#Separatist Council

[mortallyclearwonderland]

Smash or Pass - Separatist Council

Nute Gunray - Smash

I think he and Neimoidians in general are cute. They have those grumpy faces that just make me want to squish them or put my fingers into their dimples and make them smile. When it comes to Viceroy himself it's a mix of ''I can fix him.'' and ''Poor baby.'' If you know his backstory you know what I mean. Also, I like his voice. It's cute and manly at the same time.   

San Hill - Smash

I’m going to repeat myself. ''I can fix him.'' and ''Poor baby.'' He also has a tragic backstory, he lost his family and was abused as a child. Makes you want to take care of him. He's tall (short for a Muun). Has three hearts which probably gives him greater stamina than humans. I would like to listen to them (wonder how they sound, do they beat in sync?) Also, look at those two long fingers.

Wat Tambor - Pass

I would give him a hug, he looks like a good huger but that’s it. He's movie and show iterations look fine but in the comic, he looks like a gummy bear with only a couple of teeth.  Art style can really make a difference.

Po Nudo - Pass

He's not the worst looking, but he also doesn't do anything for me. Just a bit of personality would've been nice.

Poggle the Lesser - Pass

Too much bug-like for me. I would like to fly on his back tho. One Geonosian can carry at least one grown human. I like his language. I think it’s cute and funny.

Passel Argente - Smash

He’s fine. I would like to touch his horn.

Tikkes - Smash

Got beautiful blue eyes, and he dresses elegantly. Probably a good kisser with that mouth.

Shu Mai - Pass

I'm straight, so automatically a no. She's cute. 

[tennessoui]

Anakin: master look at me!! master look what a good omega i am!! master i'd be such a good omega for you as an alpha i can do good 💕

Council: you know he's actually doing a pretty good job at this

Obi-Wan:

obi-wan: look he’s my padawan ok I know better than anyone that nothing motivates him like spite and passive aggression. Who do you think taught him that??

Council: youre just saying that because you don’t want to be wrong

anakin: no no he’s 100% right

anakin to anakin: he’s right but now I need to prove that I can be the bestest omega >:( how dare he suggest otherwise

[asocial-skye]

this came in response to seeing some blog post on my dash about the jedi and republic. i'm usually cool with the jedi, but this post set me off because of the way it defended the Republic.

i understand being jedi positive and jedi critical. i will side eye you immensely and run screaming if you are empire positive beyond the whole 'cool aesthetic and badass villains' and empire crits should and are the norm. i even get being new republic positive-while they suck, they are way better than the neo-nazis.

what i don't understand is, especially in the context of the prequels, is being republic-positive. like, the republic is not this holy paragon symbiotic relationship with the jedi that flourished harmoniously without the evil Sith. like, it's canon that the republic has been failing and a problem since like, before baby palpatine existed. the jedi behold themselves to the republic out of tradition, not for the republic itself. the republic is george lucas's hamfisted take on fucking american imperialism. are you seriously trying to defend this? you really want to look at me and tell me that everything was fine with Bush Era Politics? really?

[abduloki]

Tales of the Jedi E3

I can see why Dooku slowly began to deviate away from the Jedi Council and the Republic after seeing how corrupted the Republic are becoming and how powerless the Jedi Council in saving the ones who are truly innocent. And why more planets are breaking away from the Republic to join the Separatists. 

[animatedminds]

Tales of the Jedi (Initial Thoughts: Dooku)

It’s a Star Wars animated series, so of course we’re here!

This is just some initial thoughts I had, and only about Dooku - I’ll have thoughts about Ahsoka later, but I wanted to get these down first.

SPOILERS, BY THE WAY!

The big overarching idea is that I love the tragic descent of the character shown in the story, but it’s sadder when you watch The Clone Wars and understand that Dooku is a complete hypocrite. We see his descent into colluding with Sidious as a form of radicalization - not the first time Sidious will con an apprentice into joining his side by way of making them think he actually cares about their problems and ideologies. Dooku is increasingly dissatisfied with the Senate, which at that point in time is full of corrupt individuals. He sees himself as a man on the side of the people of the galaxy, who continually suffer due to the Senate’s corrupt decisions, and becomes increasingly disillusioned with the Council who mostly do what the Senate asks them to do. The Jedi are willing to go to bat for the people of the galaxy, but are unwilling to go out of their way to find out what the people actually need - and so, have to have the truth thrown in front of them, often violently, before they will act. Sort of like Prosset Dibs, except Dooku isn’t a complete idiot and actually has a point, or better yet like Barris Offee - who likewise eventually directed her rage in the wrong direction. His fall in Legends was fairly similar.

But the shame if is that for all disdain at the Senate constantly exploiting the people of the galaxy, he would end up no better. Indeed, much like Anakin he would end up worse. Darth Tyranus is an extremely exploitative person. Heck, Count Dooku - outside of his SIth persona - is an extremely exploitative person. Both in terms of allying with and empowering people who blatantly exploted the common people, and doing so himself: in TCW, Dooku freely treated the people of the galaxy like tools - worse, like stepping stones. Loads of TCW episodes are based around Dooku enslaving innocent people, or using their suffering directly to his advantage - like simply orchestrating their deaths because doing so strikes a blow against his enemies. This includes his own constituents in the Separatist Alliance - talking of course about the Separatist Council, some of the few people - poor patsies and fools too pure and gullible for this galaxy - who remain fairly sympathetic throughout the conflict due to their hilariously off base belief that the Separatist state is free of corruption and isn’t run by a band of greedy corporations. They think the world of Dooku. He has several of them killed just because it’s more convenient to either Sidious or himself for them to die. This makes for a sad contrast. It’s an undeniable trait of TCW Dooku that he is exactly the kind of person pre-fall Dooku would have despised. This is even brought up in the episode by Dooku himself, and more dramatically by Yaddle: Dooku is willing to kill as many innocents as possible to achieve his vision of Order and Peace. And if they end up in the way of his Order, then he only offers the Peace of the grave. But what I like even more is how you can see the rationalizations:

One of the things I’ve always very much preferred about the current canon over Legends is its depiction of the Dark Side. The Dark Side in Legends was a semi-sentient corruption: it made you turn evil. It was often the source, rather than the consequence, of the characters’ dark choices: the more you use it, like a demonic possession the more it rewrites your brain to be what it wants it to be. Not only does this take away so many of the characters’ agency in favor of a concept that allows less consequences for heel turns, I always felt it was a misinterpretation of what Lucas had in mind with the idea. Lucas always depicted the Dark Side of an abstraction of his characters’ darker inclinations - wrath, revenge, ambition, greed, hopelessness - the result of them listening to the parts of themselves other characters learn to control and release.

The current canon has been better about this, mostly by recontextualizing the Dark Side more akin to a drug: this works much better for what Lucas intended - falling into those darker inclinations, those harmful decisions, those self-centered ideologies, it’s easier than it seems and feels good. Thus, life is built on rationalizations that allow people to justify that feeling to themselves. People, once they rationalize ideas by way of being taught them, having them propagandized, or simply justifying them on their own, will fight to the death to protect them even if the rest of the world is standing up and showing them the horrible effects of what they’ve chosen. And the various Vader comics, books and other appearances like Kenobi have been great about this: no matter how opposite they may seem, the media makes it clear that Vader is still Anakin - but an Anakin who has decided to cast off everyone in favor of only listening to himself, while rationalizing away the fact that he’s nothing but a ball of rage and wrath at this point. Thus after a certain point, bringing Order to the galaxy simply became inseparable to him from punishing the galaxy for being in disorder, allowing him a justification to inflict his wrath upon everyone around him.

See also: Dooku. You can see the cracks already there - the path from being the Dooku he is at Qui-Gon’s death to the Dooku we see in TCW is as simple as coming to believe that regular people are a small price to pay for putting his vision in place. Kriff, he’s already doing it. He killed Yaddle - even though she wholeheartedly agreed with him - because her existence was nevertheless a threat to him. Why not a few more? Why not hundreds? Why not millions? The ends justify the means, and Dooku must be on top to guarantee the ends he sees, even if his actions make those ends more and more unobtainable. And so evolves Tyranus - a hypocrite who meets the same tragic end of every other poor fool who bought what Palpatine was selling.

I hope we get another book or story about this middle era of Dooku - when he’s still idealistic enough to claim to be a champion of the people, but swiftly on his way to becoming misanthropic instead - with a similar tone perhaps to Legends’ Dark Rendezvous.

I’ll have thoughts about Ahsoka’s story tomorrow. The Dooku one just really inspired me to start talking, you know? May the Force be with you!

[grandmofftarkinsuggestions]

'what's wrong with him' 'they made the citadel arc have actual relevance to the plot of animated sw besides the underrated ani + ahsoka character moments and having ani and tarkin interact' 'oh that's good why is he pacing his enclosure and snarling' 'they didn't actually give it any closure they just made a side character relevant again and while he is admittedly a good addition as a character to the bad batch they still never gave any closure on the citadel arc despite it ending on what is essentially a cliff hanger' 'ohhh.'

[iconac]

prequel-era revan is referred to by their peers as a knight "of the old republic" and it is not a compliment

[wanderer-six]

THE GALA - A Clone Dating Sim

You are a Jedi General. The Council has assigned you a very important mission: the infiltration of a Separatist gala on Raxus. But you will not be going alone--you are allowed to bring a date on this adventure. In the heart of enemy territory, who will you count on to watch your back?

PLAY HERE: THE GALA

Ideal play experience is on desktop! (I think you can play on mobile it just looks a lil yuccy)

Clone bbs x Fem!Jedi player FEATURED CLONES: Sergeant Hunter, Tech, Crosshair, Wrecker, Captain Rex, Commander Wolffe, and ARC Twins Fives & Echo

RATING: 18+ MINORS DNI - The paths can be SFW or NSFW depending on your choices (2nd option is always the NSFW one!) - general warning for smut if you make those choices, more specifics below the cut!

Additional (less relevant) info beneath the cut!

HAPPY MAY 4TH! ENJOY MY LOVES~~

COMPREHENSIVE WARNINGS LIST: In general, lots of flirting, innuendo, pet names. Established relationship for all

Hunter: LOTS of flirting (he is a whore), p in v sex

Tech: Oral (f receiving)

Crosshair: Fingering

Wrecker: Not much for him honestly, implied canoodling (p in v), oblivious boy ♥

Captain Rex: dirty talk, praise, oral (m! Receiving)

Commander Wolffe: rough! p in v

Fives & Echo: Multiple clones (no clonec*st), lots of flirting, Echo is self conscious!

-ART ASSETS I drew all of the Clone art! I found the most nakedest screencap I could of any of them (SURPRISINGLY DIFFICULT) and then traced the base, then looked for Star Wars Male Fashion (WAY FUCKING HARDER) to draw on them and dress them up! I think for Hunter and Fives/Echo I just went crazy but for all the rest lmk if u can spot who I stole the outfits from, i deadass dont remember at this point For Background art I found them all on google images - from what I recall, it's mostly concept art and screenshots from games! -ENGINE I made this in Twine, an incredible tool for making text-based games! I highly recommend looking into it. It's really easy to use and there are a ton of tutorials online!

AN: Thank you so much for playing! Please let me know what you think, I had so much fun making this✨✨ it is so phenomenally cringe but I hope you all enjoy ♥ (also if you spot any bugs or typos, please feel free to let me know and I will fix!!)

TELL ME YOUR FAVORITE PATH I like Rex Crosshair Wrecker the best I think

"""taglist""" - @shinyshayminflower @starrylothcat @pb-jellybeans @jediknightjana

[david-talks-sw]

How the narrative framed Mace Windu, back in 2002

So there's this 2002 book written by Marcus Hearn, edited by J.W. Rinzler, titled Attack of the Clones - The Illustrated Companion. It was released a month before Episode II was released.

AKA, before EU material and anti-Jedi fanon could publicly reframe the meanings of the film... and before more recent narratives could reinterpret the character of Mace as a robotic, protocol-worshipping stickler who never bends the rules (when evidence shows he's anything but).

So how does Marcus Hearn - "untainted" by all the above factors, armed only with the Prequel films and their screenplays - frame the character of Mace Windu?

MACE & ANAKIN

Fandom: "Mace hated Anakin from Day #1 and never trusted him. Mace was probably jealous as he always thought he was the Chosen One, not Anakin!"

Attack of the Clones' - The Illustrated Companion:

"Jedi Masters Yoda and Mace Windu lead the High Council in rejecting Qui-Gon's application to train Anakin, 'He is too old,' concludes Mace Windu. 'There is already too much anger in him.'

Hearn explains that the problem with Anakin wasn't that he was just too old, it's that because of that age he had become too filled with fear and anger to a point where taking on the Jedi training would be twice as hard for him as it already was for everyone else.

Hearn doesn't chastise Mace for this initial decision. On the contrary, he adds more context to it by using a line from the screenplay to explain where Mace is coming from.

He also goes further into Mace's view of Anakin throughout the book:

"[Mace] over-estimates Anakin Skywalker, paying little credence to Obi-Wan's protestations that the boy is too confused and disturbed to be dispatched on a solo mission."

"The Jedi Council is aware of Anakin's exceptional skills, and Mace Windu believes Anakin may fulfill the prophecy that says a being will one day bring balance to the Force. But Anakin still has a lot to learn…"

He's basically stating that Mace believes in Anakin, but that doing so is a mistake. Which, to be fair, considering how things turn out for Mace and the Jedi... is kinda true!

Mace's problem with Anakin is almost the opposite of what most of the fandom projects onto him.

It's not that he dislikes Anakin, on the contrary, he holds Anakin in too high of an esteem and is overlooking Anakin's glaring flaws because "hey, Anakin's the Chosen One. He's got this!"

That's not the only flaw Mace has, according to Hearn.

MACE'S (and the Jedi's) ONLY REAL FLAW

Fandom: "Mace and the Jedi had become too emotionally detached, they had lost touch with the common folk by spending too much time in their ivory tower. They focused so much on being selfless that they forgot how to care, they've become a bunch of elitist, righteous sticklers for protocol who care more about upholding laws than actually helping the people those laws are meant to protect!"

Attack of the Clones' - The Illustrated Companion:

"Although he is a senior member of the Jedi Council, little in Mace Windu's experience has prepared him for the looming threats of the dark side of the Force and Count Dooku's Separatists."

"Mace Windu's faith in the Jedi to protect the Republic is admirable, but it also blinds him to the true scale of the growing menace. He is aware that the dark side is growing, but still allows himself to be too easily reassured about the Separatists' ambitions. [...] Mace fatally misjudges Count Dooku, refusing to believe he could be behind any attempt on Senator Amidala's life. 'Dooku was once a ledi, he tells Padmé. 'He couldn't assassinate anyone. It's not in his character.'"

"Mace Windu's strengths are, in many ways, qualities shared by the Jedi Order as a whole - he is an accomplished diplomat and a fine swordsman. Such skills have served the Jedi well in their role as the galaxy's peacekeepers for a thousand generations. But such skills are not enough to save the Jedi from their own complacency, and the tumultuous changes that threaten to wipe them out forever."

Hearn perfectly grasps what the Jedi's only real flaw is, in George Lucas' intended narrative: they were unprepared, complacent, they were blind... and now they're stuck playing catch-up.

But when he's saying that, he's not blaming them for it. Because this flaw doesn't derive from some sense of elitism or superiority... it is an inevitable consequence of their qualities.

They've managed to stay out of politics as neutral diplomats... ... but that makes them vulnerable to the Sith's plot, which primarily takes place within the political arena, where they have no control or experience.

They are painfully aware of the corruption in the Senate... ... but as a result, they're too quick to trust the Separatist's talking points as well-meaning and genuine, instead of seeing the movement for what it really is: greedy big business trying to become the government.

They trust and agree with Dooku, believe in what he publicly stands for (after all this man used to be one of the wisest and kindest members of the Jedi Order, Mace's friend, Yoda's Padawan, etc)... ... but as such, they are blind to his true nature, that of a treacherous Sith who'd stoop to orchestrating assassinations.

The Jedi have their guard up, knowing that there's another Sith Lord still out there, orchestrating in the shadows... ... but they can't really find him, because the Dark Side has clouded everything, so only darksiders are able to sense the possibilities of the future! Them serving the good side is screwing them over, in this situation.

Flaws such as being too trusting or being unprepared, letting your guard down because you've established a 1000-year-peace, are flaws that kind, noble characters such as the Jedi are bound to have.

They may be flaws, but they aren't faults. And considering the way he describes Mace and the Jedi, it's clear Hearn grasps the nuance.

MACE'S RELUCTANCE TO JOIN THE WAR

Fandom: The Jedi joined the war out of arrogance, they thought they could swashbuckle their way through the problem and win, instead they didn't realize that they lost the very moment they joined.

Attack of the Clones' - The Illustrated Companion:

"Mace Windu believes in the Jedi as keepers of the peace - not as soldiers - but there comes a point when he reluctantly realizes that it is time to take affairs out of the realm of diplomacy."

Mace and the Jedi didn't want to start a war. If you read the script for Attack of the Clones, Mace and Bail keep grasping at straws to not engage with the Separatists up til the very end.

But when you consider that...

the Geonosians are about to execute Obi-Wan without a trial,

and the Separatists leaders have been unmasked as a coalition of unscrupulous corporate assholes who are willing to plunge the galaxy in chaos just to make more money.

... at some point, the Jedi have to come to terms with the fact that Separatist leadership (and Sidious) won't accept diplomacy because they want a conflict. A conflict will make them all richer. And the Republic, well, they're just dying to go to war too.

So the Jedi go save Obi-Wan and capture Dooku, hoping that in doing so, the conflict ends before it begins. They succeed in the former goal... but fail the latter one.

The Clone War has begun.

From there on, the Jedi are drafted to lead the war. Which is why - as Hearn points out - Mace was so reluctant to take action in the first place. The Jedi are ambassadors, they are not built for war... and now they've been forced into one.

Mace is by no means a perfect character... but he's someone doing his best. Just like Obi-Wan, just like Yoda, and all the other Jedi.

Overtime, Windu's character has been dumbed down to either "that one angry black man" or "the dogmatic emotionless dick who hated Anakin"... and I really think that that's not what we were meant to see him as.

The way Marcus Hearn (who also wrote The Cinema of George Lucas) refers to him is a much more charitable interpretation of how others (ahem Filoni ahem) do, nowadays.

[catnipaddictt]

I hate you

enemy TCW!anakin x gn!reader

synopsis: you and anakin hate each other with a passion

wc: 1.5k

cw: fluff, angst, kissing, making-out

Slamming the door behind you, you storm down the halls of the jedi temple, hell-bent on getting your way. You weren’t going on a mission with him. Reaching the doors that lead to the council chambers you open them with more strength than you intended. The sound causes the heads of the council to turn towards you. 

“I’m not going” you state rather than ask. “Anyone else, but not him.” You can feel the gaze of the other Jedi on your face. You sense they knew you were coming, probably through the sheer amount of emotion radiating off you. Obi Wan speaks before any of the other members have the chance to. 

“The council decided that you both could use this mission to sort out your uh-differences” Obi Wan speaks with a calm tone. If he picks up on your disapproval he doesn’t say so. You cross your arms over your Jedi robes unamused. “I won’t do it.”

“You have no choice, we have no choice, you too are the only ones available” He speaks your name softly. “I’m sorry we have to do this, but we need two people to complete this mission, and you both have the skills required.” You go to speak but are cut off quickly by the older Jedi. “It's final.”

You find yourself in a small ship somewhere in the outer rim brooding in the corner when he first speaks to you. “If you stopped sulking you would notice that we are about to land.” Anakin Skywalker speaks in a tone that is meant to incite a reaction from you. But you don’t give in to the novelty, instead you opt to ignore him completely.

You can feel him roll his eyes at your ignorance before moving to go pilot the ship to the surface of the desert planet you had been sent too. According to the Jedi Council, a smuggler had found something that was of interest to the Separatists. So here you were, on a remote planet with the one person you did not get along with. 

Twenty minutes later Anakin had landed the ship close to the coordinates the Jedi had given to R2, and you were standing by the door to the ship. Pulling your cloak over your head, you step out onto the white sand covering the landscape. Wind whips at the ground, causing sand to fly like bullets through the warm air. 

You cover your eyes with your arm as you notice Anakin make the descent down the steps. You can hear him grumbling to R2 about how much he hates sand. Something to do with where he came from, you supposed. 

You walked the short distance to the meeting spot. Which was a small oasis, surrounded by a few palm trees and shrubbery. After a few moments of waiting, your head turns towards the sound of a vehicle, and sure enough you see some sort of floating buggy moving towards you and Anakin. 

Once it reaches you, a creature that is unknown to you gets out and passes you a small silver box, which you take as Anakin hands it the payment. 

You turn the box in your hand, observing the intricate patterns etched into it. What in Kriffs name were they wanting this for? You tuck the object into your pocket as Anakin bids farewell to the trader, the cloud of sand from the buggy’s engine blows towards the ground as it zooms off. 

Your eyes briefly meet Anakins, but you both rip them away quickly, turning on your heel to march back to the ship. The other Jedi follows behind you at a distance, talking to his droid quietly. Throwing open the metal door you climb inside the ship, sitting back down in the corner. You don’t see why the council sent both of you on this mission. It clearly didn’t require any skills. 

Anakin enters the ship, scowling at you. R2 follows him before rolling off to charge and clean the sand from his joints. Anakin sits down in the opposite corner from you, folding his arms. You don’t look at him, instead observing each individual nail on your hand. 

“Are we leaving or are you just going to stare at me?” you speak after a few minutes of silence as well as Anakin's piercing gaze. “We are going to talk” he says with a hint of annoyance. You don’t even bother to look up. “The council obviously wants us to come to some sort of agreement over what is going on here.” 

“What’s going on here? What’s going on here is that you are so self centered that you can’t see that everyone maybe doesn’t like you” You spit at him, to which he responds with a huff. “And maybe if you stopped and looked around for a second you would see that you don’t think before you act. And the rest of us have to clean up your mistakes” You continue with a raised voice. 

He doesn’t reply to your words at first, but eventually he returns the peasantry with the same attitude. “Well, maybe if you acted less like a brat all the time, I would be able to stand you. You walk around like you can just get what you want all the time. And you do. All the time.” You try to get a word in but are cut off. “No, I don’t want to hear it, just because you can’t deal with not getting your way doesn’t mean you have to treat me like shit all the time.” 

You stand up, causing the crate you were sitting on to slide backwards. “Oh and you don’t always get your way too, Mr. Chosen one. Haven’t you noticed that the council gives you what you want, even if you aren’t the right person for the job.” Your words spill out of your mouth at a pace you didn’t think was possible.

He stands up as well, pointing an accusing finger at you. “Like you didn’t go complain to the council about this very assignment. You thought you could waltz in there and get out of it. I didn’t want to do this but you didn’t see me throwing a tantrum and going to the council.” Anakin rebuts, his voice now yelling at you. His brows are furrowed as he shouts.

You try to think of what to say but nothing comes to you. Instead you stand there only an arms length away from him, anger radiating off of you. “I hate you” is all you can manage. It's immature but it's the only way that you can express how you feel about him. 

You think Anakin is about to continue his verbal attack on you but instead you are caught off guard by him roughly pushing you against the metal wall of the ship. And before you can process his actions, his mouth is on yours.

You go completely still before reacting to his lips connecting to yours. Instead of doing the sensible thing of pushing him away and yelling at him more, your lips move with the kiss until it is a messy clash of teeth and tongues. Anakin’s arms cage you in as your mouths move in sync. You know you shouldn’t do this because of the Jedi code but his lips feel perfect against yours, and as much as you hate it, you are enjoying this.

Anakin pulls away to breathe, “This means nothing” he says breathlessly before reconnecting your lips. You kiss him back harshly before pulling away, “You make me sick” you say before kissing him again. The cycle of taking turns in between making out to insult each other goes on for what feels like forever. Slowly both of your tones go from speaking to whispering and mumbling into each other's lips. “I still hate you” you say against Anakin’s soft lips. He returns the favour “I still hate you too”. You both join your lips together again, his hands now roaming and coming to rest on your hips, pulling you against him. You can feel his tongue in your mouth and the air coming out of his nose on your face. 

Your own hands grab onto his cloak, still covered in a fine layer of sand, needing to hold onto something, or in this case someone. But this particular someone was your sworn enemy. You would never have thought you would be in a situation like this. Directly going against the Jedi code, especially because of Anakin, was a far off idea, that you would have called crazy if you had suggested it to past you. But surprisingly you don’t hate it. His warm body pressing against yours was nothing like you have felt before, and you didn’t want it to end.

No matter which way you looked at it. You could feel yourself becoming addicted to Anakin Skywalker's touch at this moment. Fuck. You pull away, finally coming to your senses. “We shouldn’t have done that.” you state clear as day. His arms don’t leave their new home, instead they grip you tighter as his face comes towards you again. “And you hate that you liked it.” he says with a sly grin. Instead of arguing you can’t resist attaching yourself to him again. 

You can feel him against you, and his saliva in your mouth, tainting your morals. And you hate to admit it, but you don’t want this to end. You want him all to yourself.

Taglist: @heartsforanakin @qvnthesia

I don't like this that much and I didn't know what to do for an ending but here you go <3 Also if people are interested in a taglist lmk!

[alwaysmoncheri]

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 — ANAKIN SKYWALKER!

pairings ❧ anakin skywalker x reader

summary ❧ after a long, dangerous mission anakin comes back to you

warnings ❧ female!reader, implications of jedi!reader, anakin is absolutely smitten, kissing, reassurance, mentions of anxiety

word count ❧ 1.3k

additional notes ❧ my first anakin skywalker fic ´･ᴗ･`

You toss and turn in your bed, worried thoughts rushing through your head, consuming you like a plague, and robbing your mind and body from a much needed sleep.

You can never seem to fall asleep without him. Especially the nights spent not knowing whether he’s going to make it out of his solo missions alive. This time, you really wish you could’ve gone with him. You two always work best when you’re together and that’s one of the many reasons you fell in love with each other. Though, this time, the council sent Anakin to gather information about a mass of rising separatists alone. You know Anakin is a talented jedi, an impeccable spy, and an even better soldier. His skills with a lightsaber are unmatched, but the lingering voices in the back of your mind speak volumes, creating a sense of anxiousness to burn a hole in your chest.

Finally deciding that you’ve suffered through your anxiety for long enough, you sit up, throw your covers off of your aching chest, and swing your legs over the side of your bed. You stand, your legs wobble ever so slightly with unease still pinching at your heart. You then turn to grab your robes from their place hanging off the side of your headboard, and throw them over your shoulders holding the silky material tight to your shivering body. The soft sounds of your bare feet padding across the cold floor fills the silent space, and your quick, shaken breaths begin to slow, returning to their normal rhythm upon arriving at the balcony door.

When you step outside, the brisk night air envelopes your body and your robes begin to sway back and forth, following the serene rhythm of the breeze. You glance upward, towards the stars and approach the edge of the balcony. You then bring your arms up to gently rest upon the railing, your gaze still fixed on the night sky. While taking a deep, shaky breath, you close your eyes for a brief moment, and allow your chaotic thoughts to just be. The world seems to slow. The bustling streets of the lush city that was once ringing with life, is now quiet, finally offering a second of peace and tranquility for your soul.

When you reopen your eyes, you glance back up to the sky, the twinkling stars filling your gaze. A soft smile falls upon your face in response. The stars have always reminded you of Anakin. They’re utterly breathtaking, captivating in the most unexpected ways, always right there when you need them most, and they always have your heart.

“What are you still doing up, my angel?”

Anakin.

When you begin to twirl around upon hearing the familiar voice, you’re surprised by a pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist and preventing you from finishing your motion. You instantly melt into his touch, your head resting against his warm chest and your body pooling into his arms like jello. And when he drops his head down to your shoulder, his messy, but soft curls brushing against your cheek, you think you’ve finally gone insane.

“Come to bed.” Anakin whispers against your neck, his words are muffled and his warm breath tickles your sensitive skin, causing an exhausted giggle to escape past your lips, “You need to sleep, my love.”

Anakin plants his lips upon your neck, trailing delicate kisses on your skin. Your stomach tingles in response to Anakin’s sweet gesture, but your heart aches with worry that this might not last forever. You place your hands on top of his arms, prying them away from your body just enough for you to spin around to face him.

“Ani…” You whisper, your voice almost inaudible while keeping your hands on his arms, your fingertips slowly trail upwards, and your eyes gaze into his with visible concern, “When did you get back?”

Ignoring your question for the time being, Anakin continues to deliberately place feathery kisses along your neck, his mouth beginning to travel upward, leaving a kiss on my jaw, both of your cheeks, your nose, and eventually your temple. Finally, Anakin places his forehead against yours, stepping closer and taking in a deep breath. His relief fills the air and you can feel the harsh, all-consuming weight being lifted from your lover’s shoulders.

“Not long ago.” Anakin responds, gently brushing his nose against yours and you can’t help but feel the pain he must’ve endured during his mission through the force connection the two of you have always shared, “Had to go through mission reports, strategies, lectures, the usual. I escaped Obi Wan’s grasp as soon as I could.” Anakin whispers in addition, and a sense of panic begins to rise within your gut, which you find might be caused by Anakin’s nonchalant behavior after leaving you alone and terrified for his life.

“I was so worried, Ani.” You cry and reach up to cling onto Anakin’s forearms, scared that if you let go even for a second, he’ll slip away, “You have no idea.”

“Trust me, angel. I do.” Anakin whispers, placing another sweet, lingering kiss to your forehead, carefully placing your trembling hands in his, and beginning to pull you back into the warmth of your room, “Please, come to bed.”

Not finding it within yourself to argue against him, you give in and allow Anakin to lead you across the room, over to where your bed lies in the middle of the moonlit space.

The second your eyes meet the soft, warm-looking bed, you seem to realize how tired you truly are. You know there hasn’t been a night since Anakin’s departure that you’ve been able to sleep all the way through, but you’ve been completely oblivious of its effect on your focus and mental stability. The unusually sympathetic looks you received from Obi Wan and the concerned glances from your friends during training over the course of the past week all begin to make sense.

Anakin’s warm touch against the soft flesh of your shoulder brings you back to the present moment, and this is a moment you definitely don’t want to miss. Not when he’s finally near.

Anakin’s heavenly soft fingers gently pull your robe off your body, leaving you shivering in your night attire. As the night air nips at your figure, Anakin strips off his own robes, then draws you into your bed, and finally pulls the covers on top of the two of you. A peaceful sigh escapes your lips when your head hits Anakin’s bare chest, his heartbeat has always brought you a sense of comfort and tranquility. His arms instantly wrap around your waist and gently pull you closer. You glance up, a soft smile gracing your face until your eyes come in contact with a small scar on Anakin’s neck, one you’ve not yet seen before.

“Are you hurt? What happened?” You panic, your hand shooting up to carefully press against his sensitive skin, “Maker, I should’ve been there—”

“Angel?” Anakin whispers, the softness in his voice catching my attention, and your worried eyes meet his loving ones.

“Yeah?” You ask quietly, and Anakin takes your hand in his, bringing it down from the new scar on his neck.

“I’m okay.” Anakin says reassuringly, pressing fluttering kisses along your knuckles and speaking in between them, “I’m right here.”

“But Ani, what if, one of these missions…” You trail off and glance away from your boy before regathering your thoughts, “What if you don’t come back?”

Anakin smiles a tender smile, one that you long to hold in your memory forever, and he begins to stroke your hair, his fingers getting caught in the strands. He’s trying to lull you to sleep and you don’t want to fight it. Not when you’re absolutely desperate to memorize the feeling of being close to him.

“You have nothing to worry about, my love.” Anakin hums when you finally close your eyes, “Until every last star in the galaxy dies, I’ll come back to you.”

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[joisbishmyoga]

blackkat's newest ficlet on ao3 has the Jedi Council drunk and a mention of "stop doing paperwork, if we secede from the Republic again Bail's gonna laugh at us"

and

just

What a beautiful idea. The Jedi accidentally secede from the Republic because drunk paperwork, but since the Chancellor's banned negotiating with the Separatists, they can't rejoin.

Yoda: Hm. Stay on Coruscant, we cannot, then. Politically awkward, it is.

Someone: What are we going to do about the GAR? We can't just leave them to people who don't see them as sentient--

Yoda: Assigned to the Jedi, the GAR is. Purportedly paid for by the Jedi, they are--

Mace: *muttermutter* And how anybody's that stupid to think we could afford even one with their ten years room and board and training--

Yoda: SINCE ON THE PAPERWORK, OUR NAME IS, retain the clones, the Order must.

Mace: Ow.

Somebody: How is the investigation going on that, anyway?

Everybody else: *wordless noises expressing just how poorly it's going*

Yoda: Bureaucracy, a plague upon this galaxy, is.

[adh-d2]

They really read Ventress' file and thought 'yep, we can take her'.

Boys. Darlings. Sweetiepies. Did you get to the parts where she:

- Walked away from a 2v1 duel with Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi?

- Single-handedly extracted a high ranking separatist prisoner from aboard a fully manned Venator (almost killing a jedi Master of the High Council in the process)?

- Survived multiple attempts on her life by a literal sith lord?

- Showed up on Coruscant, home of the Galactic Republic, by the side of Anakin Skywalker's fugitive padawan. And didn't even come close to getting caught?

I might have just developed a new headcanon where Tech was the only member of CF99 who could read.

[flyiingsly]

Interesting

Pairing : Crosshair x f!jedi!reader

Prompt : “What is going on inside your head ?”

Warnings : NSFW!!, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it irl), p in v, oral sex (f and m receiving)

Wordcount : 3,3k

Summary : You and Crosshair are send on an infiltration mission together, far away from the Batch and just the two of you for a couple days. The perfect opportunity to finally get closer to him without being caught by any witnesses.

A/N : Behold ! Here is my submission for the @cloneficgiftexchange ! I was assigned to @skellymom, and let me tell you, it was the perfect opportunity to finally write smut ! 😄

I wanted something spicy for Crosshair with that prompt, and it’s my first ever time with smut, so I really hope that it turned out okay and that you'll enjoy reading it as much as I had fun writing it ! (Not gonna lie, it was harder to write than I thought, it was a big challenge for me, and I'm very nervous about posting it, but I’m so happy that I was able to finish it !)

Enjoy 💜

“Kriff, there’s only one bed ...” you let out with shock as soon as you entered the room, instantly stopping in your tracks.

You didn’t even realize how funny you sounded at the moment.

“Of course there’s only one bed, you didn’t specify that we needed two !” a mocking voice rose behind you, instantly making you unfreeze.

“You didn’t either !” you exclaimed, rolling your eyes and heading toward the nearest light switch.

He didn’t answer anything, but you still caught the sight of a grin growing on his face as he closed the door.

The evening had been long, and very special, too. You were currently on an undercover mission, sent by Commander Cody to infiltrate a bar owned by someone suspected to be at the head of an arms trafficking that was, apparently, supplying by stealing their weapons directly into the GAR armories, with the help of a mole.

It was a very big deal both for the Jedi Council and the GAR, and it needed to be stopped as soon as possible.

This is how you were assigned to that unusual task. And since you had worked with the Batch on a lot of missions already, and that the Jedi Council didn’t want you to go alone on a Separatist ruled planet, Cody asked them for a little help. And of course, they agreed.

It was decided that only one of them would come with you at the bar, and that you’ll use the civilian space transport to reach your destination. The air traffic was very restricted and monitored there, you just couldn’t show yourself with the Marauder or any other military ship. 

The cover was perfect : a young couple of humans from Coruscant on vacation, here to attend a local music festival hosted in a nearby city in a few days, who decided to stop at a bar in the city they landed in and have some fun before traveling toward their final destination. 

The yearly event was known to attract waves of foreigners, so your presence wasn’t going to seem suspicious.

How did Crosshair ended up being the one accompanying you when it could have been any of the others ?

Well, he volunteered.

“Oh kriff !” you grumbled again as the light bulb instantly fried when you pushed the switch, the room filling with a sudden and violent flash of light for a brief second before returning to darkness.

“Well …” you nervously chuckled, “That night is gonna be interesting !”

The curtains were still open, and the public lighting on the outside was bathing the room in some sort of weird, dimed and gloomy atmosphere. It was enough for you to still be able to distinguish the furniture and to locate a little bed table and the lamp settled on it.

“Here we are …” you proudly burst as you successfully turn it on, the bulb staying intact this time. 

You let out a long and relieved sigh as your gaze fell onto the window and the view of the city. This place wasn’t that different from Coruscant, you thought.

You finally were starting to relax after a whole evening on your guards, scanning and examining every person around you, trying to catch a glimpse of every conversation and every detail that could have possibly led you to the precious intel you were searching for.

Stealth and observation were part of your most developed abilities, and you were a good actor, so fitting in wasn’t that hard. Your wandering eyes and ears did the rest of the job.

And what they were able to catch was, indeed, going to be very useful for the next step of your inquiry.

You weren’t really trusting Crosshair’s capacities to play pretend at first. But despite your apprehensions, he unexpectedly proved himself to be very good at acting as your boyfriend. Way too good maybe. 

Before you could even make any move toward the window to get a closer look at the surroundings, you felt a presence standing right behind you. The sensation made you freeze on the spot, unable to move anymore.

“What do you mean, the night is gonna be interesting ?” his deep voice nearly caused you to jump.

You weren’t expecting him to be that close right now. You were so focused on that damn window that you didn’t notice how quickly and swiftly he had moved.

Where were your stupid jedi reflexes when you needed them ?

“Depends on how you interpret it.” you answered with a sly smile.

It’s been this way for the whole evening, throwing dirty or sarcastic remarks at each other. It was perfectly in character then, and not that much of acting : you were close friends and scoffing at each other was an integral part of your communication.

But this time, it felt different.

Your instinct was telling you that something was about to happen, but you were trying your best not to think about it.

Not to fantasize about it.

A light chuckle escaped his mouth, and you suddenly couldn’t get your eyes off of his lips.

"What is going on inside your head, General ?" He asked with a mischievous grin.

You couldn't resist it anymore, you’ve been trying your best not to stare at him for too long since you arrived at the bar, and for months before that mission, in fact. 

And you were doing just fine until then, but that damn smile broke your last string of self control.

"Plenty of things actually, do you want me to show you ?" You let out, before you could even think about the consequences of your words.

Then your little playful smile suddenly fades away as a wave of embarrassment hit you.

“No, I’m sorry, that’s not … I wasn’t expecting it to sound that …” 

“… Sincere ?” he interrupted you.

You were suddenly feeling so self-conscious that you lowered your head, the heat violently raising to your cheeks, trying to focus so hard on the floor that you barely noticed him coming even closer.

“I’m so sorry …” you muttered, “I took the joke too far, I shouldn’t have said that …”

“Why for ?”

“I’m your superior …”

“Oh, cut it out, please …” his tone was firm, but softer than usual, “All I want to know is if you really had something on your mind or not.”

You slowly raised your head to meet his eyes again. They were burning with lust now.

“Yes …” you breathed out, “I may have a way too precise idea of how that night was going to end …” 

You stopped. The sound of your heart beating faster than ever was ringing through your ears now, but you still felt it skip a bit when the sniper leaned toward you until his nose was nearly brushing against yours.

“Show me, then.”

He didn’t need to ask twice, you just couldn’t keep your hands off of him anymore anyway. 

With trembling fingers, you reached for his face, cupping it gently, finally finding enough courage to kiss those lips you had been craving to feel on yours for so long. 

It was shy and hesitant at first, but it didn’t take long before he answered it, giving you a pleasant rush of self-confidence as his hands fell on your hips, pulling your body against his. 

Your legs became weak and the world seemed to start spinning around you, but you definitely lost it when, as he deepened the kiss, his hands slipped from your hips to your butt, grabbing it firmly. 

The unexpected touch sent a wave of heat and excitation through your body, and for a moment, you thought that your pussy was about to melt. 

“You’re so beautiful …” you heard him whisper in your ear in a deeper, lower voice than usual.

It was too much for you to bear, and your impatient hands reached for his pants and belt, starting to unfasten it as you pushed him against the nearest wall. You were blessing the fact that he wasn't wearing his armor right now.

“I didn’t know that you were that skilled with your hands.” he quipped, he was still grinding, and his words suddenly sounded like a challenge.

You didn’t answer anything, but instead let your fingers slip into his pants, softly caressing him through his underwear at first, your lips reaching for his neck and planting small pecks on it. He was nearly fully hard already, and you couldn’t help but bite your lips at the thought, suddenly craving to feel his cock sliding inside of you.

A gasp escaped his mouth and his grip on you became tighter, one of his hands starting to roam under your shirt until it landed on your chest, massaging your breast through your bra.

But you stop him in his tracks to take down both his pants and underwear. The fabric fell on the floor with a muffled crumpling, finally allowing you free access to his crotch. 

His whole body shivered when your fingers started to brush over his bare skin, softly caressing his hips and his balls, before wrapping them around his length and beginning to stroke it gently. 

“Maker … “ he exhaled, “you have now idea how long I have been wanting you to touch me …”

The words made your pussy throb under your skirt. So it wasn’t your brain playing tricks on you after all, those lingering glances that he kept throwing at you really meant what you thought it was.

“I guess I understand why you volunteered for that mission now.”

He answered you with his lips crashing against yours again, but the kiss was angrier this time. When you broke it, you started to go down on him, still stroking him.

You heard a faint moan escape his as your mouth took the tip of his erection in, your lips gently wrapping and slowly moving back and forth around it, one of your hands following the same gesture and the other settling on his back end.

His skin was soft and warm under your tongue, and as you were shoving his length deeper and deeper into your throat, you heard his breath become more and more intense and loud.

Even if your eyes were closed, you could feel the weight of his intense stare upon you. You knew that you were being watched, but you knew that you were having complete power over him as well right now, and it felt immensely satisfying.

Pleasure was making his hips shake, and as you were increasing your pace, his fingers ran through your hair, firmly taking a hold on them. 

"St ... Stop ..." you suddenly heard him mutter, panting.

You immediately paused, raising your head toward him with a worried look.

"You okay ? What's wrong ?" You asked, your brows furrowing in concern.

"No, it's good, too good ... But now it's my time to show you something” he smirked, his hand reaching for yours, unwrapping it from his length and tucking on it to signify you to stand up. 

His eyes were glowing with desire, and as soon as you were up on your feet, he dragged you along toward the bed, and in a matter of seconds, you were laying on your back on the mattress with him towering you.

Your heart skipped a bit when you saw him removing his shirt, revealing the other half of his body.

“Like what you see ?” he smugly asked with a bragging expression on his face.

“You have no idea …” you let out, hungrily staring at him.

With an amused chuckle, he leaned over you to get rid of your own shirt and your bra as well, sending them flying across the room.

Now it was his turn to play, and he wanted to take his time with you.

His hands landed on your breast as he kissed you needily, the tips of his lean fingers playing with your nipples, rubbing them delicately.

You let out a moan against his lips, and your hands started to wander on his back, pressing him against you. 

Then it was your skirt’s turn to be removed as he began to go down your body, leaving a trail of small kisses behind him. The caress of his lips on your exposed body sent little shivers down your spine, and you couldn’t help but start panting in anticipation.

It wasn't happening so often, but your patience was running thin as your excitation grew stronger. Your whole body was craving for his touch, and he knew it. 

He must have been so proud of himself right now.

You clenched your teeth when he pulled out your panties, making it slip along your legs before spreading them open.

He started by planting kisses all over your hips, then your tights, his lips brushing against your skin between each one, while his fingers were working their way to your inner thighs, starting to massage your clit carefully.

“So wet for me already …” he purred, his voice always sounded attractive to you, but in this context and with this satisfied tone, it was driving you crazy.

His mouth finally found your pussy, kissing it just like the rest of your body at first, before his tongue started to draw little circles on it. The pressure of his hands clasped around your tights, securing them in position with a firm grasp was just as arousing, and you absentmindedly grabbed his wrist, your back arching as the movements of his tongue were sending little waves of pleasure through down your spine.

When it suddenly hit the perfect spot, your body twitched, your grip on his wrist tightened, and you couldn’t retain a loud groan. As the touch of his tongue became more insistent and stronger on that spot, he let go of one of your tight, breaking free of the embrace of your hand to caress your entrance with the tips of his fingers.

Another loud moan escaped from your mouth when he slid one inside of you, then another, curling them and making small back and forth gestures.

“Please …” you whimpered, “Please, stop playing with me like that …”

You were breathless, and as much as he liked to tease you, his own horniness was becoming hard to contain as well. 

Your eyes followed him as move out from between your legs to crawl over you, the light of the little bed lamp bathing his slim body in a warm halo and making his silver hair shine. 

Now that you were finally allowing yourself and taking your time to stare at him, you couldn’t help but find him looking even more handsome than you already thought.

He stopped atop of you, sitting on his elbows, his lips still wet with your arousal angrily kissing you. You answered the kiss as passionately, opening your mouth to press your tongue against his, your fingers losing themselves in his hair.

“Are you sure this is what you really want, General ?”

The way he called you “General” sounded so dirty that it just made your brain melt. You were a mess right now, and military ranks weren’t meaning anything anymore to you at that moment, the only thing that you needed was to have him fuck the hell out of you.

“Yes, please !” you beg him.

“As you wish …” he whispered in your ear before getting up on his knees and grabbing your hips.

You didn’t resist him when he rolled you on your stomach and spread your legs open once again, raising your ass and arching your back to give him full access to your entrance. You let out a gasp of relief when the tip of his erection pressed against it, easily sliding in with how wet you were, while one of his hands was playing with your nipples.

He started to slowly move into you, diving as deep into your pussy as possible with every thrust, burying his face in the crook of your neck, covering it with kisses that quickly turned into bites.

Soon, his pace was increasing, and your legs retracted to your back, your toes curling as you were leaning against him, adjusting the movement of your body to match his.

The feeling of his hot and quick breath hitting your skin made you want to kiss him so badly that you lifted up your head, begging for his lips with pleading eyes.

They crashed against yours more violently than expected, nearly making your teeth clash, and you felt the embrace of one his arm tightening around your chest, pressing your back strongly against his.

Suddenly, his other arm slid under your body, his hand reaching for your clit and his fingers starting to massage it.

“Crosshair …” you breathed out at the unexpected sensation.

He was in complete control of your body now, and to hear you moan his name was so thrilling that his pace accelerated even more and his movement became rougher, causing his hips to smack against your butt with loud thuds.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his finger rubbing your clit and the heat that was growing between your legs as he thrusted faster and faster into you, until a massive wave of pleasure hit you, sending a violent shudder through you, your whole body contracting and freezing for a second.

You were the first to come, but he was right behind you, already on the verge of his own orgasm when the sudden contraction of your walls around his cock and your loud moans finally triggered it. 

He let out a groan, his head falling on your shoulder and his face burying in the crook of your neck, his embrace around you tightening one last time before his arms started to relax.

It was so intense that your vision was a bit blurry and tingling. It left you both panting, trembling and sweaty, with your legs entangled and your skins burning hot. He kept his face pressed against you for a moment, then slowly raised it to place a gentle kiss on your cheek.

You stayed that way for a couple more times, allowing your breaths to return to its normal pace and the beating of your hearts to slow down, before breaking the embrace.

“Was this supposed to be part of the mission as well ?” he teased you, as soon as he was laying next to you.

“Well, not really, but I guess it’s a bit too late to ask Cody about it now … He didn't gave us any limits after, as long as the cover is credible ...”

The remark and your mischievous expression sparked a smile on his face, but for once, it wasn’t one of his usual malicious grins, it was a real, soft and sincere smile. His eyes were riveted to you, admiring you. It was the first time that he was looking at you from that close, and you couldn’t help but blush under his eyes.

“What do you think about taking a shower before going to sleep, hu ?” 

“Yeah, I wouldn’t say no !” you chuckle with embarrassment when you noticed that the bed sheets were sticking to your belly as you tried to get up.

***

When you woke up the next morning, the first thing that came to your still sleepy mind was the comforting sensation of Crosshair’s body cuddled against yours, his head rested on your chest and his arms tightly wrapped around your waist, the warmth of his skin pleasantly enveloping you.

It felt like the whole previous night was a dream at first, but then the first thing that he did when opening his eyes was to gently caress your hair and press a long kiss on your forehead, taking you back to reality.

“Hello, Mesh’la …” he mumbled with a soft smile playing on his lips.

You were right, that night was, indeed, very interesting, and the next couple days promised to be as well.

[saintmurd0ck]

lakeside dreamin'

masterlist

pairing: jedi general anakin skywalker x f!reader

summary: anakin reminisces about your lives together while he's away fighting in the clone wars

warnings: heavy angst, mentions of canon events in TCW, canon typical mentions of warfare, some smut/spice, mentions of sex, minors DNI 18+ only

a/n: to the one anon who requested this maybe a year ago? i saw clone wars anakin and it was over for my brain 🫠 anyway love you guys and leave a comment or reblog if you liked this! 🥺

song pairing: love on the brain (rihanna)

The war was taking its toll.

Day after day, planet after planet, all Anakin knew now was his place on the battlefield. And his role in leading the victory for the Jedi and the Republic, even though their dogma preached peace, not violence. Every skirmish brought a new kind of horror to his once uncomplicated life, whether it was watching Separatist droids and clone troopers alike, cut down as easily as marsh reeds, or the simple fact that his relationship with the Force was dwindling towards something impure. Something he couldn’t make sense of, and would surely raise more questions than answers if he were to confide in his Masters. It wasn’t that he contemplated reaching towards the Dark side, or thought of the kind of evil only the Sith could endure; it was more like an isolating numbness that spread from within, and before long, Anakin felt the cloud settle over his mind.

He was tired of seeing smoke — the kind that billowed in every direction, stinking of despair and lost hope on his front, despite the war turning to the Republic’s favour. It was the sound of unending blaster fire and the repetitive ignition of his lightsaber that haunted his nightmares, and with only the company of his clone legion, his Padawan Ahsoka and the occasional appearance from Obi-Wan, he felt himself starting to slip.

He was overwhelmed, and encumbered with burden. 

Never before had he experienced such guilt, anger and suffering — towards his army, towards the civilians caught in the crossfire, and towards his relationship with you. 

The secret life the two of you led, away from the Order, felt like something out of another galaxy, another lifetime. It was as if eons had passed since he’d last seen you, and yet the world was constantly evolving — not towards freedom, but into a more destructive version of its past. Even for a Jedi General (and, one could argue, because he was a Jedi General), Anakin had little comfort, and much less sway in which systems he visited and what he took part in. Seeing you was absolutely out of the question, but it wasn’t like he bothered to even ask, out of fear of inviting a lecture from Obi-Wan, or Maker-forbid, an audience with Master Yoda. 

At least things like facilitating training for the Onderon rebels allowed him to feel more of himself, and to an extent, a sort of unity with the Council, but all of that was quickly replaced by the more sinister side of the Separatist Alliance, such as the trainwreck on Zygerria. Liberation didn’t exist there. Not until Anakin showed up.

It was these events that really compelled him to look inwards, to not just seek the Force’s guidance, but to use it in tandem with a coping mechanism that would get him through the war. 

And so the vignettes began. Slowly, at first. 

It started off as little glimpses of your life together, slices of euphoric nostalgia that weaved their way into Anakin’s being. He didn’t realise just how much he yearned for you; not simply the way your skin felt on his, but the pureness of your energy, the reminder that good truly did exist in this world. As much as these images were a solace to his sanity, they brought about a sense of malaise. Contrition, actually, if he sought the Force for the purpose of clarity. Even though it all existed in his head, allowing himself these indulgences felt like once again, he was breaking Code. 

But could it really have been that bad, if it honed his focus? If it drew him back to the bigger picture, of the why? Reminding himself of who it was he fought for didn’t erase the atrocities, but it gave him that flicker of hope, knowing that the sum of his actions equalled a better world for you. 

And some selfish, miniscule part of him figured that if he could lead the victory, he’d be pardoned when the Order inevitably found out about the life the two of you shared. It isn’t as if no-one already knew. He was sure Ahsoka was aware. Rex, too. He doubted when it came to Obi-Wan, but then again very little got past his Master. 

While the memories of you lay fresh before his eyes, they seemed to sharpen at specific points throughout the day; often in the thick of battle, or when he woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in a cold sweat, nothing but thin shafts of moonlight illuminating his body. It’s like they were stitched perfectly amongst the real action, scattered at perfect intervals that jerked his body into manoeuvre.

The sweetest images had always featured the lake. 

Armed with nothing more but his wits, his back pressed against the cold, wet stone in a cave on Vanqor, he reminisced about that first night with you by the lakeside. The sweet smell of wildflowers carried in the breeze, heightened by his affinity for the Force. He recalled the gentle lapping of the waves on the shore, and how the two moons cast their milky glow upon the shimmering surface of the water. And you — radiant, almost ethereal in the soft light, and the way your lips brushed against his neck, filling him with the kind of heat that flooded all at once. Not even the screech of the pursuing gundark could have interrupted this moment in time. He felt his breathing go ragged, because he remembered what happened next. He gritted his teeth, thinking about the way he moved inside you, and how you tangled your fingers in his hair, pressing chaste kisses to his mouth, his chest, whispering his name in sinful bliss. The gundark didn’t stand a chance. Not when Anakin’s motivation for getting out alive laid in sweet promise, embedded in these visions.

His name felt the most natural rolling off your tongue, nevermind that that was truly the last real thing he possessed, unmarred by time and the influence of the Jedi. In that moment, when you’d taken him over the edge with you, crying his name so loud he swore someone had heard, he knew he’d give it over to you if you’d asked.

He thought of the lake again when he was in Felucia, crouched low amongst the sillum. His lightsaber grew heavy in his hand, the ridges suddenly awkward in his palm, but the grip he’d started to lose on his lifeline gave rise to something he couldn’t ignore. 

It was another temperate day and the sun had created the most brilliant reflections on the surface of the lake. With the grasses and trees swaying in the wind, Anakin closed his eyes, reaching out with the Force. He didn’t prod or poke, but rather he cast a wide net, a delicate caress, to connect with the life that teemed. It sang to him in a multi-layered harmony, acting as a prominent reminder that the Force flowed in all living things. And when his eyes fluttered open, he watched you carefully as you walked towards the water, your feet crunching on the smooth pebbles that made up the beach. You turned around to give him a dazzling smile, moving with deliberation to slip off your clothes. Your laughter echoed in the crisp air as you dived into the lake, disappearing under a swathe of emerald green, only to resurface in the middle with a large grin plastered to your face. He didn’t hesitate to jump in, to shed his clothing on the spot. A shudder ran down his spine at the thought of what happened shortly after. 

Sometimes it was hard to return to the present, to remember that he’d sleep alone that night while you were only just waking up, systems away, most likely after another fitful slumber.  There were times where he thought these visions would serve no other purpose than to derail him, when the temptation of your touch shadowed his desire for victory. These moments guided him to channel the Force within, so as to remind himself of why he was doing this in the first place. Because it was more than just a coping mechanism. It was an anchor. A thrumming pulse point. A gentle acknowledgement of the life he wanted to come back to.

It’s then that he wondered when enough would be enough, when the war would come to a stalemate, as it so often did in their history. The tide was turning, and he knew it.

And there it was again, that kernel of hope, that ember of light that shone in the depths of his soul. Even reduced to a ghost in his memory, you were tangible, so tangible now. He wouldn’t let the Separatists win. He couldn’t, because there was too much at stake. And so if thinking of you, in these ways, helped him remember that, he wasn’t going to stop. 

Not for anyone. 

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part 2/2 of my 2023 cover collection! This one only 75% star wars and 25% sandman. Check out my cover collection tag for big chunks of covers like this, or check out my big bang tag for a bunch of collab'd stuff! idk or do whatever you want!

oh, and happy thanksgiving for my american buds I'm thankful for getting to work with so many cool people

Links and summaries beneath the cut!

2023 cover collection

We'll Meet Again by @littledumplingwrites (art) (with more art by @punkascas)

When Initiate Obi-Wan Kenobi is assigned to AgriCorps, he goes to his Creche Master to ask why he hasn’t been assigned to a Service Corps better suited. As a result he’s sent to MediCorps to become a healer. Cue Obi-Wan becoming Ben Kenobi: a master healer and specialized surgeon who does philanthropic MediCorps work on the Outer Rim. It’s hard work, but good work and he enjoys what he does. But when the Clone Wars start, Ben is called away from his humanitarian work to patch up Clone Troopers and Jedi on the battlefield. And once he’s there, he meets a rising star in the Clone Army: one Captain Cody.

Or, Healer-Surgeon Ben Kenobi was called to the war front. And he wasn't too keen on going. What were the Jedi even thinking when they started a war?

That M*A*S*H Star Wars AU that I just couldn't get out of my head, so I wrote it. (However, you do not have to know or have seen MASH to understand this.)

Healer Ben Kenobi, Reporting for Duty by @littledumplingwrites (art) (with podfic by mengde)

Healer Ben Kenobi finishes his surgical work on one battlefield and finds out he has a new assignment: rendezvous with the 212th and work with the clone healers there. This makes Ben a little nervous, because his new boyfriend Major Cody is a part of the 212th and Ben hasn’t heard from him in weeks.

Can the two of them work through their relationship issues, even as the Separatist Droid Army closes in on their position? Can Cody learn to trust someone who isn’t a brother? And can Ben learn to put his partner’s care above his past hurts?

Can be read as a standalone. Also, you do NOT need to know anything about M.A.S.H. to read or enjoy this story.

Bonds of Beskar by @popjeckdoom (art) (with more art by Aliennotperson)

In a universe where the Mandalorian Empire never fell, but changed, Ad’be’alor Kote Vhett faces threats from all sides. His father, Mand’alor Jango Vhett has been cursed into a Majick sleep, and as Tor Vizsla and his supporters tear the Council of Clans apart, Kote is desperate to wake his father and reunite the Empire. In an effort to save his father, and his people, Kote Vhett offers “anything” to the person who can cure his Father’s curse.

Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi may be the person for the job; only one issue--the Jedi have been in hiding for a thousand years, still hunted by Sith and Mandalorians alike. Can he keep his true identity secret long enough to help the Mand'alor... or will events conspire to reveal him before his mission is complete?

Forever; Without Stagnation by @noir-renard (art)

Din and Luke meet on Tatooine. Din and Luke fall in love. Din and Luke get married—

And then the plot catches up.

The Galaxy needs you, says The Force, and Luke believes it.

Din will understand, Luke thinks. It won’t take that long. What is a few years compared to the vow of 'forever'?

Only Blindly Could I Read You by @lillytalons (art) (with more art by @vanisketches

Rex's goal was to get into the organization, get the information, and take it down. Of course, no one had ever successfully infiltrated this empire, and most people had died attempting it, so it was easier said than done. But, the fact that a government agency had also sent in an agent, their best agent, was either a very good or very bad thing. Rex just happened to recognize them, and for some reason, Ben had decided that working together was the best option. What could go wrong?

It's a Sad Song (But We Sing it Anyway) by @ouzoa11-writes (art) (with more art by @impalafortrenchcoats)

Obi-Wan and Cody Kenobi have raised Luke for years and are at the center of the Rebellion when a new threat looms the horizon in the form of a new weapon. The tides seem to turn in their favor, even as they face new challenges along the way.

Or: Obi-Wan and Cody are soulmates who just want to see everyone survive. Their lives from Luke and Leia's nineteenth birthday to a confrontation with Vader alone.

Standalone though it is part of the "We Raise Our Cups To Them" universe

An Epiphany of Poppies Upon the Battlefield by @questing-wulfstan (art)

April 1940, On a French battlefield, Hob Gadling doubts his will to persevere in being alive for the second time of his existence. He swallows morphine in the hope to soothe his horror-scarified mind, and summons a mirage of the stranger who occupied his thoughts as the patron of his immortality. In a Japanese psychiatric ward, Delirium of the Endless is alerted by Dream's irruption in her realm, who she found missing when she sought his company on her quest for the Prodigal. Disappointment overcomes her as she finds it was but an image of her brother conjured by a mortal, and so it does Hob when her eruption dismisses the vision. Delirium will not resign herself to her exponential loss of brothers however, neither will Hob Gadling withhold his aid from any entity in distress, whether the stranger or his younger sister ; they just might hold the might to liberate Morpheus between their four hands ...

The Other Kingdom by @banhus (art)

In 1916, Roderick Burgess successfully summons Death, and Hob Gadling wakes up in the trenches alongside three dead soldiers.