#Grandmaster Luke

[legends-expo]

Panel Announcement: The Many Lives of Luke Skywalker

In the Legends novels and comics, Luke Skywalker's character grew to be something far greater than the Jedi Knight of the original trilogy. He fell in love multiple times, discovered how to use the Force beyond the Jedi way, and even (momentarily) embraced the Dark Side to learn "its secrets from within." Join authors Matthew Stover, Michael Stackpole, Barbara Hambly and Michael Kogge on a discussion of Star Wars’ most misunderstood hero.

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[inquisitor-apologist]

Just gonna come out and say it: Mace Windu should’ve survived and should’ve become the grandmaster of the New Jedi Order. Luke was probably not ready for that (as a Jedi. He was just knighted) and deserved to learn the traditions and cultures of the Order from a living Master

[podsn]

Thrawn was annoyed with Ahsoka. Wait till he finds out he just went back to the galaxy where Anakin’s SON is the grandmaster jedi 💀

[mostbreedabletwinktournament]

Round 3 Side B: Poll #3

Propaganda!

Wei Wuxian:

He was brought back from the dead and put in the body of a twink only to give such intense twink energy for the whole story it makes the audience wonder if he was a twink in his original body

too. He is incredibly smart and capable but enjoys acting like a waifish maiden either just for funsies or for the express purpose of being dicked down by his husband. He also quite literally pretended

to be able to birth a child at a certain point and.... let's just say his most popular smut tag being "Wei Wuxian has a breeding kink" is for a reason. Also bonus info there's an era of his life where he's

meaner and kills a bunch of people and does a lot more necromancy and (in the donghua, anyways) his outfit gets a little sluttier. Thanks for your consideration

-Anon

Luke Skywalker:

The first time he left the farm, he went to a gay bar, the Mos Eisley Cantina.

-ErikAG59

[the-fengverse]

BREAKING NEWS! Second Chance Initiative actually implemented?!?!

By: Wendy Seiran {OC}

Publication date: 1/2/3067*

(SCI logo above, as presented on official pamphlets given out during yesterday's ceremony)

Yesterday, a ceremony was held to 'commemorate' the Second Chance Initiative (SCI) being officially implemented by the Guild to help both Tamer’s and civilians alike with 'Aid Nexomon'. The program, (Founded by Luke and Oliver Windsor) was initially and rightfully rejected by Guildmaster Amelie. Despite public backlash, Grandmaster Deena -with help from a group called the Alliance- spearheaded a movement to accept the initiative.

Here's what Grandmaster Deena had to say during yesterday's ceremony:

"Despite what everyone thinks, the Second Chance Initiative, is a necessity -not just for the Guild, but for all of Aurelia! Every day, Tamers and civilians alike are forced to give up their badges or step down from their jobs. And because of what? Because they were simply born with a disability or acquired one in an accident? The person who's blind? They need a partner who will see for them. The person who's deaf? They need a partner who will hear for them. The person who's mute? They need a partner who will speak for them. The person who suffers from anxiety? They need a partner who will help calm them down when they're overwhelmed. The person with depression? They need a partner who will make them smile, even during their darkest moments. The person with severe PTSD? They need a companion who will help them through difficult flashbacks. No one -child or adult- should be forced to give up their life's work because of a disability that is completely out of their control! It's about giving people a partner who can be their eyes, their ears, their voice, their comfort... their lifeline! Hence why the Second Chance Initiative was made to provide support and opportunities for people who are struggling with disabilities, and to ensure that everyone is given a fair chance, regardless of their abilities," ~Grandmaster Deena, SCI Guild Rep

According to Elizabeth Windsor (Alliance founder, Guild scientist, founding member of SCI), SCI's mission is to and I quote, ''Provide a second chance for people to continue their lives and work regardless of their limitations.''

Now, I know what you’re all thinking: Why would the Guild ever approve such a soft, unrealistic initiative? After all, the Guild is meant to represent strength, determination, and resilience—qualities that define the best of us! And yet, here we are, celebrating a program that, quite frankly, undermines everything the Guild stands for. Let’s not forget why Guildmaster Amelie rejected this initiative in the first place.

"When I first rejected the SCI proposal, my reasoning was simple: practicality and responsibility. The Guild's mission is to protect Aurelia from threats like the Tyrants, Renegades, bandits, and wild Nexomon. This requires individuals who are fully capable of responding swiftly and effectively to crises. While I sympathize with those who face disabilities, emotions alone cannot dictate Guild policy. Our decisions must be rooted in logic, efficiency, and above all, the safety of our people! We cannot afford to compromise the resources that would otherwise go to strengthening the Guild and ensuring the protection of our city. Every time we divert funds to silly programs like this, we risk weakening the core of the Guild itself. And if we’re being honest, the consequences of that will be felt throughout all of Aurelia. I’ve always held the firm belief that individuals who represent the Guild, whether as Tamers or civilians, must be able to operate at their fullest potential. To rely on 'Aid Nexomon' is to support cripples who dare not challenge themselves to rise above their limitations. It enables dependence on outside assistance rather than fostering true growth and strength! While I do understand the... 'noble' intent behind the initiative, there is a fundamental flaw in its logic. The Guild was built on a foundation of personal strength and self-sufficiency. Introducing 'Aid Nexomon' will make people feel like they are being helped when it’s not true empowerment. The Initiative, to put it simply, is a crutch -and the Guild cannot have a crutch. I will not allow our fair and righteous Guild to be a place where we lower our standards for the sake of 'inclusivity'. You do not see Tyrants stopping their attacks because someone cannot see, or because someone is too anxious to face them. This world is cruel and unforgiving and a nightmare -and it demands people to meet that unforgiving nightmare head-on. What Grandmaster Deena and the Alliance fail to understand is that real strength comes from pushing through adversity, not relying on others or on Nexomon to compensate for our shortcomings. These cripples, despite their circumstances, need to learn to stand on their own, not be propped up by artificial crutches. The Guild should not be a place for dependency -it should be a place for those who are capable and willing to fight for themselves and their communities. If we allow people to rely on 'Aid Nexomon' as a solution, where will it end? Will we continue to lower the bar for what is expected of a Tamer? At some point, we must ask ourselves: Are we empowering people, or are we giving them an excuse to stop trying? Our dying world is not for the weak or the dependent. It is for the strong, the resilient, and the capable!" ~Guildmaster Amelie

Tamers and civilians are expected to contribute to society as equals. Introducing 'Aid Nexomon' into the mix doesn't create fairness -it creates dependency. Are we really 'helping' people, or are we just coddling them? Grandmaster Deena claims that ‘Aid Nexomon’ will provide these individuals with a ‘fair chance.’ But I ask you, dear reader, is it fair to allow someone who cannot perform their duties independently to continue putting others at risk? A blind or mute Tamer cannot lead a battle effectively, even with a Nexomon 'aiding' them. These are not just personal struggles -they have real, tangible consequences for the safety of our teams and communities.

Critics of SCI have voiced concerns about the cost, both monetary and societal. Are we as a society truly prepared to pour resources into training Nexomon to accommodate individuals who are not worth our time? These resources could instead bolster the Guild's infrastructure or support real Tamers striving to protect Aurelia from the ever-present threat of the Tyrants!

It’s easy to get swept up in sob stories, but we must remain practical! The Guild's mission is to protect Aurelia, not to act as a charity. We should be investing in those who demonstrate strength, skill, and adaptability -not enabling useless cripples.

In the coming weeks, I’ll be closely monitoring the effects of this program, and I won’t shy away from exposing its inevitable demise. For now, I leave you with this, dear reader: Is the Second Chance Initiative truly about giving everyone a fair chance, or is it just a feel-good policy designed to appease a defective minority? Only time will tell.

{*15 Years before Extinction, in-Universe News Report -Ash Feng}

[carriagelamp]

Man I got lucky this month, I got to read a bunch of excellent books, including some really neat queer novels. Nothing like a break to really get to kick back and enjoy reading for the sheer pleasure of reading rather than a desperate escape

Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation manhua v1

Unsurprising to absolutely anyone who’s been reading these, I picked up the first book of the manhua adaptation of Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation. It covers the first part of the first book, which basically amounts of Wei Wuxian’s revival and his flight from Mo Manor to the mountain and the Night Hunt. Besides for WWX, we get to meet Lan Wanji, the juniors, and Jiang Cheng, all of which have great designs. Like the rest of this series, it was a pleasure to read, the adaptation was done really well, and I’m excited for the next volume.

The Ice Monster

This book was very… meh. I was pretty disappointed, because I’ve really enjoyed the other two books I’ve read by David Walliams so far, and this was probably the one I was most excited about, but it was… incredibly middling compared to the others.

The Ice Monster is about a Victorian orphan, Elsie, who escapes from the brutal orphanage she had been raised in and was making her way on the streets. During this time, a great mammoth that had been found in the Arctic was being transported to the museum for display. Elsie feels a kinship for this “monster” and begins a series of events that lead to it being freed from the ice and set loose in London.

There were good moments in this book and I’m sure a kid would enjoy it, but ultimately it felt like way too many fart jokes and not enough substance compared to Walliams’ other books.

I Think Our Son Is Gay v2

A very sweet manga series I’ve been reading from the library. It follows the POV of a mother who suspects that her son is gay but who isn’t quite ready to come out yet. It’s a nice balance of humour — the art is cute and the characters have fun reactions to various silly things that happen in their lives — and love while still asking what it must be like to be gay in a homophobic society. A good read.

Legends & Lattes

SUCH a fun novel, it was exactly what I needed this month.

The story is about an orc mercenary called Viv who, after 20 years of fighting and killing, has had enough and is ready to settle down. Using the mysterious reward from her last adventure, Viv leaves her old company to find what she hopes will be the perfect city to open a coffee shop. Which is a daunting task in a part of the world that has never ever heard of coffee before and is suitably leery of this “bean water”.

If you want an action-packed, edge of your seat adventure book… don’t read this. This is the epitome of “cosy” fiction — its tag line is “high fantasy and low stakes”. If you want a dnd coffee au in novel form that’s about friendship and food… then this is THE perfect novel. It made me feel so warm and happy (and hungry).

Lucky Luke: The Oklahoma Land Rush // The Man Who Shot Lucky Luke

Lucky Luke is a BD series I’ve heard a lot about, and after seeing a couple episodes of it on Prime I decided I needed to actually pick up a volume or two. I’m delighted I did and I think I’ll need to read more now! 

The general premise is that of a western. The titular character, Lucky Luke, is a clever and nearly unflappable gun-slinger who can “shoot faster than his shadow”. Luke gets into a range of silly, comedic Wild West adventures and inevitably comes out on top for the sake of justice. Naturally, the genre being what it is, the whole First Nations thing is… rough, but the books were enjoyable if you can look past that.

The first book I read was The Oklahoma Land Rush which is fairly indicative of the series I believe and is about Luke being hired to help police the desperate rush of settlers to claim land in Oklahoma. The second was The Man Who Shot Lucky Luke which was written by Matthieu Bonhomme instead of Morris and is a slightly grittier, more serious take on Luke. I enjoyed this one just as much — it still managed to be funny, but the stakes felt much higher. And the art was just stunning.

The Night Gardener

A fun, creepy middle grade horror. A story about two young Irish immigrants trying their best to survive in the absence of their parents. In a last desperate attempt to get work they find themselves way out at a desolate, crumbling English manor that has been almost completely consumed by a strange tree. The family there is as desolate and strange as the grounds, pale and sickly and carrying a mysterious secret. The siblings realise just how strange and dangerous this estate might be as they’re drawn deeper into the secrets and begin to suspect that there’s something else living and working on the grounds…

I really like Jonathan Auxier's writing and I’ve been meaning to try this novel for years. I was glad to have finally done it.

Doctor Who: The Runaway Tardis

Just a cute little picture book. Pop Classics does some fun work and the art style really worked for Doctor Who. It’s about a little girl who has moved and is struggling with needing to make whole new friends in a place she doesn’t know. The themes of loneliness and goodbyes and needing to move on and make new friends was actually perfect to pair with Doctor Who; despite being quite simple and silly looking, it actually made me feel things for both the Doctor and the little girl.

Sandman v1/2

Everyone has been so hyped about The Sandman! I’ve been wanting to get in on it but I’m not very good at sitting down and watching shows so I thought I might try the original comics. Honestly I should have known better. I don’t really like this harsh style of American comics and if we’re being totally honest I don’t generally like Gaiman’s longer prose. This, unsurprisingly, combined two things I don’t like and ended up with a comic I didn’t like. Things only went down hill when fucking Batman appeared. It didn’t even really feel like it had the humour I would at least expect from Gaiman besides for a few brief glimmers. I appreciate that other people really like this series but oof. Not for me. 

The Secret Garden

I love The Secret Garden, it’s one of those comfort books that I need to reread every few years. I was listening to it as an audiobook this time and it was so lovely to see the first signs of spring appearing while listening to this story. If you want something feel good I highly recommend starting it because we are in the season for it.

If you’ve never read The Secret Garden, the premise is of a young, spoiled, but horrifically neglected child who was raised in British-occupied India. She is a bad-tempered, sour, and demanding child known to others as “Mistress Mary quite contrary”. When her parents die of a cholera outbreak she is sent back to England to live at her uncle’s manor on the Yorkshire moors. This relative is also distant and bitter, apparently hunchbacked and widowed. Once more alone, Mary is suddenly expected to do things for herself and isn’t given her every demand — instead she begins to befriend the cheerful, plain-spoken maid and starts spending time outside, exploring and playing for what feels like the first time in her life…   

Wallace & Gromit: Crackers in Space

I stumbled across this as an audiobook. After the fact I realised it’s also a comic. Oddly enough, the comic seemed profoundly bad — I’ve never really liked any of the Wallace and Gromit comics — but the audiobook version was a delight. It has the actual voice actor for Wallace, so it sounded completely like I had just put an episode on in the background that I had never watched before. They were also very clever about giving Gromit a “voice” despite him being a non-verbal character! It was actually a lot of fun!

Wallace decides to attempt making his own cheese out in the garden shed… only things go badly, as they’re wont to. Instead of making a lovely cheese, the whole thing ends up getting launched into the atmosphere because of a helium mishap… which might not be so bad if the zero gravity wasn’t making the Home Brew Cheese Kit kick into overdrive. They’re going to have to figure out how to deal with the massive, mutated cheese comet that’s now threatening all of West Wallaby Street. 

Wave Me Goodbye

An absolutely charming book, I didn’t want to put it down. This book takes place at the beginning of the Second World War, when children were being evacuated from London (which was at risk of bombing) and being sent out to live with volunteers in the country. Shirley is one of the children being sent out, but right from the beginning she finds herself struggling with feeling like the odd one out. She doesn’t feel like she fits in with her rough-and-tumble classmates, and when she does make a new friend on the train it’s clear that she doesn’t properly fit in with the posh covenant girls either. Things only get worse when she is one of the only children not picked to go with a family, and suddenly she and two other unwanted boys find themselves foisted on the unwilling inhabitants of the Red House. But in wartime, one has to make due, so she, Kevin, and Archie begin to explore this strange, half-empty house and get used to a very different way of life way out in the country.

Shirley is a huge reader in the book, and it actually made me pause reading to go and read some of the books she references! It was a lot of fun! Some of the books I read last month that Shirley reads are Ballet Shoes and The Squirrel, The Hare, and the Little Grey Rabbit. It’s also what made me decide to reread The Secret Garden, since they feel like similar genres.

When the Angels Left the Old Country

I read some great books this month and it would be hard to say for certain which was my favourite since they were in quite different genres, but this would be a strong contender. Holy shit was it good. The tl;dr is that it’s a bit like a Jewish Good Omens but also nothing like that at all.

The Angel (as angels don’t have permanent names, but rather names that describe what they are currently doing) and the demon Little Ash have been study partners for centuries, happily existing in their little Shtetl without feeling much need to change things. But things are changing and with the press of poverty and rise of violent anti-Semitic feelings many residents of the Shtetl are now leaving for America in the search of work and safety. Little Ash is determined that they should join these immigrants, and when a member of their Shtetl goes missing on her own voyage it seems inevitable that they go and track her down to ensure she is safe and well.

At its heart this is an immigrant story about people and prejudice and love, and it’s really written beautifully, the way you see all the hardship that goes into such a voyage even for supernatural beings.

[mirendils]

not rebuilding the jedi order AGAIN

[nawilla]

Another Random Star Wars Thought:

It occurred to me that during his time spent learning from Luke Skywalker at Yavin, Grogu could arguably be considered the grandmaster of the school, despite his status as a student.  He is chronologically older than Luke (and presumably any other students present), and technically had more years of formal training, and Luke’s only claim to masterhood is he is the only current professional Jedi training others.  Ahsoka, even if she is not younger than Grogu, doesn’t seem to live there.  If anyone present is up on their Jedi history, Luke could be teased and mocked for this!

[stealingpotatoes]

cal: man i hate that vader guy, he killed my master

ezra: yeah he killed my great grandmaster and almost killed me and kanan

ahsoka: he was my MASTER, basically my brother

luke: ……

(commission info // tip jar!)

[legends-expo]

Yes, you read that right - Matthew Stover will be in attendance at Legends Con! Grab your tickets by Tuesday, August 29th to meet him at the Marriott Convention Center in Burbank, CA on September 9th & 10th! He will be there all weekend for signings and panels!

Join us for a celebration of all things Expanded Universe! Our still growing guest list includes Randy Stradley, Matthew Stover, Michael Stackpole, Jason Fry, Corinna Bechko, Sean Stewart, Barbara Hambly, Abel Peña, Craig Miller, Joe Bongiorno and Shea Standefer.

LegendsCon is a fan-run convention celebrating the original Expanded Universe books, comics, games, and other media that are now known as Legends. We seek to create an event that brings together fans in an environment that fosters positivity and inclusivity while we celebrate our love of Legends material. We are an unofficial community organized event, which is not sponsored, run by, or affiliated with Lucasfilm Ltd. All event proceeds will go to The Peter Mayhew Foundation.

[julietsbody]

romeo meets juliet — luke castellan x reader : chess can be played in many different situations. 

tags : 18+!! loser!luke (hes actually such a loser im sorry), college setting, brothers best friend!luke, mutual pining, religious imagery(?), classic literature references, body worship, smut, luke is pathetically in love 

a/n : save me nerdy boy with sad eyes save me

luke didn’t acknowledge your existence at first, he stuck to himself, from his classes, to his dorm, maybe even the lunchroom if his roomate, your brother, convinced him to come rather than just making all of his meals in the dorm. luke and your brother were complete opposites, luke was studying literature, mostly classic,  he didn’t speak to many people unless forced to— and your brother was studying engineering, which also basically required him to join a frat, and he spoke to nearly everyone with cockiness prominent in his tone. 

one thing they did have in common, though, was chess. 

now, your brother could never tell anyone, especially not his frat brothers, that he played chess, let alone was in the university’s chess club— but he felt pity for luke, most of the time luke played by himself, which was somehow equally as frustrating as having to play against someone else. 

the only people that knew about your brother playing chess was luke, the chess club, and you. 

luke remembers the first time you came trotting in to the dorm, complaining to your brother about some argument you had with your parents about how your friends are distracting you from your studies. your brother only rolls his eyes, barely listening to your non - stop whining about how it’s ridiculous, “i mean— you’re the one in a frat! why aren’t they mad at you?” 

“because i actually do my work,” he mumbles, and luke breathes out in a silent laugh, moving a piece on his chess board. 

“you’re in engineering, you don’t even have any actual work,” you frown, and albeit the fact that you’re wrong, you’re still confident in what you said. 

“are you stu— whatever,” your brother waves you off, deciding to change the subject when he motions to luke, the boy in a nirvana t-shirt, currently moving to a different side of the chess board as he plays against himself, “this is luke, my roommate, obviously.” 

luke immediately freezes, fingers curling around the chess piece he was adjusting to move— his eyes are wide, and they’re moving to look at you, only to immediately flicker to some other part of the room when they meet your expectant gaze. since he won’t speak first, you pick up the slack, “hey, luke.” 

your brother notices how luke looks like a scared, lost puppy even by the slightest implication of having to speak to a woman, let alone be perceived by one, so he moves to whisper in your ear, “he’s like, deathly afraid of women, i’ve never seen him speak to one, ever.” 

and you from that you don’t expect a response from luke, until he mumbles a short, “hi.” 

that’s when your head tilts, noticing the way his curls fall over his brows messily, like he doesn’t pay attention to styling it, or maybe it’s on purpose, maybe he pays too much attention to styling it. the way he wore something so simple, yet so telling about himself, the way he awkwardly places the chess piece back on the board on the spot he wanted to. he assumes the conversation is over, so he moves to the opposite side of the board to make a move against his own. 

“are you in the chess club?” you take a step closer, and he perks up, hand ghosting over the piece once more. 

luke doesn’t say anything, his lips twitch around words that don’t come out. your brother speaks in his place, “he’s the president, he’s a fucking grandmaster.”

luke just awkwardly laughs, moving his hand to scratch at the back of his neck, eyes moving from the board to you, then to your brother, “i’m not like— actually the president,” another awkward, short chuckle, “i just— like.. um.. play a lot, i guess.” 

“you are the president, dude,” your brother corrects, being insufferable as he always is. 

but luke puts up with it, then you ask another question, “what do you major in?” 

“literature,” luke responds for himself this time, finally able to move his hand to make a proper move on the chess board, before mumbling, “mostly classic.” 

“you’re kidding, i am too, how have i not seen you before?” 

luke’s eyes finally meet yours, now, pausing on your eyes, then resuming down the shape of your face, memorizing each feature, the curve of your lashes, the shape of your lips— he swallows thickly. 

“i just— sit in the back.. and go to my dorm— as soon as class ends,” there’s that awkward, short chuckle again. 

“have you finished the paper?” 

luke nods, and that’s when your brother finally gets a bright idea. 

“you should help her, luke, with the work.” 

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that’s how it all started, with a simple suggestion, that’s when you came to the dorm more often, when he began to notice that you were actually in his classes, and when you realized he had an awful staring problem. he thought he was slick with it too, letting his eyes move around the room for a mere.. twenty seconds before they finally snap to you, and from there, they stay, until you finally return the gaze and he’s immediately nervously looking away. 

he hardly speaks to you, unless your brother urges him to, and he’s always avoiding looking at you when he speaks, stumbling over words, pausing in sentences to catch his losing breath. he was a complete and utter loser, terrible when it came to socializing, even worse when it’s with girls. with you, it somehow seemed to worsen. 

“am i the first girl you’ve ever talked to?” you ask once, far too blunt for your own liking, you didn’t mean to really say it, it kind of just came out when seeing how much his leg bounced under the table with nervousness, nearly sweating himself to death under your gaze. 

sweat beads down his temple when his eyes flutter up to meet yours, moving from the romeo and juliet book in his hands. isn’t it so ironic that he had just gotten done reading the scene in which romeo says, “did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! for i ne'er saw true beauty till this night,” when seeing juliet for the first time? truly, it isn’t the first time he saw you, but it’s night, and you are beautiful. truly, utterly, “beautiful.” 

“what?” 

oh, oh my god. saliva bubbles in his mouth, sour saliva, and he gulps it down, hoping it would somehow be a form of poison that would wake him from this nightmare. does he say what he meant? that he was thinking out loud? that he thinks you’re beautiful? or should he deny it? deny. he bursts into awkward laughs, “what— what do you mean— i.. i didn’t even say anything.. ha, haha.” 

“why are you acting like that?” your brows furrow. 

“like what?” 

“like you’re hiding something.” 

his breathing only shakes anymore, “i’m not hiding anything.. that’s like— a wild accusation.” 

“it’s not an accusation, i’m just saying,” you frown at him. 

his adam’s apple bobs with another swallow, “okay but like—“ 

“why are you harassing him?” your brother sighs, tired how much you press luke. 

“i’m not— whatever, i was asking you— am i the first girl you’ve ever spoken to?” 

your brother barks out a laugh, and luke’s eyes fall back down to the book in his hands. did not having proper conversations with women make him any less? romeo grabbed juliet’s hand once, and the first words he uttered to her was a promise to redeem himself if his hand was too unworthy to be touching her holy one. parallels sear in his mind, and he just mumbles a, “not really.” 

he has spoken to women before, sure, small greetings, maybe even the slightest indulgence of conversation— but luke keeps to himself, and to be honest, he was a man used to running from women, as he did from his mother. he grew up being afraid of women, well, afraid isn’t the proper word, intimidated is better, and he just decided to avoid them as much as possible. 

though, no matter how much he tries to avoid you, you’re always there, in his sight, in his mind. maybe it’s a disgrace, like romeo holding juliet’s hand, for him to even be thinking of you, looking at you— you were a goddess that offered a man on his knees the slightest bit of your grace, and now he was hooked. 

it was pathetic, really, how he anticipated every time he suspected you would be over, how his eyes always found their way to you in class, how he made sure to purposefully walk past you in the lunchroom on the days he went, which was oddly more now. 

a man who is still a virgin to adore a girl far too good for him, he is hopeless. 

“it’s okay if i am,” you adjust, okay, there might be a little hope, “anyway, how do you like romeo and juliet?” 

“it’s pretty nice—“ he notices the way your face perks up in shock, “kind of, i don’t know.” 

“i think it’s a bore, i’m sure the movie is much better.” 

“we should watch the movie— um.. together, sometime.” 

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if luke was being completely honest with himself, he didn’t entirely mean to say it, and as soon as you left the dorm, he nearly doubled over with shock at his own words, and even more shock at the fact that you agreed. not only did you agree, you actually came, and it was just you and him. your brother was off at some frat party, again, and he had left luke completely alone with you, even when luke begged him not to. 

“you’re kidding, dude, i’m like— horrified of her,” luke frowns at your brother. 

“you need exposure therapy, or some shit, call me your therapist.” 

“you’re a shit therapist,” luke sighs, rubbing his temples. 

“and you need to grow some balls.” 

so, your brother left him, and now luke’s awkwardly standing with you at his door - step, staring at him expectantly, his lips twitch around so many possible words, possible sentences, and all that comes out is, “hey.” 

he’s been staring for you for at least a minute, and all he can say is hey. your lips curve to an amused smile, “hi, luke.” 

“um— you can come in, if you.. want, ‘course.” he moves out the way to let you in, watching you step past him so he can close the door. 

“i wouldn’t be here if i didn’t want to,” you remark as if it’s the obvious, mostly because it is. 

when romeo stood underneath juliet’s balcony, he praised how captivating she was, considers her as glorious as an angel, a winged messenger above his head. in his own words : 

“one who makes mortals fall onto their backs to gaze up in awe as the angel strides across the clouds and sails through the air.”

consider luke on his back now, staring up at the stars in your eyes, the halo that shines above your head, the wings that flap with every stride you make— a goddess, an angel, venus incarnate, right before his eyes, staring at him like he had something deeply wrong with him. wait. he blinks a few times, and his eyes refocus onto your confused face. 

“are you okay, luke?” 

he quickly clears his throat, “yeah, yeah— duh, ‘course i am, uh.. we should,” he moves to the table in which his laptop was on, “watch the movie, yeah? ‘ts on my.. laptop, if you don’t mind.” 

“i don’t, at all,” you move to sit next to him on the couch in front of the table, watching the veins in his hands pulse, palms sweaty when he moves to open his laptop, shifting a few tabs and pressing a few keys until he mumbles a small okay and presses the space button. 

moaning. that’s all you hear, the sound of skin slapping, ah ah— oh fuck mmph you’re so b— luke slams the laptop shut. 

dear god, save him now. 

he can’t even bring himself to look at you, the sweat on his palms only worsens and spreads onto the top of the laptop as he smoothes his hands across it, replaying the scene a million times in his mind. to his surprise, you giggle, “you watch porn?” 

he’s quick to awkwardly scoff out a short laugh, “yeah— i mean, everyone does.. but like.. i don’t watch it— that much.” 

your finger moves to run along the vein on his arm, feeling him shudder under your touch, yet he doesn’t want you to stop, even the slightest touch makes his dick twitch in his pants, “are you a virgin, luke?” 

he inhales sharply, “y-yeah..” 

“do you want to have sex?” you lean the tiniest bit closer. 

he pauses, “yes.. of course—“ 

“with me?” 

“yes.” he responds quick, too fucking quick, it must’ve been at most a second after you said it for him to respond. the truth stings his tongue, to finally be able to say it out loud, how much he had fantasized about you in the late of night, even sneaking off to the bathrooms so his hand can dip underneath his waistband when he thinks about the times you’ve worn a tight shirt that frames your tits far too well. 

but it was wrong, wasn’t it? you were a goddess, on a pedestal, and he was merely just a man, staring up at your statue in the hopes that you would notice him one day. forbidden, possibly, but all those thoughts leave his mind when his eyes move from the finger tracing up his bicep to your neck, then your lips, then your eyes. 

“please tell me you’ve kissed before.” 

“yeah.. yeah— i have,” a playground kiss counts, right?

it seems to when your lips fall against his own, the kiss was so gentle, until he dared to kiss you back, then it got hungry, mostly on his end. he kissed you like a starving man, nearly devouring you but at the same time, being horrified to. your tongue finds it’s way into his mouth, and to your surprise, he whimpers against your lips.

his hands are hesitant, unsure of where to go, does he touch your arm? your shoulder? your waist? he doesn’t want to push anything, so the waist seems far too much, his hands awkwardly place themselves on your arm, in a very weird position. 

“have you touched a girl before?” 

his lips are flushed from the kiss, eyes glazing over the position of his hands, and he quickly moves them off, “sorry— well, i just.. um.. didn’t want to push anything.” 

“you can,” you reassure, but his hands still hesitate, the flesh of a goddess, to be touched by someone so inexperienced. was he really worth it? any of it? to even be in your presence was a blessing, and it was still taking him forever to register the fact that you had actually kissed him, prayers passed through your lips into his. 

“are you sure?” 

“‘course i am.” 

it still took luke some getting used to, having you straddle his lap, you knew so much, it felt like more than just an honor to have you so close to him. his eyes flicked from your own to your lips, then to your tits, the low v - cut showing off your cleavage perfectly. and he looked like a complete deer in headlights, staring at the flesh pushed together between the window of clothing. you smile at his lack of self control, feeling the way his dick throbs underneath his pants, right against your ass, “you can touch them.” 

“wha— nono, ‘ts okay— i just..” he trails off, sweaty palms moving past you to slide across his knees. 

“really, luke, you can— why don’t i just..” you move to take off your shirt, his eyes immediately catching on to the lace of your bra, the way your tits are practically spilling out of it, all until you take off your bra as well and they immediately fall out. 

his hand twitches around nothing, desperately wondering what it must feel like to have your flesh underneath his palm, fingers curling around the plush of it. it seems you must’ve heard his prayers when you move to take his hands, pulling them back to press against your tits. 

soft, that’s his first thought, sweat sticks to your skin when his fingers curve around the flesh, gripping it ever so gently. praises spill from his lips almost immediately, thoughts he had since the day he saw you, finally being spoken, “y’re beautiful— fuck, i’ve always.. always wanted to— do this..” 

you smile so sweet at him, nectar nearly drips off your teeth, “can i ride you, luke?” 

his eyes finally meet yours, brows furrowing for a mere second, “huh— oh, oh.. yeah, ‘course you can.” 

you didn’t expect him to have a big, no matter how cruel that sounds, you had heard rumors of nerds with big dicks, but sought to never believe it until you saw it, and good fucking lord you saw it. as soon as his dick springs out from the pants and boxers you were tugging down, luke’s hands mindlessly moved to your waist, your eyes widen. 

no fucking way. he has to be.. six? seven inches, at least. slightly girthy too, he wasn’t all just length, and precum was beading from his red tip. he immediately inhales sharply when your fingers graze his dick, nervous under your gaze, “is it too small— i.. i’m sorry—“ 

“too small?” you scoff playfully at his scared expression, worried of what you think, “this might be the biggest dick i’ve ever seen, luke.” 

“that’s— a good thing.. right?” 

“obviously, god, it better fit,” this is the first time you’ve ever been concerned about whether or not a dick will fit, luke stiffens when you spit on your palm, pressing it to his dick and wettening it as you jerk him off, his response is immediate, carefully gripping at your skin and pressing his lips together to muffle his whimpers. 

luke had jerked of many, many times, but it never felt as good as this. 

“fuck—“ he grunts out, already far too close from just a simple hand movements. 

you immediately stop, picking up on his nearing orgasm from the way his hips kept bucking up into your hands, pathetic whines slipping past his lips, but it was just so cute. the cutest thing, though, was his face when he got the first look at your vagina, he looked like a man staring at a piece of art he had admired. and this was art, sex was, you were, everything about you, it felt so sacred. 

his lashes flutter when you take his hand, guiding it to your sopping cunt, allowing him to feel the wetness that was nearly pouring from you. like nectar from a fountain, it coated his fingertips when he touched you, his eyes focused onto your face, making sure that he was doing it right. he notices the way you gasp when his fingertips brush against your clit, so he presses against it again, and again. 

he follows everything he has seen in pornos, spreading your folds, fingers grazing past your entrance, rubbing your clit— but he’s lost when you wave him off before he can finger you to prep you for his dick, wasn’t that something people did? “but don’t you…” 

“it’ll fit,” you mumble back, relying on how wet you are to make it easier. 

he watches the way your jaw falls when you move to press his tip against your entrance, allowing the tip to push into you and it’s already too big. his eyes widen at the feeling of your walls clenching around his tip, unable to hold back the noises that slip from his own lips. 

“you’re like— the.. the girl of my dr— fuck— dreams,” luke hushed out between his mess of moans and grunts, he wondered if romeo ever felt this way when he kissed juliet for the first time, the sort of electric rush that riddled his bones, it felt unreal. you were a dream incarnate, one luke was always haunted with, the woman that would show up when his eyes would close at night, and now you were on his lap, sinking down on his dick. 

“am i? really?” you question, inhaling sharply when you finally reach the base of his cock. for some odd reason, you didn’t believe you were all he was putting you up to be, and that made him sick— how could you think of yourself as any less? you were perfect, a vision, to be fair, luke would adore you even if you were an enemy, just like romeo and juliet. 

he would stand at your balcony, stare at you from across the ballroom, kiss your knuckles, kiss you— he would do it all. he might even drink poison just to spend eternity with you. 

“yes, yes— are you.. kidding? mmph.. fuck— you’re like.. a fuckin’ goddess,” it comes out like a prayer, as if he was on his knees at your altar, kissing your legs, and whispering worshipping words. 

to nobody’s surprise, luke doesn’t last long at all when you’re bouncing on his cock, no matter how much he tried to distract himself from his throbbing cock by pawing at your tits, or moving to kiss you, his orgasm was just too close. “‘m g’na.. please.. g’na cum.. mmphh.. fuck!” 

when he does cum, you had pulled off him, jerking him off, and he’s practically writhing, a whimpering and damn near crying mess. and once he’s helped you to your orgasm as well, you’re falling into his arms, finding a safe - haven in how he smells like old books, mint, and cheap cologne. 

two star crossed lovers, one capulet, one montague. 

“these violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder. which, as they kiss, consume.” — romeo and juliet, act two, scene six.

[jackdaw-kraai]

I think there’s something rather strange going on with all the folks who insist that the Jedi Order in the PT was right and didn’t forbid love and Anakin should just have followed their teachings when the whole point of the prequels is that they are prequels. They come before the OT, and the OT proves the Jedi wrong. They literally do not make sense if they don’t do that.

Luke, in the original trilogy, gains his ultimate triumph, his ultimate victory, because he loved in defiance of the teachings of the old Order. He quite literally had the ghosts of the past telling him, explicitly and without ambiguity, that he has to put his love for his father aside and kill him, as is the duty of a Jedi. Luke has the weight of millennia of teachings weighing down on his shoulders, telling him they knew and know better than a young, inexperienced man barely out of his teenager years. That he should follow their teachings or be destroyed. That is an immense weight to carry, and many people would and explicitly have given in to it in-universe. What are your feelings and ideals in the face of such immense legacy, after all?

But Luke doesn’t give in.

He doesn’t bend.

He says “I may be young, and I may be new, but I believe to my heart and soul that love matters more than this legacy. Matters more than your teachings.” And he says this to the ghosts of his mentors. That is such a powerful moment and one I can’t believe George Lucas didn’t create deliberately for even a second. This young man, being told he has to kill or die trying for a system that is dead or dying itself, that couldn’t survive itself, and refusing to do so. He is the living refusing to continue the violence of a dead generation. He is the young man refusing the draft into a war the old generation started, saying “peace and love matters more than you being right.” He is the embodiment of breaking the cycle.

And the movies vindicate him.

The main villain vindicates him with his last dying breath.

Darth Vader, dying, says “You were right.” and admits he and his were wrong. The main antagonist, Luke’s nemesis, in the face of his son’s immense, defiant love, gives way and does the impossible: he comes back to the light and dies a Jedi. The very thing the old Order says was impossible.

They were wrong. They have to be. The narrative demands it, the movies don’t make sense without it.

The solution was never to continue the cycle of the old Order, or Luke would have failed there, would have failed when he said “I am a Jedi, like my father before me.” And claimed that defiant, deviant, condemned definition of being a Jedi over the one presented to him by the Grandmaster of the old Order. If the old Order was right, Luke would have to be wrong. Be wrong about love, be wrong about laying down the sword, be wrong about refusing to fight. He would have to be wrong.

But the old Order is dead, explicitly killed by a monster, in some part, of their own making. It’s members only existing as bones in the ground or ghosts speaking from beyond the grave. They did not deserve it, it should not have been inflicted on them, but the narrative is clear on this: “The old way is dead, and was dying for a long time before that. Long live the new.”

Luke is that new. Luke is the breaking of the cycle, the reforging of swords into ploughs, the extended hand. Luke says “I don’t care how much I was hurt, I refuse to hurt you back, and you don’t need to hurt me either.”

“We can end this together and choose love instead.”

And Darth Vader, killer of the Jedi, End of the Order, lays down his arms as well, and reaches back as Anakin, saying “You were right.”

It wasn’t Obi-Wan, Yoda, Mace, Qui-Gon, or even Ahsoka who achieved the ultimate victory in the end, following the tenants of the old Order. It was Luke. Young, inexperienced Luke, who saw that the age of legacy handed to him was only history, that the sword handed to him as his life was only a tool, and that the decrees of the dead were only advice. And he took it all, said “thank you for your experience, but I’ve got it from here,” and laid it all down to instead extend an open hand towards his enemy.

And his victory, his ultimate triumph, his vindication, was that he was proven right when his enemy reached back and became just another person. Just another person, just like him.

The Jedi did not deserve what happened to them, and they did not deserve to die. But the story is clear on this: the Jedi of old were wrong, and the Jedi of new, the Last Jedi, was right. No sword or death will ever end the rule of the sword or end the bloodshed. But love?

Love can ignite the stars.

[saphronethaleph]

“I never wanted you dead,” Sheev said, smiling in a grandfatherly sort of way, which he was terrible at. “I wanted you here… Empress Palpatine.”

He gestured. “You will take the throne. It is your birthright to rule here. It is in your blood. Our blood.”

“I haven’t come to lead the Sith,” Rey replied, then there was a loud doom doom doom sound of someone knocking on a door.

“Who is that?” Palpatine asked.

Then Luke Skywalker entered the room, limned with blue light.

So did his father, Anakin Skywalker, and Leia Organa Solo. And Yoda, hovering along on a spectral hoverchair, and Qui-Gon Jinn, and Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Count Dooku.

“...um,” Rey began. “Master…s?”

“Rey,” Luke replied, with a nod. “You were right, by the way.”

“What is this?” Palpatine asked, his voice hushed and touched with fear. “What are you doing?”

“You never heard the story of Master Qui-Gon the Insightful?” Anakin asked.

“I’m insightful?” Qui-Gon said, sounding pleased.

“You are certainly something,” Dooku said, as Yoda chuckled.

Palpatine looked like he might be about to have an aneurysm.

“It’s not a story the Sith would have told you,” Anakin went on, with a terrible glee in his tone. “You see, the Light Side is a path to many abilities some would consider to be… supernatural.”

“Got that out of your system?” Obi-Wan asked.

“For now,” Anakin shrugged.

“What-” Palpatine sputtered. “What are you – this isn’t possible! You are dead! It is the Sith who can defy death!”

“The evidence suggests otherwise,” Leia smiled, then cleared her throat. “Sheev Palpatine. We are formally accusing you of-”

“Um,” Rey said, a bit hesitantly. “Sorry to interrupt… I recognize most of you as Jedi, but what is Count Dooku doing here?”

“Probation,” Yoda stated. “Very nicely, he has asked.”

“We are formally,” Leia stressed, “accusing you of, among other assorted crimes, thirty-seven thousand, eight hundred and twenty-seven counts of murder by use of a blunt instrument – to whit, a Clone Army – counting only those who were members of the Jedi Order in good standing at the time of their respective deaths, though we acknowledge that the number murdered on your orders is beyond easy counting. You are accused of treason in times of war and peace alike, of enforced disappearances, of enslavement, of wilful torture, of assorted Crimes Against Sapience, and of Consorting With Ye Powers Of Darknesse, which to my surprise was still on the books of the Old Republic.”

“There are, as the Princess says, many other crimes,” Dooku added. “But we believe those should be enough to be getting on with. For a start.”

Palpatine stared, then laughed.

“You – you are trying me?” he asked. “In what court? By what authority? I am authority! I reject your powerless, toothless threats! I am above punishment!”

“I think we’ll consider that a plea of ‘guilty’, then,” Obi-Wan said. “Wouldn’t you say?”

“That sounds reasonable enough to me,” Qui-Gon agreed. “All right. Grandmaster, if you would do the honours?”

Yoda raised his gimmer stick, and a bolt of lightning hit Palpatine on the head.

The Sith half-stood half-fell out of his chair, trying to hide behind it, then scowled at his own reaction and shot lightning at one of the Force Ghosts.

It passed right through Leia without doing anything at all.

Rey raised her hand.

“Am I still needed here?” she asked.

“You know, I think we can handle this ourselves?” Count Dooku said, courteously, then turned to Palpatine. “Know this, Sidious. You destroyed the Jedi Order, and now the Order will destroy you. If you return, you will be destroyed again. And again. Forty thousand angry ghosts cry out for vengeance.”

Qui-Gon coughed.

“Terminology, Master,” he said.

“Forty thousand annoyed ghosts seek justice,” Count Dooku corrected, as more Force Ghosts began to enter the chamber – walking through the walls in ranks, their ghostly lightsabers held high. “Is that better?”

“It’ll do,” Obi-Wan decided. “We appreciate you making the effort.”

Palpatine did not appreciate him making the effort.

[whitejays-galaxy]

Luke and Leia as cats

Bonus.... Kitten version!

Name Meanings:

Luke/Amberdawn/Amberstar:

I chose "Amber" because of his warm personality and pelt color.

And "Dawn" because he represents the new Dawnclan(Jedi) order; he rebuilds it and becomes the next grandmaster/leader

Leia/Birdslash:

"Bird" symbolizes her beauty and grace, and the "Slash" suffix shows her fierce side.

Okay but why does Luke remind me of a honey bun, and Leia a nicer Hawkfrost(with less fluff lmao)

They are so silly >:3

See more of my Cat Au designs here :3

The Disaster lineage (Yoda, Dooku, Qui, Obi, Anakin, Ahsoka + lore)

Prequel villains (Sidious, Dooku, Maul, Vader + Lore)

Kit-Fisto

Plo-Koon and Ahsoka

Sifo Dyas and Dooku

Disaster trio(Obi, Ani, Soka) doodles

Smol comics(ft. Qui, Rael, Sifo, Dooku): pt 1

Aayla Secura and Quinlan Voss

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY CAT DESIGNS

This is a PERSONAL AU and they mean so much to me

[adragonsfriend]

A Partial Fix-it AU based on Thought 2

Picture this. It starts as your regular crack filled social media AU, clones and jedi posting things, laughing, whatever. They’re doing it because the propaganda people thought it would be a good idea, but they are generally having fun with it, maybe there are some plans to use the exposure for good things like accountability and public sympathy etc. Maybe incorporate some actual scenes so that’s available as an option for later in the plot, or maybe it’s all done as documentation/social media format.

Anakin’s public account is popular for him being hot and ‘cause of existing “Hero with no Fear” propaganda. He mostly posts action shots taken by r2 or the 501st or activities with Ahsoka, nothing particularly deep, just fulfilling the assignment. Most of the jedi do a bit more activist photography, highlighting damage and deaths, or places in need of aid, but Anakin’s account isn’t far out of the norm, except in how much attention it gets.

You get a solid chapter or two of this pretty fluffy stuff, maybe with a memo or two about suggestions for jedi and clones responsibly using social media, maybe someone getting in minor trouble at some point, but overall these instances are played as serious needed to make the comedy shine all the brighter.

Then, all of a sudden, Anakin’s public account posts something in reply to some humans-first/other would be terrorist group’s post along the lines of “yeah we should do that like how I killed the animals who murdered my mom”.

He deletes it pretty quickly, but it’s already been screenshotted and passed around. There’s a period of,,, wait did General Skywalker’s account get hacked? Before the public really gets into investigating this. Some people slice into a semi-private chat from this extremist group and post screenshots and essays that identify Anakin’s alt account by some secret military information it gives away, as well as comparing phrasing to his public posts. Someone makes a connection to some attack that happened on republic space either by the extremist group or by Separatists connected to them. There are compilations of the alt accounts posts screenshotted before the whole account is deleted. The internet is kinda split once more of the story gets out, with some ratio of people saying revenge is cool and Tuskens aren’t people anyway, some people being like Anakin deserves to be killed alongside his own family in return, and some people managing a very sane, there was harm done on both sides but Anakin’s vengeance was wildly disproportionate, and his casual confession is incredibly disturbing to hear. Lotta people feeling betrayed by their idol, etc.

Republic intelligence attempts to censor the whole issue for “national security” (in fact they were actually the ones to delete the alt account) as Palpatine himself doesn’t really want Anakin’s secret exposed, but it’s not very effective against the viral nature of the issue.

Anakin is freaking out by this point, full on panic attack in a supply closet, ignoring messages from everyone. Ahsoka is really deeply confused/horrified trying to figure out if any of this is true while not being physically able to find Anakin. Some 501st clones are muttering but really not sure if they’re supposed to do anything.

It takes another minute for ppl on the Jedi council to find out about this whole thing, because (1) they are, as a rule, busy, and do not have time for doom scrolling and (2) republic intelligence does not inform them of jack shit. But before Anakin’s can get out of his panic long enough to make a plan to disappear and/or do something wildly stupid like go on the social media again, Obi-Wan appears on the Resolute. He’s greeted by Rex and Ahsoka, who still haven’t found where anakin is hiding. Obi-Wan is outwardly composed, but clearly several shades too pale, and determined, or possibly angry looking. He finds Anakin pretty damn quickly, and they’re locked away for a while, having some conversation where Anakin ranges wildly from yelling to sobbing to admitting he knew killing the tuskens was wrong to denying everything or saying they deserved it. Obi-Wan basically strategically (he’s really damn careful not to let it become a duel) provokes him until there are no more confessions or strong emotions left, at which point he gets Anakin to give up his saber, he has permission to leave the 212th to escort Anakin to Coruscant. One of the 501st troopers ends up posting a video of them leaving, Anakin looking like shit and Obi-Wan obviously carrying both of their lightsabers.

There’s like, a formal confession or something, and for a while it looks like there’s going to be a military trial, but eventually people realise it was a crime committed before the beginning of the war, outside of Republic space (this is partly a result of Palpatine interfering to stop Anakin potentially being executed by a military court—though I think he’d actually be chill with Anakin getting imprisoned for a year or two, so he could then “rescue” him from prison after forming the empire—and also attempting to minimise the possibility of Anakin exposing the fact that he told Palpatine about the massacre. Or maybe Palpatine cuts his losses and attempts to have Anakin killed at this point lol). Anyway the crime of Anakin’s that can be charged is giving away classified military information through carelessness, at the very least. He ceases to be a general pretty quickly and gets remanded to Jedi custody, and there’s a public outcry at the apparent lack of a punishment.

This leads to another PR thing, where the Jedi get to show their style of justice: very much about accounts and rehabilitation, to actual journalists. Something something Anakin’s movements are restricted, he can’t carry a weapon, made to rethink his actions until he can face them properly, plans for the future to see if there’s a reasonable authority among the Tuskens he will someday face, etc. A’sharad hett (no I don’t know how to spell his name) gets a platform to talk about the complexities of the Sand People-Settler -Hutt relationship on Tatooine. In the end it probably all gets twisted into more of the public distrusting the Jedi (this happens at exactly the moment Palpatine cuts his losses with having anakin as his apprentice btw)

Part of me wants to turn this into a full fix-if fic, but honestly it feels contrived because none of what gets dredged up leads back to Palpatine or the clone’s chips in any way.

It’s far more appropriate to me to have Palpatine be forced to cut his losses (due to Anakin being restricted to the temple and shoved face first into counciling/his redemption arc) and eventually executing order 66 while Anakin is still confined to the Temple (At this point the social media/documentation style pretty much collapses because all the characters exist in secret avoiding the new government, so maybe it’s the sequel lol). From there it can go two ways:

Anakin is out of practice even wielding a weapon, but he picks up a lightsaber off of a fallen Crèchemaster and goes on to die defending the younglings he killed in canon. Obi-Wan and Yoda find his body along with the rest, scorched by blaster burns. None of the Jedi in the Temple were killed by a lightsaber that day. Padmé was already pregnant by the time Anakin was exposed, so Obi-Wan goes to rescue her from getting kidnapped while Yoda goes to face Sidious. They’re all forced to hide and retreat like in canon, but Padmé lives to be involved in the Rebellion. Obi-Wan saw Anakin die as a Jedi, so he’s grieving but not despairing the same way as canon. He and Padmé work out some situation for raising & training the kids. The kids spend a significant chunck of time on Dagobah when Padmé and Obi-Wan are both busy. They love their swamp-master even though he acts grumpy sometimes (“the point, what is, of a secret swamp planet, if visitors, I always have hmm?”). Maybe Anakin ends up a force ghost via qui-gon jinn (who was secretly visiting him while he was restricted to the Temple or something lol), and can show up to give his kids cryptic advice when they get to the OT era (no he’s not allowed to just hang out and be a ghost-dad, that’s not how force ghosts do business. Also the kids wouldn’t be fully trained at that point, so they wouldn’t be able to see him anyway).

Second option is that Anakin pulls some bullshit (maybe he collapses the Temple in a productive way or smth) and escapes the Temple with a youngling or two. On the run he has a whole arc about finding out Palpatine is evil via the news and having to process that alone while being the adult to these younglings. Obi-Wan, Yoda, and Padme are doing basically the same thing as in option 1, except they don’t know where the hell Anakin is, and they’re worried Sidious has him, either as an inquisitor or a prisoner. A reunion happens, somehow, eventually. Luke and Leia work through having a dad, Anakin works through Padme and the kids being alive. There’s something where he and Obi-Wan have to have a conversation about how Obi-Wan does in fact trust him again, seeing what he’s done since order 66 (given Obi-Wan’s importance to the war they didn’t actually get to see each other much after Anakin’s initial confession). Anyway then they la de da their way into the OT era and stuff happens where Palpatine dies idk

I like both options a lot tbh, though the first one feels more thematically important re: Anakin dying for kids is a classic. I feel like I could fit in a Mace Windu lived thing in the second one tho, via him getting lightninged out the window while having two hands, or just changing that circumstance entirely. Oh also Ahsoka is somewhere. Maybe she ended up knighted and in charge of the 501st, since with Palpatine giving up on Anakin there’s really no reason for her to get targeted in any way (even if the Wrong Jedi arc still happens there’s less pressure by the Senate to kick her out of the Order, so a better investigation. Also whoever her new master is could have tempered some of the recklessness that got her in trouble there)…in which case I guess she and Rex can basically do their regular end of Clone Wars thing, and reunite with the others later as well.

This got a lot deeper than I expected it to almost two hours ago when I started writing. it’s great lol

if Star Wars had the internet Anakin would fall down an alt right pipeline so fast it’s not even funny. thought 1 is this doesn’t change the plot at all cuz he already said shit like that. thought 2 is him accidentally confessing to mass murder by posting to the wrong account

[errantindy]

It’s a real good thing Luke Skywalker was an incredibly famous respected hero of the Rebellion.

Because Luke really was like “Hey, first class, congrats on coming to my new praxeum, I just learned that word from Leia. I’m sorry yer the test dummies for learning how to teach Jedi. I’m your Jedi Grandmaster Luke Skywalker. I had a month long seminar with Grandmaster Yoda, and then he died making me Grandmaster through attrition. I’ve had a self guided study since of whatever I could scrape together from what the Empire didn’t destroy. The New Republic has been nice enough to let us squat in the historic abandoned Yavin Base. Don’t mind the nearby Sith Lord or comatose Jedi Master furry in nearby temples, they’re not important…yet.”