#Val Star Wars

[galactic-rhea]

In an alternative universe instead of lightsaber duels, SW is all about dance battles ala Footloose and Dirty Dancing

Which also means that Windu lost a dance battle to Palpatine just because Anakin stopped the music or something like that

And also means that Anakin just danced against a bunch of kids. Agressively breakdanced against a bunch of kids.

And it also means that Obi-Wan and Anakin had an epic Dance of The Heros surrounded by lava. The most epic Tango of the Galaxy.

The empire was like what happened in Trolls 2, with the Punk/Rock trolls trying to force everyone else to only like Rock, which in SW i guess is called Rick.

[onedismay]

Drew this man who has never made a single good decision in his life

( Ri'kan Kateen from Star Wars: The Old Republic )

[magicalplaylist]

Weird how these two have the same fighting style <3

[nerdy-valkyrie]

[ravishingrogers]

"I hate this ship" proceeds to make an OC to ship with the male part of said ship and steal every single aspect of the lore of said ship 🥴

[0alix0]

having khem join you during kotfe/kotet could've been a fucking comedy gold

[i-looove-dillydallying]

Khem Val, underrated king

[foreverburningstar]

Anakin with an oral fixation?

Anakin with an oral fixation.

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⋅⟡⋅𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘎𝘕 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

⋅⟡⋅ 𝘔𝘋𝘕𝘐 18+ 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺

(i got so carried away so heres my first post of my writing for anakin, i tried my hardest to make it gender neutral, this is kind of like a drabble/headcanon situation going on here, idk 💀)

Anakin has to have stuff in his mouth, he has to, it’s sorta like a comfort to him, like a small simple headcanon of mine is he chews his nails, he bites pencils and yk stuff like that but his little fixation shines through the most when it comes to you.

it really can vary from it being affectionate or it being sexual. he can nibble on your hands and fingers and even the outside shell of your ear why? because why not? little nibbles on your arms and legs when you’re having some time for yourselves. sometimes little nibbles and sucks start from your ankles to on your calf and then thighs, anywhere on your torso, (your underarms if you’re nasty like i am) your collarbones, your neck until ultimately you start feeling things are getting too hot, and you’re overwhelmed by his sucking and biting of your body parts. he’s teasing without even knowing or maybe he does know, because he’s all over you except where you really need him to be. which is between your thighs.

once you’re basically trembling in his hands you ask as nicely as possible or even beg as nicely as you can to get him where you want him. as much as he would love to get a real taste of you he makes you wait because where’s the fun in that? so he continues with his little game of bite and suck just a bit longer, he sucks and occasionally bites at your nipples, really taking his time. he stays there not until you can’t take it anymore but until he can’t take it anymore and needs to have his mouth and tongue on your sex.

he could stay there forever just leaving his mouth on you, he loves it, he wants it to be him and only him to ever has his mouth on you, he wants you touched but by only him. so finally as he finishes his work of leaving hickeys wherever he can, he’s between your thighs and licking up all juices that came out of you as he was working on his art, you’re the canvas and his mouth is what he uses, he left red, purple and sore marks everywhere. you’re his artwork, his favorite canvas to use. whenever his mouth isn’t on you it’s for air or for him to tell you such degrading words or words of praise, or both. he sucks hard and releases to make a pop sound just to say “you taste so good angel” and “i bet i can make you cum with just my mouth, huh? you’d like that wouldn’t you?” while kneading the inside of your thighs “for me to just use my mouth, you’d cum just like that, you’ve done it before, that’s just how much of a slut you are for me”

he can be so possessive as we already know that about him “Maker, you’re such a whore but just for me right?” and you can’t form a word in your state so he uses his finger to press a gentle but firm poke at any of your sore hickeys to get your attention, to get an answer out of you and immediately gets his mouth back on you and sucking and making such obscene noises but he wants to hear you say it “yes— yes ani!” he doesn’t like the answer so he stops

“yes what?” you whimper from the loss of contact, you just want to push him back onto you, to make you feel good until you get to that delicious high that he can only get you to, but you won’t so you answer “im— im a whore, im such a whore for you ani, mmm— just for you” his dick has been hard this entire time, it painfully aches and it aches for you even more when such filthy words fall from your pretty lips. he wants to be in you already, he wants to touch himself, he needs but he puts himself through the torture because it’s good, it feels too good. your release is key to his, like he can only cum once you’ve already had your first orgasm, it shows his devotion to you. he wants to be good, good for you, too you, so he stays there lapping up any juices you give him. he goes slow, painfully slow when he thinks you’re close but only for his own amusement, but he starts back up again with such a pace. he just cannot get enough; his groans and moans send vibrations that really put you right where you want to be, need to be, the edge. so you beg for him to let you cum, “please, please, please ah!— ani, anakin! im gonna cum, can I? please can I?” as much as he’d love to keep going to keep you dangling at the edge he lets you because he knows you’ve been so good for him. he doesn’t want his mouth off so in muffles as he’s smears his mouth and his tongue dances right on that spot that makes you go way past that horrific edge he tells you “Go on, c’mon cum for me, you can do it” and you do. you whisper lines of curses, thank you’s and anakin’s as you finally get to let go of the tight feeling that was building up for so long. anakin can taste the juices that spill out of you and he takes and tastes all of it, he gets into a state of high knowing he was the one who made you feel so good.

“Oh my love, mmm you taste so good” he’s hovering right above your face and his lips are on yours before you got the chance to breathe, and you can taste yourself on him. your juices and his saliva is a mix that just works. he pulls away and he whispers sweet nothings as he kisses your ears and collarbones and begins going lower, you can hardly hear his praises but they’re being taken straight to your heart either way. you feel anakin’s hot breath on the insides of your thighs once again and your hands shoot straight for his face “wait wait no, it’s— it’s too sensitive” of course knowing anakin, you use all the strength you can muster at the moment and pull him up to your chest, and adjust him right to your perked up nipples are, to at least give him something to put his reddened lips around. once it’s your turn and you’ve managed to gain feeling in your legs again you have to make him feel as good as he made you feel, he deserves it after all.

hope this was good! it definitely was fun to write! sorry if there are any mistakes I’m like half asleep.

[nerdalmighty]

Up to you, the future is.

[amariaamaris]

It's been a hot minute, but let's get straight into it!

On the same vein as my original post about how I feel if Jedi were more unhinged the Clone Wars never would have happened...

Mace Windu doesn't know what he did to deserve being saddled with the worst possible mission in the galaxy... but this... he didn't deserve this. Yes, Master, I am being incredibly overdramatic (childish), no I don't care and I'm not going to 'meditate on it,' thank you very much! However, Mace is freshly knighted and he's been trained well enough to not show any of his pouting out in the open. From the outside perspective he looks like the perfect picture of a Jedi Knight.

He is very carefully hiding his boredom and complete disinterest with the topic of conversation. While also, deftly rebuffing the verbal advances the governor of the planet has been trying to use on him. When a slight pulse in the force pulls Mace's attention away from the governor.

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Mace jumps at the opportunity the force has given him, "My apologies Governor Mendoza," completely uncaring of how rude it is to interrupt the middle of what the Governor was saying. Mace does not understand why the council keeps sending him on diplomatic missions! Mace makes sure to put the appropriate gravity into his tone. Why can't they treat him like he's Rael? "The force is bringing my attention to a disturbance. I ask that you get yourself someplace safe with your guards while I investigate."

take the bait, please take the bait!

Governor Mendoza startles, "Of course Master Jedi!" before Mace can waste his breath correcting this fool for the fiftieth time. The Governor gets quickly ushered away. Mace allows himself a heavy eyeroll as he pulls his hood over his head and melds into the crowd.

He silently and swiftly follows the forces tugging through the city square. He comes to a stop, hidden in the shadows, watching as a large group of mandalorians move around their ships. He blinks twice, how exactly did he miss this large of a presence? Reaching out into the force towards the group he gets pinged off of their presence. With a furrowed brow he considers their armor, oh beskar. That would explain the pinging off in the force, or perhaps redirection would be a better word for it.

Mace continues watching as the fully armored mandalorians move around one another. While one in a red - is that a cape?? - yes it is. A red cape - and no, the theater nerd inside Mace isn't jealous that he gets a red cape - stands off to the side of the movement as he speaks with three others. While Mace can't read them within the force, he can see the tension lining their bodies. They aren't happy about something.

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Mace willingly follows the force, slipping closer in, while staying higher up within the long shadows of the hanger. As Mace settles himself in for what's bound to be a long time - maybe he should have become a shadow - the mandalorian with the red cape takes off his helmet(?). Mace really should do more research into Mandalorians.

And- oh, well hello. Mace can feel his eyes widen as he takes in the mandalorians features. A strong jaw with stubble, a nose that's been broken many times, light brown eyes with hints of glowing yellow heralding to a not so human ancestry.

Mace doesn't bother hiding the quiet "smash" that he practically breaths out. Talk about finding someone to fix your bad attitude. Mace would gladly allow this mandalorian to holdhimdownanddominatehim. Or maybe holdthemandaloriandownandbitehim.

A slight shudder runs through Mace's body and he forces himself to get out his datapad. Swiftly taking a good quality picture of the Mandalorian in the red cape. Then he moves higher up into the rafters and deeper into the shadows there. Mace quickly post the picture onto the jedi private server with SMASH as the caption and two voting buttons. Within seconds, multiple jedi start to vote, the majority of them voting smash. The comments flooding in soon after.

TheSenateKeepsKarkingUs: HOT! SenateWho?: He could hunt me any day! IveLostmyMind: DILF WhatisDiplomacy?: Is he a brat tamer? I would totally let him tame me! DeathismyBitch: I would let him step on me. KarktheSenate: Daddy! ShirtsAreOverRated: I would leave the order for him Itriedtobehappy&gotTraumatized: @ TheatreNerdMace can I tap that if you don't? UnhingedTM: I would like for him to obliterate me, please and thank you. ArmorKink: I would gladly ride that armor. SadBoiHours: Why do you always find the hot ones?

Mace slips his datapad away with laughter on his lips before someone happens to look up and see light. He slinks back down to where he was before and catches one of the other mandalorians speaking.

"--we were hired by that hut'uun Governor and now he's called a Jetii here!" Mace's eyes narrow, well then, the Governor made it quite clear that he had no hired help. This is an issue, especially since - while Mace and many other jedi would gladly get their guts rearranged by a mandalorian - there is a history of slaughtering each other. It's a big enough concern that the Jedi Council has made it very clear that no jedi is allowed in Mandalorian territory. Also, there is not a single jedi that is suicidal enough to try to have their guts rearranged in a pleasurable way by a mandalorian when there is no promise that they won't torture and outright kill them. Some of them are certainly crazy enough to toy with the idea.

"--kark are we supposed to do what we were hired for when the Governor is breaching the contract? He's already threatened to tell the jedi that we're a threat to him and his people if we try to leave!" With a strong nudge from the force Mace is moving from the shadows to the light.

He makes sure to have his hands up and fingers spread out as a peace offering. "If you have the contract that you and the Governor signed then that threat holds no water." All the mandalorians jerk in suprise and point their blasters at Mace. eh, blasters. Mace rolls his eyes from under his hood, he really needs to meditate, Val would be cackling. He makes sure not to move as he allows them to get over the fact that he startled them.

"Apologies, I am the jedi that was assigned to this particular mess." All the mandalorians stare at Mace or at least, Mace assumes they're staring at him. The only mandalorian that he can see face-to-face is the male with the red cape.

The red caped mandalorian does a hand signal Mace doesn't recognize and everyone slowly drops the blasters. They noticeably don't put them away, but they are pointing at the ground so Mace will take that as a win.

"What is your name Jetii?" Mace feels his skin tingle from how rich sounding with the slightest hint of rumble the red caped mandalorian’s voice is. Yet, he finds his attention being pulled to the emitter-sized shatterpoint that is floating just to the left of the mandalorian.

Mace suppresses a grimace as he pulls down his hood, "I am Jedi Knight Mace Windu. Governor Mendoza had sworn that he did not have any mercenaries hired." he pauses for a moment as his focus is once more pulled to the shatterpoint that seems to have grown into the size of four datapads put side-by-side. Mace mentally shakes himself and turns his attention back to the very smashable mandalorian, who now has a small frown on his face. "If you show me the contract, I can look over it and send it to the Jedi Council. There is a high likelihood they'll order me to leave and allow the governor to deal with his own foully."

Please get me off this planet, I'm missing so much of my favorite holodrama.

"You seem very willing to wash your hands of this situation jetii." The mandalorian tilts his head very slightly as he says it and Mace does not have to stop himself from cooing at how adorable it looks, he does not! Mace does put his hands into his deep sleeves as he gives the mandalorian a flat smile.

While Mace and his fellow jedi are unfortunately bound to the senate that doesn't change the fact that they will maliciously comply with their assignments. "Do you think that any jedi enjoys being forced to go to different planets to corral adults with the maturity of spoilt younglings purely to get them to be diplomatic and come to an agreement? I would have gladly never have come to this planet if it had been my choice. Yes, I am incredibly willing to leave and let this continue to be your problem. You are at least getting paid for it."

Mace hears a fair amount of the helmeted mandalorians snort loudly even as his attention is pulled back to the shatterpoint. The shatterpoint that is now three times the size it was earlier. He barely covers a grimace as he turns his attention back to the present situation.

The mandalorian's eyes narrow slightly at him as he crosses his arms. This man is definitely aware enough to notice Mace's distraction. "Lets talk jetii, I am Mand'alor Jaster Mereel, he/him and these are my verde." Mace barely has a split second to process the name and the title given when the shatterpoint bursts. It flairs bright gold as the leftovers of it slowly float away on an unfelt wind looking very similar to the glitter the younglings at the temple love to use.

The pain slams into his head at the same time, bright-hot and splintering. Mace's heartbeat is loud in his ears as a pained grunt leaves him and his legs give out. Luckily he lands on his knees as he clutches tightly at his temples. Mace barely stops himself from making a face at the feel of blood flowing from his nose. Disgusting.

Mace startles slightly when warmstrongsteadykind hands get him to his feet and usher him over to some crates. He squints, trying to tell for sure what's going on, but his eyes are incredibly blurry and his ears are ringing so loud that he can't make out anything that is being said.

He blinks in slight confusion as a different blurry face comes into his view with a scowl and a distinct medic marking on their shoulder armor. Mace grimaces as the medic shines a light into his eyes and he tries to bat the light way from his eyes. It isn't karking helping his pain. Unfortunately his hand barely makes it halfway before falling back down to his lap.

Slowly blinking as he watches the medic slightly back up and turn to speak with someone that Mace can't see because of the blurriness, he dimly remembers that he has the force-sensitive safe pain medication for this exact purpose. So, Mace, as the medic is distracted, starts to fumble at his belt line for one of the pouches where he knows the medicine is.

The medic turns back and immediately, with what Mace thinks is a curse, stops Mace's struggling. Which is rude, he's trying to do something here. The medic talks to him, but Mace just blinks at him with furrowed brows. He receives a heavy frown in return, yet the medic catches onto what he was trying to do quickly.

With efficient moves, the medic opens the pouch and pulls out his medicine. Mace's whole body feels numb. It seems like from one moment to the next the medic has somehow gotten the medicine into Mace's mouth and is coaxing him into swallowing it down. His lips are numb. The medic also swiftly cleans the blood from his face and puts some weird tool up Mace's nose to stop the bleeding.

Mace stays put and blurrily watches as the medic once again turns his head and speaks to someone else. "-give the jetii a minute. I don't understand this force osik, but the jetii should come around." Mace allows his burning blurry eyes to close and tentatively reaches out into the force. Everything is still so glittery and golden, Mace has never experienced a shatterpoint like this before. Yet, something tells him that it is an extremely positive change.

His head throbs as he continues to focus on the force, allowing for any speaking to become background noise. He feels his body still even as tingles break out everywhere. Allowing himself to float on the currents of the force and slowly release his pain into it as the medication starts working only slightly helps with the pain. He feels himself grimace as a sharp pain lances through his head. Force, he wishes Val was here.

Mace pulls the force around himself and uses it to help dull the pain quicker than the medicine is and opens his eyes. He doesn't bother hiding the wryly amused twitch of lips when he sees that multiple mandalorians have their helmets off and they're all staring at him with poorly concealed concern. How interesting, mandalorians genuinely worried for a jedi.

"Apologies, that was unpleasant." Just because they are concerned that doesn't mean Mace is inclined to give them any extra information. He almost starts laughing at the baffled anger he feels coming from them.

A deep sigh leaves Mand'alor Meerel, "Jetii, you just collapsed out of nowhere for no clear reason and your apologizing for it?" Mace folds his hands together and gives a bland smile, even as he very much so wants to jump the Mand'alor's bones.

The medic step forward, "I'm Mij, he/him. Can you explain what just happened so I can treat you instead of giving you pills that only have the dosage as instructions?" Mace pulls in a slow breath as he studies Mij, this medic reminds him of the healers back at the temple. Unfortunate.

Right as Mace opens his mouth to answer, his com starts ringing. Mace jolts slightly and gets the com out with deft fingers and answers it. The person that shows up as a blue holo is none other that Mace's fellow knight and insane friend, Val. No last name, just Val. Of which she totally doesn’t use that to her advantage.

"I knew I should have fought the council harder about you going alone! Why the hell didn't you immediately take that medication when you saw the shatterpoint?" There's an added growl to her words as her fangs flash. Mace's lips twitch as he watches Val's hologram slightly pace and her front lekku writhe in irritation.

"Peace, Val. As much as I would have liked to have had you here, you are a crechemaster. You cannot leave your charges, besides I've taken the medication and I'm using the force to supplement." A low snarling hiss leaves Val as she bares her teeth for a split second.

Val closes her eyes and brings in a slow, deep breath. "You're right." There's a slight pause as Val points her finger at him. "It doesn't mean I have to like it! I have to go, my cublings are bound to cause unmitigated chaos if they're left alone to long." She gives a mischievous grin, "I do so enjoy helping them direct their chaos at fellow jedi that need to loosen up!" with a quick wink and a waggle of Val's fingers, she hangs up the call. An amused huff leaves Mace as his lips twitch. They grew up together, so Mace isn't nearly dumb enough to believe that she's truly dropped it.

Val will without a doubt pounce him when he arrives at the temple and drag him to the healing ward.

"Shatterpoints?" Mace's hand pauses in returning his com to his belt and locks eyes with Mand'alor Mereel.

Mace can feel his shoulders slightly slump, "Yes, It is not an easy thing to explain to nonforce-sensitives. There are moments where a certain decision or action can and will rapidly change the future. Those are shatterpoints and when a decision ends that potentional future by breaking the shatterpoint... it," Mace's lips twist slightly as he tries to find the right words. "in a sense, explodes. All of this happens within the force and the echo of energy tends to give me extreme migraines."

Mij looks particularly incensed, "So, there is nothing that can be done. This is just force osik?" Mace gives Mij a bland smile and clasps his hands together.

"The medicine that you helped to give me is the only medicine that works without blocking me from the force." Medicine that barely works for the pain, but it is what it is. "If Val is with me, she can help to siphon the pain away and help my body to adjust to the change within the force quicker with less pain." Force, he wishes Val was here, at least her feral ass would get this situation taken care of quickly.

Mand'alor Mereel has an intrigued look in his eyes, "The Jetii that called you, Val. What does crechemaster mean and how is she able to help you?" Mace pulls in a deep breath, trying to decide how much he wants to say.

A near silent sigh leaves him, "Crechemasters take care of our younglings, each crechemaster has at least ten younglings to take care of. Val and two other crechemasters each have fifteen younglings under their care. Val is a natural healer, through her padawanship, she dual studied as a healer and as a crechemaster. Which is partly why she is allowed to have fifteen younglings under her care while being a newer crechemaster." Mace shifts himself slightly on the boxes, debating standing up. One look from Mij immediately makes Mace decide that he'll stay where he is for now. That is a medic that looks like he's used to having to drug people to keep them put.

Mace has been drugged enough times that he's not inclined to have this particular medic do that. The majority of those times has been Val doing it.

Mand'alor Mereel crosses his arms, "I didn't know that your order raised children communally." Mace shrugs his shoulders as he stifles a bolt of annoyance. Aggravated sex sounds amazing right about now. A slight huff escapes Mereel at Mace's non-answer, "Fine Jetii, you wanted to see the contract lek?” Mereel pulls out a data pad and starts tapping on it.

“Yes, I’ll read the contract, take a copy of it if you’ll allow me to and report to the Jedi council. They will make a decision based off of the information within the contract. There will be no need to any sort of fight to break out between myself and you and your people.” Mereel grunts in acknowledgment and hands Mace the data pad with the contract pulled up.

Mace starts skimming through the contract, seeing Mereel cross his arms in his perrifial vision. “You can take a copy jetii, in fact take a copy of both contracts,” Mace’s eyes shoot up to meet Mereel’s with a raised brow, a slight smirk comes onto Mereel’s face. “We only take a contract if it is in mando’a and basic.” Mace gives a hum in acknowledgement and goes back to skimming it. Smart, beings are less likely to kark others over if it’s in two different languages. Or more likely depending on who it is.

Mand’alor Mereel slightly flinches in shock when Mace hands the data pad back to him within five minutes. “I‘ll go contact the council and let you know what their decision is.” Mace shows the small data stick that he used to download the contract and slips it into one of his pouches. Mereel opens his mouth to say something as Mace pushes himself off of the crate and moves to leave.

“Absolutely not,” Mij is next to Mace in a second and pushing him back onto the crate. “Jetii, you just collapsed due to force osik. You’re not moving from that crate until I tell say that you can.” Mij is glaring at Mace with his arms crossed and Mace has to pull on the force more to stop the head rush from the abrupt movement.

Mace gives Mij his bitchface - as Val called it - and clasps his hands together. “With all due respect, there is nothing more you can do. The effects of the shatterpoint need to run their course. There are things that I need to take care of, things that need to be done in a different environment.” Let me leave so that I can talk osik about the governor to the council in peace.

Mace ignores the shifting of the mandalorians as he blandly watches absolute fury cross over Mij’s face. Mace can feel the fury-protection-whywon’tthisjetiilisten-i’mgoingtodrughim radiating off of Mij. Mace barely stifles a sigh, now he’s just tired. Kark this osik.

“I would appreciate if you didn’t drug me and just let me leave.” To maliciously comply or not… Mace barely stops the wicked smirk that wants to cross his face as he hears Val’s voice in his head, giving him a tip of how to really set off a medic. Perhaps, if he causes enough chaos he can just slip away like Val does. “I’m a Jedi, my health and wellbeing certainly is not your concern.” He can already hear her laughter. The barely leashed fury on Mij’s face shatters into full blown readytokill rage. You better run brother dearest, Mace can almost hear Val whisper to him. Right as Mij lunges. Exclamations escape the mandalorians nearby as Mace uses the force to augment his speed. Leaping out of the way right before Mij is on top of him. The other Mandalorians rush to grab Mij to stop him from full body tackling the already force-injured jetii.

Mace uses that distraction to his advantage and slips out of the hanger and into the crowded city square, leaving behind the shouting mandalorians. Well, this will certainly be interesting to inform the council about. Mace flips up his hood and allows himself to meld into the movement of the crowd with a wide, hidden grin on his face unable to stop the amusement bubbling up in him.

Val was right, sometimes causing unmitigated, unneeded chaos for the sake of chaos is fun.

[bluemilkandcookies]

Khem is ready, are you?

[magicalplaylist]

Inspired by Free Comic Book Day... maybe all Marchion Ro needs is a kid to look after.

[nerdy-valkyrie]

[ravishingrogers]

Being anti Reylo in this day and age is embarrassing

[politicalpadme]

Title: Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? Artist: Taylor Swift Footage: Skywalker Saga, Rogue One, Solo, The Mandalorian, Andor, Kenobi, Ahsoka

Happy Halloween to all my Star Wars witches 🧡