#i used to kin ahsoka but

[twin-sunrise]

coming out as an anakin skywalker kinnie :D

[mydarllinglover]

Stars Collided || Nine

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The three had been travelling well into the night.

Anakin was the one to steer the horses, claiming that he'd been doing it since he was a child, his puppy sat in his lap, the whole time, he hadn't even bothered to ask either of the girls to carry him.

"What are we gonna call them?" Ahsoka asked, holding her puppy up in one hand, to stop him from chewing on her hair.

"Artoo." Anakin answered, without hesitation.

"Oh, have you just had that name picked out for a while?" Lovisa looked at him, confused, and so did Ahsoka.

"No, he just looks like an Artoo." He shrugged. "He looks like a Threepio, and he looks like a Seven" Anakin placed his right hand on each of the other puppies heads, as he named them.

“Two, three, seven…” Ahsoka mumbled to herself.

"Guess that's figured out, then" Lovisa looked at Threepio. "Guess I finally gave my parents a heir" She joked "Prince Threepio."

"A dog as the next king?" Anakin chuckled.

"Yes, he's my son, and it's my next of kin that gets the throne after me."

"So... Lovey... anything new going on with you?" Ahsoka asked, with an obvious hinting tone.

"Uhm, no, I don't think so." She refused to look at her friend. "Nothing that you don't already know."

"Are you sure?" Ahsoka asked. "How's the dating life going?"

"Snips, how is yours going?" She side eyed her, catching on to what she was getting at.

"Nothing much to share, so tell me again how you knew Anakin was leaving?"

"The same as you, I suppose." She looked at the sky, feigning boredom.

"Liar."

"Ahsoka, you're distracting, I'm trying to focus." Anakin snapped.

"Look, if you guys are sneaking around, which I know you are-"

"We're not!" They both cut her off.

"I'm not a fool, but, as I was saying, I don't care if you are, happy for you, but don't leave me out of the loop, you need at least one alliance, because Lovey, you would have been locked up in a tower, with no way of leaving, by your parents, if it weren't for me."

"I wish to not talk about this anymore, Anakin, how much longer, is left?"

"Day and a half, M'lady." He answered.

"Very well." She sighed.

"Eurgh!" Ahsoka shrieked. "Seven just pissed on me!"

Anakin couldn't help himself but to burst out laughing, and when he turned to look at her, his stomach hurt by how much he laughed, which started Lovisa off, as she found delight in her friends misery, as well.

"Stop laughing, it's not funny!" The girl scowled, as she held Seven high in the air, again.

"I think that might be karma." Anakin wiped at his eyes.

"For what?!" She snapped at him.

"For invading our private business." Lovisa answered.

"Oh, so there is private business between you two?" She wiggled her eyebrows.

"No." Both their smiles had dropped.

"I have clean clothes, in my bag, you need to stop." Ahsoka sighed, grabbing her satchel from the back of the carriage.

"Soka, we're in the middle of nowhere." Anakin scrunched his nose up.

"Exactly, no one will see me." She shrugged.

"Fine" he rolled his eyes, steering the horses to a stop, and when given the chance, Ahsoka hopped out of the Carriage.

"Lovey." She nodded her head, for the princess to follow, which she did, getting up to also jump out.

"Woah, woah, woah, where are you going?" He asked Lovisa.

"With Snips." She answered, as if it was obvious. "She can't go off by herself."

"And you're not supposed to leave my side, something could happen."

"We're perfectly able to handle ourselves, skyguy." Ahsoka told him.

"Yeah, we'll be fine."

"Don't go too far!" He called after them, as they headed into the trees.

"He is definitely worse than Colo." Ahsoka commented.

"Least Colo would encourage us to go and venture places." Lovisa agreed. "He'd follow us the whole time, but he would still let us."

"Tell me what's going on between you two." Ahsoka pressed.

"Snips." She sighed.

"Come on, we're supposed to be best friends, who am I gonna even tell?"

"If you already know somethings going on, why are you so insistent on asking?"

"Because I want you to tell me, with your own words, we've told each other everything since we could talk."

"Fine, we kissed." She finally admitted. "A lot."

"And?" Ahsoka pushed, as she handed her cloak to Lovisa to hold, so she could take off her dress.

"He... he wants a relationship."

"But you don't?" She furrowed her brows.

"It's not that." Lovisa sighed, as she leaned against a tree. "I'm being realistic, but he refuses to listen, thinks we have a chance, regardless, even if I'm to be queen, he doesn't think it matters, that we can just keep this to ourselves, for the rest of our lives."

"How are you supposed to do that?"

"Exactly! Thank you. I have expectations, that he can't meet, I can't just appear single my entire life, and bare no children, the people would talk, my throne would be at risk, so many things are against us."

"So why not just end it?" Ahsoka asked, as she changed into a brown skirt, with a matching tube top.

"Because, whenever I try to make him see reason... he just says the most beautiful things, and I can't fight temptation, I never have been able to, my chest feels on fire every time he's around, and... I don't know." Her fingers were in her hair, tugging at her roots. "How on earth am I supposed to just, get over him and move on to someone else, knowing I will never be happy with them, when I experienced having him in my life."

"I didn't realise it was this bad." Ahsoka side eyed her.

"What do you mean?"

"You fell hard, you're nearly in love with him."

"Don't say that, Snips!" She said with frustration, dropping her face into her hands. "There's no coming back if those words are out in the air."

"I think it's too late." She said, with pity, disposing her dirty dress in a bush. "Compose yourself, we gotta go back, before he comes looking for us."

"Right." Lovisa lifted her head, fanning her blushed cheeks, as they turned back.

Their arms were linked, as they walked through the trees.

"Wait." Ahsoka stopped walking, halting Lovisa, as well.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Someone's here."

"It's probably just Anakin." Lovisa shrugged, about to continue walking, but Ahsoka pulled her back.

"No, it's not him, I can tell."

That's when two figures walked out, in front of them.

They were both male, and although they were both taller than the girls, one was a whole foot taller than the other, they both looked dirty, like they hadn't bathed in a while, and their hair looked outgrown, even their facial hair was in need of a groom.

"What are two young ladies doing out here, all by yourselves?" The shorter one hollered at them. "You should know this ain't a place for the likes of you."

"We're just on our way." Ahsoka answered, having a tight grip on Lovisa. "Our friend isn't too far."

"You seem pretty jumpy." The man disregarded Ahsoka, eying Lovisa, who tried with her might to hide her fear, but it was rather hard. "You ain't from around here, are ya?"

"Look, our friend's gonna come looking for us, and you don't wanna be around when he gets here." Ahsoka moved so that Lovisa was stood behind her.

"What, you do all her talking?" The man finally paid attention to the girl.

"Leave her alone, alright, we ain't troubling you, so move on."

"Let's just take the both of 'em and get out of here." The taller, brutish one, said.

"You two are from the kingdom, ain't ya?" The short one smirked, still staring at Lovisa, examining her clothes, especially her cloak.

"I recognise her, Jaa, yeah, she's from the kingdom, alright."

Lovisa bowed her head, trying to hide her face, begging they wouldn't recognise.

"Shit, Jaa, that's the lil princess." The taller one finally realised.

"Come off it, Lon." Jaa scoffed.

"Nah, honest, that's the princess, swear it on my ma. I would never forget a face like that."

Lovisa's heart raced, begging that Anakin was near.

"You really the princess?" Jaa asked.

"She's not, alright, we're not from the kingdom." Ahsoka told him.

"Well, my friend here claims she is. He swore it on his ma."

"Then he must not treasure his ma, cause she ain't."

"Then why ain't she talking, eh? I hear the princess loves running her mouth."

"I can talk, I just don't wanna talk to the likes of you two." Lovisa deepened her voice, trying her hardest to shake her posh accent, from living in the palace.

"You are the princess!" Lon gasped.

"Lon, grab her, we can get rid of her servant, this ones gonna make us a pretty penny." Jaa grinned.

The large man stepped forward, yanking Ahsoka by the arm, and throwing her to the ground, roughly, so that he could grab Lovisa.

"Get off her!" Ahsoka shouted, as she got to her feet quickly, finding a branch on the ground, and whacked the man with it.

"Cunt!" Lon shouted, as he tried to stop Lovisa from wiggling out of his grip, and stopping Ahsoka from attacking him.

They had both missed Jaa grabbing a switch blade from his pocket.

Lovisa bit hard on her captors arm, causing the man to drop her to the ground.

"Argh." He screamed, seeing that she had drawn blood.

Jaa had grabbed the princess by her hair, yanking her up, as he held the switchblade to her throat, daring her to try anything.

"What you gonna do now? Huh?" He asked, staring down Ahsoka, who had paused, seeing that her friend was in danger, once more. "Drop it."

She did as he told, throwing the branch away from her, raising her hands above her head.

"You hurt her, and you're dead." She spat.

He laughed at her, before sniffing Lovisa's hair, as she cringed away from him.

"What are you gonna do? Find another twig to hit us with? Lon, we'll take her, I like 'em feisty."

Lon went to take a step forward, toward the girl, but as he did, a sword slashed from his shoulder, to his opposite hip, slicing through his abdomen.

He fell to the ground with two loud thuds, blood spilling from his torn body, soaking the ground in blood, and with him on the ground, the attacker was revealed.

Anakin Skywalker stood there, with his sword raised, assessing the scene, his eyes were sharp, and the muscles in his jaw was tense, as he laid his eyes on the princess, and the man with the blade to her throat.

"S-stay back!" Jaa, shouted at him, as he pulled Lovisa with him, creating distance between them and the Jedi.

"You let her go, now, and I'll spare your life." Anakin bargained.

"How do I know you ain't gonna do what you did to my friend?" Jaa's voice shook with fear, as he spoke.

"The longer you hold that little knife to her throat, the slimmer my mercy is." He replied, with boredom.

Jaa, dropped his hands instantly, shoving the princess, in order to bolt it, but Ahsoka was quicker, tripping him, and letting him fall on his face.

"Are you okay?" Anakin helped Lovisa up, from the ground.

"Yeah- yes, I'm okay." She nodded, looking between him and the two other men.

Anakin held her jaw, lifting her face, as he checked her for injuries, that's when he noticed a tiny nick on her throat, from where Jaa had held the knife to it.

"He hurt you." The boy glared, as he gently swiped at it.

"What? It doesn't hurt." She shook her head.

"Doesn't matter." He decided, stepping away from her, and to the man who had tried to scramble away, but Ahsoka dug her boot into his chest.

He twirled his sword in his hand, effortlessly, as he grabbed the man by his grimy hair, forcing him to his knees.

"This is what's gonna happen, you're gonna apologise to these fine ladies, sincerely, and beg for their forgiveness, then I'm going to split you open, from your mouth, to your navel, you understand that?" He asked, casually.

The man blubbered and cried, begging Anakin to let him go, but this only seemed to piss him off more, tightening his grip on his hair.

"I didn't ask you to cry like a bitch, I asked if you understood." Anakin mocked.

He nodded his head profusely.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, have mercy on me, don't let him kill me, please, please!" He cried, repeatedly, his hands clenched together, looking as though he were talking to God. "Don't let him kill me, please, I'm a good man, I- I am a good man, I don't deserve this."

Ahsoka spat at him.

"Have fun in hell." She said, nodding at Anakin, whilst Lovisa watched, unmoving, not being able to even blink, as Anakin forced his sword into the man's open mouth, and slashed it down, just like he said he would.

He let go of the man, letting the two sides of his body drop to the ground, and just like his friend, his own blood spilled out, around him.

"Let's go." Anakin sighed, flicking his sword, causing blood to splatter, then used an handkerchief to wipe it clean, before placing it back in its scabbard.

He placed his open palm on the small of Lovisa's back, guiding her back towards the carriage, as she stared open wide, attempting to process the brutality she had just witnessed the man she had feelings for, do, simply for leaving the tiniest cut on her.

She hadn't even noticed it, but now, it burned, as she ran her finger over it, knowing that a life was taken, for it.

She tried telling herself that they were bad people, they were foul, and that they had disgusting plans for her, and her friend, but never once in her life, had she watched life leave a man's eyes.

What Anakin had done, went against everything the Jedi stood for, the Jedi did not kill, and they did not strike first, ever, and not one of the men had a weapon on him, as he struck them down.

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[cethlyarlo]

In Tandem on Opposite Tides

Two

Summary: Sabine and Shin find themselves bound by the Force soon after Sabine discovers her own abilities.

Word count: 1,349

Warnings: none

*Spoilers for Ahsoka, Episode 8

Also, here's the song I was listening to while I wrote this, if anyone is curious:

Shin had not been the one to make the agreement between them. She'd had no part in the negotiations to work together, or the pact they'd formed that united their parties against a common enemy. She didn't have any say, simply standing back as she watched her master use his silver tongue to bewitch the small band of marauders to work alongside them. 

It also meant that even though they knew of her relation to Baylan Skoll, they didn't extend his authority to her in the instance of his absence. Because he was not with her, she had no place amongst them; because he had left her without warning or any indication of where he was going, she had nothing to tell them when she arrived at their camp alone. 

Shin's first night on Peridea was spent on the rocky foreign ground, a chill in her bones so deep she knew it would always haunt her, and with too many internal wounds she knew she'd never heal from.

The Howler she'd been sent out with had chosen to stay with her, his presence a welcome one in the ocean of misery and loneliness that was swallowing her whole. In the night, he had curled himself around her, knowing she would freeze with only a tattered cloak to keep her warm, but all it did was keep her alive on a planet where Purrgils went to die.

She was thankful for him and his surprisingly gentle nature though. It brought her the comfort she needed to relax her mind enough to process all that had happened and all that had changed in only a few short days. He was there for her when there wasn't anyone left, his soft, warm fur and slow, solid heartbeat providing an intense amount of solace all on its own.

The sensation of desolation had such an intense grip on her however, and it only grew worse the longer her mind had the opportunity to wander.

She thought about Thrawn and how he had ordered her and her Master to track down Ezra Bridger and Sabine Wren. She thought about the order to kill them and her inability to complete that task; her failure in the eyes of the one who she'd loved and trusted as a daughter to her father. The mission had initially been given to Baylan because he was the negotiator; the leader; the Master, but Baylan sent her to fulfill it in his stead.

She had tried and failed because was no match for a Mandalorian and two force sensitive people, one of which was the equivalent of a Jedi Master. She was overwhelmed, and the forces backing her had begun to retreat, leaving her alone to stand against them.

Baylan had not stood beside her and had ultimately used the situation to leave her, taking advantage of her undying loyalty and trust… 

And then Ahsoka Tano refused to draw her saber during their brief moments of combat, instead offering her hand and a promise to help. It was as though the Togruta had seen right into her mind; her soul. It scared her… and she ran, yet as she fled, she felt Sabine begin to follow before being stopped by external forces.

Sabine… 

Shin pressed herself closer to the Howler as her mind wandered to the colorful Mandalorian. It made her feel… warm… to think about the way the Force encompassed Sabine despite her inability to access it. It hummed with a soothing song of gold and silver and it shimmered and danced when they grew near. Shin had never felt anything like it, and she couldn't help but be drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Simply thinking about it had her reaching out in the Force; craving the comforting warmth that would come to her once any form of contact was made with the Mandalorian, though she quickly restrained herself the instant she realized what she was doing. The threads of power she'd unknowingly extended fell away in a burst of iridescent shards, and an uncomfortable tightness filled her chest the instant she halted her subconscious efforts. The Force was telling her to reach out; to make a connection; It was encouraging her despite the fact that they existed on opposite tides: Sabine was full of light and humor and emotion, while Shin was full of shadows, loneliness, and a weariness that never seemed to have a bottom. 

No wonder the power that surrounded Sabine felt so… warm. Shin couldn't think of any other way to explain it aside from the purity of an extract so concentrated only a drop would last her lifetime. Baylan couldn't see it; Sabine's power. If he did, he hadn't ever said anything about it, but something in her knew this perspective was hers alone to witness, and that was something that couldn't be taken from her.

The tension in her chest suddenly grew to reflect the terrible strength of a tightly wound spring and she shifted immediately to hopefully relieve some of the pressure before it snapped. She sat up, ignoring the questioning whimper of the half-asleep Howler beside her, then got to her feet and wandered out past their little camp and into the velvet darkness of the foreign nocturnal landscape.

The Force continued to pull at her and she closed her eyes, resisting it for a time before she no longer had the energy to do so. She knew that the will of the Force was something to be reckoned with, and as she involuntarily released the guards of restraint and control she regularly bound herself with, her knees buckled from the sudden and overwhelming surge of pain that shot through her chest, sending her straight to the ground like a lead weight as invasive threads of power seized every part of her.

Foolishly, she fought against it, struggling to free herself of its grasp, refusing to have a collar and leash snapped around her neck. Her efforts proved to make it worse, however, because while the harder she fought to oppose its grip, the excruciating consumption of her body only intensified. 

Shin could feel a single tendril of the Force begin digging deeper and deeper into her with a terrible slowness, and before long, she couldn't breathe. She collapsed into the dirt completely, her spine arching back as every muscle felt like it was going to tear from every bone in her body. The back of her head had collided with a stray stone, causing her vision to sparkle with a random assortment of static-like patterns. 

Unbidden, a horrible scream scraped through her, mangling her vocal chords on its way out and she gasped for air the moment she realized she had nothing left. The rough intake of oxygen hurt all on its own, but it was enough to distract her from the now singular thread that had begun to wrap itself around every aspect of her structure. The reprieve let her relax, yet she remained alert and terrified of the moment things became painful again.

Curling onto her side, Shin watched as the thick clouds that littered the sky began to peel away from the moon, her breathing ragged and uneven as she tried to rest and recover. Her body trembled from both the violent nature of the metaphysical thread's ongoing attack and the frigid world around her. Without warning though, an unexpected and sudden warmth began to spread through her, and soon, the thread of power assumed a more gentle approach. Around her, the Force felt… content; at ease. 

It no longer hurt her.

She wondered what changed or what she did to cause any of it from the start. Her hands tingled with an unfamiliar sensation and when she closed her eyes and opened her mind to the Force, she could see the thread that had wrapped itself around her, both inside and out. It glittered and shifted in false light, but despite it's brilliance, one thing made itself painfully clear:

The tendril of the Force that encompassed her was Sabine's silver and gold.

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Hey guys!!! Part two is up! I don't know how to connect these parts to each other, but I'll figure it out eventually if it's possible. I'm still learning how to use this platform despite having it for years. I've just never really posted much. Anyways, please enjoy!

[mwolf0epsilon]

Pls pls pls talk about the Ahsoka and Sponge drabble!!

This one has been rotating in my brain for a while because it's a bit of a lie. As in, I say it's an Ahsoka and Sponge drabble, but at the point of the confrontation Sponge has been dead for a while.

It is in fact a drabble where Oln, using Sponge's face, takes out their anger on Ahsoka because they have watched her make choices that have been inherently selfish. It's a bit hypocritical of them, because they are extremely biased, but at the same time it holds a bit of truth. Especially in terms of analyzing how one-sided Ahsoka's friendship with the clones has always been.

I haven't added anything to it in ages tho. so this is all there is to it:

"You think everything that's happened vindicates you of everything you did in the past." "I have sacrificed everything to bring an end to the Empire." "Lets take a look at the list of sacrifices then, shall we?" Sponge snarled "You sacrificed the lives of my vode by abandoning them and then aligning yourself to a wretched following of Mandos who had seen my kind as nothing more than subhuman pests. Sacrificed them yet again my letting loose a deranged sociopath who saw no issue in eradicating an entire battalion by crashing a ship on a moon. You spat in the face of the captain who loved you like one of his own, time and time again, because you were too good to be vod and too good to be Jedi. You did nothing to save those who survived a genocide, assuming your mission and your own life worth more than those of the children that were taken away to be turned into bloodhounds and attack dogs. You ignored efforts to save the lives of my kin who were just as much victims in all this as the Jedi themselves. You sacrificed EVERYTHING but yourself, you entitled disgusting Skywalkerish wench." "I did what I had to, to make things right! I'm fixing the Jedi!" "You aren't fixing anything. You are not a Jedi. You are nothing but a cowardly ignorant child, just like your putrid-hearted master before you." Sponge spat, disgust evident in their face. "And just like him, you resort to heinous acts

[how-a-potato]

ok idk why but i can’t get it out of my head, Star Wars Au idea:

an au where Ahsoka becomes some force sensitive master that like hides in the mist and shadows and trains force sensitive mandalorians. Like it could b at any stage(like age wise) but it’ll mostly be the parents/finders wanting to protect their foundlings/kin by teaching them to use their weird abilities. So they go and track down this elusive jedi/not-jedi to ask if she’ll train their younglings.

Just Ahsoka being some old master training some little helmet clad younglings seems neat to me:)

[labrats-and-clonetroopers]

"Vision" - Part 1

Masterlist ; Star Wars Masterlist ; Lab Rats/Mighty Med/Elite Force Masterlist 

LR/MM/EF x Star Wars [Ahsoka Tano/Chase Davenport] Masterlist 

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Synopsis: A contact proposes an unconventional solution to Darth Plagueis' worries.

Fandoms: Star Wars [Mix of Legends & Disney Canon]; Lab Rats/Mighty Med/Elite Force

A/N: Written to fulfill the Douglas Davenport & Darth Plagueis option in this poll. However, Douglas only ended up being alluded to. There will be additional parts to this that move onto other characters: Armida Davenport (OC), Captain Atomic, Arjav Venul (OC), and possibly others, but since I like to keep my tumblr posts short, I will post them all separately, and combine them into a single one shot on Ao3 when finished.

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Circa 38 BBY (1996)

Knowledge is power. Ignorance is weakness. The unknown is dangerous to those who survive in the shadows, behind the curtains of the civilized world. An environment the Sith of the Rule of Two have mastered as their domain. All trespassers examined, understood, conquered, and sometimes, eliminated. There are no immovable stones for those who give themselves fully to the Dark Side. 

That is their reality, until it isn’t. 

Darth Plagueis studies the man, if that is an appropriate classification, as he has many times before. As Darth Tenebrous did before him. The man who stands immovable, and bold, before the Dark Lords of the Sith. 

He’s using the name Waylon, but he changes them out in fashion every forty years or so. Red herrings for the peculiarity that his body, near-human with light skin, black hair, and scales on his lower back, never ages. 

His eyes are always so empty. 

That’s the only thing Plagueis ever discovered about him that Waylon didn’t tell him directly. After trying to dispose of the man by cutting off his head, only for it to instantly regenerate, he’d tried to break the man’s iron mind again. Ramming it with the full force of the Dark Side, and only wounding himself. Waylon was impenetrable. But one truth he did realize, trying to wrap his mind around the other’s, was that the man was not really the man. This body was a puppet on strings. Whatever sentience of its own that it may have once possessed had been hollowed out long ago, controlled by a distant being. 

The being now calling itself Waylon is unknowable; immovable. Casually interested, for unknown motives, in the affairs of the two Sith Lords, one now deceased. 

Darth Plagueis cannot move him. But he can use him. 

“You are proposing something beyond what even the Kaminoans could conceive.” 

Waylon draws another puff of smoke from his cigar. “Naturally.”

“You know of a more advanced engineer. The one who designed the body you’re using.” 

Waylon looks amused, smiling in a way that makes his mouth look unnaturally wide, stretched beyond what the skin would normally allow. “A unit like this would not suit your purposes. More likely aggravate your concerns. It’s such an old design anyways. Brilliant for its time, but my kin have been stagnant in improvements. Their vision withered from lack of use; seeing only one kind of power.”

“Perhaps you overestimate my apprentice.”

“You’d be settling for a product mismatched to your needs. I thought you understood the subtleties of what truly creates the right advantage. Precision is more important than raw power.”

“What are you offering?”

“True innovation. You’d be only one of a group of clients, but I know you have the diplomacy to ensure your criteria is prioritized.”

The muun balks. “Such popularity is an unacceptable risk. The rumors…”

“Will not exist. They are bound to their solar system in a galaxy far beyond your hyperspace barrier.”

The man’s casual tone never altered, and he stands as relaxed as he did before, as if he did not just describe an impossibility. Plagueis’ eyes narrow. “Intergalactic travel between distant galaxies was only known to the ancients.”

“True, but not all the ancients had such short, mortal lives. Some still live on, the old familiar and dull to them, the modern obscure and intriguing.” He smiles. “That’s why I like you, Damask. You understand the need to evolve.”

Plagueis withholds his belief. “For one who implies to be daring, you seem quite comfortable in the vague.”

“Secrets shouldn’t be scattered freely like grain, but nurtured and reserved for those who can truly cultivate their potential.” 

“And why would you bestow me with such a gift?”

“Because this engineer is going to build a weapon that will send tremors throughout the universe, and he needs someone who will have the vision to use it.”

[gods-sugar-daddy]

Characters I want to rattle like an angry maraca for an undiscerned amount of time based on how chewy they are, part 2

Sentient bounce balls

Commander Fox

Commander Fox is like, shotguns 16 cups of coffee for breakfast and his Monster Red Bull concoction the rest of the day. No one's ever seen him refill it. He has a venti cup he accidentally stole from 78's and is too ashamed to return it. He is simultaneously 12 and 85. He deserves a little therapeutic manslaughter. He forlornly tells people he is the manager then continues getting yelled at by both civilian and senator alike. He wishes he could enact Order 65, murder the Chancellor. He wears glitter nail polish under his gloves. He has 4 big brothers who will kick your ass. He'll kick your ass then turn around and sleep

Dean Winchester

He's my babygirl baby. A poor little meow meow. He tries so hard to be an alpha male but he just comes off as Rail Me with a side of Daddy Issues. He and Gabriel kin each other despite being told he's michael. He's a father of yes amount of kids. He insists on no chick flick moments despite being on Heaven's longest running soap opera. He's a monster fucker. He's dating Luci's little brother. He's a disaster bi. He's a father figure to Luci's kid. Simultaneously the best and worst babysitter in the world. Might kill you on accident. Might kill you on purpose.

That really tangy part of shirt labels

Ratchet

He is the Autobots hottest dilf 6 million years in a row. Optimus Prime calls him Sir. He will do medical malpractice if it means saving a life. What are they gonna do take his license?? He's the only bitch in the whole system that's keeping the army running. His exes are psychopaths. He speedran friends to enemies to lovers over the span of one civil war. He claims he's 8 billion years old. His hands are permanently stained gray from all the dye he's used to keep up the ruse. He can't remember his original hair color. He's 32.

Anakin

The walking, talking Cringe Fail compilation. Takes the phrase "kill what you love" literally. All the years he spent training Ahsoka was gathering dad points he never got to redeem. He never learned to properly regulate his emotions. Everyone goes to him if they want to defraud the Jedi Council. Yoda includes him in escape hijinks. He's a chaos demon. He should've been a creche teacher. He's the "just wait until my father hears about this" except worse bc his father is God and you will get smited.

Tigress

She's the prodigal daughter trying to live up to her dad's high standards. She hates your guts until you help her pass the math quiz then she ropes you in to her plan to instigate the Starbucks/Dutch Bros war. She is ride or die. Her big brother is a mass murderer. She's an orphan. She's a girlboss queen who takes no shit.

235$ chocolate protein shake

Ahsoka

I want them to do more with her. I want her to drop her backstory on side show characters and just dip. She's a healthy edgelord compared to Anakin's actual god complex. Make her a goth. Underutilized and overpowered at the same time. Filled with bad ideas bc her upbringing around Anakin and the 501st. A major accomplice to defrauding the Jedi.

Vos

He's the idw slender man. He's a cryptid. He's a murderous murderer in a group of murderers. He's dating Kaon. His previous namesake got turned into a feral turbohound. He doesn't have time to learn your language. He's a sniper rifle. Megatron held him once and Tarn has never been more upset.

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Introduction:

Hi! I'm Nikolas (but you can call me Anakin)! I'm an adult (18+) and I use He/She/They pronouns interchangeably. This is one of my many kin side blogs! My main is @kinnie-nik (this is where I will be following from).

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Mostly memories! And probably some canoncalls (mine or others'). I'm also very Soft for Padme, Luke, Leia, Ben, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Rex, etc! So you can probably expect some SFW PDA concerning them!

In my timeline I did become Vader, so if you're uncomfortable or triggered by talk of Vader, this may not be a comfortable space for you. I understand, no hard feelings. ❤️ Stay safe.

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I will never post things that paint Palpatine in a positive light! If you kin Palpatine, it's nothing personal. Just- my Palpatine was Pretty Bad!

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Kin seems to be different for each individual. I personally view it in a spiritual aspect. I believe that each of my kins were past lives. This refers to the multiverse theory. I do have memories of these past lives, and I'm very serious about it.

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Caressed by Firelight [Din Djarin X GN!Reader]

Summary: After following Bo-Katan’s guidance to the charred forests of Corvus and encountering a mysterious Jedi, Din Djarin must face his greatest challenge yet: coming to terms with his own emotions. Luckily for him, he doesn’t have to face his fears alone.

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Piece contains descriptions of making out and amorous touching. No sex, just touch-starved Din melting over the opportunity to hold you.

Word Count: 4.2K

A/N: So, many, many moons ago, I received an ask requesting a touch-starved Din story. It’s been sitting in my inbox for over a year just waiting to be written and now that I’ve gotten back into the swing of writing, it’s finally come to fruition. Enjoy! (As always, no beta. We die like men.)

The first time you met Din Djarin, you were just as intimidated as any sane person would be when they came face-to-face with a Mandalorian. He carried himself with conviction and shot with the precision of a trained killer. While he didn’t say much, his posture and movements communicated everything you needed to know when you first met the bounty hunter. If he found a reason for him to kill you, he would. However, if you were lucky enough to find yourself in alliance with the masked gunslinger, you’d probably find that he would just as easily kill for you.

Fortunately for you, the latter became your reality.

With no credits to your name and no family to keep you anchored to your small village on Sorgan, you asked to join the Mandalorian on his journey to return the mysterious pointy-eared child to his kin. He was reluctant at first. It was clear that he’d been alone for most of his life. Fear of change and the risk of having his trust violated kept him from seeking companionship over the years. Bounty hunters weren’t exactly meant to be socialites.

But after stating your case and explaining your desire to do something more than fish and farm for the rest of your life, he finally caved. You were over the moon. No longer would you spend your days with water up to your knees and wriggly krill in your hands. From that moment on, you were determined to do whatever you could to help the Mandalorian get the child home.

After several weeks and many close-calls, you managed to keep him in good health and ensure the child stayed safe. You were the unofficial medic and caregiver onboard the Razor Crest. If either of them needed anything, they would find themselves being tended to by your gentle hands.

By the time your journey brought you to Corvus, Din had become comfortable enough to not only allow you to use his real name but to speak more openly about everything. Sure he still didn’t say much, but the fact that he was sharing his thoughts and feelings at all with you spoke volumes. Slowly but surely he had cracked open the entryway to his heart and was pulling you through the door.

When the Togruta Jedi, Ahsoka Tano, bestowed the knowledge of the child’s real name and informed him of his connection to the Order and the Clone Wars, Din found himself overwhelmed. Grogu, as Tano revealed the child’s name to be, was a being capable of harnessing powers beyond most people’s understanding. How was he supposed to help this youngling grow into his full potential when he was just an ordinary man? Would he be of any use to Grogu once he found a Master to train with? What the hell came next for him if he had no ties to the Guild and no goofy little kid to look out for?

That night you, Grogu, and Din settled around a humble campfire in the charred forests near the city of Calodan. Curled up in a bundle of old blankets, the child fell asleep quickly. You were following close behind, dipping in and out of consciousness for a good hour. But before you followed the beckoning call of sleep, you realized that Din was still wide awake, sitting with his back against a mossy stone and staring silently into the fire before him.

“Din?” You mumbled quietly, “What’s wrong?”

He turned his head toward you just enough to glance at you through the visor of his helmet. “Everything’s fine. Go back to sleep.”

Even with no expression to read, you could tell from his tone that everything was definitely not fine. He was tired, not just physically but mentally and emotionally as well. There were thoughts in his head too loud and too unpleasant to grant him the gift of a good night’s rest.

You yawned and sat up, pulling the worn-out blanket you’d been sleeping under around your shoulders like an old shawl.

“I know I’m not a genius, but I’ve spent enough time around you to know when something’s wrong. Tell me the truth,” you said in a much more stern manner, “What’s bothering you?”

He sighed. A moment of silence lingered over the campsite as he contemplated your inquiry. Then, gaze refocusing on the fire, he explained what was on his mind.

“I’ve taken the kid so far and been through so much with him. I’ve never had this before. This…connection. I feel like now that I’ve finally begun to understand what that connection is, I’m about to lose it. And I’m worried.”

He paused. You could tell his attention was shifting to the fire-lit lump of Grogu’s nestled body across the way.

“What if this is it? He’s a Jedi. He needs to be with others like him and learn what he’s capable of. I can’t give him the help he needs now. And if I can’t do that, then maybe…Maybe I have to say goodbye.”

His gloved hand clenched, his body trembling ever so slightly. To any other person in the galaxy, the wavering in his voice would have gone unnoticed. But you knew him too well to overlook it. Din was dejected because he believed Grogu would go on to live the remainder of his life without him. Your heart ached at the realization.

“Just because his path is different than yours doesn’t mean he’s going to leave you behind. He might need a Jedi to show him the way but you are the person who saved his life. You are the reason he’s here and not in the hands of the Empire,” you reassured him, “He knows what you’ve given up for him and he looks up to you because of that. Din, you are the most important person in his life. He’s not just going to forget you.”

A shaky inhale overtook his lungs. You had no clue what he looked like underneath that helmet but you knew that whatever visage he bore was contorted with pain. Hell, there was a very good chance he was crying.

“I hope you’re right,” he murmured.

There was so much pain in his voice. Every word was laced with sorrow. It was as if he had written off every last bit optimism he had that Grogu would remain a crucial part of his life and given in to the desolation of loss before it had even reached him.

“Hey, look at me.”

There was a moment of hesitation. Part of him wanted to say no, to hide away beneath the safety of his mask and just wallow in his heartache. Fortunately for you, the part that believed you had every good intention in mind when it came to this journey grabbed hold of the reigns. He turned his attention to you.

“I don’t have a single doubt in my mind that he loves you too much to just walk away. Right now, you are his whole world. Wherever you go, he follows. You are the closest thing he has to a father. A bond that strong, that rooted in trust and adoration doesn’t just break overnight.”

You noticed that his chest was practically heaving under his armor. There were no audible sobs coming from his helmet but the body language betrayed the raw emotion he was struggling with. He needed you now more than ever.

You reached out and grabbed his hand in attempt to soothe him with physical touch just as much as vocal support. He flinched, clearly alarmed to have someone other than the kid clinging to him. But, after the initial panic, he accepted the contact without contempt. Squeezing his hand gently through the thick leather of his glove, you scooted closer so your linked hands could rest comfortably in your lap without having to stretch.

“It’s hard building that kind of connection knowing that one day it might fade, but trust me, yours isn’t fragile,” you said softly, thumb rubbing the underside of his wrist, “You are someone none of us will forget. It doesn’t matter where we go or what happens to us if we ever went our separate ways; there is no way any of us can erase the feelings we have towards you.”

It wasn’t until the words left your mouth that you realized the significance of what you said. Sure, you and Din had grown close since your first meeting on Sorgan, but neither of you had ever really addressed the extent of your connection. To you, he was a man too incredible to ignore. He had a heart of gold and the determination to do what needed to be done no matter the cost. Dying to protect those he cared about was no exception. Who couldn’t love someone so resolute.

To your surprise, his hand squeezed back. Then, without a word, he shifted towards you just enough to lean his shoulder against yours. You felt your heart flutter in your chest. Din was not just accepting your touch; he was actively seeking out more.

Happy to give him just that, you leaned your weight against him and hooked your arm under his to pull it against your chest in a warm embrace. He instantly melted against you. The loads of tension that had built up in his shoulders fell to the wayside. You were providing him with something he probably hadn’t had in decades: warm, welcoming touch.

You sat propped up against one another like that for a few minutes. His breathing evened out and whatever ache had plagued his heart ceased its incessant raid. With his mind clear of any negativity, curiosity sparked to life inside of him. He looked down at your clamped hands, silently questioning the next step. Then, when he figured out what it was he wanted to do, he spoke.

“Can I hold your hand?” He murmured quietly, “Without the glove.”

The request caught you off guard. It was by no means an unwelcome one but intimate implications of the action took you by surprise nonetheless.

“Of course you can.”

With permission granted, he pried his hand from yours and leaned away for a moment. He undid the velcro keeping the glove secured to his wrist and pulled it from his fingers. Placing it in his lap, he twisted the armor off of his forearm and hiked his sleeve up to his elbow. As his honorary medic, it wasn’t the first time you’d seen that much of his skin exposed. It was, however, the first time he was baring it to you with the sole intention of embracing your touch.

As soon as he placed the beskar armor on the ground, he leaned against you again. His now-bare hand reached for yours. You met him in the middle, hooking your fingers between his and clasping your palms together. While you stroked the backside of his thumb with yours, your free hand found its way to his arm and started rubbing gentle, soothing lines up and down his skin. You felt goosebumps crawl across his forearm not because he was cold but because he was shivering at the contact.

You felt something tug at your heartstrings. “When was the last time you had someone touch you like this?”

“A long time ago,” he admitted with a sigh, “Long enough for me to forget what it felt like.”

“Does it feel nice?”

“Yes. Your skin is very…soft. And warm.”

With a smile, you tilted your head to lean it against his shoulder. It wasn’t exactly the most comfortable place to rest with the thick beskar plate still attached to his upper arm but that didn’t stop you. You wanted to be as close as you could and prove through action rather than words that you were there for him in every way possible.

“Well, if you ever want to hold hands or anything, you can always ask. I’m never going to turn you away,” you assured him.

As if certifying your promise, you raised your interwoven hands up to your chin and pressed a kiss to his knuckle. Despite the unreadable facade of his helmet, you could tell he was watching in stunned silence as your lips ghosted over his skin. To you, it was a simple display of affection. To him, it was probably something new and unbearably intimate.

Even when you returned your hands to their resting place in your lap, his gaze lingered on you face. You could only imagine what he was thinking. He was a man so touch-starved and desperate for deep, genuine connection that holding hands and having you rub his skin made him shake. How could he not be blown away by the fact that you were clinging to his arm or kissing his hand like that?

When it became clear that he was too nervous to break the silence, you decided to do him a favor and address his pondering. “Y’know you can tell me if you want something else…”

“Huh?”

“I may not be able to see your face, but I can always tell when you have something you want to say,” you explained, tilting your head to rest your chin on the plate of armor hugging the curve of his shoulder, “You don’t have to hold back, Din. Whatever you feel like asking, you should ask.”

He shifted slightly beside you, hand loosening ever so slightly as he felt his confidence faltering. Years upon years of building protective walls around his heart and suddenly he had to knock them all down to let you step even one foot inside. It was hard for anyone to maintain their composure with that drastic of a change.

“I want…” His words faded out for a moment as he fought to stay the fear knocking at his door, “If you would let me…I’d really like to touch you; to hold your face in my hands.”

You all but sighed fondly at the request. He wanted to know what it felt like to caress your skin; not just clasp his hand around yours but actually hold you with the immeasurable admiration any romantic would pay handsomely just to bear witness to.

“I would love that.”

As soon as you gave him the okay, he cleared his throat and released your hand to fumble with the velcro and beskar plates on his other arm. His hand was nearly shaking as he removed the armor. If it weren’t for the fact that you were just as nervous he was being so intimate for the first time, you probably would have laughed. Din Djarin was a trained killer who slayed krayt dragons and took Imperial tie fighters down with his own hands and yet here he was trembling at the mere prospect of tenderly touching your body.

Once he had his arm bared just like the other, he flexed his fingers and angled his body toward you. Then, with a quiet exhale, he allowed his hand to cross the expanse of dead space between you. Like a child dipping their toes into the water to test its temperature, his fingertips ghosted across your skin first. His palm followed soon after, gently brushing over your cheek before his fingers splayed out to cup the back of your jaw.

Encouraged by the way you leaned into his touch, he let his thumb stroke the ridge of your cheekbone. He sat like that for a moment, one hand holding your face with the fondness and calculated restraint an artist would show their most fragile works. Once he was comfortable enough with the idea of traveling even further into uncharted territory, his other hand came up to rest on your lower neck.

With neither of you speaking, the silence that surrounded the camp was disturbed solely by the crackling of the fire and the sound of your own breaths. Your heart beat violently in your chest. It was too quiet, so much so that the simple act of him touching your skin felt like a violation of some unspoken galactic treaty. If it weren’t for the strength of your patience, you would have broken through the veil of tranquility with an offhand remark just to drown out the rhythmic thudding beneath your sternum.

Keeping his movements slow, he lightly trailed his fingers down your throat, tracing the distinct line of muscle connecting your jaw and clavicle. When he reached the end, he dipped his fingers into the hollow of your collarbone. Just as he started back up the same path, you swallowed impulsively. Like a startled fathier, he froze. You felt his palm slip away from your cheek ever so slightly and silently cursed yourself for drawing him out of his exploratory daze.

Fortunately, whatever uncertainty he wrestled with was quickly snuffed out and his fingers finished their trek up to the delicate, almost velvety skin below your ear. With both hands cupping your cheeks, he held you tenderly. A heavy sigh slipped from his throat as he looked you over and, as much as you tried to deny it out of both courtesy and self-doubt, there was a palpable sense of yearning radiating from his body.

Wrapping your fingers around one of his wrists, you gazed at him inquisitively. You wished so badly in that moment that you could see through the blacked-out visor of his helmet just so you could uncover whatever expression he had hidden under there. Silence was both his most trusted ally and his most fearsome enemy.

“Hey,” you murmured softly, “Talk to me. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m afraid.”

“Of what?”

Even with a good portion of his neck concealed in dark folds of cloth, you could see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed nervously. His thumb crested over the hill of your cheekbone to settle against his index finger. Voice even quieter than you ever thought possible, he answered.

“Of what it would mean if you hated what I want to do.”

You felt as if your heartstrings had been ripped from their place and tied into tangled, impenetrable knots. He was terrified of making the wrong move and pushing you away. It made you ache knowing he believed that was even possible. Hadn’t you both been through enough to prove that nothing would ever be able to take you from him?

“Din, there’s nothing you could do or say that would make me want to distance myself from you. You’re just as much a necessary part of my life as food and water. Whatever it is you want, I am willing to give you,” you reassured him.

He let the words soak into his skin. Then, after a moment of quiet deliberation, he accepted your words as truth.

“I want to kiss you.”

Oh.

Oh.

Blush colored your cheeks. In the grand scope of things, it was such a simple request. But, taking into consideration the restrictions of his creed and the courage it took for him to ask, it meant more to you than was possible to describe in words.

“Can we? Are you…allowed to do that? To kiss people, I mean.”

“As long as my helmet remains on, yes.”

“Okay. That’s…good. I guess. So, how do we—“ You paused, fumbling over the questions you were trying to pose, “What do you need me to do to make that, y’know, happen?”

“Lift the bottom of my helmet just enough to get to my mouth. No higher.”

You nodded, grabbing the beskar helm with both hands. Just knowing what you were about to do made your heart race. The amount of trust he was placing in you by letting you expose even the slightest bit of his unseen visage was unbelievable. All it would take for you to violate the most restrictive rule of Mandalorian culture and force him to give up his creed was pushing the armor a few inches too far.

Using one hand to hold his head still, the other grasped the lowest edge of helmet. Slowly and ever so carefully, you pushed it skyward. Bit by bit you were introduced to parts of Din’s face. His chin was peppered with facial hair, his jaw sharp. Dark, unkempt hair crawled out from the confines of his helmet and curled in every direction at the nape of his neck. A sparse mustache nestled over the patch of skin between his nose and mouth, and his lips…Oh, his lips were a delight. They were supple and inviting, their soft pink color beckoning you in with the beauty of a pastel sunset. Nothing had ever looked more enticing.

Holding the helmet just above the end of his nose, you leaned in and ghosted your lips over his mouth. As soon as he felt the warmth of your breath caress his skin, Din closed the gap and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. You’d never been kissed more gently. He hardly moved, too timid to do anything more than stroke your cheeks with his thumbs and welcome the enchantingly graceful contact.

Knowing fully well that he’d shy away from the opportunity to make the next move, you tilted your head to glide your lips over his with a little more earnestness. A hum rumbled in his throat as leaned in to match the rhythm of your lips. Even with things being kept tame, he started to melt against you. He was so content to accept everything that you were willing to present him with in that moment that his fear of the unknown simply evaporated like water on hot metal.

Enjoying the taste of Din’s lips more than the finest Ronto roast, you kept going. You knew there was only so much he could handle the first time which meant that seeking anything more than a simple smooch was a shot in the dark. But low chances at a massive reward made it easy to fire into the shadows. Gently pressing your tongue to the junction of his lips, you were pleased to have him accept the advancement.

With a soft moan, his jaw went slack and he surrendered to the riptides of your passion. One hand slid from your cheek down to the curve where neck met shoulder, fingertips digging into your skin as he braced himself against the current. Instinct pulled him closer to you. His knee bumped against yours with enough force to leave a bruise but neither of you could bring yourselves to stop what you were doing to address it. The only reaction that betrayed your discomfort was a groan that he swallowed like an eager, innocent child consuming stolen sweets.

You kissed him hungrily for a while, treasuring the warmth of his bare hands on your skin and drowning in the quiet hums and moans that leaked from his chest. It wasn’t until you were both completely breathless and dazed that you pulled away. Eyes still hidden beneath the cover of his helmet, you appreciated what little you could see of his face. His cheeks were flushed, his lips slick and swollen from your ardent kisses. Then, after stealing one more quick peck, you lowered the beskar helm back down to its normal resting place.

“How was that?”

“It was good,” he huffed, “Very good.”

You smiled and ghosted your lips over the smooth skin on the underside of his wrist. “I’m glad.”

“Is this something you’d consider doing again?”

“What?”

“Do you…Would you like to do that more than just tonight?” He asked quietly, “I understand if you don’t.”

You blinked. Even after a heated make out, Din still doubted that he deserved your affection. For a skilled bounty hunter with a reputation of getting out of sticky situations, he sure struggled with the simple task of expressing interest in a person.

“Of course, I would do that again. I’d do all of that and then some if we had the time and privacy.”

The way his neck pulled back in response to the comment made it very clear that your answer startled him. If he was so blown away by some kissing and caressing, you could only imagine what he’d do if you took things further. Get him in bed and he’d probably explode under the pressure of his anxiety and excitement.

“We’ll table that idea for a later time,” you added, “For now, let’s try to get some shut eye.”

He nodded and pried his hands from your face. The two of you shuffled around for a bit, limbs stretching and squeezing beneath raggedy blankets as you searched for a position comfortable enough to ease you back to sleep. Din ended up on his back with his helmeted head resting on the bundled fabric of his cape while you nestled onto your side right next to him. Once you’d found yourself at ease, you reached out to hold his hand again.

“This okay?”

“Yeah,” he replied softly, squeezing your hand in affirmation, “That’s perfect.”

You laid there for a while, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb as you both started to welcome sleep’s sweet embrace. Then, when you felt his grip loosen with the tranquility of unconsciousness, you curled right up against his side. With the steady crackle of the fire and the soft exhales of his breathing serving as the perfect white noise to coax you to sleep, you let yourself give in to the soothing siren call of rest. No matter what happened with Grogu and the Jedi tomorrow, you were going to be there for Din just as you had been every single day since leaving Sorgan; not a single soul in the galaxy could keep you from doing so.

[phoenixyfriend]

Commander Buir

Follow-up to this post. Not in any particular order, just spitballing ideas, with contributions from several friends on discord.

Like presumably it takes long enough for them all to meet up again that Anakin and Cody do, in fact, end up treating each other like family, just so I can have that good good "well, guess I'm Dad now" energy. Shmi isn't entirely sure what's going on but she's not a slave anymore and her kid seems to like this rando mando, so.

Anakin gets to have a mom and two dads, though one of the dads is arguably younger than him.

Also when they all meet up again and Cody explains the "General Skywalker got shrunk" thing, there are three reactions: (General) Obi-Wan: Oh, Anakin. Obi-Wan: [gestures to take him, ends up with an armful of clingy padatoddler] Anakin: You can't blame this on me, Obi. Obi-Wan, a little teary, because babies cause emotions: Of course I can, you absurd human being. ------ Rex: That's... my general. Anakin: I am, Captain. Rex: Cool cool cool I'm gonna go stand where I can't, uh, break you. Anakin: I'm not THAT fragile! ------ Ahsoka: [gasp] Skyguy is SKYKID! Anakin: Padawan, this is-- Ahsoka, grabbing him and cuddling: Oh my goodness you're adorable this is the best day ever. Anakin: This is humiliating, Snips, put me down. Ahsoka: Never.

Anakin hates being a toddler because of the lack of independence but Cody keeps picking him up when he's cranky and just holding him until he falls asleep and that's... nice.......

- The brain limitations aren't quite as bad as the situation with Sokanth and Ylliben in the other AU, but - Even if his brain is mostly adjusted he’s still got a tiny body with different needs that he’s not used to. Like, he needs to sleep more but he’s got more energy than usual when he’s awake and it’s all weird.

Cody carrying around toddler Anakin like "God you give me ulcers but you're adorable, you little shit."

Inconveniently tiny body aside, Anakin has a pretty great time in this au. His family are all together and safe and within reach. His wife isn't around, but toddler brain means he doesn't have the Romance Drive, so that's not as bad as it could be It could be significantly worse.

@atagotiak asked: Does Anakin get annoyed about being called cute? - To which I say, He bites the first few times but Shmi tells him that's Naughty so he stops. - Babies are cute so you packbond with them before they’re annoying, Anakin is cute as a self defense mechanism - He’s extra annoying so he needs to be extra cute

You know how you need to keep an eye on toddlers so they don't, like, fall down the stairs or put something toxic in their mouth? - They need to keep an eye on Anakin specifically so he doesn't rewire the ship they're in while they're in hyperspace. - He has less self control on account of being smol. He still has all the mechanical knowledge! Just less comprehension of y’know, consequences.

Anakin, with a sippy cup: This is demeaning. Ahsoka: Your hands don't work great enough to avoid accidents yet. Anakin: It's still embarrassing.

General Kenobi can't just kill Maul, not when Maul is baby right now (sixteen, which is baby enough) so he just. Kinda. Kidnaps a baby Sith. (It's fine. He's fine.)

General Kenobi (not to be confused with Padawan Kenobi) decides to declare Maul his new padawan because someone has to deal with this teenager, and Plo already claimed the rest of Ahsoka's training. And Anakin's three, so.

"What do we do with Maul?" "Eh, I can handle him. I dealt with teenage Anakin getting arrested for illegal pod-racing twice a month, I can work with this."

Maul bites, but only slightly more often than Anakin, it's fine

Ahsoka definitely bullies Maul whenever possible

Consider: Rex holding very still because Anakin wanted to be tall, so he climbed Rex. Being unexpectedly climbed is better than being unexpectedly yeeted. It's still extremely nerve-wracking. - Cody is perfectly capable of running around with a backpacking toddler General, but Rex freezes like a statue. - Ahsoka finds this hilarious

You know how little kids like to be thrown around and swung in circles and stuff like that? This must get even more ridiculous with force users. Can throw a child real high and catch them safely. - Rex panics whenever Ahsoka throws her chibified Master

Literally everyone except Rex loves being yeeted. Even Maul can appreciate a good tactical yeet no shut up he's not having fun this is TRAINING - Rex is Suffering - Cody, a very Tired Dad, deserves to mock his vod'ika a little, as stress relief - Rex, a certified Little Brother, shoves Cody off something tall. Jokes on him, Cody thinks freefall is fun too.

Tia asked: So the people who didn’t exist yet got flung bodily back in time and Anakin did the mental time travel. Why did Obi-Wan not become Padawan Kenobi? (I mean “because I want it that way” is def a good enough answer I’m just wondering if there’s any reason.) - Which, well, it really was mostly "I want to" but here's two options, both of which come down to Blame Daughter and Father. 1. They figured a responsible adult Jedi Master was needed to convince people. 2. Nobody was supposed to get de-aged but Daughter figured they needed to make Anakin less liable to kill things for a few years. - Also IDK the Force God-Manifestations also took away any risk of rapid aging and early death from the clones because uhhhhhhhhhhh I said so

Rex and Ahsoka are fumbling their way through a relationship where ages are just really confusing and awkward, so they're keeping it to just kisses and cuddles for a bit.

Cody is so tired he doesn't even realize anyone's hitting on him until it's been three years of co-parenting with Shmi and his General. - Somehow Anakin knows Cody is in a relationship before Cody does. Cody has never been so embarrassed. - How did he manage to be less observant than Skywalker? -- it was sabotage; all his brain cells were taken up in managing said Skywalker -- Because Skywalker was up at three in the morning whacking a training droid with a stick so he didn't have the energy for Relationships

Also Shmi's come-ons are super subtle, while the General's are... well, Cody's gotten very used to ignoring anything ambiguous on that end because fraternization rules, and also because Obi-Wan flirts a lot with everyone. So.

Please imagine Cody and General Kenobi walking around with Anakin tucked into a toddler sling while they do whatever work they've ended up with at the Temple. - Yes, Cody is helping the Jedi figure out the best plan of attack to take down this slave ring because his grasp on tactics is phenomenal and he knows how to deploy people at greatest efficiency, but also he's got a nosy toddler on his hip who keeps offering his own insane-but-competent ideas. - General Kenobi ends up with a Council Seat just on account of, like, being the kind of person he is. As often as not, he's got Anakin tucked into his robes, chewing on the ear of a stuffed tooka or something.

IDK what Shmi's doing but apparently Legends had it that some of the administrative and support positions in the Temple were held by non-Jedi civilians? So probably something like that.

GENERAL KENOBI LECTURING PADAWAN MAUL WHILE ANAKIN'S BALANCED ON HIS HIP AND GLARING AT MAUL FOR STEALING HIS DAD

General Kenobi: Ahsoka's babysitting. Anakin: I'm her master, I don't need babysitting, this is-- General Kenobi: Fine, then you need supervision, so that you don't blow up a training salle again. Anakin: And you think Ahsoka would stop me? General Kenobi, eye twitching: Fine, I'm leaving you with Plo.

Even if he’s mentally an adult Anakin always needs supervision Look at canon! Anakin was left without supervision for like two days and he became a Sith

Quinlan gets distracted by how attractive General Kenobi is and tells Obi-Wan "dude, you're gonna be so hot once you can get rid of the stupid haircut" and Obi-Wan pushes him into the nearest pond.

They end up with this weird "Uncle Jango" situation (uncle to Anakin, via weird brotherhood-ish to Cody) because Rex and Cody are just like "Uhhhhhhhhh yeah okay" about him eventually, and Jango just like. Drops by. Trying to Earn Affection Of Blood Kin by bringing weird gifts for them and their (ugh) Jedi.

"Okay, Rex'ika, I stopped by Shili--" "What?" "--and apparently this is a delicacy there, so just... your girlfriend will like it." "She's not my girlfriend." "..." "Okay, I can't call her my girlfriend. Jedi have rules about that sort of thing, and--" "This will make your Jedi happy, probably. Just take it, kid."

Baby Anakin got his arm back but for some inexplicable reason still has The Eye Scar. He matches Buir.

[irresponsibility101]

hi i’ve done something stupid again

CLONE WARS AS GEMMA COLLINS QUOTES

because i need something to do with my time, also no the first one is not ob*kin, because that’s fucking whack

Anakin: i told [obi-wan] i love him. it’s proper cringe.

Padme: kiss my designer vagina

Obi-Wan: I’m 34 I’ve earned my divaship

Obi-Wan, after order 66: get that fire exit door i’m off

Ahsoka during the mortis arc: no i don’t want to play anymore games, i’m fucking gamed out. i’ve had enough of playing games. fucking hell—

Fox: i’ve just seen something really fucking scary in the mirror

Rex: this is very expensive hair. it’s fucking frazzled because you’ve only got straighteners in here, you haven’t got heated rollers. straighteners are what fucking weirdos use on their hair

Cody: i’M CLAUSTROPHOBIC [GENERAL]

Fives: it’s like having a job, working 24/7, for two days on the trot

Echo: i’m a massive fan of the dictionary

Ventress: i just want my life back, instead of playing fucking stupid tasks all day for a £200 shopping budget

Dooku: i’ve never seen gruel in my life, i thought it was something made up for oliver twist films.

Maul: like that’s death, that’s death, death, death, death, death. it’s all death.

Mace: these [senators] are fucking idiots

Kix, narrating: [Hardcase] and [Jesse] are playing with a lemon in a sock

Quinlan: sometimes i do wish that i had someone who’s very financially stable

[highvoltrash]

Me after watching just a clip of Matt meeting Allura for a first time: *kill bill sirens* Holy shit Matt looks like Anakin!! I can’t be the only one who see it also he is such a meme lord he would abuse this power

i couldn’t resist to not draw shiro as obi wan (he is not sure about a beard lmao)

[tennessoui]

Please tell me that Ahsoka's glib honesty about Anakim fucking her brother is what catapults Obi-Wan into the limelight outside of fan forums. He's just so relieved Anakin won't be travelling as much and getting to spend time with his partner in a normal day to day way and suddenly the slutty nurse album cover vs his slutty nurse candid from college are side by side on the morning show. His colleagues are side-eyeing him and whispering Anakin's lyrics under their breath in the hospital halls, this is hell. Ahsoka is sorry but also confused as to why he's more mad at her than Anakin for writing the lyrics in the first place.

LMAO

it doesn't help that when ahsoka says that the camera pans to anakin who is lounging back in his seat (a habit picked up from obi-wan), and he just shrugs and spreads his hands showing off his very obvious no ring ring finger, but also showing off the very obvious ring tan line on said finger!!!!

the crowd (the internet forums afterwards) go wild!!! because anakin skywalker is either recently divorced and started fucking ahsoka's brother or he's married to and fucking obi-wan's brother

he's doing an instagram live the next day and all the questions are like 'are you divorced?????'

and anakin's like. offended at the very thought. people think he'd give obi-wan up after how much work it took to get him??? wild!! so he's like 'uh no im not divorced??'

and a question is like 'is your label making you hide the fact that you are married to a man??'

and anakin's like 'um also wild no.'

and the next question is like 'why haven't you told us you were married? </3</3" and anakin's hunched forward with his eyebrows squinted trying to read it and then he does

and he's like "oh! easy! obi-wan said to.'

and in the background you can hear a very distinct voice going AH-NA-KIN! and pure fear on anakin's face before he fumbles to turn the camera off with one last cut off 'baby, i--'

so thats how obi-wan gets to be pissed for a bit at both of them but anakin gets to make it better by giving a small interview about how much he loves obi-wan and about how yeah so many of the songs were about obi-wan because he is his muse and his light and his rock and etc etc etc

(ahsoka makes it worse by retweeting the side by side nurse outfit cover and halloween costume)

[kckenobi]

Ooh you’re doing prompts! how about 3 and 6 for ani and obi, if you want :’)

3. “Hey, it’s me, it’s just me.” // 6. “Who gave you permission to fall asleep?”

“Ahsoka’s going to kill us.”

Obi-Wan’s voice came from below, where he was laying with his head propped up on Anakin’s balled-up cloak. Anakin himself was pacing the cave, but he stopped then.

“She’s going to kill you. I’m not the one who tried to be a hero and wound up with a concussion and Force knows what else.”

“Wasn’t trying to be a hero,” Obi-Wan murmured. “Just trying to help you.”

“And how did that work out?”

He was trying to keep it light, distract them both from the fact that the cave exit was two-hundred meters up and they were down here. Neither of them smiled.

“Well, in any case, you did take out the probe droid,” Anakin said, “even if you did plummet off a cliff. So I guess for that I’m grateful.” Obi-Wan hummed. “But on the flip side—“

“No one knows we’re here,” Obi-Wan said. “Not Separatists. But no one else, either.”

“No,” Anakin said softly. “No, they don’t.”

Not for the first time, Anakin pulled out his busted commlink and tried to reestablish a connection, pacing the cave floor beside Obi-Wan. Rex and Ahsoka and the others would know they were missing when they didn’t show up at the checkpoint in an hour. But a lot could happen during that time. Obi-Wan had hit his head hard enough to lose consciousness, before regaining it sputtering and coughing blood. If he was bleeding internally…if the bleeding was in his brain…

“Hey.” Anakin nudged Obi-Wan’s leg with his foot. “Eyes open. Don’t go to sleep on me, okay?”

Obi-Wan hummed. “Yes, Master.”

“Very funny. Come on, let’s talk or something. Keep you alert.”

Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut suddenly, as if he were hurting more, before his face relaxed again. “‘m not feeling very chatty, I’m afraid.”

“Fine. Then I’ll talk.” Anakin stopped pacing and sat down beside him, leaning against the wall and pulling his knees to his chest. “Remember what you used to call me? As a Padawan?

Obi-Wan gave a soft chuckle. “Chatty-kin.”

“Yeah. I really was annoying, when I was little. Geez. I remember you used to pull out a book and start reading while I was going on about pod racing and that didn’t even deter me.”

“That was rude of me.”

“And well-deserved. You never did get to read much when I was a kid. Too busy putting out my metaphorical fires. And some literal ones.”

He launched into a story about how once, Anakin had set fire to the dishwashers in the Temple refractory and he and Obi-Wan had both gotten a talking to from Master Windu—but then Obi-Wan’s eyes were closed again, and Anakin’s voice trailed off.

“Hey,” he said. “Who gave you permission to fall asleep?”

Obi-Wan didn’t answer, and Anakin felt a surge of panic.

“Obi-Wan—“

He set a hand down on his shoulder, and Obi-Wan jolted upright, eyes wild.

“Hey, it’s me, it’s just me,” Anakin said, rubbing his thumb over Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “You’re okay.”

“Don’t feel okay.”

“Well, you are,” Anakin said. “Or you will be. Ahsoka’s going to come.”

“Hmm.”

“She will. But until then, you have to stay awake, okay?

Obi-Wan took a shuddering breath, closing his eyes again. “I’ll try.”

“Hey, now. What does Master Yoda always say?”

Obi-Wan slowly shook his head. “Can’t remember.”

“Yeah, you do. Do or do not…”

Obi-Wan groaned softly, but he finished the phrase. “There is no try.”

“Exactly. Meaning you’re going to stay awake with me.” Anakin exhaled hard, looking over Obi-Wan’s battered frame. “What hurts most?”

“Everything,” he said, then groaned. “My head.”

“Figured. Does this make it better or worse?”

He gently took Obi-Wan by the shoulders and helped him move backward, until his head rested on Anakin’s legs instead of the thin fabric of the cloak.

Obi-Wan’s face grew tight with the movement, then softened. “Better.”

“Good. Cause we might be in this for the long haul,” Anakin said. “Now, tell me, do you remember the time when I was fifteen, and you tried to sneak out for a date with a certain politician—“

Anakin settled in to keep talking, and Obi-Wan quietly laughed, and both wondered if this was how they’d spend his last moments.

—

“Down here!”

Ahsoka beckoned Rex and the others to follow her, leaping down from the precipice into the cave below. And there, she saw them—two figures in the darkness. One laying down. Looking bad.

“Master!”

One of the figures looked up. “Ahsoka—“

“He’s hurt. I can see that. Is he—“

“Alive,” Anakin said, softly, though his voice echoed off the walls. “He’s alive. For now.”

Ahsoka crouched beside her grandmaster, running her fingers through his hair. He wasn’t conscious.

“Then let’s make sure we keep it that way.”

Gently, they worked together to lift him and started for the exit. Ahsoka exhaled. She’d found her masters in trouble many times, and didn’t think she’d ever get used to it. She hoped she didn’t. She was tired of people she loved being hurt, or ill, or dead.

But this time, at least she had the power to help them. For now.

They exited the cave, leaving the rubble and pain behind them.

For now.

from these whump prompts

[sunnymiles]

angstpril day 6

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prompt: "you don't belong here."

[summary: obi-wan is haunted visited by his grand-padawan]

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"You don't belong here."

"Neither do you, gramps."

He just hums, drinking her in. The hallucination should fill him with dread, but Ahsoka has always managed to lift his spirits.

She's been here before. Gazing wistfully at the sunset, her ghostly figure flickering through his fingertips- just like she had before.

Though, Ahsoka's never broken the delicate silence stretching between them. Not until today.

"Don't you get bored out here? There's nothing but sand." It startles him from the stillness, tangibly reminding him of her insatiable curiosity.

"I have a job to do, it- it's worth it." She nods knowingly.

"How is he, the um, the boy?" Uncertainty ripples through the words, fearful of a malignant connection between Anakin and his kin.

But, Luke is everything. A ray of light, one that outshines the suns.

"He's- Luke's so much like his father."

Obi-Wan sees it in the kindness that radiates from him effortlessly, the way it used to from his own padawan. The good pieces of Anakin Skywalker have been given to his son.

Anakin Vader has no use for them now.

"Well it's good to know you've chosen a side." Something in her tone is sharp, unyielding. It sets him on edge.

"What?"

"After all he's done, after everything, you still picked him."

Luke heals the jagged cracks in Obi-Wan's soul- the carnage Anakin left in his wake. The grief Ahsoka has caused.

Because she's dead, has to be.

He hadn't chosen Anakin, he'd been forced to.

He'd looked up the Venator, after everything. Hoping for a sign, any sign, of her. All he'd found was ruin and ash.

Their force bond, small that it was, had crumbled after her trial. Another relic of the precious things he's lost from time's cruel grip.

But with no way to contact her, he'll never know for sure.

Sometimes he sees shadows, hears whispers, but he can't let himself hope. It would kill him.

"I could be alive, alone somewhere in the galaxy, and you're wasting away on some desolate planet taking care of his son."

She's dug into his mind, yanking his greatest insecurity to the forefront. Bringing the thing which plagues him nightly out into the light of day.

"What about me?" Her voice breaks, raw and hurting, giving him a glimpse into the brightest soul he's ever seen.

"Ahsoka-"

But she's faded into oblivion. Just like all the rest. Leaving him to mourn the grand-padawan he loved like a daughter.

He asks the Force for guidance, for assurance that what he's doing is right.

The rustle of sand blowing through the dunes is his only reply.

[giggles-and-freckles]

So.... I can’t decide on which prompt to submit so please take this as a prompt to pick any of the prompts you want with any characters (though if you want could you pick one in the fluff/romance section please?)

I went with ‘did you just hit me? with a pillow? oh. it’s on now.’ to show the missing pillow fight arc from tcw. (from these prompts)

Ahsoka flopped over in her bed again. “Can’t you two be quiet for one hour,” she whined.

“It’s not about the speed, though, Master,” Anakin sighed, unconcerned with his Padawan’s distress. “It’s the velocity that affects it–“

“Speed and velocity are the same thing!” Obi-Wan cried.

“No, they’re not!”

Ahsoka sighed, turning over in her bed again. “Or you can just…ignore me.”

“Speed is the time rate…velocity is the rate and direction–“

“No, no, no. Velocity is just the word pretentious people use when they want to say speed.”

“Do you realize you are the ‘pretentious people’ poster boy?”

“Masters!” she groaned, pulling a pillow over her head. “Master Che isn’t going to clear us unless we actually rest–“

“Master Che can go to–“

“Anakin.” Obi-Wan snapped. “I don’t think that–oof.” He blinked, then turned his head sharply. “Did you just…hit me? With a pillow?” Ahsoka was already diving back under her blanket. “Oh. It’s on now.”

Ahsoka squealed as Obi-Wan catapulted out of his bed and jumped onto hers, coming down on her covered form with his own pillow.

“What are you doing over there?” Obi-Wan called across the room to Anakin, as he mercilessly brought his pillow down over and over again atop a giggling Ahsoka. “Your Padawan is obviously entertaining delusions of grandeur if she thinks she can assault her Grand Master with no repercussions. Get over here!”

Anakin grinned as he watched. “Who says I’m going to be on your side, Master?” He grabbed his own pillow and bounded his way across the room.

…

When Master Che did her rounds through the Hall that afternoon, she pretended she didn’t hear the screams and laughter from the three Jedi she had ordered to do nothing other than sleep.