#star wars modern day

[131-vr]

It was way funnier before i draw it.

@kaydear what have you done to me??? their always in my head, I aint free no more.

[bon-sides-sw]

Grogu's favorite teacher, he really wishes to see him more often!

[casp1an-sea]

My little sloppy doodle from film class

They’re watching a movie <3

Or Hux is anyway

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@xen-blank, @thehollowwriter, @keii-starz

@krenenbaker @elenauaurs @the-banana-0verlord @edith-is-a-cat @dove-da-birb

@theosb0rnway @fizzydreamz @ravenwing0110

@sunshinechildskywalker @silly-little-goober-core

@misbon-god-of-mischief @cyan-magenta-your-mom @messylxve @magics0up

@armiestice @jaynesilver

@slamophile @kira-mortham

@hpdmism @fives-ren

@here-comes-the-moose

@existing-sadly @not-so-allegiant-general

@dragonflies-draw-flame @diabollicallyangelic

@theosb0rnway @thegeneralorder

@messylxve

@ipomegranatexx

[mxltifxnd0m]

ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ

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Summary: It’s Halloween, and you do Anakin’s makeup 

AU: Modern AU, College AU

Pairings: Anakin Skywalker x fem!Reader

Words: 1.5K

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Warnings: No use of y/n, mentions of smut, somewhat spicy, suggestive content, fluff, and foul language.

A/N: This was intended as a blurb, then it got out of hand and turned into a one-shot, but I had no clue how to end it.  Also, my first fic for Anakin! 

And as always, thank you to my lovely wife, @songofpatrochilless, for beta reading this 🫶

𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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"Would you stop squirming? You're going to make me smudge something." You grumble as you shift in Anakin's lap, trying to fill in some of the spots on his neck with black face paint. His hands are planted firmly on your thighs as he sits back on the bed, shifting around each time the brush touches his neck. 

"Sorry, I have a beautiful girl in my lap, and she's touching my neck,” Anakin says with a charming smirk as he looks up at you, his cobalt blue eyes even brighter with the black paint surrounding his eyelids. 

"Flattery isn't going to get you anywhere, Skywalker," You say, rolling your eyes, a hint of a smile on your face. "Now shut up and stop squirming. I'm almost done, and then we can slick back your hair." He mimics your words silently, and you hold the paintbrush in your non-dominant hand to pinch Anakin's nipple in retaliation. He yelps slightly in pain and glares at you. 

"That wasn't very nice." He pouts at you, the teeth you painted on him morphing around his mouth. 

"You liked it, shut up." You hush Anakin and return to painting the finer details on his neck. As you work on his neck, you can feel his hands slowly moving up and down your thighs. You take the leftover black paint on the back of your hand and use it to fill in any part of his face that was painted partially black to make it more opaque. 

You guys decided to go as Violet and Tate from American Horror Story for Halloween this year. You really wanted to see what Anakin would look like with Tate's skull makeup. 

Anakin's eyes were closed, letting you finish painting his face. Once done, you sprayed some setting spray on his face and fanned it dry. You leaned forward to kiss his forehead and moved to get off his lap. He squeezed your thighs tighter before letting go. 

"Can I look?" He gestures to the mirror on the back of his door. 

"No! I have to do your hair, and you can get the grand reveal." You say with a teasing grin as you get off the bed to grab the bag you brought to Anakin's dorm room. He rolls his eyes but has a smile on his face as he sits up on his bed and stretches, the black shirt he was wearing rising, revealing the band of his Calvin Klein underwear and the trail of hair you love to see as you remove his shirt in the throes of passion you and Anakin have. 

You grabbed a towel, black hair wax, gel, and fine-tooth comb from your bag and crawled onto the bed, this time behind Anakin. You place the comb on the bed beside you, wrap the towel around his shoulders, open the jar of black hair wax you bought recently, and put some on your fingertips. You only put the black in the roots to mimic Tate's hair in the show. You massaged it into his scalp and saw Anakin relax at your movemments. After finishing the black hair wax, you wipe your hands on the towel to remove the pigment. 

Then, you open the cap to the hair gel and scoop a generous amount into your hand. You warm it up between your hands and rake it through Anakin's dirty blonde hair, which still had bright blonde streaks from the summer you spent together on the beach. His hair was the perfect length for the costume he was wearing. After spreading the gel through his hair, you took the comb and started to slick back his hair. It took a little while for him to begin to resemble Tate. Once you were done, you got up from the bed and stood in front of Anakin. 

You left a little piece of hair in the front and twirled it around your finger to make it curly with some of the gel that was left on your hands. You bit your lip as your eyes raked over Anakin. He looked so similar to the reference photos of Tate in his skull makeup. The only difference was that his eyes stood out compared to Tate's brown ones. You smiled at your handy work and clapped your hands together excitedly. 

"Ani! You look so good!" You exclaimed. 

He smiled at your excitement, "Thank you, angel, but it was all your hard work." He began to lean forward to kiss your forehead, but you swerved and stepped back.

"Nope, no kisses yet, Anakin," You tease him. "I need to get ready, and we need to take pictures together." 

"Then I can kiss you?" He says exasperatedly. 

"Yes, then you can kiss me." You laugh at his expression, his pout making him look less intimidating in the skull makeup. 

You're glad that Violet's look was more straightforward. Trying to match an outfit she wore in the series took some time, but you managed to thrift most of her outfit. You bought a burnt orange cardigan, a short floral sundress, and a black wide-brim hat. You already had some tights and debated between your black Doc Martens and black thigh boots. You ended up choosing the thigh-high boots because you knew Anakin loved them. 

Anakin was lying against the wall on his bed, his feet hanging off it and scrolling on his phone. As you took off (his) your shirt, your chest was bare since you didn't like wearing bras when wearing baggy shirts. You bent over to grab the bra you left when you spent the night with Anakin when his roommate was out. You heard the camera shutter sound come from his phone, and your head snapped over to Anakin. A cheeky smile was plastered on his face as he put down his phone and put his hands behind his head. 

"Oh, don't stop on my account." He said smugly. 

You give him an unamused look and turn around so your bare back is facing him, and he lets out a noise of protest, and a smile breaks out on your face at the noise. You quickly got dressed and put on jewelry and simple makeup. The finishing touch was the hat. You smiled to yourself and turned around to face Anakin. He smiled, got up from the bed, and stood before you.  

"You look beautiful, angel." He says softly as his eyes roam your figure. 

"And you look so attractive right now, Ani." You say. 

He smirks, "You have a thing for a school shooter that is tied to the house he died in as a ghost?" 

You tilt your head, contemplating, "When you put it like that. No, I don't, but Evan Peters is hot, so it balances it out." You shrug. He opens his mouth to reply, but you grab his wrist and pull him to the mirror on his door before he can. 

"Okay, now you can look at what you look like." He studies himself before turning around and kissing your forehead quickly before you can protest.

"I look great. Thank you for doing it for me." He says gratefully. You grin at his words. 

"No problem, pretty boy. Now, time for pictures!" You quickly grab your phone and take pictures of Anakin and vice versa. You guys take individual pictures before taking some together. Once you guys are done, you begin to look through them, picking your favorites. 

Before you can delete the images you didn't like, Anakin grabs your phone and tosses it on his bed. He grabs your waist and pulls you against him. You yelp in surprise but wrap your hands around his neck to steady yourself. 

"I believe I was promised a kiss after we took photos." He said with an expectant look on his face. You roll your eyes at him but oblige and give him a peck on his lips. But as you begin to pull away, one of his hands leaves your waist and cups your face to deepen the kiss. You make a noise of protest, but as he swipes his tongue at the seam of your lips, you melt into the kiss.  

Before the kiss becomes any more heated, you pull away from Anakin. 

"Anakin!" You admonish as you check his makeup. It stayed in place, luckily. He leans in again to kiss you, but you put a hand on his chest. 

"Anakin, no. You're gonna ruin your makeup, and we have to get going soon." 

He rolls his eyes, "Fine, but you owe me at least a makeout session after the party." He relents. You chuckle at his demand and turn your head to kiss his palm that is still on your cheek. 

"After the party, we can do more than just a makeout, okay?" You say suggestively.

He smirks, "You just want to fuck me in the skull makeup, don't you." 

You smile at him, "Maybe." You unwind your arms from his neck and clap your hands together. 

"Let's get going before Padme has our heads for being late." You said with a grimace. The thought of an angry Padme didn't settle well in your mind. 

[g8se]

May the force be with you, guys!

Today is a special day so I decided to make something special too! So here is a Call of Duty Star Wars AU!

Johnny - a young padawan

John Price - his wise master

Ghost - a mysterious sith renegade

König - a sith lord

Horangi - a bounty hunter

[generalkeno-bi]

Call and Response (852 words) by generalkeno-bi Chapters: 1/6 Rating: General Audiences Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Summary:

Cody was pulled out of his thoughts abruptly as someone slammed into his shoulder, causing him to stumble slightly. “Sorry!” he heard a voice gasp as Cody noticed a small, blue object tumbling to the ground. Instinctively, he reached down to grab what he realised was a phone, when he looked up at the stranger and immediately forgot how to breathe.

A young man, maybe slightly older than himself, stood in front of him with the fair skin of his cheeks tinged a lovely shade of pink. Ginger hair fell down to his shoulders in gentle waves, which just skimmed the top of his soft-looking beige sweater. Bright blue eyes met his, and Cody could’ve sworn that the world tilted on its axis. 

Or: Five times Cody picked up Obi-Wan's phone + One time he didn’t

Written for @codywanweek, Day 7 Prompt: Modern/University AU. Inspired by @jinn-exe's post which can be found here

[veny-many]

Little late about Valentines, but anyway... I just wanted more chocolates.

Chocolates for lovers, family, friends, and myself! Anybody who is loved.

Also kinda making my version of modern au, because I wanted.

[compacflt]

in regard to the icemav convo about american made cars: I think it would be funny if after mav gets his regular license, ice buys him a truck that they can use for transporting stuff to the hangar and when he gifts it to mav all the man can do is laugh bc stamped across the ass is MAVERICK. It’s a 2023 ford maverick (in area 51 bc I’m partial to that color)

and mav likes it, but he doesn’t love driving it bc it’s so big (and he just likes being a passenger princess too much), so ice drives it mostly which inspires a whole lot of jokes about ice liking having maverick’s name stamped on his ass. bradley gags from the other room every time.

if it matters to u, i agree with this hc 150% on rhetoric grounds. thank god for your mind.

however i would like to raise the issue that recent american pickup trucks have become non-useful, overexpensive, and suburban-coded in a way i think ice and mav would reject. the ford maverick was built with the intention of dropping kindergarteners off at school, not of actually doing hard labor. see below infographic for what I mean.

It’s a fucking travesty. Trucks are so ugly and useless now. the maverick is not immune to this. (maverick below)

what good is having a fucking truck if it can’t even hold two REGULAR ASS BIKES in the bed. & when the bed is empty the chassis is unbalanced in a way that leads to more accidents etc. (tbf that was true in the 70s/80s too but im feeling more hateful towards modern trucks rn). In short—the modern American pickup truck is no longer useful, it’s a way to virtue signal to other Americans that you *think * you know what hard labor is, even when you’re driving around in a glorified odyssey with a teeny tiny bed that can barely hold a couple bags of mulch for the back garden

ice & mav don’t even have any little kids anymore, i think they’d consider a backseat useless & a waste of space

SO i would like to offer you a Compromise, which is that ice & mav buy either (or both) a 1974 ford maverick AND/OR a 1990 ford maverick

for the Funny Name & coolness factor (& the “making Bradley vom cause of how cute his parents are” factor), and then soup up, like, a 1984 Chevy C10 for actual towing/hauling purposes.

[twilightofthe]

Rewatching ESB and honestly minus the whole Vader thing (which is understandable given the shit position he was in) Lando behaved much better than most people would if your questionable ex showed up with his new girlfriend AT YOUR JOB asking for help

(I mean it also helps that Lando thought the ex’s new gf was hot but still)

[stellanslashgeode]

Yup. I guess I'm writing Moder Day AUs now.

In this one Ashoka is a fanfiction writer for a Star Wars-like franchise. A few months back a mysterious archive user by the name of Skyshale started gifting her podfics of all her works featuring her favorite ship. She's left many comments and likes, but the user does not answer, and does not leave author's notes. All she knows is their voice. But that's enough to fall for.

@swsapphics-ao3feed

[incorrectclonewars]

Ezra: I hope I can be as good of a hero as you guys in fifty years.

Kanan, to Hera: Does he think we're fifty?

[bon-sides-sw]

Happy mothers day to him! The best Mommy ever!

[ontherocks21]

Thoughts From Hyperspace:

You know what makes me absolutely feral to think about?

Padmé wearing a spirit jersey with Skywalker printed across the back of the shoulders.

Like just imagine the statement she would make if the Holonet caught her out running errands - oversize shirt, leggings, and slides. The domesticity of it. 😍

It's on par with how rabid I get watching the cling of that tunic to his traps.

Send help.

[haven-of-dusk]

I was rewatching RotS the other day, because I'm guilty of it being probably my favorite Star Wars movie, and one scene in particular struck me in a way I hadn't really thought about before.

Order 66 is already an incredibly tragic scene, with a fantastic score, that never fails to give me chills, but in this case I was particularly hit by the short sequence where Zett Jukassa is killed by the clones right in front of Bail Organa.

At first glance, it's just a fun way to do a cameo by George Lucas' son, and that's likely all it was intended as, without an additional thematic meaning. But the structure of the moment does say something about the Jedi that I think is important.

When Zett appears, he's clearly making a break for Bail's speeder, seeing it as a means of escaping the massacre and inferno inside the temple. Given his youth, it's entirely possible the lightsaber he's holding isn't even his, it might've been his master's, or just one he grabbed from a fallen Jedi to defend himself as he fled. But with the brutal efficiency of Order 66, he's probably seen a lot of people he knows and cares about slaughtered by the clones already, and is more than likely aware of the risks involved in engaging any clones in a fight.

Yet despite all of that, when the clones open fire, Zett's first instinct isn't to duck and hide in the speeder or get himself out of danger, it's to plant himself between Bail and the hail of gunfire and try to protect Bail. It's entirely possible Zett has no idea who Bail is, and at most he probably just knows him as a Senator and occassional visitor to the Temple, but it doesn't matter. When faced with danger his first instinct isn't to protect himself, it's the selfless instinct to protect others. And it cost him his life.

(I had a paragraph here talking about the plot of 'Padawan Lost' and its relation to this moment, but this post is long enough already so I might make a separate post about that).

The reason I find this moment so impactful is that it represents the type of 'light' Palpatine wanted to eradicate. Selfless good, protecting others and putting them before yourself, self-sacrifice, they're all values the Jedi represent, and they're all values Palpatine needs the galaxy to lose hold of if he wants his grip on power to remain.

It's a running theme throughout the OT, Andor, the Clone Wars, and more, that fighting FOR others gives people a strength they wouldn't otherwise have. Han chose to come back and help the rebels in A New Hope, Luke and Anakin defeated Palpatine because they were fighting for each other instead of for themselves, etc. Tyrants like Palpatine thrive when people distrust each other, when they're driven to look out solely for their own interests, because it keeps the people separated, oppressed, and severely lacking in morale.

Palpatine didn't just kill the Jedi, he symbolically slaughtered the galaxy's hope and selflessness, setting the perfect stage for his own power. And to take it even farther, he framed the Jedi as dangerous traitors. The symbols of good were, if one believed his words, revealed to be crafty villains who had fooled the Republic into trusting them just so they could gain power. He framed the Jedi as doing the very thing he did, so that he could be the galaxy's hope, putting a stop to the 'threat' and protecting the Republic. But if you can't trust the Jedi, who can you trust? Your neighbors? Your friends? Your senators? It's terrifying how Palpatine successfully generated the environment of fear and paranoia that would keep him in power while exterminating the organization representing everything that would ideologically undermine him.

And it's even more terrifying that some viewers of Star Wars have essentially bought Palpatine's lies and uncritically act as though the Jedi were some ultra-corrupt, morally reprehensible organization.

[multifandom-nerds-blog]

Everyone who originally followed me for Star Wars rambling (I have 43 followers suddenly, since when?):

The Rex adopting the Domino Twins fanfiction is alive! BEHOLD!

[luke-shywalker]

I just learned about the Reylo fanfic author who renamed all the characters in her fanfic and published it as a book and it became a NY Times bestseller and it has a movie deal now (a lá Twilight fanfic becoming Fifty Shades), and I’m gonna need the HanLeia fic writers to explain to me why they haven’t had that level of hustle