#your jedi mind tricks don't work on me

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

Rich customers seem to think they can do jedi mind tricks on me to get what they want.

"I need a room from Friday to Monday."

"I'm sorry, we're completeley booked up for Labor Day weekend."

"Okay, do you have any rooms available for tonight?"

"Yes, we have a few openings; one bed with a kitchen, or two beds with or without a kitchen."

"Great, I'll take one bed for tonight, and check out Monday!"

"...We're booked up this weekend. No vacancy."

"But you just told me you have a room."

"For tonight."

"Yes, and checking out Monday!"

"No, checking out tomorrow, Friday!"

"Why can't I just stay in it all weekend?"

"Because someone else already booked it!"

It's like they think I'm lying to them and they can Bugs Bunny their way into getting what they want if they confuse me into telling the truth on accident.

"We don't have any rooms available."

"You do."

"We don't."

"You do!"

"We don't!"

"You don't!"

"We do!"

"No, you don't!"

"Yes, we do!"

"You absolutely do not!"

"We absolutely do too have vacancies, thank you very much!"

"In that case, I'll take one."

"Yes sir! Wait a second... Aw nuts, you caught me!"

Am I the crazy one? Is this how the rest of the world works, and I just don't realize it? I'm not gonna kick somebody else out of their reservation just because you want it, even if you paid extra! They booked it before you, and I'm not gonna ruin their weekend on your behalf. Get out of here.

[ddejavvu]

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Ok but this with Anakin!! It would totally work on him! I love that you’re writing for Anakin now you do it so well 🫶🫶

thank you!! you're so sweet <3 i think if i'm good at it it's because i've been in love with him since middle school maybe

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You strike while his brain is foggy with sleep, perhaps cruel on your part to combine two sedatives. The natural one, the chemicals his brain slowly releases as the night winds down to lull him into a dozy state, and the pointed tips of your nails, paid for by the very man you inflict them upon.

You reach out and scratch at the base of Anakin's spine, sending a shiver up its length. He's turned away from you only because you're doing some late night reading, and the glow of your screen is too invasive for him to sleep through. He groans at the feeling of your fingernails raking up his spine as you slowly drag them up his back, scratching at the fabric of his heather gray t-shirt.

"Don't stop," He pleads, half-asleep and unfiltered. You indulge him, tracing sprawling spirals over the expanse of his broad, toned back. He seems to melt into the mattress below him, and when you're sure he's barely containing himself from becoming a puddle of goop, you whisper, "Ani?"

"Hm?" He replies, and his voice is just the perfect amount of sappy-mushy-sleepy-gushy; you know you'll get what you want.

"Will you make pancakes tomorrow?" You hum, "The really fancy ones, with the fruit-flavored batter?"

"Sure," He hums casually, like you'd merely asked him to blink. On the contrary, Anakin's rather complicated recipe for flavored pancakes, for special occasions only due to its strenuous nature, is something he normally grouches about.

"Thanks, baby." You scratch up towards the base of his neck with your nails, lingering for only a minute more before you let your hand slink back to the screen that's displaying your novel. You think you've won, you think he's drifted off to sleep without fully realizing the gravity of the situation, but all of a sudden he turns over to face you, eyes both squinted and drooping at the same time, a sight you never thought was possible, much less this endearing.

"Did you mind trick me?" He asks, his glare scrutinizing.

You try to fight off your triumphant grin, "What? What are you talking about?"

"You tricked me," He huffs incredulously, and you feign innocence.

"You're the Jedi, Ani." You try turning back to your book, but he's not having it.

"You did that thing with your nails," He reaches an arm out from under the blankets to snatch up your hand, pulling it to his face to inspect it. His eyes narrow as he stares at your fingertips, examining your nails, "Do these things give you a connection to the Force, or something? How'd you do that?"

You snap your nails at him, scratching playfully at his fingers and retracting your hand when he yelps, "Don't be ridiculous, Anakin."

"You conned me!" He insists, his grin bright now that some of his sleepiness has worn off, "This is ridiculous, you owe me at least twenty more minutes of back scratches if I'm making you pancakes in the morning."

Your initial instinct is to fight it, even though you'd love nothing more than to scratch your nails along his muscled back for hours on end. But you catch yourself, thinking about the pair of boots you'd seen while window shopping earlier, their price a bit too high for you to justify an impulse purchase.

"Alright, Ani." You agree, and you see his brow twitch at the eagerness in your tone, "Roll over, I'll scratch your back until you fall asleep."

"Okay..." He turns like you instruct him to, but he cranes his head to peer over his shoulder at you as you start up your nails against his back once more. His eyes are narrowed, and his hair is messy enough that it nearly covers one of them. He watches you, and you keep your eyes pointedly on your screen, avoiding his scrutiny. Finally he turns, and you wait until he's minutes away from sleep to strike.

"Ani?" You croon, nails dancing along his left side, "Will you buy me new boots?"

"Mhm," He hums groggily, nodding easily into his pillow, "Anything you want, angel."

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Restrained (Hunter x f!reader drabble)

Summary: Hunter finds himself tied up and at your mercy.

Warnings: fully filth y'all so minors begone; bondage, restraints, blindfolding, sensory play, oral (f receiving)

Word Count: 478

A/N: shout out to Free for the impromptu mini-event. enjoy, babes

You'll never tire of seeing him like this.

The usually composed and stoic facade of the sergeant crumbles at your touch in an instant. His chest heaves with labored breaths, equal parts exertion and exhilaration, his toned arms bulging where he strains against the cuffs binding him to the bed. Ghosting your fingertips delicately up his thigh, tracing the skeletal tattoo, you delight in the deep, rumbling groan the action earns you.

"P-Please, mesh’la," he grits out, "don't be a tease."

"Oh but it's so much more fun when I am," you purr. To punctuate your point, you rake your nails down his flexed abs. The muscles jerk and twitch under your touch, and he squirms, whining.

You've been here before, Hunter restrained and you in charge, but this is the first time he's been willing to remove another facet of control. His bandana sits wrapped like a pretty bow around his eyes. Every new touch, every new sensation, makes him flinch first and moan second. You know from experience how little vision the makeshift blindfold allows; his other senses are working overtime, oversensitive.

Flattening your hands, you smooth over his hips. You shift on the bed until your mouth hovers above his leaking cock. You exhale a warm puff of breath, then flick your tongue out, catching a drop of pre-cum where it beads at the tip.

Hunter's hips jerk and the cuffs snap taut. "K-Kriff, yes."

Letting out a breathy laugh, you repeat the action, earning another stutter of hips up toward your face, and a heady whine.

"You're being so good for me," you murmur, lips barely skimming the velvet sponge of his tip.

"A-Always," he pants, "always for you, mesh’la."

You hum. "I think you deserve a reward."

Above you, he nods his head frantically, another whine tumbling from his lips. You pause to study him for a moment, relishing in the electric feel of control in your core; his skin is dewed with a fine sheen of sweat, a flush high on his cheeks, his lips parted and so fucking pink. A gush of arousal slicks your already sopping folds.

In that moment, you decide his reward.

"Mesh’la, what--"

Confused words are cut off as you nimbly clamber up his body and cant your hips down toward his wet and waiting mouth. He moans like a kriffing holoporn star and cranes his neck to kiss your cunt, his tongue licking a stripe up your folds and circling your clit. With a sigh, you settle your knees further out and lower to properly sit on his face.

"Fuck, thank you," he mumbles into you, and then the only sounds from him are feral groans and needy whines as he suckles, licks, and worships you to orgasm, the first of many for you both tonight.

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[mountkennedie]

Touch

Anakin Skywalker x gender neutral reader

Summary: Anakin takes any possible opportunity to hold your hand even if it's improbable

Inspired by a post by @m1ndbrand

Warnings: nothing

*Readers appearance isn't specified*

this is a borderline crack fic tbh

A.N. lol hi sorry for obliterating from reality for like 2 years. my bad.

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"I just don't understand it Anakin," you told your secret boyfriend.

"I like holding your hand, it's warm and soft... like the rest of you." His eyes slowly raked up and down your frame before saying, "I so rarely get to feel your beautiful skin against mine. Please grant me this, my angel."

"I do enjoy it as-well. It's just I don't understand why you feel the need to not only hold everything I carry alongside holding my hand." Your boyfriends entire right arm was filled with bags from a day of shopping. When he could disperse the load by splitting between two arms, he refused. Don't even think about holding something yourself, he says it's in the Jedi way to help those in need, you think he just wants to feel strong.

"Feeling strong is nice but also, I do like helping you," he quipped.

"You Jedis and your mind tricks..." you said playfully.

"You love my mind tricks!"

"Well yes, your use of the force is amusing at times, but stay out of my mind!"

"My apologies, Y/n," he said in a cocky tone. You smiled and squeezed his hand in response.

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When the two of you were on your way to one of Senator Amidala's charity banquets, Anakin had insisted on driving. Though the Senator had a transport ready to bring you both, he refused yet again.

"Are you sure? We have some of the best pilots available," The senator mused.

"We do appreciate the offer Senator, however we will be able to transport ourselves just fine," Anakin countered politely.

"Alright. Well I do hope to see you both there."

"You will Senator," you insisted.

Padme had always been tolerant of you and Anakin's rather close relationship. Though not knowing many details, being an intelligent woman, she was able to put the pieces together. She never told a soul and Anakin and you were eternally grateful.

Now the night had came. When you both got settled into your transport, Anakin wasted no time holding out an open hand to you. You accepted of course.

Halfway through the ride to get to the event hall, you felt his metallic hand smoothly caress circles on your hand.

"Did you add another update to your arm? It moves even smoother now."

"I did, actually! I was hoping you'd notice. I also made the overall gears in the arm, much quieter so I can be stealthy. And I also..." he continued explaining the different mechanics and things about his arm on the rest of the way to the event hall. Occasionally, you would feel his hand squeeze yours a bit when he got very excited in what he was talking about.

The only time that night when his hand left yours at all that evening, had been when you both had arrived at the banquet.

"One moment," Anakin said in a slightly annoyed voice. He dropped your hand for a moment to exit the transport. You were about to do the same when he beat you to your door. Once it was open he held his hand out again for you to take. You both remained connected the rest of night. Anakin was ecstatic about being able to be so open about your relationship. For one night neither of you had to hide your secret romance from everyone else.

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"Ani," you began.

"Yes?"

"I need to go to the bathroom." The pair of you had been strolling along in the gardens of Naboo. Padme had been kind yet again to open one of her houses to you and Anakin.

"Of course, let's go."

Upon stepping into the house, you tried to away from his grasp. However, he didn't let go.

"Are you serious?"

"Very."

You scoffed as you took him with you to the bathroom door. "I have to go now."

"You really don't, we can work something out."

"No I don't think we can. But hey," you threw your arms around his neck, and said very softly, "I'll think of you as I go."

"Just as I do for you," he responded just as soft. You two stared at each other for a moment before breaking into laughter.

"Okay I actually really have to go now!"

"Think of me!" Anakin replied as he walked back into the living room.

"Will do!"

[wazzappp]

Alright whose ready to see my lose my mind over continually more ridiculous au ideas? Trick question your gonna see it happen anyway (I have. so much bullshit. i have an entire other au that I havent posted about yet and i am thinking. about the re7 au again brother. I have fallen into the pits don't come save me or I'll drag you down too).

also jesus FUCK @moosemonstrous coming in clutch again with both star wars knowlege and the ability to actually remember things beyond a day and a half of talking about them THANK YOU.

STAR WARS AU

The Jedi originally came to Tatooine looking for Gabe. Sensing his strength with the light side of the force they thought he would be a prime candidate for training. Unfortunately for them, Robbie and Gabe are a package deal. They begrudgingly allowed him to come along as well because he is also force sensitive, but a little older than they would usually let in for training. Robbie agrees to because 1. if he just says no who KNOWS if they'll just take Gabe away forcefully and 2. STEADY FOOD SOURCE. ROOF OVER THEIR HEADS. ADAQUATE MEDICAL CARE. NO MORE FUCKING SAND. He doesen't trust these people as far as he can throw them but FUCK anything must be better than here.

During a sparring session another padawan purposefully infuriates Robbie, causing him to reach out to the dark side. He nearly kills the other padawan with the strength of his outburst. It then becomes EXTREMELY EVIDENT that Robbie is VERY strong with the dark side of the force. As a result of this outburst, one of his eyes gets the usual 'sith look', he gets special training to try and suppress those feelings, and he gets permanent pariah status in the Jedi Temple (I have. plans. i am being vague on purpose because FUCK I want to draw this scene in my head so bad but I also want to get this out to yall in the same month so it will be coming later. my dramatic bitch syndrome demands it).

After the clone wars get started (he's around 16 at this point) the Jedi realize that they need more people to fight. Robbie, though being previously disqualified for his history, is accepted for training and assigned Jedi Knight Johnny Blaze as a master.

Unfortunately, along the way Johnny starts picking up more solo missions and eventually disappears about 6 months in and everyone thinks he's defected (he's spying on the sepratist's for the republic). Which MEGA sucks for Robbie because 'holy shit the unstable padawans master defected' is getting thrown around and thats really not great. He wanders off deep into the temple where he can hopefully find a place to throw his feelings around in peace and stumbles into the artifact room, which opened in response to sensing the dark side. Bad news, you cant use the same method to get out.

Even MORE unfortunately one of these sith artifacts starts talking to him. After telling him how to get tf out of the vault and convincing Robbie that things are about to get bad ('I FELT what you could to out there kid do you REALLY think they're gonna let you stay? You gotta get out of here. And if you take me with you I can guide us to a ship they can't trace')

So Robbie sets out to run away, fully planning on taking Gabe with him and gets second thoughts while packing to which Gabe goes 'fuck that were GOING' (he's like. 11. But he'll be damned if Robbie goes somewhere and leaves him who knows how long). While escaping via unauthorized ship takeoff, Elis holocron makes it look like Robbie has fully gone to the dark side and there are clones sent to stop him.

Robbie responds by using the force to throw another ship at them and escapes with Gabe. Now they're both on the run. Robbie wanted by the jedi council for kidnapping, and Gabe wanted back to complete his training.

Eli died as a dark side user and a wannabe Sith. He never really graduated into full sithhood and spent most of his time working for Senator Ivanov and his dealings in Hutt space. He was OBSESSED with the prospect of immortality and sought ways to survive even after death.

When he was used as a scapegoat by Ivanov (he reported Eli to the Jedi council to make him look a little less suspicious), his back up plan of imbuing a holocron with his force presence was put into use. He's been sitting gathering dust in a vault of darksided relics for the past 10 years, just waiting for his chance to get out.

Gabe is an EXCEPTIONAL student in the Jedi temple. He enjoys learning about the force and how to use it, and for the most part gets along with his peers. His mobility aid has been improved since Robbie first built it for him out of scraps he was allowed to take from working on ships on Tatooine. Some days are still better than others, and there are times when a wheelchair is more appropriate, but generally the braces are good for daily use.

He is VERY defensive of his brother and absolutely will not hear a bad word said about him (many bad words are said about him. everyone things Gabe is incredibly sweet, but also to blinded by his love for his brother to see that he poses a threat). It very much so does frustrate him, he's just better at dealing with those feelings then Robbie is.

Anakin gets his fun force choking so I think that Robbie should get something fun and funky and special too so enter: JAW BREAK!! Yes it is very ring inspired but I wanted to make it MORE. So fuck it he rips the whole jaw off its hinges I think this would also probably kill you very dead.

Plus some doodles because brainrot brainrot brainrot brainrot

[gffa]

How do find all those gems of fics because you have incredible taste im so serious

Hi! Aw, you are very sweet to say so, thank you! I freely admit that I have very specific tastes, but I know what I'm about and I'm recommending fics that I know I would enjoy, so it's a list perfectly tailored to what I want to see in fandom! As for a semi-serious answer about how to find the fic you want to read, it's sort of a collection of little tricks: 1 - Read a lot of fic. The more you read, the more you'll find that you like, and the more you'll develop a sense for finding what you want to read faster! 2 - Be willing to give up on a fic that's just not for you. The number of times a fic has gotten better after hitting one of my personal warning signs has been so low that now I almost never both to keep reading. If a fic says attachment and love are the same thing, good luck with your fic, author, but I'm out right then and there. If a fic crosses into Bad Dad Bruce territory, you're perfectly valid author, but I'm out right on the spot. If I don't vibe with the formatting or style (I need every new speaker/thinker to be in a new paragraph, I need reasonable sized paragraphs, etc.), I drop the fic and move on to the next. If a summary seems like it has the type of fanon that doesn't hit my id, I keep scrolling. This isn't a value judgement, those fics are fine! They're just not meant for me. But it means I have more time to move on to the next fic, rather than frustrating myself by trying to vibe with something that's just never going to be for me. If I change my mind later, I can always come back, but honestly this has allowed me to find a lot more fic that is for me, if I'm not spending time on something that I don't vibe with. 3 - I will sort by kudos to get started in finding authors to begin reading when I first start, but after that I'm heading to the bookmarks of authors I liked, filtering by "Other work tags to include" to find what I'm really looking for (usually a specific relationship), and start opening up fic. When you find another author you like, repeat the process! 4 - Check out when other people do rec lists, too! Like, I've picked up fic from @cacchieressa and @fantastic-nonsense in DC fandom, as they both do recs fairly often, or I'll do a search for whatever character I'm looking for on tumblr, like "search/dick grayson fic recs", and if something sounds interesting, I'll drop it onto my reader. (I hope I can give back in this way, too, I would love to help others find fic to read and if that inspires making a recs list, that would be great, too!) 5 - I do go through certain tags every night (I go through the Dick & Bruce tag every night, I go through the Anakin Skywalker tag every night, sometimes I'll go through the Jedi Culture Appreciated tag, etc.) and see what catches my attention that's new today, or I'll do a search by kudos and hit up the 300 to 500 number of kudos fics, the ones that are smack in the middle to find more authors that are often really good (which I will then hit up their back catalogue and their bookmarks). Basically, just figure out what really makes your motor run when it comes to fic, whether a favorite character, a favorite relationship, a favorite trope, and you'll naturally just start reading so much that you'll find a ton of fic you like. But also, seriously, hit up authors' bookmarks, if you like their writing, chances are good you'll like their taste in reading, too!

[zoeykallus]

How would the bad batch boys react to realizing that their Jedi SO is about to sacrifice themselves for them

Oh dear... Another painful one for me I guess ^^' Let me see...

The Bad Batch x Jedi Reader Hc's - A Jedi's Sacrifice

Warnings: Angst / Hurt

Okay let's be frank. None of them will just let that happen. They will al try to stop you or something in that manner. But let's look into it a little deeper.

Summary: You want to stop the enemy forces chasing you so that your squad, Clone Force 99 can escape. Mainly the batcher you've been seperated with from the others. You are, of course, completely outnumbered and even your skills as a Jedi are unlikely to get you out alive.

Hunter

You've been running for a while now, always dodging blaster fire. His lungs are already burning. Both of you are almost at the end. Then he hears the hum of your lightsaber coming to life. He turns around.

"What are you doing!!! Keep running! You can't stop them!"

"I can buy you time"

Hunter feels every muscle tighten, his heart hammering up into his throat.

"No way!"

He stands his ground.

"If you're staying, I'm staying too"

You don't have time to argue. You want him to get to safety, you know you can't escape and probably can't win this fight. But you see the determination in his gaze. You know it doesn't matter what you say or do, he won't leave your side.

"Sergeant Hunter, as your general, I order you to return to the ship, now!"

He draws his blaster, getting ready to face the enemy.

"Sorry, love. I must refuse that order."

No matter what you do, no matter what you try, he will stay at your side. Until the end.

Echo

"What do you think you're doing?! You can't stop them! Come on keep running, Cyare!"

He already knows that you won't listen to him and he knows that he will stay with you no matter what. To die here and now with you was not his plan, not at all. But he is ready for it, in a way.

You think about using the Force to compel him, but Echo is a stubborn goat when he wants to be and he's not easy to manipulate either.

"Don't even think about using Jedi tricks. If you stay, I certainly won't run any further."

He is so incredibly brave, so determined. You can feel your affection for him almost choking your heart.

The rows of enemies roll toward you like a wave of metal. Just before the chaos really breaks loose, you hear him whisper, "I love you".

Wrecker

You know how strong he is. He will just grab you and keep running. If you don't want to hurt him, you have no choice but to let him. In the end, however, you will have no choice but to fight.

Wrecker fights proudly and determinedly at your side. He's not stupid, he knows what the odds are, yet he won't let them get him down. As we all know, hope dies last.

Like a wrecking ball, he will fight his way through the ranks of his opponents for as long as he can. He will do everything, absolutely everything to prevent you from dying, even if that means throwing himself into a superior number of opponents. It feels almost selfish for him, but he'd rather die before you than see you fall.

"It's been an honor, Cyare," will be his last words to you.

But in a strange way, there is some comfort in the thought that you will soon follow him to his death.

Tech

He will not give up on you. Never. Tech will build a distraction, trap or bomb out of things you have left to buy you time. If this doesn't work, he won't let you sacrifice yourself even if he has to throw himself at the enemy.

Tech can't lose you, he'd rather lose his own life. He wouldn't even know how to deal with the loss at all. He doesn't want to die, but even more he doesn't want you to die.

You won't be able to force or convince him. You should not underestimate how determined and stubborn he can be when he sets his mind to something. It's up to you whether you run with him towards the enemy or take advantage of his sacrifice and flee. He will want the latter from you but will respect and appreciate either decision.

You can feel fear in him, but also something much stronger. His love for you.

Crosshair

"Don't be silly. You don't think I'm going to leave you alone, do you? I am not a coward"

You frown angrily.

"That's not the point at all. No one thinks you're a coward!"

He shrugs and cocks his rifle.

"Whatever, Kitten, I'm staying here".

He will start shooting down the enemies from a distance, precise and deadly as always. But you both know that won't be enough, there are too many. However, he will not leave your side. Crosshair is ready to face the inevitable, even if he regrets that you are also in this situation.

Sacrifice yourself for him? Out of the question.

Ko-Fi

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[7-wonders]

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” with anakin please? also i love the way you write him, you’re so good!

I should try to write something other than Sith!Anakin, but alas, I cannot. If you've seen Clone Wars, this is modeled off of the episode where Obi-Wan and Anakin get captured alongside Count Dooku and the three of them have to work together to make it out.

#10: “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

In hindsight, trying to make a deal with Hondo Ohnaka and his gang of pirates without any sort of backup was not your best idea. They had tricked you, ambushing your ship when you landed at the coordinates you were given after paying for information as to the whereabouts of a small group of Jedi that you were hoping to recruit into the Rebel Alliance. Considering you still haven't had any formal training and you were heavily outnumbered, the pirates easily stripped you of your newly-constructed lightsaber and knocked you out.

You've been knocked out far too much for your liking since having joined the Rebels, but it's all for a good cause. At least, that's what you tell yourself when you finally come to on the cold concrete floor of a prison cell. You're disoriented, and you wince when you rub at the painful lump on the top of your head from where Hondo had hit you. Great, you're cuffed! Just what you need.

Even with your confused state of mind, it doesn't take long for you to sense that there's someone in this cell with you. You just hope it's not a pirate that's going to finish you off before you even have a chance to fight back.

"Well, well, well, look who it is!"

That voice. You've only met in person once before this (though he's been in your dreams far more than you'd care to admit), but you'd be able to pick that voice out of a crowded room immediately. He's obviously taking great pleasure in your current predicament, and you scowl before stumbling to your feet and glaring into the golden eyes in the other corner of the cell.

"Y'know, Rebel, if you wanted to see me again, you didn't have to go to such extreme lengths to do so."

"Anakin," you greet with as much malice as possible, knowing that, even if he wanted to kill you (which he doesn't), he couldn't. "You've stooped to working with pirates now?"

"As if I would ever even consider such a thing." He finally comes out of the shadows, and you see that he's cuffed over his simple Sith robes exactly as you are.

You can't help but laugh at this turn of events, even though it makes your head hurt to do so. "Oh, this is great. The mighty Sith Lord Darth Vader, captured by a few pirates?"

"I wouldn't be laughing if I were you. After all, we're both in the same unfortunate situation."

That does end your merriment, and you lean against the wall. "Do you know what the pirates are planning on doing?"

"It would appear that they are contacting the Hutts to try and secure a ransom for both of us. After all, two Force-users, one a Sith Lord and the other a high-ranking Rebel, will catch quite a fortune."

"Kriff," you lament.

"'Kriff' is right."

Looking out through the cell bars, you can see that there's only one guard outside. The pirates have probably assumed that you're powerless without a lightsaber. They would be wrong. "Well, I guess we need to get out of here before they can sell us off, then."

Anakin tilts his head with a smile. "Are you suggesting that we work together?"

"We really don't have a choice, do we?"

He comes to stand next to you in front of the bars, both of you silently formulating a plan. You decide to try a mind trick to get the guard to release you from the cell, but before you can so much as lift a hand, Anakin has his own in the air to Force choke the guard. You gasp, looking on in horror (and, you must admit, admiration) as Anakin brings the pirate closer to the cell door.

"If you want to live," he hisses, "you'll unlock the cell now."

The pirate nods frantically, and Anakin releases him from his hold so that he can use his keycard to open up the cell door. When he does and the door swings open, Anakin raises him up in the air with the Force again before crushing his windpipe. He tosses the body to the side as if it's mere trash, rummaging through the dead man's pockets before finding another key to unlock the cuffs.

He undoes his first before grabbing your hand with a surprisingly gentle grip and unlocking your own cuffs. You want to say something, to question why he killed that man or what he plans on doing next, but you can merely stare at him as the atrocity he just committed is fresh on your mind.

"Oh, don't act so scared of me," Anakin scoffs. As if to prove that you have nothing to be scared over, he smiles softly at you. "After all, I've seen the way that you look at me when you think I don't notice."

Your jaw drops, and you try to sputter out an answer now that you've been solidly knocked out of your fear. "I've done no such thing! We've met twice before, and one of those times you were trying to capture me while I was running for my life!"

Anakin smirks. "And what about all of the dreams? There have been plenty of longing looks from both of us in those."

Your stomach drops as you realize that the sanctity of your dreams has been invaded. Somehow, you've been sharing dreams with a Sith Lord. And somehow, you hadn't noticed that you were.

Anakin's already halfway down the hall before he turns around. Though he's just dropped a bomb on you, he doesn't seem to realize or care that it's left you stunned. "Well? Are we going to escape from some pirates or not, Rebel?"

[cherriesncinnamon]

they'll never be you - anakin skywalker x fem!reader

synopsis: jedi knight anakin skywalker has been padawan y/n's master for almost two years now. the higher the tension builds, the harder it becomes to conceal. one fateful night, paired with a lot of jealousy, unleashes the bottled emotions they've buried deep within themselves. the only question is, who will break first?

warnings/tags: secret feelings/relationship, love confession, fem oral sex, unprotected sex (both characters are over 18, and please wrap it up!!).

word count: 2.5k.

a/n: padmé and anakin are not in a romantic relationship in this, i will not write or condone a cheating anakin✋

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Coruscant, 19BBY.

Aching and exhausted, I was very glad that training for the day had come to an end. Hours after hours with Master Skywalker were... challenging to say the least. He's a mighty leader with an iron fist, he strives for my excellence, which I am grateful for after all. Everything he does, whether I like it or not, is for my future benefit. I couldn't have found a better master if I tried. Still, that doesn't mean I don't feel incredibly overworked. All day, Master had me swinging my lightsaber while in motion, recreating the events of a fight I was having in my head. He stood observed from afar, drilling me to raise your shoulders, and use quicker wrist work. His teachings over the past two years were highly appreciated though, he taught me the tricks of the trade in order to be one of the best, just as he is. Although, he's reluctant to admit his clear strong abilities and power due to insecurity. It's evident that Anakin tries too hard, he comes off as a hot head but in reality, he is sweet once he lets down that steel wall. I hope he knows at least one person acknowledges everything he's sacrificed for the Order.

Due to the high level and length of my training, Master Skywalker decided it would suit the situation best if I lived close. So naturally, we're apartment neighbours, which is annoyance in itself, but I won't delve into that.

It's midnight, and pitch black in my bedroom, pitch black except the soft glow of airspeeders passing by the window every half a second. I toss and turn uncomfortably in the satin sheets, feeling as though my skin is crawling, or that I need to shake something off of my body. I pass it off as simple fatigue and achiness from the intense day I had, yet I knew something else was keeping me awake. Master Skywalker possessed a sort of daunting aura, it drew me to him like opposite poles of two magnets. We are opposites in a true representation, he's intimidating, brooding, dominant even, and I'm always pushing his buttons : making him laugh, causing him to let go of his misleading facade, almost like he's breaking character. I questioned that. Why he felt the need to fake his personality in front of me wasn't understandable. I also questioned whether he was aware of my obvious feelings towards him. I shouldn't admit it, it's unprofessional, inappropriate. My master had no idea the wonders he was doing to my mood. Something so plain like a swift look into my eyes while we're "fighting" sends my skin on fire. Although the feelings don’t roam farther than the surface, I fantasise about digging further into the mystery that is Anakin Skywalker. His slightly frightening demeanour hides a part of him I desired to discover. Nevertheless, I pretend those feelings cease to exist, and that they aren't burning a searing hole through my body. He doesn't need to know anyways, it would ruin the dynamic we had formed, and I put all my bets on him never speaking to me again, never mind allowing me to continue to be his apprentice if I did tell him.

Just as I felt my eyelids get heavy, three bangs on my front door jolted me out of bed, only wearing a nightgown that left nothing to the imagination. As the knocks were aggressive, I genuinely believed something serious was happening until I opened the door to Master Skywalker. His curled hair was disheveled, and his chest peeked through his ajar robe. I made a quick move to cover some of my torso, incredibly confused.

"Master Skywalker, what's wrong? Have you seen the hour-". Anakin grabs me by the arm firmly and pushes me into my apartment, closing the door behind him. He finally lets his strong grip go once we're standing in my bedroom, his chest heaving.

"Can you please just-" he can't form words through his heavy breaths, his striking blue eyes piercing through mine as he stares down on me. I gaze back up at him, eyes squinting in concern.

"Can you get out of my head, Y/N, please. Just get out of my head." it's at that second when I realise he knows about the excessive thoughts I have about him, particularly at night. He can sense when I think, talk, even dream about him. And by the face he's making, it's driving him to insanity. I place a hand on his shoulder, his body shuddered at my sudden touch.

"Master, I don't know what you're talking about." I lie though my teeth, seeing his eyes focus back on me with nothing but the city light shining down on us. Skywalker knows my unfaithfulness, I should never lie to my master, but does it still apply if it's for a greater good? Are lies without malice really lies?

"You can't lie to me. I can see right through it, Padawan." he slides out from my grasp, sitting down on the edge of my bed, allowing his head to fall in his hands.

"You think I don't know? I know. I always have, but there's a lot of things you don't." Anakin says, looking down on me as I sit besides him, iris' completely black in fear. I break down his statement, the first half sent goosebumps down my spine, the second half urged me to keep talking.

"What don't I know, Anakin?".

"Oh Maker. Why do you think I chose you to be my apprentice? Because of no particular reason? No, no. Because the second I laid my eyes on you, I knew there was something different about you, and I was fixed, hooked. Can you tell me why? Why I can't sleep at night knowing you're out there, flirting with men in clubs, violating yourself. Tell me why I can't go minutes without thinking about you." Skywalker stands up, towering over my frame. I freeze, unable to process what I'm hearing. I wanted to pinch or slap myself to wake up, but I knew his genuineness was too raw for me to be dreaming. My mind could never create that unseen version of Anakin. He's softer, and a lot more relaxed. I stand up, abruptly feeling insecure under his tired eyes.

"There's a lot of things you don't know too, Master. I flirt with those men in clubs because they're the closest thing I can get to you. Then I come home and feel guilty about how I've led them on. Because Anakin, they'll never be you. No-one will ever be you."

Our shallow, paced breaths alternate, both of our hearts pounding against our ribs so hard they could break. Anakin's furrowed brow relaxes, and his eyes wander into mine filled with starry lust. For a few seconds, we're interlocked in a stare, the outside planet completely stopping in its tracks. We took those seconds to bask in the unknown. The depth of the waters we were about to dip into were unknown. Everything was, that's what made the fire between our gaze stronger, and brighter.

After what seemed like a short lifetime, I finally felt the sweet relief of Anakin's soft lips bashing against mine, his hands pressed up the sides of my face. I melted on his lips, letting go of everything I had bottled up until the weight on my shoulders is lifted. My fingers begin to wander in Skywalker's hair, playing with his soft, tousled curls. Slow, and intense he kisses me, taking his delicate time to pay attention to my lower lip, gently biting it while my deprived body urges towards his. I used two fingers to push Anakin's black robe from off of his shoulders slightly.

"Is this okay?" I ask, to his steady, desperate nod. As the fabric hit the floor, the dim light revealed what I had longed to see when I fix my eyes on him once again. Slopes and curves of muscle and tanned skin covered his torso, so beautiful and archangelic. I was certain that Maker himself had Anakin sculpted by his most talented craftsmen. I try not to overreact, instead my breath hitches mid gasp.

"Relax, let me please you." Anakin speaks into my ear, backing me to the bed so that I fall back onto it, my body sinking into the sheets. He takes no time to kneel, praising the deity in front of his very eyes. His metal hand instantly makes me jolt at its coldness, to which he responds with a laugh under his breath as he open my legs. I don't resist, granting him full access to paradise. Considering I have no underwear on, my inner thighs are already wet with my arousal, showing Anakin just how good he is. Without warning, my legs are being hoisted over his broad shoulders, and his head is inches away from the place I needed him most. I gripped at my nightgown, lifting it up past my hips, hungry for a release. Teasing my patience, his lips meet tender skin, kissing up my thighs to the point of unbearable closeness. I writhe, smacking my head back down onto the bed in fury. He loved to see me in that state, frantic and frustrated from the absence of pleasure.

"Anakin. Please, please touch me." I beg, feeding into what he was so obviously eager to hear. I look down to see his honest smile, heavy lidded eyes casted over in passion. Gaining his appetite, Anakin dips his tongue into me, coating it in my dripping sex. I immediately sigh, softly moaning at the sensation of his slick tongue sliding over my clit, sending waves of euphoria through my pelvis. I tug at his hair, yearning for more, more closeness, just more. Anakin squeezes my thighs to keep me still, my breathing increasing after every intricate movement he does with his sacred tongue.

"I will do... whatever you ask. I need you, Y/N." he says in breathlessness, reaching out from in between my legs. I pull him to my level, sliding my tongue across his lips that were covered in my own wetness. I taste myself, much to Anakin's amusement.

"I need you too. Sit down, Master." I usher him to collapse into the chair adjacent to my bed, he complies. To get the things you crave, sometimes you have to do it yourself. Skywalker places his curious hands onto my waist, lowering me so I'm straddling his spread legs. He sucks lightly at my supple skin, marking his territory with red-purple blotches peppered across my neck and half covered chest. We don't bother to remove our remaining clothes, the neediness and painful pressure had consumed us. My hand starts to firmly palm Anakin under his pants, my arousal increasing at the knowledge of his unbearable hardness. He tips his head back, grasping my hips tight enough to leave dark bruises. Skywalker pulls down his pants and boxers to expose his dick, which hit his stomach purely from tasting my nectarous sex. Slowly but surely, I held him against my heat, teasing him with my entrance before sliding him into me. We both bury our heads into each other, beyond crazed by the feeling we had ached for so very much.

"Does that feel good?" I ask, observing his sweet face twist as my hips grind wildly, pained by the stretching of my walls from the size of him.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this." Anakin replies, pulling down the front of my nightgown to take my nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls around it so it sticks out, his free hand massaging the other. The mix of pain and pleasure sends my hand flying to my mouth, weakly attempting to stifle my cries and moans.

"Don't. I want to hear your pretty screams." Master expresses, snatching my arm away. He holds them both together behind my back, his singular hand large enough to restrain mine both. Maker, I couldn't even think or speak. Even during my most shameful, erotic dreams, nothing could prepare me for the level of euphoria Master Skywalker was giving me. I felt my legs tremble more with every thrust, his pelvis smashing into me. His true self peered through the layers, indisputable through his validating grunts and groans, his pace quickening as he throbbed inside of me. The familiar strain deep within me somewhere started to climb as my pitched moans did the same, my ability to last being tested. Anakin was beginning to gain more confidence, he used his nature with the force to play with my clit, inching me closer and closer to a sweet, sweet peak.

"Say you're mine, Y/N, say it." Skywalker commands, grabbing a bunch of my hair and riving it back, causing me to scream out. I can sense he's close by the grimace on his face, so I fasten the pace in my hips, my high also approaching at full force, with no sign of slowing down.

"I'm yours, Ani. I'm yours!" I appease, satisfied at Skywalker's approving smile. "I'm close- fuck." I manage to continue, breathing too frenzied to let me speak.

"Me too." he understands through my weak words, holding me further down onto him, pushing him deeper into me. As my whirling orgasm hit me, I remembered Anakin was oblivious to the fact that he was my first, not first time, but the first man to ever make me feel. The strain finally snapped, sending my nerves on fire, all the way from my pelvis to my fingertips. Anything I had done on my own, with only my imagination, could never in a million years compare. Anakin let go of his steadiness, and released himself into me, sloppily thrusting his way through his indescribable high. He wraps both of his arms securely around my body, pulling me as close as two beings could possibly be, before placing a singular, light kiss on my lips. Once the burning pleasure subsides, realisation hits.

"Ani... we can't tell anyone about this, you know Jedi are forbidden to have attachments, it's not allow-" I admit my concerns, climbing off of him to pace the room. Anakin interrupts me, holding my cheek in his palm, which was hot and red with distress.

"I won't say anything, Padawan. Attachments are forbidden, but who said we have to tell them?" he reassures, sliding up my nightgown strap up to cover my exposed chest.

"I don't know if I'll be able to pretend this never happened, Master." I protest.

"So don't. I know I won't. This isn't just going to be a one-time thing, and I know you believe the same." Skywalker drapes his robe over himself, standing with reassurance, and comfort painted all over his expression.

"Yes, I do. We must keep a secret to protect ourselves, but truly, I wouldn't want it any other way. You know that no-one does it like you, Ani."

[greatwesternway]

What Rebecca Does

Comin' through, me hearty!

Oops! Sorry! My name's Rebecca, by the way.

Oi! Watch out, Rebecca By the Way. Eheheheh!

Whoops! Sorry, Uh- I don't know what to call you.

I'm Diesel, I think you'll find!

Sorry... Diesel I Think You'll Find! I'll be out of your way just as quick as I can.

This might be one of my favorite things that ever happened on the show, it's so fkn funny. And I think it's probably the best, most overt example of one of Rebecca's character traits that practically everyone sleeps on.

Like, look at what happened here. Rebecca is in the way all over the place. Salty needs her to move, and she does, but she's paying attention to him instead of what's in front of her and she slams into Diesel. Which could have caused major upset since most engines don't like getting bumped, except if you're going to slam into anyone, Diesel's a good choice 'cause he does that shit for sport. He's a real son of a biff, so he don't get all precious about it.

What he does do is get obnoxious, as is his way. All imitating her and rockin' back and forth on his wheels like a rooster.

And here's what Rebecca does.

Rather than get angry, miffed, or put out like so many other engines would, she just let's it go, no biggie. After all, Diesel's laughing, right? He's not mad so why should she be? This is all in good fun! And then - then! - she flips Diesel's shit right back around on him. Takes his imitation of her and imitates his ass right back! Then gets out of his way.

And Diesel has to stop and think about this for a second 'cause this is not how this sort of altercation would have gone with anyone else. Something's happened here, something he doesn't understand. He's gotta review the minutes of the meeting, try to figure out where the discrepancy is. But eventually he's like, "You know what? Yeah! I fuckin' like that way that interaction went!"

The thing here is, it's not just that Rebecca is chill and doesn't take shit personal. It's that she takes whatever is given to her and plays along with it.

She does it again later in the same episode (on Gordon's behalf) to Flying Scotsman, taking his teasing Gordon by calling him "little" and saying that no, she thinks Gordon might be bigger, and leaves him wondering what the fuck just happened to the power balance he's used to.

It's not a one off to "Confusion Without Delay" either. She does it in "Chucklesome Trucks" (Chuckletrucks, you might say) too by playing along with the trucks' singing and bumping, takin' all the fun out of it by not getting frustrated and frazzled by their bullshit.

And you know what? I'm gonna throw her admiration of Daisy in "What Rebecca Does" on the pile too. Annie and Clarabel were doin' their sarcastic usual about her and Rebecca took what they were puttin' out and un-backhanded that compliment. Not that Daisy needed it, obvs, but it goes to show. Annie and Clarabel were only fortunate enough to be gone before they had to sit through it.

And to be sure, I do not think she does this on purpose. Rebecca is just Like That. She goes along to get along and it works great! I would even go so far as to say that Vicious Sodor Karma plays very well with Rebecca's Jedi Mind Tricks because when other engines try to interfere with them (like Thomas, Percy, and James in "Chucklesome Trucks" and Gordon in "Gordon and Rebecca Coming Through!"), things go badly for them.

What Rebecca actually does is take what is given to her and returns it to sender in a way that disarms others and cuts their bullshit off at the pass.

[orangevtae]

Ascending Star | Obi-Wan Kenobi

Summary: Life on Tatooine after the end of the Jedi Order wasn't easy, after 5 years of the end of your Jedi life you got to have the first interaction ever with Luke and are bubbling in joy and can't wait to tell your husband.

Pairings: Jedi!Reader x Obi-Wan Kenobi

Warnings: Reader still dealing with grief, mentions of nightmares and death, there's fluff tho. This one happens 5 years before the Obi-Wan Kenobi's series but it doesn't have spoiler of the show. There's no use of pronouns so can be read freely.

A/N: i've been kinda obsessed with Star Wars lately so this came up to my mind, hope you like it!

Masterlist

It was a hot day in Tatooine, the planet was always hot due to it's twin sun's but that day especifically seemed to be hotter, you felt it even with a slight breeze going around, shuffling your clothes and hair around.

The tavern you worked on had less movement than the last few days, some clients that are old on the house are present here and there but you really hadn't to worry or work that much since there wasn't much you could do, you let a sigh noticing that it was almost time for you to go home and you wanted nothing more than at least have a bath to soothe the heating wave and be with your lovely husband that by now must be home.

You have been on Tatooine for...what now? 5 years? You were sure it were 5 years now, you've lost track after a time, be absorbed on your job helped a lot to not let your mind wander back to what happened on Coruscanti. But sometimes it wasn't that easy, no, sometimes you would let your mind drift back to the hurtful memories that you lived that day, where you lost most of your friends and colleagues. Jedi weren't supposed to have attachements but it was almost impossible to not have them in the line of work you used to have.

Back then you always thought that some council rules were a little bit too much, some Padawans that were your age agreed with you that attachements that helped you to strenght you on the light side had no issues, Anakin and you used to have a lot of conversations about that, before...you shook your head from side to side, vanishing the thoughts, you wouldn't think about him, no, you refused, you've been dealing well by doing it. You already had too many nightmares without putting him into scene, you didn't need them to worse by remembering him, of what he became, when you thought about your old friend, you prefered to remember of who he was before he got tricked by Palpatine.

You sighed again and slumped your shoulders, deciding to keep your mind busy by cleaning some dishes and give attention to your clients, otherwise you would hear nonstop from your boss and you prefered to think about now than to live in the past, what is done it's done, nothing could change that.

"Y/N, can you get me one more of these?" one of the clients asked you, holding out an empty bottle of the drink he asked earlier

"Of course, it's on hands" you smiled back at him and he nodded

You finished cleaning some cups and dried your hands on some piece of clothing that you carry around to dry them and picked up the bottle of the drink your client asked and brought to him.

"How's your day today Y/N?" he asked, already filling his cup with the drink you brought

"It's slow today, but it's almost the end of my shift, so maybe you're my last client for the day today Kyl. How's your wife? She got any better?" you asked him, making small talk

"You know the ma'am, she's strong as a rock, nothing can beat that woman up, she's better, thanks to your advice"

"Don't thank me, it was only something i had in hands"

"Nonsense, you helped all of us around town, i don't know what you used to work with before coming to this planet, but you got the hands by helping everyone" he laughed and took a sip of the contents on his cup "How's your husband?"

"He's fine, tired, but fine, i think he's already home by now"

"Tell Ben that i said hi"

"I'll let him know, good to see you Kyl"

Kyl was one of the regular clients of the house, a middle aged man, lived with his wife, he was easy to talk to, being the kind man he is. He's the first friend you made when you arrived in Tattooine, he and his wife helped you and Ben to adapt a lot.

As you returned to the balcony, ready to pick up your things and finish for today as you saw your co-worker arriving, a little boy came in running, his breath uneven, cheeks a little bit red and blonde hair messy, he took a deep breath and looked up at you.

You smiled down at him as he tried to get his breathing even again, he didn't look like he was more than 5 years, his clothes looked a little baggy on him and you waited as he lift up his hand.

"You okay boy?" you asked, voice full of playfuness

"Yes, i..." he huffed and looked up at you "I'm fine"

"You sure?"

"Yes, can i have a cup of water please?" he asked

"Of course!" you filled a cup full of water and slided to him on the balcony, you were pretty sure that he was on his tiptoes to be able to reach the cup and you let out a giggle as you saw that he still couldn't reach, so you put the strap of your bag over your shoulder and made a turn to get out from behind the balcony "There you go" you said handing him the cup

"Thank you!" he smiled up and took a big glup from the water you gave him.

As he was quietly drinking his water, eyes wondering around the place, you took a moment to have a better look at him and you almost gasped by noticing why he looked so familiar. You almost let out a gasp as you looked at the boy, you and Obi-Wan have been watching over him for the last 5 years, you almost didn't believe that this was Luke, the last time you saw him in person was when you delivered him on his uncle arms as a baby.

Owen never let either you or Obi-Wan have an interaction with Luke, too afraid that maybe if he let, he would turn as he father did, you never thought that not even him thought like that but maybe that was his way of dealing with things, so maybe even if this was the only time you ever be able to talk to Luke, you would keep it in your heart.

"I'll have to pay for the water? Cause i don't have any credits with me" he asked as he finished drinking, handing you the cup as you chuckled at him

"No, it's just water, don't worry about it, it's on the house" you put the cup on the balcony behind you

"Really? I can tell to my uncle to come pay for it" he said, hands grasping the end of his clothes on fists

"No, it's alright, i'm heading home so that one's on me" you smiled at him and got down on his eye level, hands holding his "It's okay, really"

"Luke?!" You heard Owen's voice calling for him, he turned by hearing his name and you sighed

"You're a wonderful boy, Luke. Not many people are worried in paying water sometimes" you smiled and he giggled "Now, off you go, your uncle will be worried"

"What's your name?" he asked, big eyes traced on you

"Y/N/N" you said your nickname softly

"Luke?" Looking up, you saw Owen, hands on his hips and harsh expression on his face as he saw you talking with Luke "Where you've been?"

"I got thirsty and came to ask for water! Y/N/N gave me some and said that i didn't have to pay for it!" he said in one breath and you giggled as you standed up

"So...how do we say, Luke?" Owen sighed

"Thank you, Y/N/N!" the boy told you

"You're welcome"

"Bye Y/N/N" he said walking to his uncle, waving his little hand at you as you waved back

"Bye Luke"

He holded his uncle hand and them both walked out of the tavern, you smiled softly and tightened your grip on the strap of your bag and made your way to your Eopie to go back home.

The ride home was long, but you got there as the twin sun's were setting, when you got close enough you could see that Obi-Wan's Eopie was there already, a clear signal that he was home. You got down from your Eopie and gave it a piece of the meat you carried, as it eated, you tapped it's head softly and headed inside after the droid of recognition bipped by taking it was you.

You took off your cloak and hung it by the door as you got inside, taking off your boots and headed more inside and called for your husband "Ben?" Nothing, you frowned, you had a little suspicion of where he was but wanted to make sure and called louder for him "Ben?!"

"In here, darling!" you heard him shout back and headed to where his voice called. He was on his usual spot: having a watch over Luke. You smlied and kissed his cheek before sitting beside him, he smiled at this "I saw you coming. How was your day today my dear?"

"Pretty slow, but something great happened" you smiled

"Oh, what was it?" he lowered his device and looked over at you, pushing you to his side by your waist, planting a soft kiss on your lips "What was so wonderful on your slow day that made you smile like that?"

"I got to talk with Luke today" you said softly, your hand carressing softly his cheek, playing with his overgrown beard, you looked up at him and laughed at the surprise look on his face.

"How? Did Owen allowed or...?" he started and you planted a kiss on the tip of his nose

"No, no, nothing like that. He just came to ask for a cup of water, it was a small interaction, it could've been insignificant for any other but it meant so much, he was more interested on his water though" you chuckled softly and Obi-Wan was paying close attention to what you were saying, soft smile on his lips "I wish you could've seen how he came: his cheeks were so flushed and hair a mess, i think he was running around. He got worried in having to pay for the water, water Ben" you sighed "It was short, but...it made my whole day"

You looked up at Obi-Wan and let out a chuckle by the way he was looking at you, soft look present on his eyes and soft smile playing on his lips, he loved to see you happy and he would always make everything on him to being able to keep seeing this smile on your face, he thought that he could never get tired of seeing your smiling face. It has been 5 years that he was married to you, more than almost 10 years that you have been together and he still felt like floating in the clouds when near you "That's great, love. I can see how much that little interaction made you happy. I wish that Owen would let us have contact with the boy, so i could see that beautiful smile more often than i already do"

"Ben i think aging is making you sappy" you said playfull and he roled his eyes as he let out a laugh, kissing your cheek softly

"It's been 5 years that we are officialy married..." he trailed off to you, hands cradling your face and you arched your brow

"Yes, what about it?" your hands have gone to his shoulder

"I was thinking if..." he sighed and you waited for him to continue, hands softly pressuring on his shoulders "...If you would want to build a family with me?"

"Where that came from?" you giggled

"It's just that...we've been together for so long, love. I just thought that maybe now would be a good time to bring this up and seeing you so radiant talking about Luke just got me wondering" he felt his cheeks got hot, it was incredible of how much you still were capable to make him feel like that even after years of being together

"I want it...as long you want to, Obi-Wan Kenobi" you brushed your nose with his, eyes closed and soft smile on your lips "There's not even much that i could deny you, being freely with you like this it's everything already but start our little family can just complete everything"

It was foreign to hear his name again, it looked like ages since the last time you called him by his real name, the people in town knew him as Ben Kenobi and they only knew you by your nickname followed by your surname, but hear you calling him Obi-Wan kept him grounded and he smiled softly, kissing the palm of your hand that was against his face.

"You are the ascending star that i need on my life forever Y/N Kenobi"

[voteformightyclocks]

The Clock's Guide To Using The Force

So. You want to be a Jedi Master. Your first step is to be a Jedi Knight and then successfully train someone into Knighthood yourself, so how do you become a Jedi Knight? Apparently at least 2 decades, but no one wants to spend THAT much time training, so I'm going to boil down for you exactly what the Force is, how it works, and how you use it

This article is an analysis that takes into account many parts of canon, including the Original Trilogy, the Prequel Trilogy, the Nightsisters, and the Chiss. But first, let's cover what the Jedi, Sith, Dathomirians, and Chiss believe about the Force, and how this ties into how they use the Force

The Jedi The Jedi are an interesting case because everyone knows the Jedi. They believe in peace, defense, and faith. As such, they teach their students how to block out negative emotions, embrace the unknown, and lay down their lives for others. Their Force abilities include Telekinesis, Mind Tricks, Clairvoyance, Physical Vitality/Agility, and Healing. But those are just the most notable ones, there are many more abilities in canon

The Sith The Sith are the other faction pretty much everyone is very familiar with. They believe in embracing emotion, and using said emotion to strengthen their abilities and power. Their Force abilities tend to include stuff like Force Choke, Lightning, and Mind Probe

The Nightsisters Dathomirians (and specifically the Nightsisters) believed in the Force as a type of life essence, and broadly a power beyond the universe. While I don't know much about their specific beliefs, I know this manifests in their ability to raise the dead, teleport, and change the properties of objects around them

The Chiss The Chiss only really had access to two Force abilities: "Third Sight" (which acted as a form of Clairvoyance) and "Second Sight" (which acted as telepathy)

After reading all of that, I want you to try to draw some connections, dots, and patterns out of that mess. It all seems disconnected, but it's not. The Jedi Mind Trick, Sith Mind Probe, and Chiss Second Sight were all pretty similar, albeit with notable differences. Force Choke and Telekinesis share roots in the same ability, just focused differently. Healing and raising the dead could be considered similar (although that particular one is a stretch). And it's worth noting both the Jedi and the Chiss cultivated Clairvoyance in their cultures (a feature that even the Nightsisters and Sith take advantage of, even if they don't strictly speaking specialize in it)

Each faction takes on the same Living Force, and has their own system to what is essentially the same set of core abilities. Each expands on it differently. The Nightsisters and Chiss are pretty excluded, and the Chiss especially don't fully understand the Force, so neither of their cultures have incredible potency in the Force, not compared to the Jedi and Sith with thousands of years of history spread across the entire galaxy. What does this tell me?

The Force is an extension of the one who uses it. That is the ONLY restriction

Let's use Cal Kestis as an example. We see flashbacks of him getting training in various Jedi techniques: Force Push/Pull, Force Jump, using the Force to wall-run (Force Agility), but we never see him use Force Slow...or any Jedi use Force Slow, really, until Order 66 happens and Jaro Tapal is wounded. Only then does Cal unleash a burst of Force energy to freeze the clones and buy him and his master a chance to escape, and we know Cal doesn't use it again until Prauf begins falling to his death. Force Slow is Cal's signature move because Cal needed it. He unleashed the Force as an ability that worked for him and his needs, an ability that connected with who he was as a person and who he needed to become in the future

That explains why the Chiss only have clairvoyance and telepathy. They don't have need for all these fancy powers, they simply have a need for information. And their only two Force abilities are centered around information. The Nightsisters practice a form of magick that is honestly more powerful than any other culture's Force usage because they believe it to be a system greater than the universe, so the Force manifests as something capable of shaping the world around them. The Sith teach emotion, and their abilities are the result of letting one's emotions take control: violent outbursts of lightning, twisting the minds of others, and taking life. The Jedi teach peace and defense, and their most iconic ability is literally the ability to shove powerful enemies backwards without physical contact

The Force is what you shape it to be. It listens, it allows the user to guide it just as it guides those within the galaxy towards their eventual fates. So how do you manipulate the Force?

By manipulating midi-chlorians. Tiny, microscopic organisms that possess a direct connection to the Force, unlike any other species in existence. The higher your midi-chlorian count (number of the little critters inside of you), the stronger your own connection to the Living Force is. Think of it this way: you are a region, and the more building (midi-chlorians) are within your region, the more activity you are going to see

Beyond that impossible barrier, however, it's worth noting that all you really need is to know what you need, and what you believe about the Force

This has been a Clock Talk with your favorite Clock, and no I am not running for US President in 2024, sorry folks :D

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 90

Nord VPN again ... so what this -- ah, I see ... Sam, you chaos gremlin ... yes, that's right, Samuel, you can't mess with these people ... Marisha: "I don't trust you, you piece of shit." Nor should you ...

Laura pronouncing EU as "ew" and Liam not quite getting it ... XD

Oh, so does this mean they really ARE splitting up for this part? Oof ... you know you're not supposed to DO THAT ...

Roll for which group goes first? Hmmm ... the bombers first, then ... okay ...

Ira you creepy fucker I swear I don't trust you as far as I can throw you ...

So ... it's a familiar familiarity then, Matthew?

Ashley sleight of hand Nat20? Awww ... and apparently she may just have given that old beggar a small fortune round here ...

The objective of the plan ... hmmm ... meanwhile it seems FCG may be grating on Ira's nerve some ...

Barking? Really? Probably not good ...

Perception check time ... hmmmm ... fancy insect skull ... viculch? Okay ... these things are MASSIVE ...

Oh crap ... Gloamglut? The fay dragon? Not a good sign ... Fearne's dad's close, clearly ...

Over to the other group? Okay ...

Sprawlgrotto? That is impossibly difficult to say, clearly ...

What to roll? Crap ...

Invisible shenanigans ... yup ...

Wow ... Marisha rolled SO SHIT for having advantage ... thank the gods for those Nat20s ...

Lots of myceit ... harvesting fungi? That's not, like, weirdly existentially odd for them?

Seriously, was Matt reading too much Dungeon Meshi when he came up with this stretch of the campaign?

Scry ball is pretty close now ... but still not EXACTLY where they're going ... O.O

Music? Interesting ... whoa! Street busking! Cool! A didgeridoo? Awesome ...

No way to know if they're under any casual observation ...

Awwwwww ... the twinsies continue to be so cute together ... :3

Con save for Chetney's flatulence ...

Okay, so ... are they close to their destination or what?

That is one HEAVILY GUARDED entrance ... any other ways in?

Awwww ... flirty witch girlfriend shenanigans ... I love them ... :3

Wow ... Matt's sexy pre campaign days on a t-shirt ... well done, Sam ... LOL

Already halfway though their invisibility? Not good ...

Whoa ... are they in the mad god's brain? Is this like Knowhere? Laura, your brain worries me sometimes ...

Ashley, what are you doing with that hood? :3

"Passing miners"? Congrats on dodging the Galaxy Quest ref there guys ...

So they're on high alert, then ... hmmmm ...

Uh-oh ... incoming ... and they're zeroing in on Ira ... great ...

"A dark armoured figure"? Crap ... shit! Zathuda? Balls ...

Weird ass Predator looking Hulk mofo ...

Sunder Lord? Interesting ... wait, so this might be the Sunder KING? Okay ... so this is Cruth, then ... the Reiloran big bad himself ...

Bollocks ... have then been sniffed out?

Everybody knows you don't give dogs chocolate! Even freaky alien ones!

Speak With Animals? Hmmmm ...

Oh for the love of the gods Sam, not again ... ewww ... and it's WET?!!! Come on Riegel!

Fearne is clearly DETERMINED for this thing to just be a GOOD BOY isn't she? I really DON'T think this is gonna work, Fearne!

I don't think that griffon meat's gonna work out, Ashton. It's WAY too old ...

Speak With Animals AND Command on the thing? Good luck with that, Letters ... or Fast Friends? Hmmm ... wow ... hope this is a good choice ... yeah, he Commands it to "GIT!!!!" And it works? Blimey ...

Wow, that was bloody close ... phew ...

HOLY FUCK did Ira just pull a Jedi mind trick on that guy? O.O

Flip flop, back and forth ... here we go ...

Cupped? Hmmm ... is that an "underboob" joke, perchance?

Yeah, I mean ... SURELY the rope itself would be invisible too since it was covered by the same spell ...

Spiderclimb PLUS Invisibility ... okay, here we go, then ...

Not NOTHER shite roll? Two 2s? Balls ... Marisha, WHY?!!!

Wow ... this has gone all kinds of Abbott & Costello ... oh thank the gods FINALLY a good roll ...

This plan keeps getting more and more convoluted and I love it ... LOL ...the stink of desperation is STRONG now ...

"Matt: "You're Batman-ing this! Like Adam West!" XD

I cannot believe that actually worked ... or did it? O.O

Oh yeah, OF COURSE they got spotted. That WAS a massive fuckup ...

Phew ... that was like SCARY close ... and NOW he checks for traps? Oof ... at least they're in ... so what now?

Aha! So Chetney could follow her scent? Cool ... oh WHAT?!!! A Cytaa? Is that HER Cytaa? Okay then ... Gona? Cute ... So yeah, this could work, then ...

Awww ... yeah, let her hide in Laudna's birdhous backpack! Yeah! Oh yeah ... yeah, better on their shoulders, rather than in there with Pate ... O.O

Time running out for Orym's Invisibility ... great ...

Back to the bombers, again ...

A new wall ... a "BLAST WALL?" Oh, that can't be good ...

Oh, so this is going to be a PROBLEM for them going forward?

Passwall? With the Staff? Would that actually WORK?

This shit is FIFTEEN FEET THICK?!!! Bloody hell ...

Oh, an Illusory spell? Yeah, that's best ... nice one, Ira. And now he's making will-o-the-wisp lights too ... FCG: "I don't know why I bother."

Some kind of seriously ugly drilling machine ... that thing is just NASTY ... 3 Reilorans and a Hulk? Hmmmm ... potentially risky ... is this gonna be a problem?

Oh, so THIS is gonna be the bombsite? Hmmmm ... good point, though ... they definitely need to deal with these guys too ... ah, so we're DEFINITELY doing this then ...

SIX big bombs ... of course ... why am I not surprised?

Time to fight, then ... AND THAT'S when we take a break? Of course it is ...

And we're back ... with the OTHERS again ... yeah, not really surprised ...

Chetney wolfs out in the dumbest possible way and I love it ... XD ... and somebody's coming ... great timing ...

"Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinstoooonnnn ..." Yup ... way to creep Matt out, Travis ... XD

Now Matt's doing secret sneaky DM stuff ... O.O ... oh dear ...

Balls ... GUARDS ... and they're like TOTALLY blocking the way ... how to get through? Wait ... Chetney's going to use his TOYS to do this? How?

Wow ... the Master Toymaker did BEAUTIFULLY there ... way to go, Chet! And now they're through ... sweet!

Grim Psychometry ... ON THE CRYSTAL?!!! Really, Chet? This sounds like SUCH bad idea ...

Aha, so they're like ... Reiloran SCIENTISTS, then? Hmmm ...

Ah, so THIS is the Bay? OKay then ...

Organs? BABY organs? Eep ... O.O ... in general this is all REALLY CREEPY ...

Oh dear gods what the fuck is THAT THING?

Hunter's Bane? Yeah, do it, Chet ... no hits ... phew ...

A fucking JUDICATOR is being autopsied? Holy fuck ...

Ah ... so that's who they're looking for ... and she's IN THE VAT!!! Great ... still alive, but ... yeah, this is clearly pretty bad ...

And we're back in the dig ... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

CHARM!!! Yup ... and it WORKS!!! OKay ... oh, not on IRA though ... jump in front of him? Fearne, honey ... wow, I can't believe that worked ...

Okay, thats ONE down without a fight ...

Wow ... Ashton is, like, REALLY bad at Deception ... O.O

Wow ... Ira just set the timer while THIS SHIT'S going on ... oh fuck ... this is all going south SO FAST ...

Three minutes = one minute of game play ... oh boy ... rush it, guys!

Oh, so Ira is going to ABANDON ASHTON? Wow .., oh, no, THAT'S more like it ... the Juggernaut is now a SNAIL ... nice ...

And now they're running ... and having a jolly little convo while they're at it ...

BOOM ...

Dimension Door to the surface just as the bombs go off? Phew ... and now eveything is just CHAOS ... Fearne is FALLING!!! Shit! Oh, NICE SAVE, Ira! And now they're just BOOKING IT!!!

Fuck, this is gone all kinds of fucked ... wait, he wants to UNROLL THE HOLE, put Letters in it, roll it up again with him in it, and then RUN AWAY with it? That is one hell of a Hail Mary ... roll for Dexterity, then ... so that just HALVES THE DAMAGE ... oof ... and now he has to do a STRENGTH CHECK to see if he can HOLD ONTO THE HOLE?!!! Oh my fucking gods ... if this tanks they lose the Hole forever ... 16? Wow ...

That's a lot of dice for damage ... that is NEVER a good sign ... even half of THIS is gonna hurt ... and now he's SMILING ... 158 points of Force Damage? Holy shit ... even halved, that's stil 79 points each ... ouch ...

But at least they still have the Hole ...

And now 25 points of BLUDGEONING damage each ... oh boy ... is it over, at leaat?

Oh bollocks ... that FUCKING DRAGON again ...

Oh for fuck's sake ... flip flop AGAIN?

And the blast shakes the whole place EVEN HERE ... more chaos ... and the vat is CRACKED! Okay ... Orym goes for it, meanwhile Chetney just shouts out for an evacuation ... so that leaves just the Mystic AND the Shrike ... hmmm ...

Battlemap? Aha ... cue Wizzkids plug ...

Unsettling Presence? Cool ...

Invisibility definitely really helps with Stealth checks ...

Getting ready for a scrap ... and a timed attack ... okay, then ...

A SIXTH LEVEL Psychic Lance? Bloody hell, Imogen ... and now the Mystic is Incapacitated ... nice ... 29 points of SPsychi damage!

Orym Hexes the Mystic and goes for an attack ... it hits! Oh yeah, he is gonna FUCK THIS GUY UP ... 18 points! Action Surge! Yeah ... oh yeah, he just MURDERS that guy ... holy fuck ... and now he's going for the Shrike instead ... holy shit, tiny Battle Master is a BADASS ...

Laudna Banes the Shrike, then Chetney casts Blood Curse of Binding on it ... oh, the new Scythe! Sweet ... and it hits! 19 for the first hit, 17 damage for the second! Wow ...

And NOW it's time to roll Inititative ...

Nuts ... the Shrike's up first ... and it smashes the glass tank with the ... THING in it ...

Some kind of giant BUG ... OH MY FUCKING GODS what the hell IS THAT THING?!!!

Laura asks them to hold for a moment ... cue several folk singing Girl From Ipanema ... XD ... oh, sounds like a Hail Mary ... Synaptic Static? Whoa ... so that's both the Shrike AND that bug beast ... 25 points of Psychic damage each ... and it fucks 'em up for fighting, too ... PINK LIGHTNING? Awww ... that's cute! :3

Chetney casts Blood Curse of Bloated Agony on the beasty, then attacks with his Scythe ... and CRITS!!! Nice ... Double damage means 25 on each of the two hits! Yeah ... and then his scythe SHATTERS right away? Fuck ... unbelievable ... he just GOT THAT!!!

Orym jumps on the still prone Shrike and attacks again ... 10 damage, then 15 on the second, 13 on the third ... and he gets the HDYWTDT! Yeah ... ANOTHER murder!

Laudna skitters across the ceiling over it and casts Blight on the vidulch ... 8D8 of Necrotic damage? Nice ... 25 altogether? Pretty sweet ... then she Quickens and hits it with an Eldritch Blast ... first misses, but the next two hit! Yeah ...

The beasty's turn and it's GETTING UP ... oh this is UGLY ... but it's also HURT ... okay ... IT CAN MULTI-ATTACK?!!! I'm sorry? Oh yeah, this thing is just unleashing a big can of whoopass on EVERYBODY, innit? Wait, AND it has Corroding Spit? Seriously? Come ON Matthew! But apparently because it wasn't "done", it is also falling apart with each turn ...

Imogen blasts a Lightning Bolt right through it ... at 4TH LEVEL?!!! Wow ... 23 points of damage! Just send those dice to dice jail, Laura! She Quickens, then casts Shocking Grasp on it ... 21 more points! Yeah ...

CHetney RIPS HIS OWN EARS OFF to reveal flames as he casts Crimson Rite! Okay ... 26 points of damage, plus another 16 from the Rite ... HDYWTDT!!! Yes! He just tears the vidulch CLEAN OPEN and it just spills itself out all over him ... charming ... oh for the love of ... DON'T EAT THAT, Chet!

They break the vat open and release their intended rescuee ... yeah, get to healing, guys! So Evoroa is free, and awake, but definitely still HURT ...

Oh yeah, grab the Aeorian tech thingy, yeah ... into the Bag of Holding with it! And some fetus bottles for Laudna ... lovely ...

Oh wow ... so they just put the white hot masks DIRECTLY onto the Judicators' faces, huh? Charming ...

Checking in with the others ... back at the bomb site, then ...

Oh yeah, I would say that blast was a RESOUNDING success ... meanwhile Letters and Ashton are just DEAFENED right now ... great ... Fearn tries to getto them both now ...

Oh thank fuck they're back together again ...

Fuck ... the Red Glow? Not good ... and here comes the SCREAM!!! Fuck ... whatever that was it wasn't GOOD ...

Yeah, better beat a hasty retreat ...

Another explosion ... a PINK explosion? Great ... oh yeah, that was DEFINITELY LIliana ... and she's STILL ALIVE ...

Backtracking out through the builsing in a hurry ... thank fuck for Invisibility ... yeah, they BARELY make it out ...

Crap ... soldiers, just EVERYWHERE ... try another route, then ... yes, UP not down ... good thing for all the chaos, clearly ...

Boot the door! Yeah, here we go ... young half-elf? Hmmm ... just keep going! Yeah, balcony! Go! Oh ... well THAT'S a long way down ...

So apparently the scream was Liliana ... oof ...

DOWN!!! QUICK!!!

Phew ... they manage to make their escape into the city ...

Liliana (psychically): "Did she KNOW?!!!" Matt: "And THAT'S where we're gonna call it a night!" Cue CHAOS from the party ...

Fuck ... another exhausting session ...

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

I got to work at 8:30. At 9:00 some old man came to the door and insisted that someone called him to let him know his room is ready to move into. That's a bold faced lie. I'm the only employee here and haven't called anyone, and the person who was in the room last night hasn't even checked out yet! They don't need to check out until 10, and chsnces are they won't be gone until 10:30, at which point the maid needs to clean the room anf reset everything. We tell every customer that check in starts at 4pm because we have no idea when the maids will be done with all their rooms. Some get done super early, others get done super late, it all depends on when the people check out and in what order. I don't think there's a single motel in America that will let you check in at 9 in the morning. But this old man continued to lie through his teeth when I asked him what phone number called him to let him know about his room. Suddenly his story changed, and what actually happened was someone last night told him in person that the room would be ready at 10, maybe even earlier. That's even less believable because the only person here last night was my boss who has owned the place for decades, and she would NEVER tell someone that. That's not our policy. Never has been. This guy really thought he could pull a Jedi mind trick on me, like I wouldn't be able to tell he's full of shit. So he hit me with the classic tourist complaint, "what am I supposed to do now?" Don't know, don't care. You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here. Your room will be ready this afternoon, and if you don't like it then you shouldn't have booked your tropical vacation on such short notice. It's not my problem. Feel free to cancel and book somewhere else if you'd like. Don't let the door hit you on the way out.

[garden-of-infinity]

And maybe I'm being irritating with two asks, lol, but I'd love to hear about some of your favorite platonic pairings—and if you're so inclined, some headcanons for said pairings! I'm always a sucker for them and never see enough of them, in my humble opinion. love your writing, by the way. Your ideas are lovely and spark inspiration for me, and they're always so fun to read. Even the ones I don't always expect give me another angle to look at things from, and it's all around a very, very good thing. 💖

You're not being irritating at all! It's always a delight to receive asks from you. And thank you so much! You have no idea how much that means to me. Seriously, thank you. 🖤💖

I have so many platonic pairings I love. It was hard picking who I wanted to include for this, but I decided to go with the ones I have the most ideas for.

The pairings featured blow include Caleb and Zarina, Susie and Joey, and Kate and Jeff.

Caleb and Zarina

I've gone through many different ideas of how I wanted them to start off, but the version I'm sticking with for now is this:

It didn't take long for Zarina to piece together that the Deathslinger was the outlaw she had been researching before she was taken by the fog. Ever since she figured it out, she's been trying to get through to him. The few times she tried to reason with him in trials ended… less than ideally. It was like there was some barrier between them that kept her words from reaching him.

She tried confronting him at Glenvale in between trials, but the only answers she gained from that experience was what happens to a survivor when they die outside of a trial. Zarina was so shaken when she awoke back at the campfire that she almost considered calling it quits, but later as she was digging through her belongings in her tent, she rediscovered the wrench she had found in Caleb's cell and it gave her new idea. 

Zarina headed back to Glenvale for one last attempt. This time, when she was face to face with the Deathslinger, she presented him with his lost wrench. He stared at her for a moment before lowering his gun and snatching the tool out of her hand, inspecting it for his father's initials engraved on the handle. When his gaze had once again settled on Zarina, she noticed his eyes had lost their ghostly glow. 

Caleb didn't understand who she was or where she came from. A moment ago, it had been Bayshore standing before him. Zarina theorized that it was the Entity's doing, and at first Caleb was so enraged by the idea that he nearly forced her out of his realm, but then he realized she was right. He'd been conned yet again. 

Caleb was angry, but he wanted answers. He invited Zarina into the saloon to talk and she explained how her research led her to the realm and what she described as the barrier when she had tried to talk to him before. It was the start of their friendship and many of Caleb's disputes with the Entity. 

I think that in order for the Entity's manipulation to work successfully, the killers need to be either emotionally or mentally vulnerable. This makes them more impressionable and therefore easier to control (sorta like jedi mind tricks? Sorrt but that's the only example of what I'm trying to get at that comes to mind rn). Once a killer gains awareness of the Entity's tricks and learns how to defend against them, it becomes a little harder for the Entity to control them. Caleb's mostly free from the Entity's influence thanks to Zarina, but there are rare moments in trials where his anger gets the best of him the Entity is able to regain its control. This has unfortunately put Zarina on the receiving end of his wrath because he didn't realize it was her and not Bayshore he was hunting. (I have SO MUCH angst in store for them)

They agreed not to let their friendship interfere with trials, but that doesn't mean Caleb feels any less guilty when he spears her or has to hook her. And it doesn't mean Zarina doesn't worry for him when she can tell his leg is giving him trouble and he keeps missing his shots because it's slowing him down. 

These two love to bicker back and forth. They have their own nicknames for each other they like to throw out, too. Zarina frequently calls him "old timer," to which Caleb is quick to quip back with one of the names he keeps in rotation. (Jackass, numbskull, and dimwit are along the lines of what he'd call her)

Caleb asks her a lot about modern day technology and how much the world's changed since he left. The first thing he ever asked about had been her equipment. Zarina was delighted to show him her camera and recorder and answer his questions about their inner workings. Those had both been easy to explain given the fact she had an on hand example. Explaining the internet and how it worked, however, was another story. 

If the killers and survivors ever were to escape the realm, I like to think Zarina would help Caleb adjust to the modern world. The mental image of her teaching him to drive and introducing him to the internet is very funny. I imagine she'd drag him into a cafe too, just because she loves them and wants Caleb to have the experience. He'd end up getting whatever she got because he trusts her judgment, but it would end up being waaaay too sweet for his liking.

More about the wrench thing: The wrench holds a lot of symbolism for me. Caleb's wrench was passed on to him by his dad when he was a young boy, so to me it's a symbol of his youthful innocence and his potential as an inventor. He lost that wrench when he was taken by the Entity, quite literally leaving that part of him behind. BUT Zarina finds that wrench when she goes to his old cell and she gives it back to him in the realm, freeing him from the Entity's manipulation. She's the one who brought back that forgotten piece of him and helped to restore his humanity. 

ANYWAYS, enough with my chains of hate ramblings and on with our regularly scheduled program.

Susie and Joey

These hcs come from my friend @s-b20. I've pitched in with ideas here and there because Joey's my favorite Legion member, but she's the Legion Expert™. So huge thanks to her for letting me include them. <3

Susie and Joey were more friends by association than actual friends, but their younger siblings and being a part of the Legion helped bring them closer together.

Joey's little sister was best friends with Susie's brother, so the two knew each other long before the Legion ever came to be. They often ended up chaperoning their siblings' play dates when their parents were too busy to take them.

Susie helped Joey watch his sister and did all the 'girly' things with her when it was just Joey watching her while his mother worked late into the night. She gave Joey's sister a lot of her old toys from her childhood that she just couldn't bear to part with until then.

Frank and Julie weren't too interested in video games, but Susie played with Joey whenever he asked. She was pretty bad at it, but he appreciated how much she tried for him. Maybe he purposefully lost a few times, or maybe it was because his controller "got jammed" as he liked to claim whenever it happened, but seeing the look on Susie's face when she won was well worth losing his winning streak over her.

Joey agreed to teach Susie to play video games if she'd help him with his art. So when she wasn't learning the different combo moves and how to use them, Susie was leading sketching classes with Joey. She patiently worked through the steps with him and showed him the tricks she learned over the years.

Susie found out why Joey wanted to develop his art skills when he shared his ideas for an original video game with her. He opened up about it after she found him working on a design for one of his characters. She received it so well that he started asking her for feedback on his designs and sharing his ideas with her.

Joey was the one who taught Susie how to scale walls when they would do late night vandalism with Frank and Julie.

Joey helped Susie let loose and come out of her shell. He was much more patient with her than Julie or Frank and made sure to not push her too far too fast.

The first time Joey ever stood up to Frank was when he went too far with Susie. He privately confronted Frank after he made a series of comments over criticizing Susie's style and outfits (most of which she had made by hand, upcycling the clothes herself) and told him to knock it off. They came to blows when Frank put in that Susie was being too sensitive (Joey has a strict "talk shit get hit" policy) that ended with Frank getting his ass handed to him and the two of them not speaking for a few days. But when Joey had finally hyped Susie up enough to wear one of her outfits again, Frank's comment on how nice it looked seemed to resolve things.

While Frank and Julie enjoy the chaos of the realm, the fun of it quickly faded for Susie and Joey. Neither of them could believe it when they found themselves missing Ormond. The bland, boring everyday life of home seemed like paradise compared to the hell they found themselves trapped in.

They're each other's confidants in the realm. Both of them harbor the same resentment towards Frank for being trapped in the Entity's realm (they realize they played their part as well, but it's easier to hate him than have to reflect on their own actions). It's a frequent topic in their venting sessions, as well as their regrets over how things played out and everything they took for granted back home.

Me and her are super excited for the upcoming Legion comcis! I might end up adding onto these in a other post with more hcs later once we've read them. (BHVR PLEASE LET US KNOW JOEY'S LAST NAME I BEG)

Kate and Jeff

Their desire to help their fellow survivors is what brought Kate and Jeff together. They coordinate all kinds of activities outside of trials like story nights, impromptu concerts, and painting classes to help take everyone's minds off the stress of the realm.

Although they have opposing tastes, they both share a deep passion for music and love sharing songs with each other. They could talk about their lyrical interpretations of their favorite songs for hours.

In addition to music, they both love tattoos! They've shown off their tattoos to each other and explained the meanings behind them (which vary from sentimental value to aesthetic reasons, or, in one of Jeff's cases, losing a bet). Jeff's been working on the designs for the matching ones they plan to get when they make it out of the realm.

Kate still writes songs during her free time between trials. Some of her newer ones have taken on a darker tone as she writes to help process her experiences in the realm, and others carry a sense of nostalgia as she reflects on the life she left behind, but hope is still a recurring theme in most of her lyrics. When she needs help finishing a song, she'll pitch it to Jeff and they'll bounce ideas off of each other until Kate's finished composing. (Her darker themed songs stay private. Not even Jeff has heard or read them).

While they're a shining beacon of hope among the survivors, it would be a lie to say that their light doesn't flicker from time to time. When they find their own hope is running low or the pressure of keeping the teams' spirits high becomes too much, that's when they turn to each other for comfort. They're all each other has since they feel compelled to put on a strong face for everyone else.

Kate promised Jeff that when they get out of the realm she would commission him to do the cover art of her next album.

[theramblinghockeydude]

Can I really trick my mind?

Why do we think we can trick our minds into believing something else from the reality of what we actually think and feel? I get trying it out once or twice to see if it works out, but when we realize that we are only fooling ourselves believing that we can perform some sort of Jedi mind trick on ourselves, why do we continually keep trying? I feel like our brains keep playing the role of Jabba the Hut, "your Jedi mind tricks will not work on me" and we are the stubborn Luke..."yes they will if I keep trying harder." I don't think we can ever have a true harmonious relationship with our own mind if we continue to try to trick it. I mean, if somebody continually tries to trick me I tire of it quickly and soon try to avoid that person. Maybe that is where some of the anxiety I feel sometimes for no reason at all comes from, it is my mind getting even with me for trying to trick it.

Why am I pondering this on a Monday morning? Well, as we know by now I am fascinated by how the human mind works and what truly makes us tick. I also find myself continually, to this day, trying to trick my mind. I follow a ND photography group on facebook because I feel like, if I can't get out there on my own, I can at least live through others. I try to trick my mind into believing that I am ok with that, but no matter how much "Luke Skywalkering" I do, I still want to be out there capturing cool storm clouds, rainbows, sunsets and wildlife. Maybe someday I will at least be able to go out for drives with my sister and take pictures from the car, that is something that could maybe happen. The one that really sucks is rock hunting. I follow a ND rock hounding group on facebook as well, and if I am honest, I really miss being able to get out and rock hound. What complicates that one more is that I am fairly sure, baring a miracle, that I will never rock hunt again. The terrain and time on your feet that you need to put in, I am just not seeing my situation improving to that point. So, I have to find a way to make ok with that, and trying to trick my mind into believing that I don't care that I can't do it is not the solution, simply does not work. Maybe the trick is to simply allow myself to miss it and eventually, as with any loss in life, it will slowly fade.