Tag: mace windu

gffa:

I GOT ABOUT FOUR PAGES INTO THIS STORY AND IMMEDIATELY WAS READY TO CRY FROM FEELINGS ABOUT MACE WINDU.

He wanders past a little girl in trouble and he can help, so he does, crouching down to smile gently at her, and reassures her and sees her safely back home. It’s not a complicated story, it’s meant for kids, about how you might feel worthless, some people might make you feel that way, but they’re wrong.  Not everyone feels that way.

But it’s full of feelings about how little gestures can help give someone believe in themselves when they need it, how this little girl took his words into her heart and trusted that if a Jedi could think she was worthwhile, then she could believe it, too.

THIS IS THE MACE CONTENT WE DESERVE.

Star Wars Adventures #12, “A Small Push”
written by Scott Peterson
illustrated by Mauricet, Valentina Pinto

I had a vision! – Chapter 1 – NyeLung – Star Wars – All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

lilyrose225writes:

nyelung:

Ok, you know the “Mace Windu unfucks the Timeline”-AU that was started by @suzukiblu ? Well, you should. Because it’s awesome. And this fic is based on it. It’s time travel, Mace Windu, bad humour, Anakin as Windu’s Padawan and more. Also, there’s Jango Fett and possibly polyamory. You know, because.

just gonna drop this here

…because you can never have too much MACE WINDU UNFUCKING THE TIMELINE

I had a vision! – Chapter 1 – NyeLung – Star Wars – All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

elfpen:

this wasn’t one of the star wars prompts but a friend and I were talking about lightsaber duels today and I wrote this 

The
dojo observation balcony was packed to capacity, masters and padawans pressed
shoulder to shoulder, younger initiates jumping up on tip-toe and crawling
through forests of legs to get a better view by the railing. No one dared try
and spectate from the dojo floor itself. Whether this collective decision was
made out of respect or sense of self-preservation, no one could say.

None
of them had known about the duel until about an hour ago, when the fight had
begun. But whether by word of mouth or sense in the Force, Jedi from all over
the Temple, from initiates to High Councilors, had trickled in to watch. The
exhibition did not disappoint.

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the stars are going out + mace windu/ponds?

transboba:

‘ sir? you’ll want to come see this. ‘ 

windu is up and out of his tent in a fraction of a second; he’s been with the clones for all of a few weeks now, and they’re men of business, efficient and line-form and kamino-made, and they wouldn’t wake him up ( well. wake him up would imply he was doing more in the means of sleep than staring up at the roof of his tent ) without a reason for it. 

his lightsaber’s a fraction of a second from activated when he realizes there’s no … urgency in his men, none of that tug-to-danger he’s noted they feel when they reach for their guns and walkers with a lethal efficiency that sometimes leaves a chill down his spine. 

( have we made men or weapons? he asked yoda once, watching them drill, and his old master just shook his head, mood unreadable to windu. )

but … there’s no urgency, no adrenaline-rush fear, not even the sharp to-attention mood they have when there’s a commanding officer at deck or they’re receiving orders. instead, there’s just … awe. 

for one of the first times, he’s seeing them without their helmets, all of them discarded by feet or tucked safely under arms or cradled against chests like a child’s comfort animal, and it takes him a second to realize that the odd thing about that isn’t seeing them without their helmets, it’s that he can see them at all. 

it should be the dead of night, after all, so why does it seem like the sun is out?

the light wavers and fluctuates and flickers, and windu follows his commander’s eyes and his raised hand up to the sky duly, and even his eyes widen imperceptibly for what he sees. 

maybe he should’ve checked the star charts, seen that given this planet’s location, there would be several supernovae visible tonight, but there’s something very different about seeing that in mathematical equation and seeing it happen. 

‘ the stars are going out, ‘ whispers the trooper by his shoulder – no, whispers ponds, his name is ponds, and mace realizes, with a startle, that none of them have jango fett’s face, anymore. ponds and stak and razor and punchline – illuminated by the light of dying stars, they’re all so clearly their own.