad: Dark Path, will remain as a Oneshot. I have no interest in delving deeper into that fic. The idea was interesting, but this is as far as it goes. Because this series is more about Community and Family. I want to keep it that way.

I'll be re-writing Ner Parjai as well to make it more coherrent with the rest of the series.

Olarom Yaim Ch 4 WIP

Walking further into the organized chaos of the food stalls Obi-wan let his nose lead him to their next target. The stall was set up with a flat grill and a Zabrak, with dark tan skin and golden blonde hair that was pulled back into a braid, stood behind it. Some of it had come loose and was curled around their horns, sticky due to the heat of the grill. Wielding two spatulas they quickly flicked their wrists to turn over a bunch of chopped meat, ensuring that it didn’t burn. Setting a domed lid over top of it they turned to give him and Quinlan a wide smile.

“Olarom! Mayen gar copaani!” ‘Welcome! Anything you want!’ The offer was as obvious as it was sincere and it made Obi-wan once more question how anyone could think all Mando’ade were greedy brutes who only wanted credits and to do violence. He’d always found them to be generous and kind, in their own gruff way.

Reading the small sign the vendor had hanging behind them he looked over the optins and quickly spied what he wanted. “Solus ori’skraan, nerf bal vorpan’oye bat nadi’shun. Majyc draluram, gedet’ye.” ‘One large order with nerf and vegetables over noodles. Extra flavor, please.’

The Zabrak glanced at Quinlan, who was leaning over his shoulder and watching their hands, and grinned. “Pare sol!” ‘Wait a moment.’

“So… what’s this then?” Quin asked, seeming fascinated by how quickly and cleanly the mando’ad was able to scoop up the cooked meat and deposit it on a plate with plain grains. They topped it with a dark reddish brown sauce before hitting a bell on the counter.

Time to continue being a menace by writing up delicious food! Another reason I had a hard time getting back into this fic was because someone kept coming into the Comments and Bookmarks to insult all the food I was writing about. Saying it was all just "American Slop" or "Americanized." Ignoring that Mando'ade are made of Hundreds of sentient species that would bring their own cuisine to their new Clans. But I have friends from many different cultures who have shared their family recipes with me and I was given permission to use in this fic. Some are from Korea, Taiwan, and Japan. Others are Ukranian, British, Indian, and Scottish. To boil everything down to "American Slop" because you Falsely Believe me to be an "American," is pretty damn petty and ignorant.

The Once and Future King Ch 14 WIP

It took three days longer than expected for Bes’goran Woor’demar to reforge his helmet.

On the first day the Bes’goran spent studying the internal workings and asking Din about the technologies inside, making sure he didn’t interrupt anything by mistake. Then he focused on learning the style and shape.

“It almost feels like I’m snooping.” Woor’demar said with a chuckle. “This design is very specific to the Djarin Clan and technically I shouldn’t be interfering with that. But I agree, and they most likely would as well, that this is an unforeseen circumstance. You can’t leave without your buy’ce and to accept an inferior one, even for the interim, would dishonor us both.”

Unable to sit still and just wait while the bes’goran worked on his helmet Din offered to help with basic chores around the forge. He used to help his buir and ba’buir the same way. Woor’demar had taken one look at his earnest face and smiled, asking him to sweep the floors first.

During the entire re-forging process Woor’demar spoke. He spoke about old myths and legends. Teaching stories and songs. Even historical accounts used as examples to explain each part of the Resol’nare and why it was so important.

Over the course of those three days Din felt almost adrift in time and space. There were no windows into the shop and the vents that let out the heat of the forge were bent, specifically so no one could look inside. Bes’goran’e were secretive about their methods and gawkers were not only unwelcome but often shot on sight.

Tarre also required his attention, often calling him over to sit and meditate or to explain some other new aspect of the Force.

At night Din would sleep in an extra cot Woor’demar kept for those waiting on repairs. The sounds and heat of the forge were a familiar comfort and he slept soundly.

Fun Easter Egg for anyone who reads my other work; Woor'demar Beslaar is the name of Obi-wan's Mandalorian buir in the Setting Souls Aflame series!

I really wish that people would stop calling me an American.

Just because I speak English doesn't automatically mean I'm in the US. How ignorant can you be?

I don't care about real world Politics either. This is a Fanfiction Author account! Shove it up your arse.

This space is for Escaping from reality!

So if you're here to escape too- welcome! Pull up a chair, I'll get you some tea or coffee and snacks. Be sure to drink some water and stretch between chapters!

I'll be posting some new WIPs soon!

What happens when a god dies?

"Tell me," he said quietly as his legs dangled over the edge of the abyss. "What do you think happens when a god dies?"

The light of the setting sun burned brightly but she couldn't look away from that sagging figure if she'd tried. Shoulders that once held up the world were shrunken and drawn inward. Expressionless face pale and gaunt. Eyes that once held an entire universe of color in their gaze dulled to a cold black.

"I don't know." Her lips uttered without her consent.

A faint chuckle, the bare exhalation of breath, but it sounded so loud in the ringing silence. A tired smile twitched at the edges of his once handsome mouth. "Neither do I." Slowly pulling his legs back over the ledge he stood, his back to the gaping maw of nothingness. "Luckily we won't be finding out today."

With each step he took towards her she felt the ice cold fear around her heart slowly recede. By the time he was standing before her she could finally breathe again.

Placing a hand on her shoulder he gently squeezed it in reassurance, his fingers thin and brittle. Turning away he shambled back into the shining hall behind her, the doors opening and closing a moment later with the creak of ancient wood.

Staring past the railing at the void below she nervously licked her dry lips. The darkness deepened as the sun finally sank beneath the horizon, leaving her with the faint light of the stars for company.

A chill spread along her skin, causing the hair on her arms to rise. But there was no wind. "What happens when a god dies?" She whispered to the night.

But the night held no answers. Only silence and the feeling of dread weighing heavy upon her.

Why did you stop? Part 2

Time for another "Why did you stop writing that fanfic?" This time it's Olarom Yaim.

Why did I stop writing it?

You can only be called a Racist so many times before you give the fuck up.

"Why were you called a Racist?"

Because the fanfic features Mandalorians being nice to Obi-wan, who speaks Mando'a and is recognized as one of them. But are wary of Quinlan, who cannot speak Mando'a and is walking around with Obi-wan. And also has hidden weapons on his person.

In this series Stewjonians are considered a part of the Mandalorian Empire. A Protected Group that any Mandalorian Warrior would want to help and watch over. On top of that Obi-wan is wearing the colors of a Scion of House Kenobi, who are well known and well respected.

I was giving Quinlan the respect he deserves as someone Competent and dangerous. If a Mandalorian considers you Dangerous, then they are giving you a Compliment. They are a Warrior Culture. Quinlan is also very obviously not a Stewjonian or a Mandalorian. Something they can sense through the Manda or the Force.

But Quinlan has dark skin so this immediately makes me a Racist. Ignoring that a lot of Mandalorians also have darker skin, including a lot of my own personal OCs. And ignoring that in canon Quinlan was such a badass he survived both Falling to the darkside and the Clone Wars. Or the fact that I personally write him as Obi-wan's older brother figure who has a mutual relationship of care, affection, and respect.

Being harassed got very old very quickly. I even had to leave an entire Discord Server because I was being stalked and harried in every single conversation. I was given no recourse, no moment to catch my breath, no moment to explain that it was clearly a misunderstanding.

So now the fic, that was meant to be a fun exploration of Mandalorian culture headcanons with Obi-wan and Quinlan, sits there. 2-3 chapters away from being finished. And I refuse to even look at it right now because of the anxiety it brings me.

Feel free to Inbox me asking about different Fanfics and why they haven't been updated in a while. The answers may surprise you.

Fuck, I love my siblings and husband!

They all pooled their money to buy me a new PC! Because they knew my laptop was dying. 😭

No more losing chapters because they didn't save properly. No more random crashes or bs ""Updates"" that only ruin my computer further because he's too old.

It has 2 Terabytes of space! I don't have to delete old chapters anymore!

So there's a Flood warning going on near where I live. While I'm pretty sure my home won't be hit, my sisters both live in places close to where the water tends to get high. I'm very worried about them and their families right now.

Last time this happened we had large mudslides down the nearby mountains and the rivers completely washed out the highways. Scary stuff.

There's also been a few times where our power shut off or flickered a bunch. So I may be offline for a time if things get bad.

It foesn't help that I'm currently sick as a dog.

Update: All the highways leading out of town are closed now. There were rockslides and the river flooded.

Christmas Crafting

Just so you guys can see what I do when I'm not writing.

Shawl for my mum. Nearly done the first half!

I made a sweater for a little girl when she was 3, it became her favourite thing. Her mother gave me the sweater back after she grew out of it so I could Recycle the yarn. Last year was a Backpack. This year is a Scarf and matching Purse.

That not-so-little girl has a younger brother now. Apparently he loves green. So a green scarf for him!

Making an Amigurumi Victorian Espeon plush for my sister S. (I have many sisters. Lol) To go with all the Nightmare Before Christmas things I bought her.

I have other gifts but those family members are following my accounts so I won't put them here. Lol

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"They blocked me! That just proves they're a weirdo who likes horrible things!"

Or it could be that I am tired of being insulted and no longer care to hear it. Go peddle your delusions somewhere else.

If I was outside and you were throwing insults at me from a street corner, that would be within your right. As long as you didn't make any threats or come toward me, since those can be seen as an attack, which is illegal.

However! If I go home and put on my headphones to listen to music and drown you out; that does not give you the right to burst into my home, rip off my headphones, and yell more insults in my face.

The Internet might be a free for all forum, generally, but everyone has the right to block someone they don't agree with.

You're insulting me? You're insulting someone else but it's for something I also do? Hell, maybe the way you type just annoys me.

Doesn't matter. It is everyone's right to block and not be bothered by things they don't like.

Block me in kind and move on.

Updates

Still working on fanfics, but it's going really slowly. It's Christmas Crafting season right now. So a lot of my energy is going towards gift making for my family.

Future Updates; That Infernal Inquisitor Another Chance Re-write Ch 2 Captured in Their Embrace Mysterious Ways Rex Fortis

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