#before luke

[musewrangler]

And her Father stumbled. Lord Vader actually stumbled. Piett realized then that it was her power not his Sith commander's which was causing this.

Karking hells.

“Princess…” he said, managing to get to his feet. She may be royal and possessed with this strange power, but she was also a teenager who needed grounding. Comfort.

She blinked and the oppression in the room lightened.

“I’m apparently not a princess, Captain,” she said, icy calm in her wrath now. “I am the bastard child of this….”

“You are NOT!” Lord Vader’s voice rumbled behind her, and the room trembled again. Piett hoped that the Lady’s structural integrity could handle the conflict between father and daughter.

“Your mother and I married in secret,” he continued. "You are our daughter. And I did not abandon you. I thought you dead until a year ago. Then I hunted you as discreetly as possible. The Captain has helped to find you.”

Piett watched her take this in, her shoulders heaving with her deep breaths as though she had been sprinting.

[stealingpotatoes]

ok what if, thanks to giving birth to two quarter-force/eldritch skywalkers, padmé wound up as a force ghost (but only said eldritch skywalkers could see her)

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[that1nerd-20]

When a fanfic writer puts a nickname you think Is icky in their smut fic

[ruegarding]

that scene in tlo where thalia tells percy he can't start feeling sorry for luke bc luke made his choices. and thalia reveals that the reason they couldn't make it to camp in time for all of them to make it to camp was bc luke kept picking fights. and annabeth never saw this as wrong bc luke was her hero. so thalia had to pick up the pieces. and percy thinking both that luke was put in a cruel position and that luke was putting others in a cruel position. and percy is the only character who understood both sides of luke bc annabeth sees only the best of him and thalia sees only the worst. and that's why percy is the prophecy kid and the one who gives luke the knife. bc annabeth had spent the entire series essentially giving luke the knife when he didn't deserve it. and thalia was never going to give luke the knife. but percy is the only one who can see exactly when luke deserves the knife.

[ladywhistleballs]

This is exactly how I picture them after colin and pen married 😂

[wileycap]

AITA for striking my (M43) son (M20) when he rejected me as his father?

I understand that the title might have you thinking the worst, but please hear me out.

I didn't have a relationship with my son for basically all his life. This was due to my circumstances at the time: I went through a major personal tragedy and was severely injured, to the point of being on life support. To this day I have a lot of issues with my health.

I recently reconnected with my son. I immediately invited him to meet my boss (M92), in hopes that I could set him up with a job opportunity. I feel that this is significant. As far as I know, my son has been working in menial jobs in agriculture, but then apparently chose to leave that life and - to my shock - join a criminal syndicate.

I felt as if getting a good government job would be a way to turn over a new leaf in his life, especially given his past. However, he immediately became combative. I attempted to give him some guidance in managing his emotions, but he rejected that as well.

I'm sad to say that the argument became physical. Some blows were exchanged, but in the end, I was angry enough to strike him. I immediately felt very bad, and decided to offer him the government job on the spot. He rejected me again, and chose to leave very abruptly. I haven't had any contact with him since.

So, AITA?

Edit: Yes, I admit that to call it striking him was an understatement. To clarify, I cut off his hand.

Edit: However, I feel like it should be stated that I myself am a quadruple amputee and we have excellent healthcare.

Edit: I did not immediately identify myself as his father when we met. I think this was my mistake. I think he would have been much more receptive of my message had I done so. As it stands I only told him of our relationship after I had struck him.

Edit: My wife is not in the picture. To my knowledge she passed before his birth.

[keylimeart]

could i interest you in my space regency au

[swedenis-h]

Star Wars art dump!

[mulderscully]

He's got too much of his father in him.

[kraftykelpie]

Uncle Cody! He has my whole heart (and so does Luke. I contain multitudes)

[galactic-rhea]

i had this on my pc for ages, in fact i started this before i had even watched all the movies and i never posted it because i thought it wasn't very worth of posting, but since is block day, i suppose here it is nfdjkdf (of course after actually watching all the movies, i modified some of the dialog here so they would be in character sjdsjs)

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[musewrangler]

Leia felt utterly sick and it wasn’t just because of the stun blast that had hit her moments after she’d sent Artoo away with Threepio. The little droid had been cursing bitterly the whole way, but he understood the urgency of what he’d carried and had absolutely bullied Threepio toward the escape pods.

She had to hope that she had bought them enough time to get off ship.

She sat now in a detention cell aboard an Imperial Star Destroyer, bouncing a knee and rubbing at her dirtied senatorial robes.

Was Bail alive?

How many had died at Scarif?

Her crew—her loyal people on the Tantive IV…

Tears pricked her eyes at this. She had seen so many bodies as she was hauled through the corridors of the faithful old vessel—now damaged beyond repair.

But—

Somehow that Rogue group had managed to get the Death Star plans through the blockade. Against all odds they had done it and given their lives in the process.

She would do no less.

[stealingpotatoes]

i know anakin and padme both having curly hair while luke & leia's is straight is more of an era/actors thing, but it's also really funny to imagine the twins having naturally curly hair and just doing this before every scene:

[smile-files]

henry's beard

[abyssyby]

I need an aftermath of the watermelon seed incident🥹 please

ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ: HAHAHA i've sat on this for a bit, but the wrath the biggies would have to face isn't from sylus, it's actually from mama. thank you so much for all the love on the first one! please enjoy this hehe <3

sylus & his family | sylus x reader | comfort, fluff boydad&husband!sylus, mom!reader, bigbrother!luke&kieran, how mama grounds the family when they all fly off the handle ╰┈➤ part one — littles on: watermelon seeds

on a good day, home would be two little boys running to you to wrap themselves around your legs and sing strings of "welcome home, mama!" and "hi mama! hi!"s. no matter how long or short your trip away would be.

today is not a good day. today, home is your husband calling your name from the kitchen. where you find a picture reminiscent of days when your newborns would sob, and sylus would shush and rock them to safety.

kyros's hics and cries fill your ears. lucian is running back and forth like a headless chicken around his father's legs so fast that sylus is stomping around like a giant trying to avoid stepping on him.

your first course of action is to take the wailing wronged one from his arms. which he gladly gives while he goes to pick up the one zooming around in distress, before he runs into the wall.

"ky—"

"mama..." kyros whimpers, all cried out, voice raw and scratchy from coughing so much. your heart aches. he speaks as if he'd given up. as if he's waiting for the end. "i eat a deed. gon'espode."

"a deed?" you kiss his brow, wipe his tears. take your sleeve to your palm and squeeze his snotty nose. you cue for him to follow your breathing, just as he tries to explain himself.

he takes a few breaths, and then nods, "wodameyn."

"ah." you release a sigh of relief. on the phone, it had sounded rough—the twins sobbing, sylus's voice, his attempts at soothing the children overpowered by lucian's insistence that the big twins were never wrong (untrue, by the way). "let me see?"

he opens his mouth. you frown at the redness of his tonsils. sylus winces too when he and lucian come closer to look.

discreetly, your hand travels to a plate perched on the edge of a table. its watermelons still intact, your nails dig out a single seed. you make a show of tilting his chin, looking up and down his teeth. humming like you're actually discovering something.

"keero okay, mama?" lucian asks. each syllable wobbles with concern.

"oh!" you tilt his head down. use your other hand with the hidden seed and swipe the wall of his cheek with your nail lightly. as you take it out, you show him the seed he "ate" on the tip of your finger. "here it is."

kyros jumps, eyes wide as he slaps his mouth closed with both hands. never once has he felt such relief in his two and a half years.

"all better, angel?" you ask, ruffling his hair and placing a kiss on his forehead. he nods quietly. "let's get you something for your throat. then maybe we can talk about how plants grow, hm?"

he gets a bottle of warm milk, lucian too. tired from all the crying they've done, they take a premature nap. sylus allows it, despite them having to sleep through lunchtime.

and sylus—oh, he's in awe of you. he feels like he's watched a goddess come down to earth to perform a miracle. like you'd just bested a hurricane. like you'd leveled a city to the ground with barely a drop of sweat off your brow.

he's staring at you as you exit the twins' room. doesn't waste a second to engulf you in his embrace and plant the most tender kiss on your mouth he has ever given you all day. "amazing. you're amazing." is all he can say.

you don't get to respond before he's worshipping you in the ways you deserve.

𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

lucian wakes first. stomach grumbling from his missed meal.

he wriggles out of his blanket. climbs out of his crib, balances on his belly on its edge for a moment, and crawls into kyros's (a heartstopping treat for you to find later in mephisto's baby-cam recordings). "keero."

"huh," kyros murmurs, slapping away the hand that tickles his nose.

"keero, hungy." lucian insists. sure that if he's feeling it, then his brother must be too.

always one to agree with his twin, kyros mutters a "'kay." and sits up slowly. bleary eyes barely making sense of the shape of his twin before him.

"papa..." he all but cries, and sylus is already coming through the door to pick them up.

sylus pauses at seeing both in one bed. he wonders how lucian got out of his crib and into kyros's, but thinks that's a can of worms he doesn't want to open right now. no, today is for watermelons.

each son gifted a kiss, sylus walks them to the kitchen and straps them in their high chairs for a late lunch.

the lights were dimmer than usual, illuminating their papa's solemn features more... eerily than they can comprehend now. but the coldness on his face is thawed by how gently he handles them. brushing sleep-mussed hair away from their eyes, placing their bibs around their neck.

their visions are obstructed by their father's hulking form. so they only see the two figures under a harsh interrogation light kneeling before them when sylus stands and walks away.

behind the two, their mama stands guard in the dark, arms over her chest. the look on her face is the same as the one she gives them when they make a mess or do something naughty. but this time, it's not for them...

"we're sorry for telling you you're going to explode," kieran, the sensible one, you'd argue, starts. head bowed, his hair a mess from abruptly removing his mask and hood, right helix an angry red. with the way his words shudder, he's clearly been through horrors. "watermelon seeds don't do that."

"seeds only grow with water and sunlight and..." luke clears his throat, a matching throbbing mark on his opposite ear. trying to recall a script wasn't as easy when a wrathful boss-mama was looming over him. "and your inside bellies don't have that."

"we were meanies, and we're sorry, little bosses."

it's a wonder how the scene doesn't terrify the children. specially when they look behind them to see papa with the same look on his face as you. looming, ominous, scary.

but kyros sniffles, first to make sense of things. "you lie-ded?

luke winces. "yes. we thought it was silly."

lucian shakes his head. he chastises, so close to his father's tone it's haunting, "is not, wook."

"i know." luke nods. kieran bows lower. "sorry, boys."

"it 'kay, mama save me." kyros says, leaning forward on his chair and reaching for them. "no more espode."

"you don't..." luke sighs, standing on his feet (after receiving a nod from you) and lifting kyros in an embrace. "did you cry, roro?"

"a-huh." he nods, flopping over his shoulder, as their hugs go. "wa'scary."

luke nods, smiling bitterly. hating how what they thought was a harmless prank had gotten out of hand. "well, you were brave."

kieran had collected lucian in his arms too, under the watchful glare of sylus. listening to how lucian tried to explain his despair, how he was so scared of seeing his little brother turn to fire-bits and chunks.

but as such, the littles go without their high-chairs to enjoy their meals, preferring to sit on their brother's laps instead. all forgiven and forgotten.

because as much as they are terrorized by their biggies, they know that they'll always be loved. and what they'll figure later, is that for every prank they cannot yet match, mama is always there to even out the score.

hehehe thanks for reading! ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)

✧˚ ⋆｡ part one | read more with the little twins here || more sylus thoughts ✧˚ ⋆｡

[spaceistheplaceart]

im still playing through plvspw.... and having fun w it hehe