#( also i hope i did your vaderkin justice even if it was only for a few moments )

[techniiciian]

@stillsolo sent an ask:

technical machine character development meme.

( also tagging @skysaunter , they're both you but still lol )

bubble beam. what’s a fond memory your muse has from their childhood?

none too quiet giggles poured his grinning lips as he, for must have been the hundredth time, spun around in a circle. the very large, very baggy, very not his robes that all but swallowed up his little frame flowed dramatically.

matt paused only then, after the heavy layers had stilled around him, to grin at his reflection. the dark robes normally donned by his gram'pa had been an adventure to acquire, one that required stealth, secrecy, alertness, a lot of dragging of chairs and climbing up drawers, and finally hefting out and donning. but it'd all been well worth it. he only hoped the nanny droid wouldn't be too upset about their temporary disassembly once he put them back together.

after admiring how amazing he looked in his borrowed ( not stolen ) robe, Matt tried to mimic the serious expression and stature his gram'pa often wore when he was doing his emperoring. He widened his stance, the big boots swallowing up most of his legs, not that it was easy to see when the flowing dramatic robe covered most of him. but still something was missing.

with a slight pout matt stood, thinking and thinking and thinking about what he needed to add that extra gram'pa-ness he'd needed to truly look that part. and then it clicked and matt was scrambling, and nearly tripping to his backpack. all the while he was unaware of the figure watching him with quiet amusement.

he scrambled through only to pull out a marker with joyful triumph. his return to the mirror was marked with him strutting carefully, just like he saw his gram'pa do with long, powerful, strides. another chorus of giggles erupted from him. oh if gram'pa could see him now, he'd be oh so impressed by how good matt was at pretending.

marker in hand matt carefully drew a line over his eyebrow, right where gram'pa's was. and there. he was perfect. the spitting image, in his own happy opinion, of Anakin Skywalker, the dark lord Darth Vader, the Emperor, his very own favorite gram'pa.

'and what are you doing, Matthew?'

Matt nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of that familiar voice. he whirled around with such quickness that he almost tripped and fell to the floor, ( how gram'pa could move so easily in this big, baggy robe he didn't know. it was truly the most impressive of feats. no wonder he was the emperor. ) but an outstretched hand and easy command of the force by Vaderkin had the boy steadied and righted.

a sheepish smile stretched across his features at being caught, and he looked down to twiddle his hands for all of two seconds before he was straightening up and confidently striding, which turned into an excited, eager stumbling, towards his grandfather, a wide and simply joyous grin lighting up his little face. "i'm you!" he raised his arms, outstretched in a plea to be lifted up so that Anakin could take a good look at all his efforts.

the twinkle of amusement in the older man's eyes, the gentle way he's held as his drawn on scar is inspected, and the light pat to the top of his head that ruffles his hair makes matt's entire adventure ( even though he's sure that papa and daddy will have something to say about him dismantling his nanny droid and wandering around by himself ) worth it.