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movie so good it’s got you drawing again.

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Card art for Star Wars Unlimited

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If Obi-Wan had actually stayed on Mandalore with Satine after the Civil War and left the Jedi Order, it would've made The Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones peak comedy.

Like, Qui-Gon would still be sent to Naboo and end up on Tatooine, he'd still meet Anakin and take him back to the Temple. But, in this AU, he survives the battle on Theed and takes Anakin as his padawan. And the entire Order would be making jokes:

"Congrats on the new padawan! Hope he sticks around longer than the last one!" "We'll keep this one off the bodyguard missions, eh Qui-Gon?"

So one day little Anakin’s like "hey master, what happened to your last padawan?" And Qui-Gon's like "oh he ran off with a girl, yeah he's royalty in the Outer Rim now".

And it's all fine and dandy until Anakin’s nineteen and they get assigned to protect Padmé, and Qui-Gon takes one look at this kid's face and thinks "You've got to be fucking kidding me, this shit again??"

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jaster mereel: *time travelled* so . . . you're the mand'alor? din djarin: no. jaster mereel: but . . . you hold the darksaber din djarin: yes jaster mereel: and . . . you have a beskar spear, armor, a clan, an armorer and the backing of . . . our entire people din djarin: *eyes narrowing* who told you that? jaster mereel: my grandson din djarin: *under his breath* boba, i'm going to kill you

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- 💚❤️💙 -

This started off as a test because I wanted to figure out how I could paint stormlight and stained glass for another piece for them…

I spent so much time on it by now, it feels like a waste not to post it.

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being in wheel of time tumblr book club for the last two years has made it really clear to me that everybody on here has one most special little blorbo who we all draw little mental hearts around and are obsessed with to an unreasonable degree even though they are usually little more than a name on a page. mine is latra posae decume

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obsessed with the idea that outsiders (specifically the JL) hear whispers of Red Hood, and strapping themselves in for Batman to have another rogue on his hands, preparing for the sour mood and curt responses, and it just never happens??

there's talk about Red Hood becoming a force to be reckoned with and how he's gonna be less than easy to handle, but after word spread there was just nothing.

Flash asks Batman and he just grunts out 'its handled' and no one brings it up again.

Everyone is unsettled and slightly worried until an attack relatively close to Gotham has the Bats rolling up, right behind them is the infamous red helmet and an undeniable bat painted on his chest.

the JL comms explode into yelling

Batman mutes his earpiece

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Chenford Fanfic Recommendations:

Fanfics that feel like canon episodes:

hold me in harms way, baby by elevenhurricanes (one-shot, complete)

Amnesia Fanfics:

All That We Were by Kayla1 (this is a WIP but the author updates regularly, it’s currently my favorite fanfic, it’s so beautifully written).

Unforgettable by magnoliamica (complete)

Soulmate AU’s:

Inevitable by MeadowWard (complete)

Inevitable: Suddenly, Finally by MeadowWard (From Tim's point of view and sadly unfinished)

I Feel You (No Matter What) by jennahbennah (complete)

Every Morning Got a Hollow Where My Heart Goes by randomlittleimp (complete)

Canon-Divergent AU’s:

T.O. Bradford’s Guide to Advanced Training by chenbegins (complete)

Come a Little Closer by poppypickle (complete)

a great honor to hold you up by fromiftowhen (one-shot, complete)

Anchored in You by Kayla1 (WIP but the author updated regularly and this is one of my all time favorites).

Canon missing scenes:

The (E-rated) spaces in between by adina_rachelle (complete)

The spaces in between by adina_rachelle (complete)

Season 5 | Missing Chenford Moments by TheChandom (complete)

**More to be updated later, I’m just really sick right now and wanted to get my favorites out there**

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Dick Tim Damian and Jason getting carried away during an all out sibling argument that breaks out during a public gala and they forget they have an audience to the point where Damian starts spitting his ‘i am the blood son of Bruce Wayne you have nothing on me you imbeciles’ and without thinking Jason responds with ‘yeah you’re the son of Brucie Wayne all right but you forget I’m the son of fucking BATMAN and i have been since before you were even fucking PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE’

Damian: I AM THE BLOOD CHILD OF BRUCE WAYNE YOU PATHETIC CREATURE

Jason, fully about to fist fight his little brother in front of these shrimp platters: AND I’M THE SON OF BATMAN, WHILE YOU WERE TAUGHT HOW TO SIP CHAMPAGNE AND FALL INTO FOUNTAINS I WAS TAUGHT HOW TO THROW HANDS NOW FUCKING SQUARE UP CHILD

Dick, eyeing the now silent ballroom: uh, guys-

Tim, vibrating with excitement at the prospect of watching Damian get a ceramic plate to the face: don’t you fucking dare stop them

lacking context, Gotham is now under the impression that Jason Todd was not, in fact, a random street kid taken under Bruce’s wing, and is rather the biological son of Batman, who for some reason got his good friend Bruce Wayne to become the kid’s guardian, presumably to protect him from the life of crime he is leading. it also fuels the ‘Bruce Wayne is dating Batman’ rumours an almost impossible amount.

Another unforeseen consequence is that since it is common knowledge that the batkid vigilantes are most likely Batman’s children too, civilian Jason Todd is now considered to be the adopted brother of Tim, Damian, and Dick, and the biological brother of Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Robin.

Jason is asked who his favourite sibling is.

‘ok they all suck apart from Hood. he’s such a nice man. used to take me ice skating.’

the family hate him.

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So.... Seth got what was coming to him? I hate the way he was looking at Lucy like how could you do this to me. I'm like bro, she gave you chances to stop lying but you failed to do it. I love that in that final confrontation she just stared at him and grey did the talking. Grey was not about to let Seth get away with lying again. Like, if your cancer is really back, take the blood test. Cause you've got nothing to hide. But it's not back. And Lucy is done giving you grace

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Stormlight AU 17B Part Two

Continued from Here

Kaladin takes the honorblade because Syl insists it’s too dangerous to leave, collapses on the way back because holy shit exhaustion and injuries and also it's draining his stormlight a bit.

(There’s some interference between Syl Bond/ Honorblade Bond that takes time to sort out.)

When the storm starts dying, Kaladin and Szeth are found laid out like a Rosharan Renaissance painting.

Kaladin’s sprawled on the palace steps, still clutching the blade. There’s probably a single beam of light streaming down from a break in the clouds, illuminating Kaladin’s artistically devastated and storm soaked body with golden light, because of course there is.

The Assassin in White has dagger wounds in his heart and throat. Wounds from a darkeyes weapon. A LOT of witnesses to that messy aftermath because people are too freaked out to move either of them until Dalinar comes downstairs

When Kaladin wakes up he's injured. Syl isn’t answering. He’s surrounded by lighteyes and a handful of his men. The shardblade is on a pedestal.

Unfortunately this hits right in the incredibly specific trauma.

Adolin wasn't exactly sure what he imagined would happen when the bridgeman woke. No, that wasn't true. Over the last two days vigil, he had had plenty of time to think.

A haughty sneer, maybe. Or maybe a victorious smile, gloryspren, stormfather knew he deserved glory. More likely shock, surprise at even being alive — his body must have been devastated, he couldn't have expected the blade to heal him after he won, could he? A suspicious part of him had considered the idea of an attack, some form of betrayal, but not...

Whatever this was.

Prince Adolin Kholin stood in full shardplate watching bridgeboy — bridgeman — the Captain who killed the Kingkiller, face him down. Kaladin stood in a corner, one hand outstretched towards Adolin, wielding a scalpel like a dagger.

That arm was the only part of him that wasn’t shaking.

His eyes were feral, terrified. Storms, he had seen the man tackle the Assassin in White out a fifty foot drop with less fear. Shudders wracked his body. His other arm was gripping the one armed Hardashian that had been tending him, pushing him behind, protecting him.

Protecting him from Adolin.

Adolin took a hesitant step forward, hands held placatingly in front of him, feeling abnormally overly large and clumsy in his shardplate, like a chull, or a chasmfiend.

Captain Stormblessed finally spoke. "No," he said.

No, he didn't just say it, he begged. Adolins jaw dropped with shock. Before that moment, he would have laughed at anyone who claimed that the proud man could lower himself to plead like that. It felt...wrong.

"No," he said again, and almighty, were those tears in his eyes?

"Just let my men go. They won't say anything. I won't say anything. I don't want it. You can have it. I don't want it. Don't hurt my men. Please."

He was babbling. The proudest, most taciturn man on Roshar was babbling, pleading. Fearspren writhed sickly around his chest.

Adolin felt sick. He...must have been wounded in the head. That would be the most singularly cruel injury he could imagine. Worse than rotspren taking a hale warrior.

He glanced helplessly at his father, but he looked just as disturbed as Adolin felt.

Or — could the blade be doing this? It was impossible to miss the way it glowed, pulsing in time with the bridgemans gasps for air. Could it be cursed? Granting power, somehow healing a shardtaken arm, a body shattered from falling, but stealing the mind of the man who bore it?

"It's alright gancho," the hardassian said softly. "The fights over, eh? You can put it down, see, we're all friends here?"

"You have to run Hab," Stormblessed whispered, audible in the too still room. "It's a trap. They're going to..." he was barely able to stay on his feet, but he pushed at the smaller man, making sure to stay in between the Kholins and the uncertain bridge four guards.

More fearspren choked the air. Stone faces too — almighty above agonyspren too? Those hadn't even shone up when light had flooded to his shardtaken feet, and that couldn't have been comfortable.

The hardassian frowned. "Gancho, I'm getting the feeling you ain't completely with me. Surely you remember the Lopen? One armed hardassian? Irresistible to women? Your favorite wall decor?"

The Captain didn't seem to hear him, eyes glassy and unfocused. "No," he whimpered, looking at Adolin and Dalinar. "They're not a threat." He pushed the Herdassian further back. "I don't want the blade."

Adolin was glad his helmet was off, because he was pretty sure he was going to puke. This wasn't...he had tried sometimes, to put the darkeyed Captain in his place but storms...it wasn't right. The memory of his own behavior made him sick. Did the Captain really think so badly of him? That he would kill to steal the blade? Or was it just the delirium?

"It's alright Kaladin," one of the guards — Moash said, stepping forward. "It's not going to happen again. Bridge four is guarding the hall, just a shout away."

He glared at Adolin. Storms. Their entire guard thought that little of them?

Kaladin shook his head in Moash's direction, tears falling freely now. "We cant take them all, Coreb," he rasped. "We — you — you have to run."

His father finally spoke. "It's alright Soldier. I'm not Amaram. You're not there. You're safe. You're a hero."

Adolin and Kaladin stared in confusion.

Amaram? What in Damnation?

"I —" Stormblessed's voice cracked.

Father looked... hollowed out. He took a deep breath, then stepped toward the pedestal that held the sword. Moash, incredibly, lowered his spear at him.

Kelek's breath, Adolin knew that his men were loyal to their captain, but...stormfather.

Dalinar ignored him, lifting the sword, cloth wrapping the hilt, stepping forward.

Stormblessed's whole body was shaking now, scalpel barely staying in his grip. Still, Adolin barely restrained himself from stepping up to protect his father. On one hand, he could hardly imagine Stormblessed in a less threatening state. On the other hand, the Assassin in White might have thought the same.

Kaladin pushed Moash back, eyes fixed on Dalinar's approach.

"I am not Amaram," he repeated. "You know that soldier. Do you remember our conversation, after I exchanged the shardblade for you and your men?"

The captain blinked, scalpel still brandished in warning.

“What is a man’s life worth?” Dalinar asked, calmly stepping forward.

“The slavemasters say one is worth about two emerald broams,” Kaladin mumbled, frowning.

 “And what do you say?”

“A life is priceless,” he said immediately, blinking hard.

Dalinar smiled, then knelt down holding the blade in front of him, still not touching the hilt directly. Moash sucked in a shocked breath, and Adolin couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment.

“Coincidentally,” his father said. “That is the exact value of a Shardblade. Two days ago, you saved the four lives I hold most precious in this world, not to mention countless other priceless lives across Roshar. There is no treasure great enough to serve as payment for such a deed. If, as a start, you would be willing to accept what you have already earned, I would consider it a bargain.” He extended the sword, holding it perpendicular to them both.

“I…” Stormblessed blinked down at Dalinar in confusion. “Sir…?” 

The scalpel slipped through his fingers and landed on the floor with a clatter. Adolin exhaled in relief. I mean, the man could probably  do unreasonable amounts of damage with his bare hands but — still. One less thing to worry about.

The man blinked harder, eventually turning away from the blade to look at Moash.

"Syl," he said fervently. "Something's happened to Syl."

The lieutenant's eyes widened — he clearly recognized the name. Did bridgeboy have a girlfriend?

"It's alright Kal," he said soothingly. "Syl's tough, right? She always comes back."

"She always comes back," bridgeboy said, squeezing his eyes shut and swaying on his feet. Moash and the little Herdasian both moved quickly to steady him. "She has to come back," he whispered.

Dalinar rose smoothly, stepping back. "Perhaps it would be wise to allow the Captain more time to rest before discussing anything further."

"Of course brightlord," Moash said, nodding respectfully, as if he hadn't leveled a storming spear at his Highprince minutes ago. "Come on Kal." The three started moving slowly back to the bed.

Perhaps they were all going to pretend the last ten minutes hadn't happened. That seemed like a good plan to Adolin right now.

Upside of all this, Dalinar is pretty convinced about the Amaram accusation.

Funny conversation with Zahel because yeah fair enough you didn't need shardblade training but also because of that you definitely need shardblade training

REALLY funny conversation with Shallan because the boot stealing incident already happened, Kaladin's getting feasts and parades, and she's like oh. oh i done goofed.

Don't worry Syl's fine, it's just a tight fit until Kaladin's soul adjusts. She maybe even gets a nebulously defined sick power boost (ability to hold honorblade in physical realm perhaps?!?)

Kaladin gets ordered to go master his new powers and is just like. Ok. But i'm doing it because i want to, not because you told me to.

comes back a day later like Ok I can stick rocks together wahoo.

Comes back three days later like "I CAN FLY!! GUYS, GUYS I CAN STORMING FLY!!" it is the first time any lighteyes in camp have seen him smile and might cause several minor sexual crises

Learning to fly and getting to joyfully share it with bridge four right away because why not :)

Happily swapping the blade around bridge four giving a bunch of lighteyes aneurysms, though Syl insists on always taking it back after a bit because she's maybe sort of also bonded with it and its uncomfortable for it to go too far for too long

Incredibly resistant of new titles/lands. It becomes a thing.

Whitespine Uncaged except its like, 20 guys because it's a desperate trap for Kaladin specifically, trying to get him before he masters the honorblade and becomes the Blackthorn's unbeatable champion and the rest of the world get washed away in a river of blood.

...People are kindof freaking out about the blackthorn having a personal magic assassin

Adolin gets a little more beat to shit but they still manage to wreck everyone. I think Renarin also gets the honorblade for a hot minute and gets to go to town since this one doesn't scream. Possibly more of bridge four gets involved.

Absolute epic clusterfuck of a duel. 'Duel' is really the wrong word for 20 shardbarers trying desperately to kill a minor demigod and two pissed off kholins.

Dalinar and the King actually end up giving back a bunch of the shardblades and plate after the Kholin win because keeping all of them would be it's own political nightmare

i mean the 'duel' was already a painfully obvious metaphor. it's Kholins v Everyone Else time and the odds are not looking good for the everyone else side.

Kaladin gets his boon and duel with Amaram but of course it doesn't go how he wanted. Was there ever even a best case scenario here?

(Amaram desperately wants to become a radiant)

(Amaram has also accurately judged his likelihood of victory against the OP darkeye who has gotten even more OP since the last time he saw him to be approximately zero)

(Amaram sees the writing on the wall for house Sadeas now that Kholin is on the rise)

Amaram surrenders completely, throwing himself at Kaladin's feet, swearing over his lands and all that he owns, swearing eternal service to Kaladin in repayment for his sins. Kaladin really really really wants to kill him in cold blood but FUCK he's got morals that's like his whole thing

Kaladin: oh god does this mean i have to deal with Amaram all the time now

Dalinar: i mean he's yours to do with what you want. you could lock him away forever without trial.

Kaladin: oh god why is that even an option

Dalinar: ...the more politically expedient thing to do would be to keep him on as an advisor, at least until you get a better grip on his lands

Kaladin: oh GOD

Adolin kills Sadeas so now the other highprinces are REALLY freaking out

Actual radiant status gets hidden by glowing sword clearly giving Magic powers.

Like. The crabcat is out of the bag on the magic and flying but the sword is VERY CLEARLY GLOWING so. Fun sideways reveal.

TREMENDOUS number of assassination attempts because i can not stress this enough — this sword makes you unkillable and also gives you the power to fucking fly.

Oh! Forgot to mention: Shortly after waking up/bonding the blade he attends the meeting with Stormform!Eshonai, still dissociating slightly, because Syl is high on honorblade and extremely attuned to cognitive realm. Ends up helping Eshonai get rid of stormspren and bond her own light spren. End result for plot is this:

Rumors filter out that one of his powers is making people Radiant, so that's definitely adding to people going wild over him/The Blade/Dalinar's weird religious midlife crisis

new uneasy partial detante with Parshendi because at least one of them has superpowers now (thanks for that)

the desolation gets pushed back another year (tbh mostly because I want more time to explore plot device/political fallout of Kaladin being an absolutely overpowered freak amongst normies)

Stormlight AU Masterlist

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*at the Wayne’s for a BBQ*

Jon, pointing at Jason’s chest as he gets out of the pool: woah, how did you get THAT one?

Jason, looking down at his autopsy scar:

Jason: *makes eye contact with Clark behind Jon*

Jason: uh.

Jason: that happened because when I was a kid I refused to go to bed when my dad told me to.

Jon: *gasp*

Jason: yeah… I should have listened. if you stay up too late the… I dunno. the bedtime monster. yeah. if you don’t listen then the bedtime monster attacks you for not sleeping and you get one of these.

Jon, whispering: I had no idea…

Jon, solemnly: thank you for warning me.

Jason: anytime.

Damian, watching Clark slip Jason ten dollars from the other side of the pool: by god, my friend is an idiot.

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maverick with vision loss.

maverick, whose entire life had revolved around flying and his keen senses in the pilot's seat.

maverick, whose entire life has been about going fast, being able to flee, to run away without a second thought.

that maverick.

losing his vision, and part of the independence he clung onto like a shield.

maverick, who, now, can't go anywhere without some sort of assistance.

maverick, who is forced to move slow, forced to rethink his every move.

maverick whose signature raybans are more of a necessity than the plain accessory they used to be.

maverick, who feels betrayed by the body he tried to keep in fighting shape for as long as he possibly could.

he'll adapt - he always does - but parts of him, and not just his sight, will never recover.

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Some things I learned reading the original 1986 Top Gun script (because it was part of my English class and I read that shit like a fanfic at 3am giggling and kicking my feet that it was actually contributing to my career now lmaoooo)

-Pete “Maverick” Mitchell was originally called Evan “Maverick” Mitchell

-Slider was the original one in the O club to have the snarky conversation with Goose and Maverick

-Goose lost a drinking game.

-Goose was making gay jokes with an A7 pilot buddy of his that was unnamed.

-Maverick and Goose both rode to NAS Miramar on the back of Mavericks bike and got pulled over by a CHP on the way there and it was very awkward, Maverick was being a little shit to the cop the entire time (YOU GO BABY)

-Iceman saw him get pulled over and that was his first impression of him.

-At the very end they wrote out an entire scene of just Maverick pushing through the crowd of the flight crew to get to Ice so they could stare intensely at eachother in silence before giggling at eachother.

-VAL KILMER WAS NOT KIDDING WHEN HE SAID THERE WASNT MUCH TO ICEMAN ON PAPER SO HE MADE HIM HIMSELF.

-without Val there would have been no volleyball scene, tooth snapping flirting, goose apology, O club interaction (to the degree they had one, they did talk but it was very briefly), or shirtless locker room scene.

-Hollywood and Wolfman are way gayer in the movie, Wolf flirts with girls 24/7 in the script but in the film he’s attatched to Hollywood at the HIP (we love that for them)

-Goose is constantly being flirted with by random women and has to always bring them back to Maverick to convince them he’s ACTUALLY married. (AND MAVERICKS FUCKING RESPONSE WAS “he’s married but he’s not dead’ LIKE PETE HONEY WHAT??)

-Val made Iceman so gay. I’m putting this one in here twice because it’s worthy.

-THEY DIDNT EVEN HAVE THE SCENE WITH CAROLE IN THE BBQ PLACE IN THE SCRIPT LIKE HONEY WHAT!! THATS MRS GOOSE WERE TALKING ABOUT HERE!! SHAME!

-Goose and Mavs interactions in the script were so funny like why’d they cut so many of themmmm.

-Sundowns callsign was changed to Fungus because of a joke and it stuck.

THATS ALL FOR NOW!!

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Luna: they’re so cute

Wade: why would you even say that?

Luna: because they’re adorable! He clearly loves her so much

Wade: he doesn’t know what love is.

Luna: you do know Lucy is not your actual daughter right? 

Wade:

Wade: im just saying she can do a lot better

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In the future Merlin is knighted:

What if Merlin was knighted in the modern times for his work within historical literature and cultural preservation?

He has several PhDs, amongst Arthurian legends, Medieval history, and Ancient medicine history — most of his work is published under pseudonyms and as “a family legacy” pretending to be his own great grandfather

He’s actually, legally, a Knight. Sir Merlin Hunithson; Lord of Ambrosius Manor and Medows. It’s in his official government paperwork (not that he ever uses those)

Leon won’t stop laughing at him and he hates it whenever he mentioned their status:

“I’m not a real knight, Leon”

“Actually, legally you are. I may be a real knight, but I was knighted 1500 years ago. No one knows that except you — and you’re the one of us who’s officially acknowledged as a knight

Merlin owns land now and his Manor is near the lake of Avalon. He modelled the build after Camelot, but only his best friends knows that. The lake is said to be haunted, but that’s just Freya being a little shit and scaring tourists away

Leon lives with him rent-free. He has a model airplane collection in the garage and hosts annual medieval festivals and jousting tournaments — obviously he wins every year

As a Knight, Merlin is invited to several official and royal dinners and galas throughout the year. Leon is always his plus one

Merlin hates the Windsors (except Diana, she was cool, they met once).

He posts hate-comments on every social media post about them like:

#NotMyKing

#BringBackArthur

Leon comments on every picture of Merlin

#MyKnightInShiningArmour

#MarryMe

When Arthur finally returns he laughs so hard that Merlin pushes him back into the lake

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(after all the Daggers have shipped out to separate assignments after the events of TGM) Maverick(sitting on the kitchen floor, eating straight from a pint of ice cream):… ALL MY BABIES HAVE GONE AWAY AND IT SUCKS! Iceman: Mav - Maverick: They’re all gone and you know the kids always say they’ll call and FaceTime and visit you all the time, but they NEVER DO, Ice! *sobs* It’s always “out of sight, out of mind”, when it comes to the parents…! Iceman: Sweetheart, you do remember they’re not actually our kids, right? Maverick(stops eating, and glares at Ice):…How DARE you… Slider(who’s been there for the whole thing, under his breath to Ice):…I told you you should’ve just gotten him that dog, man… Maverick(sniffs): Hey Slider, can we go for some cheeseburgers? Slider (like he’s consoling a four year old):Of course we can, buddy…!