#Lightsabers are Always Loaded

[jedidryad]

It’s not about  being prepared for a fight.

After a couple of painful exchanges between our OTP, here is a segment from the early days of Lightsabers are Always Loaded when they were on much friendlier footing...perhaps even some shy flirting.

I shouldn’t have been surprised to hear from Skywalker after the rooftop gift and the request to join him at the reception, but I was. Despite his general acceptance, I couldn’t imagine him seeking me out after I’d threatened him so many times. He was calm, patient, and forgiving with seemingly everyone, but I couldn’t imagine that being anymore than simply his approach to the galaxy rather than something particularly aimed at me.

I couldn’t imagine him wanting to be a friend.

Still, the first sparring session had gone well. Like on Wayland, he’d shared what he’d learned over the years, and I shared the techniques I’d been taught. 

I’d been tentative at first. While I’d learned a couple of different saber fighting styles, my training had been much different from the friendly sparring session Skywalker described in his invitation. I’d been trained to attack and to sabotage, not to spar. I’d used the saber as a tool as well as a weapon. I’d done most of my fighting with remotes, and the few times I had been called before Palpatine to fight another agent, severe injuries were common.

“I don’t want to cut off your other arm,” I blurted at one point when Skywalker asked why I was holding back.

“Then don’t.” he answered with a smile that did not fade in the wake of my dark and menacing expression.

He admitted he also hadn’t done a lot of sparring as part of his early training, but he had found records of practice forms and routines that he wanted to try. 

I was very skeptical. C’Baoth and Luuke hadn’t exactly followed any particular lightsaber forms when attacking us, and I doubted Vader had cared all that much about the precision of Skywalker’s technique when chasing him through the tunnels on Bespin.

“It’s not about being prepared for a fight,” he reminded me, “It’s like target practice.”

Fair enough. As he led me through the first form, I tried to drop my cynicism - and not lop off any of either of our limbs.

Over the next few weeks we worked through the various moves and techniques, and Skywalker was right. The repetition and precision of the forms allowed us to hone our skills. Positions and moves became instinctive, and, with time, I felt myself relax into it.

We spent hours almost dancing across the workout spaces together as we got the movements down.

“Good.” He told me one afternoon, “You’re getting better at staying out of your mind and being present in the Force.”

“Oh that’s not it,” I brushed off his praise, “I just stopped caring about preserving your arms and legs.”

He chuckled, “Well it’s working for you.”

[fullbattleregalia]

Really enjoying the extra dialogue you get from the crew by revisiting planets - especially the extra conversations between Merrin and Cal.

It’s all little stuff - getting to know each other and fleshing out the world.

I got so caught up in the intensity of the plot my first play through that I kinda speed ran it by accident and missed a lot.

[mandos-mind-trick]

F*** Diplomacy

Summary: On another relief mission, you find yourself in a sticky situation. Luckily there's a certain Commander to give you a hand.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, sorta sex pollen, aphrodisiacs, unprotected sex, grinding, clothed sex, growling, biting, brief blood, dirty talk, language, Wolffe being Wolffe, confession of feelings.

A/N: I wrote this in the bathroom during an IBS flare up so please forgive if it makes no sense. I am out of it like crazy but must share the smut with y'all because I have no self control.

MASTERLIST

You could laugh. You wouldn’t dare, though. Your sense of self-preservation is far too high to do something like that. 

It was no secret your commander hates relief missions. 

It's only natural your battalion was chosen to head another relief mission. You think Wolffe actually growled when the Generals ended the call. 

You know how much Wolffe hates relief missions. At least this time his favorite droid won't be going. There was no need for a protocol droid this time. You were delivering supplies and setting up shelters after a Separatist attack. The Republic needs the continued support of this particular planet due to its location near two critical hyperspace lanes, so you were going to help keep the Republic in good graces in the eyes of the inhabitants. 

You would have chosen anyone but Wolffe for this mission. 

The gruff commander wasn't exactly the most diplomatic, and you suppose that's why he'd grabbed you by the pack and hauled you onto the gunship with him and the rest of the Wolf Pack as you'd been loading up. 

It's also no secret you're the Wolf Pack's favorite medic. You had been graced with the sigil on your uniform not long after your reassignment to the 104th. You had been among the many medics shipped off to refill the ranks after the loss of most of the battalion. 

You'd been the one to hold Wolffe's head in your lap, staunching the bleeding after his unfortunate incident with the wrong end of a lightsaber. 

You'd been adopted into the Pack not long after, named their honorary medic despite your status as a civilian contractor. 

You tried not to blush as Wolffe all but lifted you into the gunship with one hand. You'd be lying if you said you weren't harboring a small crush on your commander. It was hard not to crush on any of them, but the gruff commander held a special place in your heart. Maybe it was the way he looked at you as you comforted him after he lost his eye, or maybe it was the way he kept you close whenever you were going to potentially dangerous areas. You know he still feels the loss of his original battalion to this day. 

The gunship rattles as it takes off, your hand lifting to hold one of the handles to keep yourself steady. You don't get off the cruiser often, but you're always excited when you do. You've always wanted to travel, to visit places all over the galaxy. Maybe that's what led you to join the GAR. 

You certainly don't regret it, even if it is hard sometimes.

You can feel Wolffe's arm brushing your side as you sway with the movements of the gunship. You're sure your cheeks are red by now and you're glad your back is to the rest of the Pack. You'd never hear the end of it. 

Wolffe exits the ship first when it lands, offering you a hand to help you down. You take it, even though you could make it easily yourself. 

You jump right into helping, working with the other medics to get the tent set up and ready to start treating any wounded villagers. You'd love to be able to watch Wolffe's attempts at diplomacy, but you are here to do a job. Ogling your commander is not part of that. 

***

You're kept busy throughout the day. Most of the injuries you see are minor. Many bandages and bacta patches later, you finally take a break. One of the villagers offers you a cup of warm liquid and you accept, not having had much of a break to eat or drink anything. The liquid is sweet and slightly tangy, coating your mouth and throat as you drink it, but it’s not unpleasant. 

You finish the liquid before making your way through the village. 

You find Wolffe gathered around the fire with the village leaders. It's colder on the planet than you would have expected with the sun out. You slip in between Wolffe and Sinker, taking in the warmth of the fire. 

Wolffe glances down at you as you settle in beside him, before he turns his gaze back to the village leaders. 

You sit and listen to them talk, your mind starting to wander a bit. You can feel the warmth of the bodies beside you, almost more than the fire in front of you. Something begins to tingle under your skin, making your hair stand on end. 

One of the village leaders is staring at you, her face focused. She's been staring at you for a while, no emotion or expression in her gaze. The attention is making you a bit uncomfortable, and you resist the urge to hide behind Wolffe. 

You begin to warm, a cramping feeling starting in your stomach. You press a hand to your abdomen right below your belly button. Maybe you're more hungry than you thought.

The ache in your stomach continues, progressively getting worse. You couldn't possibly be sick. There were no unknown diseases on this planet you could have been exposed to. You had drank whatever it was that woman had given you. Maybe that was causing your distress. 

"Excuse me." You say quietly as you step away, slipping through buildings until you're on the edge of the village. 

You brace a hand against the side of one of the buildings as another cramp spasms in your stomach. The air no longer feels cold as your body warms. Maybe you are sick. 

You take a few steps into the trees, not wanting to be sick where someone might see you. You take deep breaths, screwing your eyes closed. The last thing you need is to be sick during a diplomatic mission. 

Your ears pick up a sound in the distance, your brows furrowing. Curiosity gets the best of you and you follow the sound, walking through the trees.

You stop on the edge of a small clearing, your eyes widening. The woman that had given you the drink is pressed up against a tree, completely bare. There's a man behind her, snapping his hips into hers. Both of their eyes are closed, faces twisted in pleasure. 

Your face burns as you back away, breathing heavily. Kriff, you think. You had read something about this planet's mating seasons. The attack had happened right in the middle of one. 

Kriff. 

Your core throbs, your brain replaying the image of the man and woman over and over. The faces begin to shift, morphing into you and Wolffe. His hands gripping your hips, growling as he fucks into you. 

Oh kriff. 

You need to get on a gunship and back to the cruiser immediately. The drug could kill you if you're not careful. 

Your name is called, your eyes squeezing shut as you curse. Just who you don't want to see. You turn to him, probably looking as wild as you feel. Wide eyed, sweat dripping, legs trembling. Thank the maker he can't read your mind as he struts closer to you. 

You know he's big. You just know it. 

"Everything alright?" Wolffe asks, stopping a few feet in front of you. 

"I need to get to the med center on the cruiser." You say, voice shaking almost as much as your legs. 

He frowns, looking you over. "Are you sick?"

"I'm going to be." You murmur, swaying on your feet. 

You audibly whimper when Wolffe puts his hand on your shoulder, steadying you. His hand is so warm, the weight of it enough to send you spiraling into visions of him on top of you, those hands all over your body. You screw your eyes shut, not able to look at him anymore. 

"What's going on?" You can practically hear the growl in his voice. Slick floods your panties, soaking them right through. 

"It's mating season." You say, not brave enough to open your eyes. "They gave me an aphrodisiac." 

"What?" Wolffe asks in disbelief.

"This planet has mating seasons. They use aphrodisiacs to help. I drank one." You explain. "I didn't know what it was when she gave it to me."

His grip on your shoulder tightens, another whimper leaving your throat. You want him to squeeze your hips, your thighs, your ass. You want him to hold you so tightly he leaves bruises. You want him to sink his teeth into your throat and claim you as his-

You don't realize he's been talking. 

"I need help." You whimper. "I could die if I don't get something." The last word leaves you in a whine. You want a cock, you want Wolffe's cock inside you. 

"What can I do?" He asks. 

"I-I'm not in my right mind." You frown, eyes still closed. "I-I can't. I can't take advantage of you like that."

He steps closer. You can feel the warmth of him against your body. He's so close, his breath fanning your heated skin. "What if I want to."

You finally let your eyes open, your gaze meeting his. His brow is furrowed, gaze intense as he stares down at you. 

"Kriff, I've been waiting for you to ask me for a long time, mesh'la." He all but growls, the hand on your shoulder sliding down your arm. It leaves goosebumps in its wake, the fabric of his glove rough against your sensitive skin. "Do you know why I keep you so close to me?" He tilts his head, bending down closer to you. 

You lift up on your toes, shaking your head. "No, sir."

He does growl this time, the sound vibrating in his throat as he smirks. "It's because I keep hoping for the right moment to kiss you."

"All you had to do was ask." You murmur, closing the distance between you.

Your back hits a tree as your lips meet, his body pressing tight against yours. His hand lifts to your face, tugging on your chin until you open your mouth. He slips his tongue inside, flicking it against yours. You moan into his mouth, the heat under your skin practically begging you to devour him. 

His hands slide down your body to your hips as he sinks his teeth into your lower lip. You taste blood, but you don't care as he presses his codpiece against your pelvis. You moan at the friction, grinding yourself against the hard plastoid. 

"Kriff, just like that, mesh'la." He groans. "Gonna cum just like that?"

You continue to grind against him, nodding. "Yes. Fuck, Wolffe!"

He smirks, letting you work yourself up desperately against him. "Good girl."

He lets you continue to grind against him, his hand slipping behind you to grab a handful of your ass. You whine, his touch almost painful but you don't care. 

"Gonna...gonna cum." You pant, desperately grinding against his codpiece. 

"Cum for me." He growls, pushing harder against you. 

Your head as you cum with a cry, hips jerking against his codpiece. You can feel the bulge under it, a promise of what's coming next. 

The heat under your skin abates for just a moment, your mind clearing enough for you to catch your breath. You taste blood as you lick your lips, staring up at Wolffe. 

"I need more." You gasp out, heart thumping wildly in your chest. "It won't be enough."

Wolffe bites the tip of his glove, tugging one off. He tucks it into his belt before his hand cups the spot between your legs. You're hot and damp under your uniform, slick dripping down your thighs. You need more, you need touch. 

You press your hips against his hand, desperate for more. He tugs your belt off dropping it in the grass. His hand slips under your waistband, rough fingers gliding through your slick folds. 

An absolutely primal noise leaves you as he finally touches you, more slick gushing out to coat his fingers.

He chuckles, fingers ghosting over your clit. "Such a needy little thing." 

"Please." You whimper. "Please. Need you so bad."

"What do you need, baby. Tell me." 

"Your cock." You whine, grinding against his hand desperately. "I need your cock inside me."

He pulls his hand from your pants, making you sob. "Ask politely. I am your commander, remember?"

You gulp, getting wetter as he stares down at you with that intense gaze. "Please, sir. I need your cock inside me."

He grins, stroking your cheek with his slick fingers. "That's my good girl." 

You practically preen under him, legs shaking in anticipation. 

"Take it off." He growls, leaning in closer to your face.

You reach forward, pulling off his codpiece. You can feel the heat blooming under your skin again, your brain filling with fantasies of what's about to happen. You drop his codpiece in the grass, your hand rubbing the bulge in his blacks. He's so big, hard and pulsing against the fabric. 

You slip your hand in, closing your fingers around his cock. Your mouth waters and you desperately want to drop to your knees and suck the mean streak right out of him. You know you can't waste much time, though. You need to fix this problem and get back before the others start looking for you. 

You pull him free of his blacks, marveling at the size of him in your palm. You jerk him a couple times, letting your eyes lift back to his face. His gaze isn't soft or gentle by any means. It's...admiration, you think? Something not usually in his gaze when looking at others. 

"Take your pants off." He rasps, pushing your hand from his cock. He takes it in his own hand, jerking it as you work on tugging your pants down. 

You get one leg out before he pounces, gripping your thigh tightly to tug that leg around his waist. You lean back against the tree, holding his gaze as he drags his cock through your folds. 

You mewl needily, trying to push your hips closer to him. He finally takes pity on you, slipping his cock inside your pussy. You moan at the stretch, your body opening for him. You know it's the aphrodisiac doing most of the work, making your body well prepared for him without needing any extra stimulation or preparation. 

The feeling of his cock stretching you open forces the worry of any lingering side effects out of your mind. He pins you against the tree, your arms wrapping around his neck. 

He pauses once he's inside you, letting out a groan. He lips brush your neck as he feels you pulse around him, body desperate for any sort of relief. You cling to his shoulders, his armor digging into your skin but you don't care. The pain only adds to the sensation, more wetness seeping out around his cock. 

"Making a mess of us and I haven't even started yet." He smirks. "You naughty little thing."

You whimper at his words, trying to grind your hips against him for any sort of relief. "Please, sir." You whine. "Please fuck me."

He nips at your neck, humming quietly. "Since you asked so nicely."

He draws his cock from your walls until just the tip is inside before slamming his hips forward, forcing his cock back inside. You gasp at the sensation, clinging to him as he repeats the motion, jolting your body with every thrust into you. 

The bark of the tree drags against your skin but you don't care. You'll worry about the discomfort later. All you care about is Wolffe and his cock inside you. 

"Harder." You gasp, threading your fingers in his hair. "Fuck me harder, please."

A groan rumbles in his chest as he draws his hips back before picking up the pace, fucking into you hard. You cling to him as he takes you roughly, hips slamming against yours. You'll have bruises but you don't care. 

"So kriffing good." He groans, panting into your neck. "So tight and hot. Such good pussy, baby. All for me. All mine." 

"Yours." You gasp, hardly able to form words from the pleasure rushing through your body. "Only yours." 

"Gonna cum for me?" He asks, slipping a hand between your bodies to tease your clit. "Gonna cum around my cock?"

You cry out his name as he fucks you through your orgasm, walls spasming around him as pleasure burns through your veins, nearly whiting out your vision. 

His hips stutter, a growl rumbling through his chest as he cums, hips slamming into yours as he fills your pussy. 

You're gasping for breath, still clinging to him as you come down from your high. 

"Fuck, babe." He groans, pulling back just slightly. The front of his armor and his blacks are soaked. 

"Oh kriff." You breathe. You can still feel the heat lingering under your skin. 

Wolffe pulls himself free of you, tucking himself back unto his blacks. "Made a big mess of us, didn't you?"

You nod, legs shaking as you try to stand on them. He chuckles, helping you back into your pants, putting your belt back on before his codpiece. 

"Come on, mesh'la." He says, scooping you into his arms. "Let's get you back to the ship." 

"But what about the mission?" You ask, resting your head on his shoulder. 

"Fuck diplomacy." He says, carrying you back to the gunships. 

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[supersaiyanjedi14]

Artwork I commissioned from @rainbow-zebra-art of my Sabezra fankids, Brycan and Mazal Wren-Bridger! Thank you so much for this, RZ!

As a reminder for anyone interested, these two exist in my personal Star Wars AU, which is a hybrid of the Legends EU, Disney Canon, and other SW properties I want to squeeze in. I'll put some more specific stuff about them under the cut.

BRYCAN WREN-BRIDGER

Brycan was born on Krownest in 10 ABY, growing up in the immediate aftermath of the Thrawn Campaign. He grows up as a close friend of Jacen, Jaina and Anakin Solo, while also being super close to his "uncles" Kanan and Zeb and "aunts" Hera and Ketsu. Brycan is a kind and friendly boy who nontheless has a sarcastic streak rivaling his parents, and his passion for athletics and martial arts serves him well in his Mandalorian upbringing and Jedi training. Unsurprisingly, Brycan still grows up with a good deal of pressure, what with being descended from two cultural factions known for conflict with each other and being the child of two prominent war heroes. Determined to live up to his heritage while also stepping out of his parents' shadows, Brycan becomes a passionate Mandalorian warrior before enrolling in Luke Skywalker's Jedi Paraxeum on Yavin 4 at age 14. He does struggle to reconcile the contradictory aspects of the Mandalorians and the Jedi, but he does eventually learn to form a good balance with the help of his parents and Din Djarin.

The Yuuzhan Vong War puts Brycan though the biggest wringer yet, as the horrors of war cost him multiple friends and his mother is grievously wounded shortly after giving birth to his sister Mazal. He is roped into a faction of more militant Mandalorian crusaders who encourage him to give into his passions and pain, leading to a tense conflict with his father and a personal vendetta with the Vong commander Nas Choka. However, Ezra manages to save his son from falling down the dark path, and he rejects the hollow promises of revenge. He finally comes into his own as a Jedi Knight by wars' end, priding himself as a credit to his forebearers as a true Mandalorian Jedi.

Other notes:

-Brycan built his lightsaber in imitation of designs favored during the High Republic, featuring a physical crossguard below the emitter. Reflecting his mixture of Jedi and Mandalorian tradition, the crossguard is composed of solid beskar while his kyber crystal is an Adegan sapphire.

-Brycan is one of the most accomplished lightsaber duelists of his generation, mastering both the Shien and Djem-So sides of Form V as well as boasting a comprehensive academic understanding of numerous martial arts from across the galaxy. Thouhg he favors his lightsaber, he always wears a Mandalorian vambrace wherever he goes, loaded with a Dur-24 wrist laser, a fibercord whip, a portable energy shield, and whistling birds.

-Brycan's strength in the Force is easily comparable to his dad, though he appropriately focuses on the more physical aspects of his power. He's not as advanced a telepath as Ezra, but he compensates by being an awesome telekinetic and taking up a special interest in energy diffusion.

-While not as vibrant as his mom, he still inherited Sabine's artistic skill, particularly as a sketch artist. He can produce a nearly flawless rendering of someone in a heartbeat and has a talent for hand-drawn maps and starcharts. He occasionally cooks up new designs for his mom to try out.

-His best friend is Han and Leia's daughter Jaina, both of their natural fighting instincts feeding their desire to test and improve themselves. Sparring together is their favorite pastime, where they have traded wins and losses over the years.

-While a combat-oriented Jedi raised as a Mandalorian does raise some immediate assumptions, Brycan's passion for fighting is not as a blood sport. He sees it as a way of expression of his spirit, and he puts it to use for the good of others. He lives by the Form V maxim of "peace through superior firepower", wielding his skill to strike out at injustice and protect the innocent, not to flaunt his power. He doesn't go looking to pick a fight, but if fighting needs to be done, he is razor-keen and committed.

-Teenage rebellion and war trauma aside, he loves his parents more than anything in the world and adores his younger sister Mazal.

-Despite lacking Ezra's strong affinity for animals, Brycan does owns a Loth-wolf he rescued as a cub named Beskad (the mando'a word for "sword"). The two are nearly inseparable, though his efforts to mold Beskad into an oversized hunting dog have had minimal success.

MAZAL WREN-BRIDGER

Mazal was born on Mandalore in 26 ABY during the height of the Yuuzhan Vong invasion. Growing up in the shadow of the conflict, Mazal resolved to do her part to help put the galaxy back together after being nearly ripped apart. Like her older brother, Mazal initially wanted to become a powerful Mandalorian Jedi warrior, joining in the battles and adventures. However, this was shattered when she went on her first serious combat mission, helping in an effort to subdue a combine of pirates seeking to exploit the post-war chaos on Carlac. The mission ended in a horrific disaster, with the strike team being decimated in an ambush and narrowly escaping back to GA space. Traumatized by her experiences, Mazal found her previous passion lost, even considering turning in her lightsaber and throwing out her armor so as to never be stained by that violence again. Fortunately, Mazal received much-needed counseling from both Jedi Healers and more mundane therapists, and Sabine helped her daughter rediscover her calling. Feeling that the galaxy needed healing hands far more than warriors, Mazal was drawn to the ideals of the late Duchess Satine Kryze, seeing the value of promoting peace over the use of force. Taking up the path of a Jedi Healer and joining the reformed Mandalorian Protectors, Mazal channeled her passion into humanitarian aid, traveling the galaxy to help pick up the pieces of disaster and conflict. In a way, she does manage to become just as much of a Mandalorian Jedi as Brycan, albeit one dedicated to the higher calling of the Force and the more grounded tenents of the Resol'nare.

Other notes:

-"Mazal" is a Hebrew name meaning "good fortune". I chose this to fit a naming theme with her father Ezra as well as to reflect the safety of her birth given Sabine's injuries soon afterward.

-Despite no longer being a dedicated fighter, Mazal still keeps up on her training. She may not like fighting, but if the people she's helping need a lightsaber to protect them or Mandalorian armor to shield them, she won't hesitate to use it.

-Powerful in her own right, Mazal's Force abilities manifest strongest in her advanced skill in the healing arts, directly studying under Master Cilghal at the Jedi Academy. She also shares her father's sense-based aptitude, focusing on life-detection and projective telepathy to aid in her relief work.

-Unlike Brycan, Mazal is just as much of an artist as Sabine, constantly redecorating her room with new paintings and sketches. Her hair is her most common canvas, rarely going a month with the same dye job.

-Mazal is a self-professed daddy's girl; not even the Force can get Ezra to say no to her. At the same time, possibly as a result of having come so close to losing her and her mother, Ezra is almost overprotective of her, and was beside himself when she came home shell-shocked from Carlac. Sabine grows closer to her during her recovery period, and their time painting together played a big part in getting her back on her feet.

-She gets along well with Ben Skywalker, both being close to each other during their training. Outside of her family, Ben's the one she can confide in the most.

-Mazal is bi and dates Zay Versio as a teenager.

Feel free to ask me more about these two!

[blondie20000]

Gone - Anakin Skywalker x Reader

AU where Anakin won the fight on Mustafar.

You can still remember that day like it was yesterday. You can remember the heat that smothered you, the sounds of lightsabers clashing and the screams that erupted from your throat when you saw your husband Anakin Skywalker plunge the lightsaber through Obi Wan Kenobi's chest.

You can see still your husband kicking his former mentor's body down into the lava, you can still feel Anakin's arms around you as he heaved your trembling form up. You can still remember the words that he whispered in your ear.

"Its over Y/N. "

He cupped your chin and smiled at you. The smile wasn't the genuine sweet smile you loved this smile is wicked and his eyes had a glint of madness in them seeing that look on your beloved's face made you feel like you wanted to throw up.

"Soon the Galaxy will be ours."

You didn't know how to respond to that you felt numb you were in shock so you remained silent as Anakin took you on to the ship.

You remembered the stares you received when you first came onboard you remembered the disgust that formed on Palpatine's face when his eyes first landed on you. They didn't want you here you were Anakin's weak spot and Palpatine didn't want his apprentice to be weak. Anakin sensed the growing discomfort but didn't comment on it he instead escorted you to his private quarters and told you to stay here until it is safe when by the word safe Anakin meant when the Emperor is dead.

After that you rarely saw your husband he was always busy when you did see him you remained quiet the shock from that tragic day still played in your mind. Anakin would try to talk to you, assure you everything was going to be okay but his words didn't reach you. He would try to hug you but you wouldn't respond you would sit with your face blank as Anakin did everything he can to bring you out of your shell.

You flinched when Anakin punched the wall with frustration he was starting to lose his patience with you.

"I miss you Y/N." He said his voice cracking. "Come back to me."

Part of you wanted to reach out to your husband but another part of you couldn't because every time you looked into his eyes all you can see is the younglings being killed, you can see Obi Wan tumbling into the lava, death all you saw was death.

It is a horrifying sight.

One day Anakin came storming into the room. His expression is thunderous.

"Palpatine." He growled.

You sighed as Anakin cursed the Emperor.

"The sooner he will be gone the better." He said through gritted teeth.

As he expressed his rage about the Emperor you turn your head towards his direction. For the first time in a while you found your voice.

"Why?"

He froze he turns and looks at you with wide eyes.

"Y/N?" '

You look up at him.

"Why did you do it? Why?"

He looks at the spot next to you on the bed. You nod giving him permission to sit down. He sits down. He reaches out with his hand towards you but then changes his mind and places his hands on his lap. He then clears his throat.

"I did it so I can protect you."

You shake your head with disbelief.

"You think this is protecting me?"

"I...I wasn't strong enough before I wasn't strong enough to save my mum I lost loads of my comrades...friends in the war and I..." His face screws up. "I couldn't lose you too."

"Anakin."

"I had to be strong I had to be strong for us I couldn't protect you then but now I can. When I reach my full potential I will kill the Emperor and I will be the ruler of the Galaxy. You will finally be safe." He smiles. "No more hiding, no more looking over our shoulder I will have the power to keep us both safe."

Your heart broke at his response the fear of losing you is clear in his voice. At that moment you didn't see a murderer you saw a scared young man doing everything he can to protect the ones he loved even if that meant becoming the thing he swore he would never become.

He did all that for you.

You were loss for words.

Eventually you cleared your throat.

"Ani... Why the younglings? They were innocent they didn't deserve to die!"

Anakin bites his lip and he lowers his head. It was silent for a few moments before he answered.

"If I didn't kill them he would have captured them, tortured them and possibly killed them."

"The Emperor?" You whispered.

He nods.

"Consider it as mercy."

You refused to consider it as that.

"I can't do that what...what you did was unforgivable."

"I know." He didn't argue with you on that. You can see the shame and guilt on his face.

"And Obi Wan?"

"He made his choice." Anakin spat out his voice bitter.

"He was your friend. Anakin...He was only trying to help you."

"He would have separated us." Anakin growled.

"No." You disagreed. "He was a good man."

"HE IS ONE OF THEM!" Anakin's voice rose to a shout. He abruptly stands up and points at you. "A JEDI! YOU SAW FOR YOURSELF WHAT THE JEDI ARE TRULY LIKE THAT IS WHY THEY NEEDED TO BE STOPPED THAT IS WHY OBI WAN NEEDED TO DIE. OPEN YOUR EYES Y/N!"

You stand up and glare at him.

"My eyes are perfectly fine and open thank you. It is you who is blind! This isn't right this is wrong this is all wrong! I understand your loss I understand your pain but this isn't the way you are not protecting me Anakin you are hurting me and..." You swallowed. "You are hurting yourself."

He shakes his head.

"No."

"Anakin please." You felt the tears forming in your eyes. "Stop this stop this madness you can still make this right we could get out of here we can start over...please! I need my Ani the one I fell in love with I...I miss him."

The tears roll down your cheeks. Anakin brushes the tears away with his finger. His other hand rests on your cheek.

"He never left." His voice softens. "I always been here Y/N...My love."

Your breath hitched as he leans towards you. His hot breath hits your face. His sky blue eyes lock onto yours. Gosh he looked beautiful despite everything that has happened you still couldn't resist him. When you looked through the darkness you could see the man you fell in love with he was still there he was still fighting. Maybe her husband wasn't fully gone maybe he could be saved maybe you and him can get out of this nightmare for good.

You both stare at each other for several seconds. Suddenly you pull Anakin forward and lock your lips with his. He responds and holds you tight. You both hungrily kiss each other the weeks of pent up emotions all came flooding out.

Anakin grips your hair and deepens the kiss. You moan and brush your leg against his. You felt the bulge in his pants as you brushed against him. You couldn't help but smirk at it but you also missed it and you badly wanted to remove his clothes and fuck him here and now and judging from his frustration you knew he felt the same.

You suddenly felt your dress shift. You look and see the sleeve slowly sliding down your shoulder.

Wait...

He is using the Force to remove your clothes!

You see him smirking at your surprised reaction. You roll your eyes at him.

"Funny." You huffed.

He laughs. You fold your arms and frown at him. Moments later he stops laughing and sighs heavily.

"Fine I'll do it the old fashioned way."

Once all the clothes are off you lie down with your husband on top of you. He looks you over and his eyes are wide and full of lust. He softly kisses you and smiles. That smile caused you to have butterflies in your stomach. You soon found yourself forgetting about the recent events as he started making his way down your body. You felt his lips graze your skin. You moan when he wraps his mouth around your nipple and sucks hard at it. You shuddered as his cool, wet tongue goes down your stomach. Suddenly everything around you didn't matter, this here now with him this is what mattered Anakin your Ani here making love to you.

"An...Ani!"

He looks down between your entrance. He then chuckled.

"You just couldn't help yourself huh?" His fingers trail along your wet swollen pussy. You tensed up and again moaned his name. "Don't worry." He grins. "Let me take care of that for you."

You suddenly gasp as you felt him coming inside you. You grip the sheets and you arch your back as he started to thrust you.

"That's it!" He says. "That's it baby yes...Yes!"

He started off slow and gentle at first but eventually he did pick up the pace the hunger he had for you came through with each thrust.

"Stars!" You groaned. "Ani...Oh that feels good don't stop keep going oh..."

You throw your head back against the board. A cry escapes your lips as he hits into your heat. He slams into you causing you to shake. You heard his chuckle coming from above he loved seeing you like this getting flustered and slowly falling apart. He would always gloat afterwards on quickly you would cum for him.

Speaking of that you can feel the heat forming at the bottom of your belly the need to release started to consume you.

"Ani I...I need to..."

"Not yet."

You shake your head.

"I really need..."

"No!" His tone surprised you. He then looks down at you. "Not until I say so."

You twisted and turned your body. The demand to release is making you crazy.

"Anakin...Anakin please." You begged. "I can't hold it in mu...MUCH LONGER!"

His lips tug upwards into a smile. His eyes sparkled with amusement. He is enjoying this.

You were shouting now begging him to let you cum. He responded with a laugh.

"I love it when you beg."

"ANAKIN THIS ISN'T FUNNY COME ON NOW STOP IT! "

Suddenly you felt something pressing down on your throat.

"Wha..."

You go to move your arms but you couldn't your arms are pinned above your head.

What is going on?

Your eyes widen as you started to lose your breath. You cough and gasp and you struggle against your restrains.

"Ani...I...I can't breathe."

What you saw next horrified you. Anakin watched you the amusement still on his face but that wasn't what shocked you what shocked you were his eyes his eyes have turned yellow!

"Anakin!" You cried out with horror.

He smirks and curls his fingers into a fist.

The pressure on your throat tightens. You suddenly realized what he is doing. He is using the Force on you, he is strangling you he is squeezing the life out of you!

He is trying to kill you!

Eventually darkness started to come in around the edges of your vision, your heart is banging against your chest, your breaths started to become shallow. You look up at your husband with tears pouring down your face.

"Ani..." You said your voice strangled. "You're hurting me."

Anakin's amusement slowly turns into shock and horror. His eyes widen when he realizes what he is doing to you. He quickly lowers his hand.

You gasp as the Force is removed from you. You bend over and cough. Your trembling body collapses and you cum all over the bedsheets.

"Y/N!" Anakin has come round your side. "Are you okay?"

You ignored him you kept coughing until you started to get your breath back. You took a deep shaky breath and winced at the pain. Your throat burned and you were sure there will be a bruise later.

"Y/N."

He touches your back. You immediately pull away from him.

"Don't touch me." You replied your voice hoarse.

"Y/N."

"I said DON'T TOUCH ME!" You screamed at him.

The tears are pouring out of you now. What he just did shocked you. He hurt you he tried to kill you!

You cursed to yourself how could you be so blind you knew he went to the dark side you knew the amount of power he had but you allowed for this to happen you allowed the power and control to get to his head you let this go too far. You did all that because you thought there was good in him.

You shake your head. You were wrong you were so damm wrong.

"Y/N." Tears started to form in his eyes. "I'm...I'm sorry I..."

"Get out."

"But Y/N."

"I SAID GET OUT! "

Anakin didn't argue with you he instead nods and stands up. Once he was dressed he slowly walked out of the room.

When the door closed you let out a scream. You cried and screamed in frustration and pain.

You buried your head into the pillow and sobbed. The darkness has taken your husband away from you and you couldn't do a damm thing about it.

For the first time in your life you felt hopeless.

Truly hopeless.

You see his face, his yellow eyes, the power he had over you. You see it all in your head playing over and over. It made you realize...

He was gone.

Anakin Skywalker was gone.

The End

[hereticpriest]

Mercy Chapter 4: Anakin

Rating: Explicit 18+

MDNI

Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

To begin with, some warnings about this story: A/B/O Dynamics, Female Alpha, Male Omega, Some chapters may involve messing with the whole 'alphas are always dom and omegas are always sub' because I think nuance exists even in A/B/O dynamics, Fucking with the timeline (this is a blend of Canon, Legends, and original lore), Minimal use of Y/N (Explained in the first chapter), Reader is an alien species of my own creation and thus has a physical description, Familial bonds explored heavily, Clone rights explored heavily, Violence is more graphic than canon-typical however any graphic descriptions will be noted, AFAB reader, Not beta-read so I apologize for any mistakes.

Chapter warnings: Lots of fluff, discussion of Anakin's mistreatment as a slave, canon-typical violence, mild medical descriptions (I tried to keep it very vague to avoid making anyone uncomfortable), Qui-Gon's actions and their affect on Obi-Wan are discussed, canon divergence goes real hard here. If you think I've missed anything, please do feel free to let me know!

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Masterlist - Part One - Part Two - Part Three

Chapter 4: Anakin

The Halls of Healing begin with an open, peaceful reception area. Large windows provide natural light, filtered in the evening to avoid distractions. Triage lays beyond the reception area, leading into countless private rooms. There is a room with several bacta tanks and a bacta bath, along with tables for massage to relieve the pain of old injuries. Operatories lay towards the back of the Halls, loaded with medical droids to assist the healers. The Halls were mostly led by Healers who hadn’t made it through their own Jedi training, either by choice or because their skillset lay outside of that of the Jedi, however there were several Jedi Knights and Masters who worked in the Halls either part-time or full-time.

The Halls have been home to you for many years, and you enjoy the peace, interspersed with bouts of excitement. Your commlink beeps sharply, and you answer it with a serene smile on your face. You got to spend your morning doing the younglings first healer visits, and your heart was full from their youthful energy. You were knighted the year prior, passing your trials with little difficulty, and you were excited to take on a Padawan of your own, though you knew you wouldn’t be ready for several years. Nothing could possibly bother you today.

“Mercy, I have a young boy who needs to have a physical.” Obi-Wan’s soft voice chimes over your commlink, and you perk up.

“You always bring me the best gifts, Kenobi. I’m in the Halls. Room 23.” You click off your commlink, attaching it back onto your belt, then head into the pharmacy you’d only just left. Luckily, you hadn’t put away the small basket of vaccinations. As you head back to your room, you open a new chart on your datapad and set it down on the counter. You refresh the bed, pulling the downy-soft blanket you used to comfort younglings from the sterilizer and folding it across the bed. It doesn’t take long before Obi-Wan opens the door to your room, gesturing for a young boy with sandy-blonde hair to go in ahead of him.

“Anakin, this is Mercy. She’s a Jedi Knight, and a Healer.” Obi-Wan introduces you, “Mercy, this is Anakin Skywalker. Master Qui-Gon picked him up on Tatooine.”

You smile kindly, taking in Anakin’s obvious interest in the lightsaber at your hip, and the tail swaying calmly behind you. You pat the top of the bed, “Would you mind hopping up here?”

Anakin does as he’s asked, and Obi-Wan stands in the corner of the room, out of the way to allow you room to work. You go through the basics with Anakin, filling out his chart as best as he can recall. The boy allows you to take a blood draw, eased by the gentle flow of the Force to make it painless, and you find him severely lacking in several nutrients, and even more vaccinations. When you explain in child-friendly terms that he needs a couple of vaccines to keep him safe, he doesn’t protest, though he asks you half a million questions throughout the process. How do you make it painless? How do you heal with the Force? Can all Jedi heal? What does it feel like when you heal someone?

It’s as you’re doing a physical examination to determine the depth of his malnutrition that you feel a hard piece of metal under the boy’s skin, near the back of his neck. You freeze, and Anakin makes eye contact with you briefly, nervous about your reaction. You take a soft breath, crouching in front of Anakin with your hands on his knobby knees.

“Would you like me to take it out?” You ask, and Anakin’s clear blue eyes widen with wonder at the idea.

“Can you do that?” He asks, glancing back at Obi-Wan for confirmation. You nod, and he grasps your arm with his little hand, nodding eagerly, “Please.”

It’s not a particularly difficult procedure, and it's easy enough to heal the wound as quickly as you create it. The slave chip is subsequently destroyed, and you look at Obi-Wan seriously over the boy’s head as you wipe away the tiny drops of blood left over after healing. Your friend looks older, wiser and more serious than he had the last time you saw him. It’s been months. Every time you return home from a mission, he and Qui-Gon have either just headed out on their own, or are leaving shortly after. It didn’t surprise you - Qui-Gon was a sought after Consular, and you were quickly becoming one as well, making your own mark upon the galaxy.

“He needs to see someone. Talk about his feelings.” You say as you pull Obi-Wan to the side while Anakin occupies himself with your datapad.

“Qui-Gon will-”

“Qui-Gon won’t. Neither will the Council. They mean well, but even Qui-Gon in all his rule-breaking wisdom doesn’t deal with his emotions properly. This boy has not been raised among the Jedi - he doesn’t know anything but the world he was raised in. You should’ve told me he was a slave, Obi-Wan. He needs extra care. Stars, I can’t believe - has Qui-Gon told him that he thinks he’s the chosen one? The weight of that on his little shoulders…” You dig your palms into your eye sockets, then take a deep, calming breath.

“He hasn’t yet, though Qui-Gon told him he was going to be a Jedi, against my cautioning. The Council will never allow it.” Obi-Wan explains, his gaze drifting over to where the boy was unscrewing the back cover of your datapad. You notice, but allow it. You’ve got more than one, and Anakin needs the distraction.

“His training is not my concern, Obi, I care only for his well-being. He’s only nine. He shouldn’t be raised with the fate of the galaxy on his shoulders, whether he’s the chosen one or not. He’s just a boy who misses his mother.” You sigh, leaning your shoulder briefly against Obi-Wan’s, then part from him to approach the youngling.

“You’ll be leaving soon, Anakin. Would you mind putting that back together for me, sprout?” You ask gently, and he gives you a smile bright as the sun. You’d felt his flicker of nervousness that you would reprimand him, and his instant relaxation when he realized you weren’t upset. He begins to put the datapad back together, and you smooth his hair back out of his eyes as you pass him to get a couple of nutrient-rich meal bars and shakes from your cupboard. You hand them over to Obi-Wan, who hesitates as he takes them.

“He needs to have either a bar or a shake with every meal. Three meals a day minimum, with at least two healthy snacks. He needs to put some weight on. Tell Qui-Gon that if Anakin hasn’t gained 6 kilograms by his next physical, I will hold him personally accountable.” You insist, hands sternly on your hips. Obi-Wan smiles fondly at you, and you flick your ears with irritation, cheeks hot. You’re torn from your embarrassment by thin arms wrapping around your waist, and your tail curls automatically around Anakin as he hugs you, holding him protectively to ensure he doesn’t fall. You smooth his hair back again, then poke the tip of his nose.

“Be good. Listen to Obi-Wan more than Qui-Gon - he’s the sensible one of the two of them. Unless he’s being boring, in which case you can certainly listen to Qui-Gon instead.” You tease playfully, “I’ll see you soon for a follow-up, sprout.”

Anakin hides a smile at the nickname, moving to Obi-Wan’s side and holding onto the edge of his robes as they leave the Halls of Healing together. You watch them until they’re gone from your sight, then sigh, closing your eyes to lean into the embrace of the Force.

“Take care of them for me.” You whisper into the ether, unaware of the interesting future before you.

~

“He set me aside.”

His hair is too short to run your fingers through properly, but you do your best, gently massaging his scalp. You’re curled up on the settee in the living room of your chambers, Obi-Wan’s head in your lap, his fist clenched in the fabric of your robes. His emotions are warring, but here in the safety of your room, he can allow himself to feel and process them without judgement.

“He said I was ready for the trials. I-I felt ready until he said it. He does not put me forward for the trials because I am ready, but rather, so he can train the boy. The chosen one.”

It’s said bitterly, and halfheartedly. Obi-Wan has slowly been cooling off in your embrace, the gentle weight of your tail curled around his stomach helping to soothe him. Your left hand rests in his hair, your right clasped with his, wrist-to-wrist. You haven’t held him this close since you were children, and it eases an ache in your heart you didn’t even know you had.

“You are ready for the trials, Obi-Wan, however it should have been a decision you made with Qui-Gon, not a decision made without your input. Qui-Gon made a mistake, as all Masters do. I’m sure he will apologize when he realizes the error of his ways.” You murmur, tracing your finger along the shell of his ear. He sighs, rolling over to face you and burying his face in your stomach.

“We leave for Naboo tonight. The Queen means to reclaim her homeworld, and we’ve been instructed to go with her to protect her.” Obi-Wan mumbles into your tummy. You hum, tracing your fingers over his Padawan braid and watching him shiver at the attention. It was surprisingly intimate to touch someone’s Padawan braid, and you expected him to reprimand you, but he only leaned into your touch.

“Would it make you feel better to know that I’ll be joining you to Naboo?” You ask, and you feel Obi-Wan stiffen in your lap, his Force signature bright as a star.

“Truly?” He asks as he sits up, and you laugh softly, nodding.

“I asked my old Master, and he convinced Master Yoda and Master Windu that I would be an asset for my healing ability if nothing else. What would you do if the Queen were injured, after all?” You grin conspiratorially, and Obi-Wan gives a happy sigh, pressing his forehead to yours.

“It’s almost time. I should get ready to go.” Obi-Wan says with a hint of whine to his voice, drawing another chuckle from you.

“Go on, dear. I’ll see you soon.”

You feel him melt against you at the term of endearment, and vow to use it more often if that’s the effect it's going to have.

~

Naboo is a beautiful planet. Green and lush and full of life. You feel full of the Force here, even as the impressive - but in your opinion, far too young - Queen Amidala leads you through the streets of her capital city. Droids and despair line the streets like a plague. You’re furious to find Qui-Gon appears to intend to just bring Anakin along and hope he doesn’t get shot, though you know the Jedi Master would protect the boy with his life. You’re being overly critical, defensive in the wake of Obi-Wan’s pain.

Together, you make swift work of the droids in the hangar, and the pilots fly off in their fighters. You hesitate to leave Anakin alone in the fighter, but you tell him to close the cockpit and crouch down if anyone comes in, the Force whispering at your back to have faith. The doors to the rest of the palace open, and before you stands Darth Maul, the Sith Obi-Wan had encountered with Qui-Gon on Tatooine. He’s a red-skinned Zabrak with black markings, and you wonder briefly if the Sith specifically sought him out because he looked evil, and if he would have even had the propensity for evil if he hadn’t been born looking the way he did. Was it nature or nurture that made Maul who he was?

You launch yourself forwards, the Makashi opening coming so naturally to you you barely even realize you have reverted to your old form. Your blade catches Maul’s as it is about to slice Obi-Wan’s thigh, and you growl at the Sith, baring your sharp canines at him in a threat display you hadn’t used since Daiyu. He clashes with Qui-Gon, then back to you, and your riposte makes him swirl away from you to gain distance. Obi-Wan fills that gap, and you continue to drive him back together as a triad. Between two Ataru wielders, your Makashi form finds purchase, until you hear a clanky rolling sound.

“Droidekas.” You curse, force pushing Maul back, then spinning on your heels to face the new threat and protect your allies, “both of you, stay in one piece while I take care of them.”

Separated, you do your best to keep their force signatures in mind as you face off against the countless droidekas that have rolled into the room on various platforms. You feel Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon’s struggle through the force, only feet away from you, but you are useless to help them at the moment. You have the advantage over the droidekas in such a tight space, but they have numbers, and two on higher floors harrang you from above, keeping you on the defensive.

Ray shields.

Your spine stiffens, and your ears twitch as you feel the pull of the Force against you, and swing your head to see Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan and Darth Maul approaching a long corridor. Obi-Wan is further back, and he gets caught in between the last ray shields while Maul stands in the wider chamber beyond the corridor, and Qui-Gon kneels patiently one shield behind him. You force push a droideka off the platform it’s on when it nearly gets you in the hip, batting away blaster fire as you watch your companions desperately.

Something hangs in the balance here. You have an awful feeling deep in your gut, and you can’t look away. The ray shields open one by one, and Qui-Gon meets Maul’s sabre with ease. Obi-Wan runs, and you see it happening - the ray shields are closing, and Obi-Wan will be cut off. As skilled as Qui-Gon is, no one has faced a Sith in a thousand years, and Ataru is not necessarily the best form for lightsaber to lightsaber combat. Qui-Gon will face the Sith alone, and he will not be able to do it by himself. Qui-Gon will face the Sith alone, and he will die.

No, he won’t.

You reach out, grasping at the shield generator on one side of the corridor as Obi-Wan races towards the circular chamber at the end. A roar rips its way from your throat as a blaster bolt tears its way through your side, but you focus on your goal single-mindedly, and you rip the shield generator open long enough for Obi-Wan to get through. You clutch your side with your left hand, swirling your lightsaber around your hand, then leap across to the nearest platform. Close-combat is not the speciality of a droideka, and you rip your way through them now, fueled by the sound of blood rushing in your ears, and a rightness in the Force with what you’ve done.

“No!” You hear Obi-Wan shout, but you don’t have time to turn and look. No one is dead, and that’s enough. You can work with ‘not dead’. You were about to begin to heal yourself as you tear the last droideka apart, but instead choose to save your strength. You’ll need it for whatever injury Qui-Gon has sustained, and it wouldn’t be the first or the last time you fought injured in order to heal someone else.

In a rush, the blackness seeping through the Force rushes away, and you jump back down to the platform leading into the ray shield corridor. You catch yourself when you stumble, clutching your side a little tighter as you approach your fellow Jedi.

“Very impressive, my young Padawan.” Qui-Gon praises shakily, and you smile at the relief on Obi-Wan’s face as he clutches his Master in his lap. There’s a slice into Qui-Gon’s hip, and you frown as you approach, clipping your lightsaber to your hip.

“I told you to stay in one piece, Qui-Gon Jinn.” You scold the older man, and he smiles weakly, brushing his fingers across Obi-Wan’s cheek.

“Technically, I am in one piece.” He replies, and you roll your eyes, crouching beside them.

“Barely.” Your retort is soft, and you place your hand against his hip, closing your eyes. The Force comes to you as readily as it always does when you wish to heal, and you knit flesh and Force together, encouraging Qui-Gon’s cells to repair the damage. The stiffness in his frame eases, and he relaxes into Obi-Wan’s arms, breathing out a sigh of relief. It will take time to fully heal, but you’ve eased his pain and begun the process. You slip a bacta patch from your med pouch and apply it carefully, then grab another for yourself, pulling your cloak out of the way to expose the ragged tear in both your robes and your torso.

“Mercy-” Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon begin to scold you in unison, but you cut them both off with a look as you apply the bacta patch to your skin.

“A thank you will suffice.” You retort, getting to your feet and holding out your hand to Qui-Gon, “Together, Obi-Wan. We should find our way to the Queen.”

You’re met with a glare, but he helps you lift his Master, and the three of you begin to make your way back through the halls of the palace. The sound of cheers reaches your ears, and you puff out a sigh of relief, silently thanking the Force for guiding you to this moment. In the hangar, you find Anakin clambering out of a fighter with carbon scoring and hints of blaster fire.

“Stars above, I’ve been saddled with keeping three menaces alive.” You grouse, and both Master and Padawan sheepishly laugh beside you, “Sprout! Are you alright?”

Anakin beams when he sees you all, though his face falls in concern when he notices you holding Qui-Gon up. He races to you, clearly failing to see you were also injured as he slams bodily into you, arms locking around your waist and face buried in your stomach. You bite back the wince, allowing Obi-Wan to take more of Qui-Gon’s weight so that you can put your arms around the boy.

“Are you okay Master Qui-Gon?” he asks, and the older Jedi reaches out a hand to ruffle the boy’s hair fondly.

“I will be fine, Ani. Tell us all about your adventure while we find the Queen.” he instructs, and you walk together as the boy begins to weave a wild tale of starfights and flying inside of an exploding battleship. You think you have at least one heart attack by the time the story is done, and Obi-Wan doesn’t look much better.

[ghostofskywalker]

crosshair blurb? aight bet. he accidentally dropped his best scope for his rifle during a hasty mission. still in said mission, his shots are all mere millimeters off and it is frustrating the shit out of him. f jedi reader uses force to help him correct his shots so he doesn't lose his cool and think he's the worst sniper ever?

this was such a cool prompt, thank you!!

words: 758

clone troopers masterlist

So far, the mission wasn’t going well. Ambushed by a battalion of Super Battle Droids, you and Clone Force 99 were struggling to keep the swarm of enemies at bay for the first time ever (or at least, since you started working with them). 

In particular, Crosshair seemed to be having a tough day. Wrecker had accidentally stepped on his favorite rifle scope while you were loading up the Marauder, and now he had to use one that they had found in the depths of the ship’s storage closet. Obviously it was still working, because he was able to take out droids from his perch up and farther away from the action, but you could tell that he wasn’t happy about the situation. 

Crosshair liked things to be routine, that much you knew. He always shot the exact same spot on every droid, no matter whether he had to or not. Now, as you waved and twirled your lightsaber through the throng of oncoming Separatist forces, you noticed that a lot of his shots this time had been just a few inches in another direction, whether that be up, down, or to either side. 

You could tell that he was annoyed about it too, because his tone of voice was terse and sharp as he responded to the orders Hunter gave. Usually a little bit of battlefield teasing from his brothers didn’t really bother the sniper, and he had even started to accept a playful jab from you here and there, but this time you could tell he was growing more and more frustrated. To you it didn’t really matter, because the shots were still making it to their target and ultimately killing the droids, but you knew that the events of the day were starting to pile up for Crosshair, so you decided to try and help him out. 

“Crosshair,” you said, connecting to his private comm channel. “I’m going to push farther ahead of everyone, can you cover me?” 

“Yes General,” was his response, and you threw a thumbs up to him from behind your back. He was obviously too stubborn to accept your help outright, so you were twisting it, making it seem like he was helping you when in reality it was the other way around. 

You swung your lightsaber out to one side, a few moments later three shots followed, taking out the three droids that were approaching from the other. You gently tapped into the Force, guiding the bolts to exactly that spot you knew he preferred to kill droids with, hoping he didn’t notice the way the hand not holding your lightsaber twitched for a moment as you did this. 

You took a few more steps forward, and this time focused your lightsaber on the droids coming from the opposite direction. It was clear that Crosshair had caught onto the pattern, and the two of you worked in perfect sync. You swung and slashed, he shot from above, and with a little help from the Force, his shots were now perfect every time. 

It only took a few more minutes (and one well-placed boulder, courtesy of Wrecker) to take out the rest of the Separatist forces, and soon you had achieved your mission, the destruction of a strategic outpost in the middle of the Outer Rim. And best of all, some of Crosshair’s bad mood seemed to have disintegrated. 

If asked, you would never admit to helping him. Not only would that damage his pride, but you had a sneaky little crush on the sniper, and if someone was particularly persistent in knowing the reason behind your actions, the truth about your un-Jedi like feelings could come out.  

Before you could file onto the ship with the rest of the squad, Crosshair reached out and grabbed your hand, stopping you in your tracks. “I know what you did out there,” he said quietly. 

You paused, not ready to admit to anything just yet. “And what did I do out there?” you responded, wanting him to tell you himself what he thought he knew. 

“You asked me to help so that I could get used to using the other scope,” he drawled. “And it worked, so I’m thanking you.” 

Fighting the urge to smile widely (because he had only half the truth at this point), you, you nodded at him. “It was nothing,” you said. “But I’m glad I was able to help.” 

There were some situations in which it was best to lie in, and this was definitely one of them.

[aew-kun-age-regression]

I couldn't help myself 🫢

Regressor!Anakin Skywalker Headcannons

I think he'd probably regress to a 2-3 age range, I'd say like a young toddler?

Loves being called nicknames, Ani, bubs, literally anything.

Obi-Wan and Padme are his Caregivers. <3 (Mainly Obi-Wan)

Omg he has so many big emotions and he doesn't like or know how to deal with them!!!

^ he has so many tantrums. :(

He doesn't really have much patience.

Being the 'chosen one' causes lots of stress on the poor boy 😭

He needs naps, they are necessary. He will have more tantrums when sleepy.

^ he's overall just super emotional when regressed.

Obi-Wan and Padme need to remind him to drink water (from a sippy they have previously provided that Ani has forgotten about)

He would love plushies, he has a few and they are all incredibly different. They are different shapes, sizes, colours, materials.

He would love build a bear workshop!!!

Rambles. >>>

He would love being read stories!!!

He has a set of bouncy balls and a set of marbles that are both planet themed.

He has on more than one occasion used Obi-Wans Jedi Robes as a blanket.

^ Loves blankets!!!

^ He likes making blanket forts.

He'd love colouring. -> he uses crayons.

He needs so much reassurance!!! <3

He has a mobile, it's space themed (loads of stars <3) - Obi-Wan made it for him!!!

Obi-Wan reluctantly will fly around with Ani in the passenger side.

Absolutely no lightsaber when small!!! (He has tried to use it and it always ends up convisacted before anything can go wrong)

Padme can, will and has played with his hair, and he absolutely adores it everytime!!!

He will try not to regress. (Obi-Wan always notices when he needs to regress and helps him do so.) 🥹

He enjoys *easy* puzzles.

Loves sweets, will try and sneak into the kitchen to get some, gets caught almost every time.

[jedi-bird]

Silly Game Time: Who are some of your favorite fighter characters? And what do you like about them?

They can weild any weapon (swords, spears, axes, clubs, knives, bare hands, etc.); they can be of any class or variety of combatant (ones who rely on strength like brawlers or berserkers, ones who use finesse like martial artists or technique masters, ones who balance defensive and offensive equipment like knghts or samurai, etc.); they can be of any race or species (from fantasy or sci-fi); they can even have access to special powers to improve their combat skills (magical, psychic, technological, superpowers, etc.).

What matters is that one of their primary skills, roles in the story, and traits as a character is physical fighting.

Oh man, this is a hard and loaded question and I love it.

I'm very partial to Star Wars characters, if it's not obvious from my posts. I absolutely loved Cal Kestis from Jedi Fallen Order and Survivor. Because he's a video game character and it's more fun to give people lots of options, he can use pretty much all the really cool Star Wars weapons. He's got mystical powers of the force, he can use all the lightsaber types and styles, and he can use a blaster. Dudes a great all around character. But he's also got flaws and insecurities and a warped sense of humor. He drifts towards the dark side but at least for me it always feels like he'll find his way back to the good. He wants to do the right thing and sometimes struggles but he keeps trying. He helps those around him and protect his friends.

Another favorite from Star Wars is Din Djarin. As a mandalorian, he's a fighter through and through. Jetpacks, blasters, spears, disintegrating pulse rifles, hand to hand, he can do it all. He's a bounty hunter with a moral code. I love him. He's fiercely loyal to those who help him and he's always respectful to those who deserve and earn it. He never gives up in a fight and while he has no mystical powers he clearly doesn't need them. He's a good person through and through.

Which makes me realize that for a long time my favorite manga character was Himura Kenshin for many of the same reasons. Samurai of undisputed skill and strength who just wanted a peaceful life with his friends. I clearly have a type lol.

[moonsinkfoxgirl]

quite impressed with the way they reshuffled the plot for mahou kakumei... got loads of exposition out of the way in extremely natural ways, casually introduced Tilty even, got a first taste of Anis fighting with her lightsaber while high, and then still ended the first episode on the gay cliffhanger of the opening pages as if it was always meant to be that way

[blackkatmagic]

The way I'm kicking my feet giggling rn as I scroll through all your posts ab when the dead tree flowers I think you've singlehandedly cured my depression, thank you for that

Please, please share my brainrot this fic has possessed me

“Slagging Sith,” Colt manages, slumped back against the wall of a training room two levels up and several sections away. The hall is clear of droids, and Granta closes the door with an elbow, then carefully sinks down beside him.

“Don’t complain,” he says lightly. “If it had been Grievous that caught you first, I’d still be down there trying to fight four lightsabers with a hand blaster and a knife.” He shakes his hood back, still trying to catch his breath, and tries to brush a few stray strands of hair out of his face with the back of his wrist. Every other part of his hand seems to be covered in blood at the moment.

Colt looks at him for a long moment, steady, and then he snorts. “You’ve got a splatter,” he says, waving a hand at his own face, and Granta grimaces.

“If I could have been sure she wouldn’t block the blaster, I would have used it,” he says, a complaint, but—better to get in close and be sure of the kill than risk giving himself away. No Force-adept will notice him, or the knife, but blasters at a distance are always riskier. A blaster bolt from nowhere is still a threat, and it’s one not connected directly to Granta, so the odds that it will register are far higher.

“I'm not complaining.” Colt tips his head back, closes his eyes as he rubs his throat, compulsive, reflexive.

Granta watches the motion, then breathes out, shifts up on one knee. Kix's loaned hypo is in his jacket pocket, and he checks to make sure the painkiller is loaded, then catches Colt's wrist, presses the device to the gap between vambrace and gauntlet. The hiss of its release is followed a moment later by Colt's grateful breath, and Granta sits back on his heels again.

“You should get that checked,” he says. “If she crushed something important, I’ll have to attend your funeral, and I already have plans.”

“Clones don’t get funerals,” Colt says, unimpressed, but his voice sounds slightly clearer. He opens his eyes, looking at Granta carefully, and then says, “This is the last place in the galaxy that you should be.”

Granta raises a brow. “No condemnation for a dastardly criminal on the run from the law?” he asks mockingly. “No attempt to fulfil your duty to the Republic by bringing me in? Commander, you're giving me the spooks. Were you replaced by a lookalike?”

Colt's hand finds his in the space between them, and his fingers close tight around Granta's wrist. “I thought they’d killed you,” Colt says plainly, holding his gaze. “And I hadn’t even gotten the chance to see them move your body out. I was so kriffing mad.”

[jedidryad]

WIP Wednesday: Part 2

Lightsabers Are Always Loaded is intended to cover the period from the last chapter of The Last Command to Mara’s departure from the academy after assisting in conquering Exar Kun. It is mostly about her false-start attempts at becoming a Jedi and her eventual rejection (for now) of that path for herself. It covers a lot of territory, and here’s a bit from almost the beginning:

“Hang on a minute,” I called to Skywalker. He turned around in the doorway and his smile was enigmatic, “I’ll come with you.”

It felt like a momentous thing to say, as though this decision should have immediate, life altering consequences, but all that happened was Skywalker stood in the doorway and waited for me to cross the roof, just like I’d asked him to. He maintained the mild expression he’d shown me while handing me the lightsaber I still held in my right hand: the cool metal slowly warming against my palm. Familiar and yet not. Kind of like the palace felt those days.

He hesitated a moment, “I was going to take the stairs,” he said gesturing to the doorway at the end of the hall past the turbolifts, “They’re not as busy.”

I gestured for him to lead and we started down the flight together.

“So, did you make up your mind, or were you just looking for a walking companion?”

“I’m going to do it.” I said firmly.

“Because you want to leave your past behind?”

“No,” I countered. Was that why he’d given me the saber?, “Because Karrde wants me to.”

Skywalker nodded and smiled and that was that. I walked to the reception with him and informed Karrde of my decision. 

Within a week, I was meeting with Mon Mothma as the Official Liaison for the Smugglers Alliance.

As I sat in her office sipping Cassius Tea, I had the discomfiting impression, she liked me.

She detailed the Republic’s needs and how she felt the Smugglers Alliance  might fill those needs. I mostly listened and took my notes but pointed out right away a few conditions she suggested that I knew - and I expected she also knew - would be completely unacceptable to the group Karrde had gathered. 

The smile on her face in the wake of my analysis contained both respect and relief.

“You’re very plain spoken for someone who used to work for Palpatine.”

“I was never a politician.” I couldn’t keep the acid out of my voice.

“Fair enough.” she smiled again, “and as I am one, it may be pointless to tell you how much I appreciate your directness since you likely won’t believe me. But I do. Ask Leia about that if you need to.”

[littleredsonja]

New Spell: Prepare for Adventure!

Update notes:

25-03-2023:

Added Simplified and Traditional Chinese translations (Thank you Mina!)

14-03-2023:

Updated for patch 1.96.365

Translations: Added Polish (Thank you Krzydkowy) and German (Thank you Crashdown117).

You can use it in Batuu now (You might have a lightsaber, but i have a Machete!).

Casting the spell now increases your Selvadoradian Culture skill a little bit.

Who said a spellcaster could not be a ruin raider? Do you want to clear the path with your bare hands but are afraid of ruining your manicure? Do you fear a swarm of fireflies will burn your expensive spell books? You do not want to buy supplies from those Muggles? Fear no more!

Cast "Prepare for adventure" on the ground and a full set of jungle supplies will be added to your sims inventory. Fortune and Glory awaits!

It is a level 2 Practical magic spell.

This will be very handy to get some rare ingredients that MAYBE you will need in the near future (hint about upcoming new mods for Realm of Magic, but that is a secret Shhh… 😉). I am having lots of fun working in a few projects to make Realm of Magic more fun and interesting. In the meanwhile I will keep releasing new spells until the next bigger project is ready.

I hope you enjoy it! If you have suggestions for how to improve the mod or if you find issues please contact me here or in Discord (@LittleRedSonja).

LANGUAGES:

English

Polish (by Krzydkowy 💜)

German (by Crashdown117 💜)

Simplified and Traditional Chinese (by Mina 💜)

New translations are always welcome! If you would like to translate the mod please contact me and let me know, don't be shy 😘.

COMPATIBILITY:

This mod does not overwrite any game resources and has no incompatibilities with any other mod.

REQUIREMENTS:

Packs: Realm of Magic, Jungle Adventure

Spellbook Injector: Utility mod that loads custom spells into the game. These spells won’t override any EA tuning, which ensures that creations from different modders will be compatible. To install it extract the zip file, and put the files inside your Mods folder (no more than one 1 folder deep). You only need to install this once, and it will work for any other custom spells you add to your game. If you are using other custom spells, including mine, you should already have spellbook injector installed in your mods folder (no need to download it again)

LINKS:

LittleRedSonja_ROM_Spells_Practical_PrepareForAdventure

Spellbook Injector

[negative-speedforce]

Spin the whump wheel for Laila and Athena please?

Obviously, since the wheel landed on "Possessed", you're getting another Nyx attack ficlet.

CW: Injury, Panic Attack, Possession/Mind Control, Themes of Child Abuse

"Hey, Athena?" Laila walked into her and Athena's shared bedroom on their ship. Athena had borrowed her cloak a few days when the ship's life-support functions went offline for a few hours, plunging the temperature, and Laila needed it back.

Athena didn't respond, but only stared in the mirror in front of her. Laila approached her hesitantly. Sometimes, Athena could get violent if she was in the middle of one of her dysmorphia episodes, and Laila didn't exactly feel like getting a mirror shard to the carotid.

"Athena?"

Athena turned around in the chair of her vanity. For a brief moment, Laila was distracted by the way the white beaded satin of her dress elegantly framed her cleavage, but her attention was quickly drawn to Athena's face. She'd seen that cold, sadistic grin on Athena's face a thousand times before, but never detected towards her.

But something else seemed off about Athena. Her lover's eyes were all wrong. Those eyes were a vivid, inhuman blue, not Athena's soft golden brown.

They were not her lover's eyes.

"...you're not Athena."

"Really, Laila." Athena stood up, cupping Laila's face in her hands. Laila flinched away, but Athena held firm. "I thought I raised you to be more observant."

"Nyx." Laila pulled away, reaching through the Force for her lightsaber, which was tucked away in a drawer. It quickly snapped to her hand, the cold metal a comfort in this uncertain moment.

Nyx turned back towards the mirror, running her hands along Athena's curves. "How your pet scientist handles this exaggerated body is beyond me."

"She seems to like it." Laila didn't dare look away from Nyx, even though her former Master had turned away from her. "And so do I."

"Ah, I see. You love her, don't you?"

Laila did care for Athena, as much as someone like her was capable of, but 'love' was a very loaded word, not to mention what Nyx would do if she knew. So, naturally, Laila just chose to ignore Nyx's comment. "Get out of her head."

"No, I think I like it here." Nyx gave herself one last look in the mirror. "Though white really isn't my color. Though, I do wonder how you would react if I were to drive a knife through her heart. The red would look striking against this dress, wouldn't it?"

"If you fucking touch her, I swear-"

"Though, you won't be around long enough to find out." Nyx grabbed the lightsaber that Laila had given Athena all those months ago off the vanity table. "I don't tolerate betrayal well, Laila, you petulant child. I would have thought what I did to you would finish the job. But apparently, I was mistaken."

"No matter how many times you seem to think you'll finish the job-" Laila blocked Nyx's lightsaber, pushing her back against the vanity. "-you never seem to be able to, do you?"

"Stupid girl. You were always too arrogant for your own good." Nyx commented, making another swing at Laila, who ducked under Nyx's blade. She took that opportunity to snag a bottle of perfume from Athena's vanity, smashing it into the back of Nyx's head with the Force. In Nyx's brief moment of disorientation, Laila bolted.

She made it to the engine room, shutting the blast doors behind her. She could feel the panic rising in her chest, flashbacks to twenty-plus years of torment, of her autonomy being denied, of her life being threatened on the daily, threatening to surface.

Laila's breath hitched in her throat as the blast door started glowing red. Nyx was trying to cut her way through. She couldn't do this. She couldn't kill Athena, but she'd be damned before she let herself be killed. She'd only just recently started finding things that she enjoyed, for Force's sake.

The room seemed to contract around her, and every little sound seemed like the roar of a TIE taking off. But Laila couldn't allow herself to panic now. A panic attack meant death. So she forced it down, taking deep breaths.

Force, I feel like a fucking Jedi with this "focus on the here and now" crap. Laila scoffed internally, to no one in particular.

Finally, with a burst of molten metal, Nyx cut her way through. Immediately, she began wildly slashing at Laila, a well-aimed kick knocking Laila's lightsaber from her hands.

"You won't hurt me. I'm the closest thing you'll ever have to a mother." Nyx taunted, driving Laila backwards until she was pinned against the hyperdrive.

"Well, you did a pretty shitty job at it, you lying snake." Laila reached out for her lightsaber, which snapped into her hand.

Nyx raised her lightsaber above Laila's head, ready to strike the killing blow. Laila took a deep breath.

"If you can hear me, Athena, I am so sorry for this." Laila jammed her lightsaber into Athena's thigh. The stench of burning flesh filled the air as pure shock crossed Nyx's face, before her eyes faded from blue to that pure ochre color that Laila was more familiar with.

Athena looked down at the blade in her leg. "What the fuck, Laila?"

"I'm sorry." Laila turned off her lightsaber, and Athena collapsed to her knees.

"Well. That's gonna scar. Bye-bye, bikinis."

Laila wrapped her arms around her lover. "Your priorities are so fucked."

"I know. I'm so vain, aren't I?"

"But I love you for it." Laila pressed her forehead to Athena's, feeling through the Force for any sign of Nyx. As far as she could tell, that moment of shock had given Athena the strength to fight her off.

"She's gone?"

"For now, at least."

"She'd better be, because that hurt like a bitch." Athena rubbed the back of her head, her hand coming back bloody and sweet-smelling. "Did you smash my custom perfume?"

"Would you rather be possessed by a psychopath?"

"Sweetheart, I am a psychopath." Athena tossed her hair over one shoulder. "But no, I'd rather not be possessed. So thank you."

[lightwise]

Ahsoka Episode 4 Spoilers/Thoughts

This was...a big one, to say the least.

Also note to self do NOT open tumblr while in the middle of watching an episode or you will be spoiled for that epic ending *sobs* oh well...

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

2/2 Star Wars characters repairing ship wiring on their back...v nice

Sabine, you realize none of you would be in this position if you hadn't squirreled away with the map in your tower...jus sayin...

"Can I count on you?" Yeah I'm gonna say that's a no...

Sabine loading her blasters is super cool but also giving me flashbacks to trying to reload staple gun or nail gun cartridges and hoping you don't launch them into your face in the process

Natasha plays Sabine's nervous energy very well and Rosario is showing Ahsoka's own unease, reserve, but also very caring concern, extremely well. I really wish we could see the history between these two--animated in between series anyone??

I wonder why Dave doesn't bring up the fact that Ahsoka owes Ezra her life. It's only focused on what Ezra means to Sabine, but he means a lot to Ahsoka too.

Huyang's lil hands on hips...you can tell he's a full practical build here.

Speaking of...I REALLY want to know if the practical robot was used for this fight scene, or if they switched to someone in a costume/CGI. It seems like the HK droids are people/CGI but I could be wrong about that. Either way, go Huyang go!

It's always a treat to see Mandos and Jedi fighting styles together. And Sabine's Wonder Woman vambrace block was great.

Ahsoka's white lightsabers are so stunning in live action.

"May I make one request of you both?" LISTEN TO HUYANG. HE KNOWS WHAT'S UP. "Stay together." And WHAT ARE THEY NOT GONNA DO SMH

"Mom, how come I have to do what I'm told and you don't" lmao

Jacen is so spunky and I'm so glad Dave is having him be a full part of the series.

Carson Teva my man! And Brendan!

BUT WHERE ARE ZEB AND KALLUS. WHERE ARE OUR MARRIED BOIS

"Faith? I lost that a long time ago" Baylon's backstory pleaseeeee. Who was his master. How far did he get in training. Was he knighted? Did he have a padawan pre-order 66? Where was he during the war? Where was he during Order 66? When did he walk away, and what did he walk away to? What are his goals now? How did he find Shin/why did he want to train her? We desperately need a comic or a book here Lucasfilm

The graphics for the countdown clock (and the droids manning them) are super cool

Shin dear lord can you be any more dramatic

Sabine and Shin running off like rabid wolves while Ahsoka is just like, oh please, do I really have to deal with this right now

Ahsoka > any inquisitor, dead or alive, magic or real, anytime, any place, any age LOL

Ugh the parallels to Obi-Wan and Maul are impeccable.

So I totally knew Marrok would be a nobody/throwaway character but a nightsister necromancer ghost??? Did not see that coming at all. Eerie

Shin seems honestly disturbed by seeing Marrok fall. I wonder if the body that was used was someone she knew or had a connection to.

The lightsaber usage in this show is so interesting and such a unique blend of samurai techniques, OT trilogy techniques, and more realistic stabbing and swiping and slicing motions. I love the choreography and cinematography of Shin and Sabine going at it as well as how the trees and landscape are used in their fight.

Looks like Shin got her dramatics from her master. Sitting there with his hood up for effect lol

Definitely getting flashbacks to Ahsoka's sass in her fight with Maul in TCW.

Baylon's textured armor is so incredible. I want to see him leading a 13th century cavalcade

Can he read people's minds? Or does he do in depth research like Thrawn does so he knows the weak points of his opponents?

“One must destroy in order to create.” No. You are incorrect sir. One must die. One must morph, must change, in order to create. But that is different than destroying.

Again with the one saber. It's such an odd choice for Ahsoka to do that, and it honestly feels like an excuse for Baylon to be able to overpower her later. I don't quite like it.

It is very interesting how Baylon views Ahsoka, and tells her that her legacy is death and broken promises. What exactly does he think her legacy is? Because that is Anakin's legacy, not hers (at least through Rebels). What has happened since then?

He looks so sad, honestly.

There's way too much leaving oneself open to attack in this episode.

The fight scene definitely looks slowed down a little, and it's a little clunky, but man Baylon is brutal with his saber. Again why is Ahsoka not using both of hers to combat is strength??

Either there's a trailer shot that never made it into this fight, or Baylon and Ahsoka fight again. I'm missing where she kicks back against one of those tall rocks and flips over. That was such a cool shot.

I honestly can't believe Shin was able to block the whistling birds lol. That would be an intense hit to the face. Also I love how much of the shots and sparks in these shows are practical. It makes it feel so much more real.

The map burning Ahsoka is wild. It makes sense but very unfortunate.

Hot damn Ahsoka! She definitely was tapping into some anger there. In real life that hit to the back of the head should have seriously injured Shin. Filoni is really being gritty and brutal with the fights in this show, they're raw and dirty in ways that the trilogies were not.

Aaaaaand while I know Ahsoka isn't dead yet (there's no way Filoni would kill off the title character halfway through a first season) holy cow that was heartwrenching

Baylon is a master manipulator. He makes Maul look like a babbling teenager. And yet he doesn't seem to derive any twisted pleasure from it. He just is doing what he thinks he needs to do.

I'm sorry Ahsoka had WHAT to do with Sabine's family dying???? In the Purge??? Ugh geez that's awful.

Gah DAMN it Sabine!! C'mon girl!! Bad decision, bad decision!

WHAT IS THIS GREATER GOOD BAYLON

I would have loved to see Obi-Wan face off against Baylon. The quiet patience and calm strength...too much for one room

He is just not done digging at Ahsoka is he. Again, master manipulator, but why?

Huyang's little magnifying glass!

Dave definitely nailed the lighting in this show. Even if the volume is still apparent in some shots, the lighting is finally dialed in and soft and realistic and atmospheric. That shot of Baylon after decimating the map is epic.

Yeahhh, Hera, ya'll might want to skedaddle right quick before you get....oh, too late....

"Mom? I've got a bad feeling." Me too kid, me too.

"Lady Wren, Lady Tano" *sobbing* Hera make sure Huyang makes it back pls

This transition.

Oh boy

I know what's coming bc I got on tumblr too early but OH MAN

ahhhh it's so gorgeous

it's here, it's finally here and it's BEAUTIFUL (The World Between Worlds, who did you think I was talking about, Anakin? ;)

I'm KIDDING ANAKIN IS BEAUTIFUL TOO OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE MY EYES

"Hello Snips" I can't I truly can't

"I didn't expect to see you so soon" so is she dead? Dying? Disassociating while drowning? Dave if you kill Ahsoka off in this show I will never forgive you

She is in shock omg look at him she is reunited with her brother, her master, her friend!!

We think--DAVE WHAT DOES VADER THEME MEAN. DAVE, SIR, HOW DARE YOU KNOW HOW TO LEAVE US ON SUCH A CLIFFHANGER IT IS UNFAIR.

Welp I have no idea what to do with myself until next week and we find out what's going on here. I swear if that's not the real Anakin I will be beside myself.

Let's get ready for flashbacks folks. What an episode.

[thecleverqueer]

Random thoughts during A New Hope:

*Rogue One really did enhance the first scene of this movie for me. They went through such an epic battle to get those plans, and now they must follow through to honor the sacrifice that brave crew made. Get ‘em!

*I just love R2-D2 and C3-PO. Those damned droids have changed hands so many times, and yet, they’ve been kept in the family.

*Leia Organa was the original. She’s such a badass. Smart, snippy, resourceful, all around brilliant character.

*GNK or gonk droids are also amongst my favorite. I wouldn’t want one personally, but I appreciate that they exist.

*I’d forgotten C3-PO’s first job was programming binary load lifters. Holy shit! I’m going to assume because his memory was wiped at the end of The Revenge of the Sith that it wasn’t the same binary load lifters that Ahsoka and Trace chased down in the under city on Coruscant, and none of that was C3-PO’s fault (though it wouldn’t surprise me).

*Owen blatantly telling C3-PO to shut up is peak Star Wars. Seriously.

*That red R2 unit’s motivator blowing at the moment that it did was either a fine example of how coincidentally chaotic the universe is, or how incredibly the force works in mysterious ways… and since this is Star Wars…

*It warms my heart that Luke was still playing with that space ship that Obi-Wan gave him so many years ago.

*C3-PO telling Luke that he’s not good at storytelling is also bullshit. We saw you in The Return of the Jedi telling your story to the Ewoks… with your compelling narrative and your sound effects. Come on.

*Since Owen calls Old Ben a wizard, does this mean Obi-Wan was being ballsy and tinkering around with the force after his rescue of Leia? Is that what the kids are calling Jedi these days? Space wizards?

*I love how Obi-Wan emerges using force scream to frighten off the sand people. That might be a power I would want. I dunno. It wouldn’t be my first choice if choices are given.

*I also wonder why Obi-Wan doesn’t seems to remember R2-D2 and C3-PO. How could he forget them? They were always there running around with him in space…ESPECIALLY, R2-D2.

*Oops. Luke just called the droids “robots”. Close, not quite.

*Leia probably could have resisted it, but I wonder why Vader opted to use drugs to get the location of the Rebel base and not mind probe? That’s a power all good Sith Lords should possess.

*I really wish Disney would release the original versions of the original trilogy before it was digitally remastered. I watched it hundreds, if not thousands, of times on VHS before they did it, but it’s hard to remember and I’d like to.

*Luke’s Intro to Jedi mind tricks.

*Obi-Wan is the undisputed king of chopping off arms.

*You also have to give it to Obi-Wan when he pulls out the lightsaber in the cantina in the first place. Balls. It didn’t seem to bother the majority of the patrons that there was a Jedi in their midst, people looked, the Bith band kicked back up and folks returned to their drinks. Still, there’s always a fascist rat in the crowd someplace that squeals to the Empire. Every. Time.

*”I’m never coming back to this planet again.” -Luke. Don’t be so sure.

*Han shot first.

*One of my least favorite things about the digitally remastered version of A New Hope is the conversation between Han and Jabba in the hangar. Han and Greedo had the exact same conversation in the cantina that he and Jabba had in that hangar verbatim. It’s almost as if Lucas just couldn’t help himself as the Jabba/ Han conversation was probably his original plan that he couldn’t pull off when Star Wars was originally released. And at this point, they couldn’t replace the Han/ Greedo interaction because it is iconic. Now, it all feels like a pointless, redundant afterthought. Also, it’s odd that Han calls a Jabba a wonderful human being. What!?! Jabba is a huge f*^%ing space slug! TF you mean, “human being”?

*The Millennium Falcon is a badass ship. That is all.

*I can’t stand Tarkin. He’s such a f*^%ing fascist asshole.

*Oh Alderaan…. The Empire did that shit on purpose. They blamed / tried to guilt Leia, but I bet they wanted to take out Bail equally bad. RIP Bail.

*”That’s no moon. It’s a space station!” -Obi-Wan. You can feel that HOLY SHIT moment. Yeah. I don’t know. It’s one part Geonosian (because those stupid f*^%ing bugs) and one part Galen Erso… luckily, Galen rigged it to blow. The bugs would have destroyed the galaxy.

*This goes without saying, but stormtroopers are kinda stupid.

*Tarkin says “the Jedi are extinct”. Nah, fam, there are, like, four of them and a part-timer…

*I have to wonder what all the water was in the trash compactor. Was it sewage, or… ? Yuck. Get out of there! There’s some sort of space worm in there amongst human excrements and god knows what else!

*I appreciate the fact that they left the scene where the stormtrooper hits his head on the door in the digitally remastered version.

*Luke tells C3-PO to shut up. See!?! Peak, I’m telling you.

*Vader telling Obi-Wan that he’s the master is laughable. No. You’re still not a master. You’re Palpatine’s bitch.

* Turns out, Anakin was the death of Obi-Wan. Sadly, Obi-Wan becomes one with the cosmic force. It’s okay. He will manifest himself into a force ghost. Now there are three Jedi and a part-timer…

*Does a simulator where you sit in those gunner seats of the Millennium Falcon and blow up tie fighters exist? If it doesn’t, it’s a hugely missed opportunity in every arcade on the planet. What a game that would be! I’d play.

*They’ve got 15 minutes to blow that shit up before it beats them to the punch.

*I feel like Wedge Antilles is an often underrated character. Wedge is an utter badass, and one hell of a pilot.

*Three minutes.

*One minute.

*Thirty seconds.

*”You may fire when ready.” F*^% you, Tarkin.

*Han comes in clutch. Luke blows up the technological terror (and Tarkin). Party on Yavin!!

*I can’t believe that Chewy will have to wait until The Rise of Skywalker to receive his medal.