Sorry, I’m not up to date on the details of Star Wars outside the movies, but was R2-D2, like, Leia’s droid between the Prequels and the Original Trilogy? Whatever the case, I think I might need it to happen in a crack fic.
Because I’ve suddenly imagined R2-D2 accompanying Leia to her Senate meetings. In reality, it would probably be very dangerous for R2 and Leia. But I think it would be perfect for a crack fic.
Like, just imagine if Leia and R2 are just strolling around the halls of the Senate, with Leia ranting to R2 about something or other. And then bump into an older Senator by accident. And at first it’s all pleasantries and apologies, but then the older Senator takes one look at R2, turns a color that is not a good color for their people to turn, and then says in utter horror, “IT’S YOU!”
Because surely there must be older Senators out there from before the Empire, who remember that horrible little nightmare droid who tailed those awful Jedi around and occasionally Senator Amidala. (Like, there must be people out there who witnessed R2 blow up a building or even straight-up kill someone.)
And Leia’s like, “What? You know my droid?”
And the Senator’s got a hand over their heart, both to soothe themselves and a little protectively, and says, “My dear, I couldn’t forget that thing if I was dead. That’s the little bastard who set me on fire! Granted, it was an accident and it saved Senator Amidala’s life again, but still. She was far too fond of it! That and that debonair Jedi it belonged to!”
And Leia lights up immediately because oho, this is interesting. Meanwhile R2 is basically swearing up a storm trying to push her away. And the Senator has an expression on their face like, “Oh, damn, I shouldn’t have said that.”
Anyway, Leia accidentally figures out who her parents were because R2 is a memorable asshole that old politicians still see in their nightmares.
Taking one quote from the prequels and running with it all the way to space. Also, combined a couple of requests from a while ago. 😊
So let’s say Bo-Katan manages to drag Din’s ass into taking on the title of Mand’alor after many escape attempts and threats. She sends Cara, Boba Fett, Fennec, anyone to drag his stubborn ass back.
None of them manage to catch him. So as last resort, Bo-Katan gets the Armorer and it takes one parental disapproving look from her and Din comes back like a resigned puppy with his tail between his legs. (Paz is laughing his ass off in the background).
Many mandalorians come to challenge him for the dark saber, and with a long suffering sigh, Din accepts. Unfortunately for him, he ends up winning.
The challengers are like: “omg, this Mand’alor is so strong, we stan 😍” even after they got their asses handed by Din.
Word spreads about the many achievement Din accomplished to the point people basically make poetry about him, and Din hates it so much that to blow off some steam he takes on more bounty jobs and ditches his responsibilities. Royalty isn’t meant to take on jobs such as bounty hunting, right? What a great opportunity to stain his image.
Din takes a bounty. Turns out, it involved some imps, and of course Din does the job, and of course mandalorians hear about it and are like “omg, our Mand’alor is so cool he took down imps on his own, we stan 😍😍”
His next move is to ditch important plans and meetings with important people to later hide at Luke’s jedi academy to be with his son. Luke doesn’t mind. He gets a call from Leia demanding to speak with Mando, but Luke, not really involved with politics so he doesn’t realize that Mando is a big deal right now, tells her he’s spending time with his son. After that, word spreads about the Mand’alor postponing his duties to take care of his foundling. The mandalorians, having a sacred creed about foundlings, are like “omg, our Mand’alor is such a dilf, we stan 😍😍😍”
Din hides at Boba’s palace. Boba won’t treat him differently, plus he gives goods drinks.
But of course, mandalorians find out and “Omg our Mand’alor is so cool he hangs out with criminals and does hot mandalorian shit 😍😍😍😍😍”
The people who’ve meet Din during his bounty hunting days begin to make stories about him.
“Mando is flawless.”
“I heard his beskar armour’s insured for 10000 credits.”
“I heard he does modelling commercials…in Nevarro.”
“One time he meet Luke Skywalker in an imperial cruiser and he ( THE Luke Skywalker ) told him he was pretty.”
“One time he punched me in the face…it was awesome.”
Din is SO pissed, because no matter what he does, people APPROVE of him. He could literally shot a random dude for no reason and everyone would worship him. He could kick someone’s ass for no reason, and the person would thank Din and ask his hand in marriage because what a fcking priviledge to be punched by the Mand’alor. He could literally start a war and the mandalorians would follow him which is really concerning and he doesn’t like the thought of having that much power. But the more he tries to avoid his responsibilities, the more people seem to like him.
So Din, reluctantly accepts his fate, and becomes a regular guest at Boba’s palace to get drunk twice a week and bitch about his life while the rest of the squad is in between pity him and laugh at him.
My dream au is where the Jedi are slightly up and to the left of normal. Beyond what they already are. Maybe they are a bit genre aware/meta. Just Jedi being the crazy space wizards that normal people are like ‘be polite but don’t invite them for dinner’.
Oh man, I love fics in which people who have supernatural/magical abilities are just… unnerving to ordinary people… either because their behavior really is a couple steps to the left of what’s considered “normal” or because they have decidedly nonhuman physical attributes. (I’m not really writing MCU fic anymore, but Asgardians! You gotta write Asgardians as a little freaky, because they’re magic and also aliens and also semi-immortal, so they’ve gotta be weird.)
I’m not really writing Star Wars atm (at least SW with lots of particularly Force-attuned Jedi), but things that would be unnerving off the top of my head (do I sound like I care “how the Force works”?):
Jedi almost always react to something several seconds before anyone else. (In TCW, I imagine the clones roll with this immediately.)
To the point where some particularly precognitive Jedi answer particularly strong thoughts before they’re said aloud.
No, apologizing doesn’t really help, actually.
Jedi making casual comments displaying a high degree of psychometric ability (the psychic ability to read an object’s history through touch) or postcognition (ability to divine the past).
No, deep-cleaning your house won’t help. They know where that’s been. They know where everything’s been.
Jedi making casual conversation with non-sapient creatures.
Jedi being better at predicting the weather than any technology.
This is more annoying than anything else if they have this ability and keep not checking the weather anyway, or straight-up keep failing to inform you that it’s going to rain later.
Jedi using technology from across the room.
They can and they will thoughtlessly flip a switch from across the room, without dropping the conversation. No, their technology isn’t all automatic. It’s them casually using the Force.
Jedi displaying more physical awareness of your body and your surroundings than you yourself.
“Sorry, you were going to bump your head.”
Jedi who are powerful empaths always know your real mood.
“Sorry, you were projecting. Is everything okay?”
Jedi casually knowing what’s going on in the next room or making a comment that makes you realize they can eavesdrop on every conversation in a fifty meter radius.
They know it’s rude. It’s mostly unintentional.
Jedi floating, like, at all.
ESPECIALLY WHEN IT’S AN ACCIDENT.
HOW DO YOU FLOAT BY ACCIDENT???
It’s really no wonder that the Jedi Council stresses control, because an open connection to the Force could be brutal on a person’s mental, emotional, and physical stability. (I’m still a little ticked we didn’t get overloaded, slam-dunked into the Force, out-of-control Rey in TLJ.) Jedi culture in the Temple must have been pretty interesting, from the standpoint of a building full of people with superpowers. I know the clones in TCW aren’t, like, paid, but that just means they’re definitely not paid enough to deal with this Jedi bullshit.
share with us an Armorer headcanon please thank u
Just one???
I can’t do that. Have these.
The Armorer’s pronouns vary among their foundlings and the covert. They use all pronouns, so each person sort of lands on one or a few that feels right. Din calls them she/her, but freaks out when other people he knows call them that because that’s HIS set and people outside the covert don’t understand that; they just keep calling them his ‘mom.’ He is deeply offended on the Armorer’s behalf. They do not care that much.
The only exception to this is that when orders are given out, they want a ‘yes, sir’ and nothing less.
The Armorer has tried to poison Elder Vizsla (Paz’s grandparent) on no fewer than four occasions.
The Armorer is very close to their Second in Command, Eegang. Eegang reciprocates the closeness, but also is subject to some of the Armorer’s innermost thoughts, many of which make him check over his shoulders at least twice a day.
The Armorer only drinks clear liquor.
They love all of their children (including the estranged ones), but get along best with Din and Shimmol (their youngest daughter) because those two do such stupid and wild shit so seriously that it makes them laugh.
The Armorer’s sleep schedule is less of a schedule and more of a pile of hours with a label on them that says ‘sleep?’
They met Jango once. They were not impressed.
They only know about Jedi because they were once weirdly invested in Obi-Wan and Satine Kryze’s affairs as covered by Mandalorian tabloids.
They consider Grogu their grandchild.
They are interested in Luke and are trying to figure out if he is going to try to seduce Din into an affair (see: Obi-Wan and Satine Tabloid Stories).
They have already adopted Boba and Fennec without having met them.
This is what I have for now. I will ruminate on this further.
Boba Fett Being A Trigger-Happy Little Shit OR Darth Vader Being A Fucking Spoilsport, depending on who you ask
my cruel request is for this to happen at least once
Because I keep forgetting this headcanon and need to remind myself:
The Armorer studies the fighting style of all the Mandalorians in their covert. Each one she watches, notes their strengths and weaknesses, and adjusts their armor accordingly as resources allow. All warriors are unique, and despite their many strengths, all have at least one weakness that could prove fatal. She realizes early on that Din Djarin always tends to lead with his right shoulder and consequently takes most of his hits there (check out chapters 1, 2, and 12 for starters, I think there’s more as well). So when he brings back an ingot of pure beskar, it’s not just idle fancy that leads her to immediately make him a right pauldron first off.
The vod has a blind spot the size of a bantha over this shoulder, she thinks as she forges the gleaming beskar. But perhaps I can help him keep this arm yet.
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY TO DARTH DAD | Illustrations by Jeffrey Brown