#anakin looks so emo here

[constellation-skirmishes]

this happened. cannot tell me otherwise.

(text under cut)

'our masters are fucking again, aren't they.'

'yeah. can i sleep over so i dont have to hear them?'

'sure come on in, master vos won't be back for a while.'

'hooray.'

[xzaddyzanakinx]

Dear Diary

Emo!Anakin Skywalker x Femme reader Oneshot

Warnings: CNC, Dom/Sub, predator/prey, rape kink, unprotected PiV, misogyny, derogatory comments, knife, bondage, gagging, blood, whipping, spanking, spitting, slapping, biting, mask kink

Info: never leave your diary unattended, he loves you so much that he’ll do anything for you, don’t question why Anakin is so good at being scary (he’s straight up terrifying)

🕊DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT 🕊 This is DARK

“Hey, you know there’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.” Anakin’s soft voice floated down to where your head rested in his lap on this sleepy Sunday afternoon.

“Mmm?” You hummed, tilting your head slightly to look up at his face.

You expected to see a soft expression to match the gentle tone of voice, but you were mistaken. His lip had a sneaky little curve to it, like he had a secret that he was dying to share. He reached his long arm over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Fishing something out and holding it up for you to see.

Your diary. It wasn’t one of his secrets. It was yours.

You squealed in protest and shot up from your resting place much too fast. After being sedentary all day long your brain had a hard time remembering what it needed to do in a high-stakes situation. After the dizzy spell settled slightly you tried and failed to snatch that horrid little book away from him.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

You should’ve known better than to keep a written record of anything, let alone your darkest secrets, with Anakin around. That handsome little shit can’t keep his dirty little paws off of your or your stuff.

“Anakin please!” You pleaded, pouting out your bottom lip.

“Shhh baby.” He laughed, flipping through the pages. “I occasionally read a few pages… just to make sure you’re happy with me of course.”

Right. Of course he would do that.

“Cause sometimes you don’t like to talk about your feelings right?” He chided.

“Yeah.” You grumbled.

“And it seems like my sweet sweet girl had some dirty thoughts since the last time I checked this book.” A sickly saccharine smile materialized on his lips

“Anakin no!” You gasped, hiding your face in embarrassment.

“Bunny, yes!” He teasingly replied.

“Look, right here it is princess. About a month ago. I took you to that new horror movie remember?”

“Yes.” You squeaked.

Anakin nodded, clearing his throat as he ran his finger under the messy scribbles in your diary.

“You said: ‘that scene where he’s chasing her through the woods and caught her? Christ that growl was sinful, but coming from Anakin? I’d be a goner. Knife and all.’”

You blushed fiery red and snatched it from his hands, tossing it to the floor defiantly despite knowing the damage had already been done.

"Anakin that is none of your business!" You pouted.

"But it is now, isn't it?" He whispered, tracing circles on your throat with his thumb.

"It’s okay darlin’ I don’t need that silly little book. I’ve memorized the good parts.” He chuckled as he spotted it on the floor.

“What else did you say? 'I want him rough, maybe even have him wear a mask like in the movie.'” He grinned gripping your cheeks to puff out your lips and give you a playful kiss.

“So I said to myself: ‘Anakin, that sounds like a challenge.’ and you know I love a challenge.”

“Anakin! You weren’t supposed to see that!” You yelped. “That’s embarrassing!”

Anakin chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh no? I think I need to see this fantasy of yours come true."

He released your cheeks and stood up, rummaging through the closet until he found an old hockey mask that he'd worn during his youth.

"Stay here," he commanded before disappearing into the living room.

You sat and stewed in your embarrassment, thinking of all the ways you’d like to squeeze his tiny head until it popped off. How dare he? He read your diary! Ridiculous.

His voice called your name and you were snapped out of your emotional festering.

“C’mon. We got places to be.” Anakin grinned, the car keys in his hand and a small backpack slung over his shoulder.

“What?” You asked in confusion.

He wants to go somewhere now? After he’d just humiliated you in front of your entire collection of stuffed animals?

Anakin nodded, a devilish grin on his face. "We're going on an adventure, Bunny."

Oh. Oh no.

“You’re serious?” You gasped. “like right now?”

He tossed the backpack into the backseat of his Ford pickup truck and opened the passenger door for you, waiting for you to get in. He clicked his tongue like he was calling for a dog, patting your head to scoot you along.

"Come on, baby," he urged, leaning down to kiss your cheek. "Where we're going, no one can find us."

You blushed, but obeyed regardless. You trusted him with your life and depending on how this excursion went you might just end up putting that trust to the test.

“W-we don’t have to do this Ani.” You said quietly.

“I mean… I never even- I didn’t think you’d ever find out.”

Anakin's grin faded slightly, his eyes softening as he cupped your face. "Baby, it's okay. You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with," he reassured you.

"I want to make this happen for you. Plus, I think this will be fun." He added with a smirk, the sincerity in his voice reflected in the icy blue of his eyes.

He climbed into the driver's seat, starting the engine and pulling out of your driveway.

“Like you’re sure you wanna do this? Like you actually want to? Not just because you know I wanna try it?” You asked, picking at your fingers as you forced myself to make eye contact.

Anakin met your gaze, his eyes filled with an understanding for your concerns. "I want this as much as you do, Bunny," he promised.

"So let's go have some fun, shall we?" he asked, pulling out onto the highway.

You slipped your hand into his, the drive was only about 30 minutes. Even with the short distance it seemed like you were far, far away from anyone and anything. The afternoon sun was dwindling quickly over the horizon. It made you wonder if Anakin had done alittle research and a lot of planning before enacting this ambush on you.

“Look at me bunny.” Anakin said softly.

“Safe word is red okay? You say red and every thing stops immediately. Understand?”

“Yes.” You nodded giving him a little smile.

“Good.” He agreed with a kiss to your forehead. His eyes bright and sparkling with this new brand of adrenaline. “Here’s the plan.”

“Once we get out of this truck, you’re the pretty little victim and I’m the big scary killer.” He teased, though he held a serious tone behind the playful words.

“Is that okay? I won’t talk like myself, I’m gonna do my best to be mean and scary okay?”

“Yeah that’s okay,” You blushed at the thought.

“I want you to run. I’ll give you a pretty good head start. Don’t look behind you until you hit the tree line okay?” He grinned.

“Okay I can do that.” You giggled, the reality of your situation kicking in as you began to realize Anakin *had* done his research. He really did want to do this just as much as you did.

“I’ve got a mask.” He pulled out the hockey mask from his bag. “A rope, a knife, and a bandanna. Are these things okay? It’s a real knife, it’s one of the kitchen knives.”

“Yeah.” You nodded, biting your lip as you looked at him, already imagining him in character. “yeah that’s all okay.”

“Do you want me to cut you?” He asked, staring you in the eyes.

“M-maybe alittle.” You nodded, your expression turned serious again. “just not where anyone else can see okay?”

“Got it babydoll. I promise.” He said gently.

“Okay.” You smiled, nervous but so so excited.

“I’m gonna put my hair up.” You giggled. Tying your hair up in a ponytail.

Anakin watched you, a mix of excitement and protectiveness in his eyes. "You look so fucking hot," he muttered, his voice low and rough.

"Alright, princess," he said, his voice now deep and menacing. He grabbed the hockey mask, and held it in your direction to point at you.

"Get out of the truck and run as fast as you can. Don't look back until you reach the tree line." He paused, reaching for the knife, sheathing it on his hip. Shoving the rope in his hoodie pocket, the bandanna in his jeans pocket.

"Remember, red means stop. Whatever happens from here on out, I'll make sure you're safe."

You watched him put the mask on, heart pounding in your chest as you unbuckled your seatbelt and stepped out of the truck into the cooling dusk air. Anakin got out of the truck on his side, looking over at you and nodding his head.

“Run.” He snarled, his features completely hidden by the mask and distorting his voice a bit more than you’d anticipated.

Your only light source was the setting sun and rising moon as you booked it through the field, keeping your eyes forward as your heart beat quickly. You reached the tree line and finally looked back, seeing Anakin running at a full sprint toward you. The prey instinct in your hindbrain kicked into overdrive and adrenaline flooded like ice through your veins.

You froze for a moment until you heard what could only be described as a psychotic laugh ripped through Anakin’s chest. Finally back to your senses you turned on your toes and started running again, only to be tripped by your own feet.

You steadied yourself quickly and recovered your pace after a sharp squeal left you when your knees hit the ground. Your burst of fear driven speed surprised you, but only fueled Anakin’s laughter. You weren’t sure if he was laughing as himself or as the character he was playing, either way… it was terrifying.

You made the mistake of looking back again and realized how quickly he was gaining on you. He had given you a generous headstart for a good reason. Like he’d anticipated you’d fawn instead of flee.

How did he know that?

Anakin was closing the gap, his breath heavy but not labored as he chased after you. You wondered what his eyes looked like behind that mask. Would they be familiar? Or would they be akin to a cold blooded killer?

You stumbled as you whipped your head back to the path ahead and he lunged forward, wrapping his arm around your chest and tackling you to the ground with a heavy thump.

The mask hid his grin as he pinned you down with his body weight, but you could * feel * it. The satisfaction he felt at catching his trophy was palpable, now… now you weren’t completely certain your Anakin was really there behind that hard plastic mask.

"Caught you bitch." He growled, his voice remained menacing. "You're mine now."

You struggled against him, the sides of your fists not even coming close to making contact with his chest. His grip on you was painful, bruising and just what you wanted.

“N-no!” You whimpered. So incredibly turned on by his aggression.

He was surprisingly great at this role, he was doing everything perfectly as if he’d done it before. A nagging thought tickled your mind, what if? But he gave you no time to consider it.

“No?” He laughed, rolling you underneath him so that your face was pressed into the forest floor. His knee pressing down on your back as he roughly tied your arms together behind your back with a practiced ease.

“No! Please!” He mocked you in a whiny impression of your voice.

“Pathetic.” He hissed.

You fought harder, wriggling and trying to get out of his grasp. His hand gripped your ponytail with enough force to make your scalp sting, yanking your head back.

“Stop fucking moving.” He growled as brought his lips to your ear, then he let go of your hair cruelly letting you face plant into the dirt.

“Ow!” You whined in pain, it actually did hurt. Not bad, just enough to make you see stars and feel heat bloom across your cheek.

“P-please! Stop!”

He laughed, the sound gritty and almost unrecognizable. He used both hands to roughly tug your jeans down your thighs, using the knife to cut your underwear off.

You wriggled and squirmed, panting helplessly as all your movement did was undress you further. Your jeans bunched around your knees, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to whatever he had planned for you.

Anakin's breaths were ragged, his heart pounding in sync with yours as he stood over you. Lightly tapping your hip with the toe of his shoe.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch," He snarled. "You made me work for it."

He took the knife, running it down your side, as he kneeled beside you. Forcibly turning your head to make you look at him. He trailed the knife along the back of your thighs, leaving tiny threads of red behind.

"Now you're gonna pay for your insolence." His voice was harsh and cold with an undeniable lust hidden beneath.

“No! No I’ll do anything I swear!” You cried out. Kicking and fighting against him as best as you could.

You heard him taking off his belt, felt him shoving his jeans down and even the familiar grunt as he pulled out his cock.

“I told you to shut your fucking mouth didn’t I?” He snapped at you.

Gripping his belt tightly in his hands he cracked the leather across your ass hard, causing you to scream out in pain.

“Stupid whore.” He scoffed. “what did I just say? You want it again?”

“N-no! Fuck that hurt!” You yelled.

“God you really are stupid aren’t you?” He laughed, cracking the leather down on your red ass cheeks again.

This time you were able to bite down on your lip and suppress the loud crying moan that tried to escape. You knew the tender flesh of your bottom lip would definitely be an angry red for the next few days as a taste of blood hit your tongue.

“That’s better.” He scoffed.

Pumping his cock a few times behind you before spreading your ass cheeks wide and smacking your hip hard to get you to lift up just a bit.

He set his sights on your incredibly drenched pussy. The view might make a weaker man cum on the spot, but Anakin wasn’t a weak man. He’d made that very clear today.

“Never seen you so fucking wet.” He whispered, in awe of the dripping mess you’d made of your cunt. The momentary break of character that you weren’t supposed to hear reassured you that it was definitely still Anakin under that mask.

Anakin's cock twitched, his eyes locked on your pulsing hole, watching it flutter around nothing. He chuckled and spit on his hand before rubbing it on the head of his cock. Letting out a low groan as he tugged on his balls for good measure.

"You're going to take this like a good little slut," He growled, lining up his thickness with your entrance. "And you're not going to fucking scream."

With a low hiss he thrust into you, your body protesting the sudden intrusion with a jerk. You failed to listen to his command and let out a muffled cry behind closed lips as he sank deep inside your heat.

"Quiet, bitch," he warned, pulling back and thrusting again, setting a rough rhythm. "Or I'll really give you somethin’ to cry about.”

You couldn’t help yourself, you whimpered and moaned and drooled in spite of his warnings. The feeling of being taken so roughly, but knowing you were safe… was intoxicating. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt.

Anakin moved suddenly and you saw a flash of red before he yanked back your head, shoving the bandanna in your mouth to use as a gag.

You coughed and gagged on the dry fabric as he forced it in your mouth. Anakin's thrusts became more frantic, his hips moving in quick, hard strokes. With the gag in place you let yourself be loud, there was no point in staying quiet right? If you were heard it would be * his * fault for not properly securing your gag.

"Dirty little thing aren’t you? Filthy. You like this don’t you!? Huh?" He snarled, slapping your ass hard with his free hand. "Scream for me, you fucking whore. No body can hear you. No body is coming to help you."

You moaned into the gag, body trembling as he pounded into you relentlessly. Each slap of skin against wetness echoed in the still night air, punctuating your defilement.

"C’mon, you can fight harder than that." He growled, grinding against you he placed one hand on your lower back and used it as leverage to hold you in place.

He laughed loudly, clearly enjoying the power trip he was on. He’d never fucked you like this before, he’d been rough yes… but this? This was blinding. Hot, white, blinding pleasure that spilled over into pain.

“So fucking tight.” He groaned. “pitiful little pussy. Bet you were a virgin weren’t you?”

You whimpered, the bandanna in your mouth wet from saliva. Tears dripping down your cheeks from his rough treatment. Your legs shaking violently as he fucked you into the dirt.

And he expected you to speak?

“Answer me.” He demanded, ripping the fabric from your mouth, the suddenness of it being pulled from your throat made you gag violently.

“C’mon. Talk to me. You’ve been dying to fucking talk and now you’ve got nothin’ to say?”

“Y-yes.” You sobbed, unable to form more than a few words. “Virgin.”

“Oh I knew it. Fuckin’ knew it.” He groaned.

Anakin's thrusts grew more furious, his cock sliding in and out of your tight ‘virgin’ pussy with each word grunt and groan that fell from his pretty lips. His hand gripped your hair, pulling your head back when you started squirming out from under him again.

"You think you can get away from me? Think you can run? You’re mine now, bitch." He spat, slapping the side of your face. "I own your little cunt now."

You cried harder from the pain, tears streaming down your dirt streaked face as he continued to pound into you without mercy.

"No one else is gonna touch you. No one else is gonna have you." He growled, his words thick with possession.

“Gonna take you home. Tie you up.” He grunted. “Fuck you whenever I want.”

“No one’s gonna miss you are they?” He laughed, “Just a worthless little nobody aren’t you? Yeah, you are.”

“That’s okay though sweetheart.” He cooed, sweetness laced with venom. “I want you. I want you all to myself, show you that all you’re good for is this.”

He spit, ripping his mask off to bite you hard, leaving clear teeth marks on your shoulder. The mask hit the ground near your head and you stared at it with big wide red-rimmed eyes as a violent orgasm ripped through you. Your cunt spasmed around him, slick leaking out and coating your thighs.

The squelching noises filled you with a new wave of embarrassment and fresh tears wetted your cheeks. You might’ve been done, but Anakin wasn’t. He had no plans of stopping now, this wasn’t over until he said it was.

“Stop! Please oh god.” You whined, scrunching your nose up as your body vibrated from the overstimulation.

“Stop? Oh you don’t mean that.” He moaned. “you just fucking creamed all over my cock.”

“Don’t lie to me. You know you like it.” He snickered, you could hear the grin gracing his lips.

“No! No! Please! I don’t!” You struggled, trying to get out of your bindings, the rope digging further into your wrists. “Please stop!”

“Fuck toys don’t talk.” He growled.

Anakin shifted his weight, now leaning with his forearm across your back, his sharp elbow cutting into the muscle to give himself an extra edge to his brutality. You thought he was comfortable in his position, but you were wrong. This was just a transition period.

His arm slid up your back to wrap your hair around his fist, exposing your neck and pining you in place.

A glint of sliver shined in your peripheral, followed by the cool metal blade of his knife on the soft skin of your throat. He had the flat side pressed firmly beneath your Adam’s apple. Anakin's thrusts grew more frantic, his cock sliding in and out of your tight, weeping pussy as he held the knife.

"One word," he growled, his eyes dark with lust and dominance. "And you’ll wish you were dead."

You whimpered, body shaking as you struggled against my bindings. Your cunt clenched around him, milking his cock with each powerful thrust.

"Make me cum, bitch." He snarled, his breathing labored. "Or I’ll slit your fucking throat right here."

His words sent a jolt of electricity through you. This was sick, you were sick. How could you possibly like this? Being threatened with a knife against your throat? You didn’t know, didn’t understand and maybe didn’t even want to. Maybe the logistics behind the thrill of this was better off unexplored. You decided then and there you would never let yourself explore that nagging little ‘what if’ about Anakin too.

His grip on the knife tightened, his thrusts becoming harder with each passing second. You controlled your breathing as best you could. Trying desperately not to move as another orgasm washed over your tired body. Your entire being vibrating with the intense energy, cunt spasming around his twitching member, leaking and dripping slick all over again.

“That's it," Anakin growled, his hips moving faster and harder, growing sloppy. His breathing ragged as he felt himself nearing the finish line. "C’mon, make me fucking cum and I’ll let you live."

"You're gonna say thank you after I cum. You hear me?" He snarled, biting the nape of your neck roughly like a dog in heat.

His balls tightened up, his cock pulsating inside you. Your pussy tightly enveloping him, feeling every twitch and jerk.

You squeaked as the cool blade dragged across your throat in a way that felt alittle too real, a little to close to being sliced open. Though you breathed a sigh of relief as the knife now pressed into your shoulder blade. The sharp tip popping through your skin.

“Gonna put a little ‘A’ right here. You want that? Answer me!” He asked through clenched teeth, staving off his orgasm in favor of torturing you.

“No! Please it hurts!” You screamed, the pain bringing you so incredibly close to cumming again.

He let out a familiar whine, followed by a choked moan as he carved the first letter of his name into your unblemished shoulder.

“You should’ve kept still. Now it’s crooked.” He scoffed.

You screamed out in pleasure, hiccuping as you tried to catch your breath. Anakin’s cock throbbing inside your abused walls. You whimpered as an overwhelming orgasm took hold of you. Your body convulsing in a way it never had before, with Anakin never slowing his hard albeit mess pace. He laughed as he watched your bound hands clasp themselves together as you held your breath.

The dam broke and you squirted, making a mess of yourself and him. You could feel the hot wet liquid dripping down your legs, hear it sloshing and squelching with each thrust.

Anakin’s laugh cut off into a choked groan, his cock jerking violently inside you as he came. His thrusts becoming wild and erratic, his body shaking with the force of his release.

"Fuck," he growled, collapsing against you as he finished. "You're a fucking mess, aren’t you?"

You sobbed into the dirt, body still trembling from the intense orgasm. Your pussy clenching around his softening cock, milking him for every last drop of cum.

"That’s right. Good girl.” He moaned, slowly pumping in and out of your swollen and well used cunt.

“Atta girl. You’re a good fuck so long as you keep your mouth shut.” Anakin let out a pained whine as he pulled out of you, leaving your pussy gaping and filled with his seed.

He cut the rope from your wrists and hissed when he saw the red marks. He broke character again for the simple fact that he felt terribly about accidentally hurting you. It was one thing to do it purposely, but this was unacceptable, he chided himself for tying you too tightly under his breath. He leaned down to kiss each wrist gently before tapping your ass with his hand.

“Get up. All fours.” He growled. Back to playing your big scary killer.

You sniffled, doing as he said as quickly as you could even though your body felt weak and jittery.

“Fuck.” He groaned spreading your ass cheeks apart, his thumbs keeping your pussy lips spread so that he could see his hard work; the mess he’d made of you.

He dove into your slick, reddened folds. His tongue laving and sucking your clit. He moaned and whined like he was the one getting pleasured. He shoved his tongue into your hot, raw hole and licked his cum out of you, mumbling dirty words with each breath.

"You taste so fucking good." He groaned, his voice muffled. "So wet and fuckin’ messy. I love it."

You whimpered, his tongue darting in and out of your still-throbbing cunt, tasting the evidence of your rough sex.

"You’re gonna be mine forever." He growled, his words slurred with lust. "No one else is ever gonna touch you again."

His fingers found your entrance, teasingly playing with it before sliding inside, stretching you open again. Your body trembled, pussy clenching around him in protest of his reentry. He leaned forward licking the trickles of blood from your shoulder and gathering it in his mouth. He sat back on his heels and then spit the mixture of his cum, his spit and your blood into your pussy, gently shoving it inside with his fingers.

The act was filthy. Disgusting. But so fucking hot, so sexy, so much so that your pussy contracted around his fingers again. Alittle bit of squirt dribbling out as your body shook. Anakin's eyes darkened as he felt you clench around his fingers once again.

"Fuck." He grumbled, hid grip on your hips tightening. "You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?"

You sobbed, body trembling with the impending orgasm or maybe just from the humiliation. Who knows? At this point you couldn’t tell left from right.

"You just want to get used and ruined, don’t you?" He growled, his fingers thrusting in and out of you. "So fucking ready for it. So desperate for a cock like mine to take care of you."

His words sent you over the edge, body shaking as you came yet again. Your pussy fluttering around his fingers, dribbles of liquid leaking down his hand.

“N-no more.” You whimper, begging for a break.

“Oh poor thing.” He laughed. “it just feels so good that it hurts huh?”

“Y-yes.” You cried, sniffling. Your arms weak and wobbly.

“You’ll get used to it.” He said pulling out his fingers and roughly smacking your pussy with his hand.

You screamed, a choked whimpering sob. You were beyond sensitive, you could feel how swollen you were. But even through the pain, a jolt of pure pleasure shot through your core.

“Get up.” He growled, tucking himself back into his jeans, pulling you to your feet by the hair.

He shoved you against a tree and barked out the instruction for you to stay there. He picked up the knife and bandanna, kicking the ruined rope aside and shoving the ripped panties in his pocket. He grabbed his belt and cracked it against your ass hard one last time before putting his belt back on.

“You didn’t say thank you.” He reminded you.

“Say thank you. Ungrateful bitch.”

M’sorry!” You whimpered. “th-thank you. Thank you.”

“That’s better.” He grunted, yanking your jeans back up and leaving them unbuttoned. The fabric wet and sticky from all the abuse.

“Turn around. Can’t leave those gorgeous tits without any attention right?” He chuckled darkly.

He grabbed your chin examining your face when you slowly turned around. His other hand pulling up your shirt.

“Still pretty. Even after all that.” He said softly a small glimpse at your Anakin, not this brutal character he played. But it was gone quicker than you could blink.

"Beautiful." Anakin murmured, his eyes lingering on your tits before he leaned in to lick and kiss each one. "You’re gonna be so pretty covered in bruises, huh?"

Your breath hitched, nipples pebbling as he sucked and licked at them. His hands cupping and squeezing your breasts roughly, leaving red marks on the soft skin.

He bit down and pulled your nipples with his teeth causing you to yelp in pain. Eliciting a dark laugh from him.

“C’mon,” He grumbled. “let’s get going. I’ve got plans for my new whore.”

He grabbed the back of your neck and shoved you forward, making you stumble and almost trip. You stayed silent other than your sniffling and wiping your nose and eyes as you walked on jelly legs.

"Don't think you're done." Anakin growled, his grip on your neck tightening as you walked. "I’ll never be done with you."

His free hand grabbed your ass, squeezing it roughly before letting go. His eyes never leaving the path ahead.

"You owe me. You know that? A lifetime of obedience and gratitude." He laughed, pushing your forward again. “I could’ve killed you and I didn’t. That’s called a life debt baby.”

You nodded, seeing the truck in the field and breathing a sigh of relief knowing you wouldn’t have to walk much further.

“Almost there.” He said plainly.

Once you reached the truck he opened the door and helped you inside gently. Giving you a soft kiss on the cheek.

He walked around to his side and shoved the items along with his hockey mask down inside the bag. Tossing it to the floor board as he climbed in beside you, pulling you against his chest in a comforting, soothing hug. You sighed, leaning into him. His warmth and closeness comforting you.

"Good girl." Anakin whispered into your hair, his voice softening. He kissed the top of your head gently. "You did so good. I love you doll. I love you so so much."

"Hang tight, baby. We’ll get you cleaned up and back home soon enough." He murmured, his hand resting on your thigh reassuringly.

You gripped his shirt, there was something thrilling about his possessiveness, his control over you. “I love you too Ani.” You whispered, voice shaky.

Once the short drive was over he helped you out of his truck, turning around and leaning forward to give you a piggy back ride to the house.

You sighed thankfully and climbed up. Hugging around his neck and inhaling his comforting scent. Nuzzling into his neck as he carried you into your home. Locking the front door behind him. He softly sat you on the couch, giving you a gentle forehead kiss.

Wordlessly he went to the kitchen and got himself and you a glass of water. Placing the cup in your shaking hands, making sure you drank some before he chugged down his.*

“You okay babydoll?” He asked, pulling you into his lap. “that was pretty intense.”

“I-I’m okay.” You nodded. “y-yeah it w-was intense.”

You gave him a soft smile. “It was fun though… I’m just gonna be really, really sore.”

"You’re so fucking precious.” He murmured, nuzzling your neck. "All worn out and sore, but still smiling at me."

"We'll take it slow next time, okay?" He whispered in your ear, kissing your temple softly. "You tell me when you’re ready for sex again baby. I’m not gonna ask until you come to me.”

You nodded, sighing contentedly. Your head resting against his chest as he held you close, breathing slowly returning to normal.

“Are you glad I read your diary now?”

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So I gotta ask, do you have any headcannons(or cannons I guess since you're the author) about Melanie and Anakin that you can share without spoilers to much.

I'm going through Rewrite the stars withdrawal lol

Awww, thank you so very much for the ask, dear! (And so sorry again about your Rewrite the Stars withdrawal. 😭 Things have been crazyyy in my life. My bro was in the hospital for a while, but he’s okay now though. Also just me fighting my never ending depression spells 🙃). 😅😂

I would be happy to offer some “head” canons! Or canons, technically, as you said. 😂 Lol.

Essentially, this has become like one big, long SW meta analysis and meta analysis on my SW fic, Rewrite the Stars, and Anakin and Melanie’s characters. Sorry for the long response. 😭 I got really into explaining my thoughts. Haha.

I’ll put this under a read more, as it’s VERYYY long:

I’ll just say that the entire reason I started this story is because well, I wanted a fix it fic of course. 😂 But also just because I wanted to write this kind of grand, epic tale in general, just like Star Wars is supposed to be.

A lot of fics I’ve seen like this completely demonize the Jedi most of the time and blame them for their own genocide. And the ones that don’t, also flip it the complete opposite way around and demonize Anakin to where he’s nothing but a cackling demon who kicks puppies for fun (and well… would he do that AFTER the prequel trilogy when he’s in his emo Darth Vader era? Probably. 😂 But he wouldn’t be CACKLING while doing it. He’d be very bitter and callous about it, because Anakin likes to take out his anger on the world when he’s in pain, so by GOD the entire galaxy is gonna be in pain along with him).

But anyways, I’m kinda getting off track.

My point is: the whole reason I started my SW fic is because I wanted to write the type of epic, grand tale of a fic that I’ve been looking for that treats all of its characters with love and respect while ALSO still calling out their flaws and allowing them to grow. That includes everyone: Anakin, Padmé, Ahsoka, Barriss, Mace, Obi-Wan, Dooku, Satine, etc—EVERYONE.

I feel like fandom has become this toxic environment where if you’re criticizing a character, then… (le gasp 😱)… you don’t really LIKE themmm. (Untrue. 😂).

I love, love, LOVE Anakin. He is my hot, insane, child killing bastard of a mans.

… But I also hate him too. 😭😂

I HATE what he’s done and what he believes in after the war and how he just wallows like a child in his pain. I HATE how selfish he is (while at the same time heavily relate to his fear of death and losing those he loves to them dying/growing older). And I also HATE how damn close he was to making a better choice, but he DIDN’T, because in the end, it didn’t MATTER if Anakin technically knew the ‘right’ way to act. He purposely went against it, because he was just too selfish to let go of Padmé (he kinda did a self fulfilling prophecy with her death, but we’re not gonna talk about that part right now), and so he decided his happiness meant more than the entire galaxy, and burned down his childhood home like a school shooter and helped genocide his friends just for the CHANCE to save his wife.

And all of this, in the usual fics I’ve seen, can somehow be undone, just by changing a few little moments in Anakin’s life where he doesn’t get his feelings hurt: ie; Obi-Wan faking his death, Ahsoka leaving the Order/being framed by Barriss, or Mace/Qui-Gon/whoever-the-fuck-you-want-to-say being assigned as his Master instead of Obi-Wan.

And just… no. 😂

As shown through this wonderful SW blog here:

Anakin doesn’t do what he did because, oh, “This, this, and THIS happened to him”, and if you take that away and help him avoid it, he’ll suddenly change and be all warm and fuzzy inside and won’t burn the whole fucking galaxy just because HE cannot handle Padmé (MAYBE) dying and leaving him alone (when he wouldn’t even really BE alone, but Anakin also clearly puts Padmé/romantic love above all else. He might care for his friends and family, but he’d throw them all under the bus if it came down to the wire between them and Padmé). This is something I will go into in the fic as Anakin slowly starts to take a look at himself as he realizes: “wait… wtf? Do I even KNOW what Rex does outside of work? 🤔😨” for him to realize that he’s so obsessive over one person… that everyone else is slowly becoming put to the wayside.

Stopping one or two little things in Anakin’s life during the Clone Wars isn’t going to magically make him see the light and not be a currently ticking time bomb.

That is not how change WORKS. Not REAL change anyway. All of the fics I’ve seen written, usually hand wave a lot of Anakin’s misdeeds and flaws away, and pretend like if you hold Anakin’s hand through certain parts of the war and help him avoid THESE certain moments, that he’ll suddenly just magically become a better person who understands what being selfless and less greedy actually means.

That… is not true change. TRUE change is Anakin HIMSELF realizing slowly but surely as the war goes on that he’s slowly becoming someone he doesn’t recognize in the mirror anymore (*cough* Mel line drop from upcoming chapter? 👀✨ *cough*). TRUE change is Anakin HIMSELF working through his flaws and inner demons, before he gradually begins to realize with a sense of sickening horror that he has been WRONG: ie; massacring an entire Tusken village down to the last child while never telling another soul except Padmé about it and whistling happily to himself without a care in the world as the war rages on.

TRUE change (as you might’ve started to guess from the most recent chapter of my fic) is Anakin HIMSELF slowly but surely starting to question his actions, by comparing them to other people he respects and cares for.

Which brings us to your question on “headcanons”.

The entire purpose of the relationship between Melanie and Anakin (besides me living vicariously through her 😂) is that they are a MIRROR for each other.

Melanie and Anakin, while very different, aren’t COMPLETE and total opposites. There are purposeful parallels between them: their moms, their care of droids, their fear of losing those they love to death, and the PURPOSEFUL CHOICE GIVEN TO MELANIE BY THE SHOPKEEPER 👀 that parallels the choice Anakin is given at the end of ROTS by Palpatine himself in their choice to help the galaxy or be selfish and choose themselves/their own wants instead.

There is a quote I have based their relationship off of. I will share it here (if you are still with me, because I know I ramble a lot 😅😂):

People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake.

—Elizabeth Gilbert

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Melanie and Anakin are meant to have parallel journeys, even though their personalities are very different. But it’s more than that: their fatal flaws are in direct conflict with each other.

Anakin’s fatal flaw is: greed/selfishness.

Melanie’s fatal flaw is: fear/judgement.

BUT as they are forced into working together… the more they interact with each other… the more their fatal flaws are FORCED to be challenged by the other.

Anakin’s more selfish nature is challenged more and more by just being in Melanie’s presence and watching how she acts with complete compassion and selflessness in certain situations, which makes him slowly start to look at himself internally and take a look at his own actions and thoughts, gradually beginning to realize how selfish he’s slowly become without even realizing it.

Melanie, in turn, has the purposeful flaw of judgment, which can make her self righteous at times (even if she IS correct most of the time 😂), and also the flaw of fear, which as readers have seen, makes her a bit more cautious than she should be in her actions on trying to outsmart Palpatine to save the galaxy.

It’s kind of ironic: just being AROUND Anakin slowly begins to challenge Melanie’s fatal flaws (since she was completely fucking terrified of him the very first moment she realized she was in the SW universe and realized Anakin/Darth Vader was real now 😂). She sees things in such a black and white way at first, but as time goes on, Anakin’s need to be gentle with her and prove himself to Mel, makes her question her judgment with him, which allows her the ability to give him a chance. In turn, just being in his PRESENCE challenges her other fatal flaw on fear, since he’s a walking nightmare PTSD trigger for her pounding heart (and not always in the fun way 👀💓❤️‍🔥☠️😂).

Anyway, my point is that they aren’t just meant to be together romantically to be TOGETHER. It’s because I have purposefully tried to develop a romantic slow burn relationship that comes with my story to weave itself against the original theme of Rewrite the Stars, which is this: TRUE change and atonement/redemption.

Anakin physically CANNOT get closer to Mel, until he forced himself to take a step back and give her some space. If he wants to get anywhere with her, he HAS to start looking internally at himself to try and change and be more gentle with her.

Melanie, in turn, CANNOT outsmart Palpatine and win the war without Anakin’s help and working together with him over the next three years of The Clone Wars. She HAS to get past her judgment and allow herself to swallow her terror enough to give him a chance, because she NEEDS him to win.

This is a chess match between her and Palpatine, remember? And if you lose the king, you lose the game.

ANAKIN is the king. 👀

I bet you can’t guess what chess piece Melanie is. 😂 Lol.

Anyway, I feel like I’ve done a whole lot of taking in circles (sorry about that 😅), because I wanted to go ahead and explain my whole process for this fic while I had the time, so I can also refer this post if I ever need to again.

Now! Getting into some more FUN Stuff:

Idk if you’ve looked up my fic on Wattpad, but I have a lot of cool graphics posted there from my mind and from other artists/authors that have gifted me such wonderful cover art ( @shoniwake ! 👀✨❤️), and in a certain subsection, I have a whole playlist page dedicated as a type of ‘outline’ for the entire story of my fic (fair warning, it’s a lot 😅), just because I think it helps me with planning stuff out.

I won’t tell you all of them, of course. But I’ll share a few of my favorite songs that I always think are the PERFECT songs for Melanie and Anakin’s relationship and their slow burn romantic development. 😭🥺💔❤️💕✨

Innocence by Nathan Wagner

Stronger Together by Lou & SQVARE

Now I See by Lou & SQVARE

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I love these three songs so much, because of their theme of two people coming together as a team and/or learning to open up their hearts to the other and to help the other person the see world in a different way. 🥹❤️💕

This is basically what I want for Melanie and Anakin. Their relationship isn’t just about having a romance in the story (although that’s part of it. Haha 😂💕). It’s about how their relationship meshes in with the rest of the themes of the story: TRUE change and growth into something better.

Melakin is purposely written to be in direct contrast to Anidala (which is still written with care and not erasing their genuine affection, by the way! I think it’s extremely lazy writing to write a canon relationship OOC just to prop up your OC’s own), which shows the difference between a more healthy developing relationship that is based on genuine care and respect (Melakin) and in contrast with one that is more based around idealizing the other person/ignoring their faults and putting them up on a pedestal that is sure to lead to disappointment (Anidala).

This is, as you know from reading the fic, slowly starting to be shown in how Anidala acts with each other in their trash fire (in my opinion! Don’t kill meeee! 🙌😂) of a marriage, which has them basically talking past each other/not really caring about anything that isn’t SPECIFICALLY RELEVANT to the other person (ie; them. Not anything with their family or job. Just THEM. Because while the love is genuine, it’s also eerily obsessive, which was GL’s whole point of them being star crossed lovers that burn out from their own flawed choices in regards to being together and trying to have it all).

This is also shown in my fic with Melakin vs Anidala contrasting each other in Anakin’s choices and how he interacts with them. Anakin REMEMBERS stuff about Mel’s life and choices that really he has no need to care about, but he does anyway. In contrast, there is a scene in the latest chapter of my SW fic where Anakin forgets a very… important member… of Padmé’s family 😭 (If you know, you know 👀🫣😬). 😂

I guess what I’m saying is is that I’m trying to not PREACH to the readers of my fic. I’m trying to write scenes that SHOW them what I believe to be true in regards to Anidala’s toxic relationship/the Jedi being scapegoats that everyone cruelly blames for their own genocide/how the Jedi culture might not be how THE READERS want to live, but it doesn’t change the fact that it IS a valid culture/way to live, and it doesn’t deserve to be eradicated just because you don’t understand/like/agree with it.

I’m trying to lead up into the themes and lessons of my fic as I go along, is what I’m saying. 😂 Which is a really heavy feat, considering how long it’ll end up being as a grand, epic tale. 😩

And a big part of the theme of my SW Fic: genuine change and growth into something better than you were before (ie; TRUE redemption) cannot happen to Anakin as easily as some of the time travel fix-it fics/other fix-it fics I’ve seen written on A03 before. Changing a few little things so Anakin doesn’t have to deal with a few moments in his life is not GENUINE and TRUE change. What that is is essentially placation. It’s PLACATING and CODDLING someone dangerous, which allows them (for the MOMENT) to calm down, because they are generally happy and have the things they want and aren’t under stress like Anakin was in the ending of ROTS when there was nobody there to hold his hand for him to ‘guide’ him in the right direction.

For TRUE change and redemption to happen for Anakin, he has to admit to himself that he was WRONG.

He has to ADMIT and ACKNOWLEDGE that actions he has taken are horrific (the Tusken Massacre), and accept people’s/the Jedi’s judgment on it without becoming defensive and acting like he’s being unfairly attacked and punished for something not that big of a deal. He has to ADMIT and ACKNOWLEDGE that his thought process has slowly but surely become corrupted over the years without him even realizing it, whether that’s from the war or Palpatine stroking his ego or from the trauma of his childhood making him cling to things too hard—it doesn’t really matter. He has to RECOGNIZE that he has become someone over the years that he can’t even recognize in the mirror in relation to that little nine year old boy on Tatooine (about how selfish he has become), and what he can do to change that.

I know some fans will think I am attacking Anakin and that I hate him or something (and well… I DO hate him… but I also love him 🫣☠️❤️😂), but that is not the case. I LOVE Anakin’s character and truly relate to him on such a deep level in terms of how terrified he is of losing the people he loves to death. I can recognize myself and some of my worst fears deeply in him.

However, at the same time, I can also acknowledge that Anakin’s trauma from his childhood (from slavery/his mother dying in front of him), has essentially made his entire personality completely self serving. Because yes, Anakin can care about other people. He cares about and loves his friends. He’d do anything he could to keep them from harm (at least in TCW era 🥶☠️), but the hard truth is… he doesn’t think of his relationships and saving them from death in terms of what his LOVED ONES deserve or what THEY will lose if they die. He thinks about it in terms of what HE will lose if they die.

He straight up says it in the scene with Mace and then the scene with Palpatine: He NEEDS to keep Palpatine (who he KNOWS is an evil Sith Lord) alive, because it’s the only way he can keep Padmé alive. HE can’t live without HER.

There’s genuine love there. I am not denying that. Anakin isn’t a cackling villain like Palpatine (it’s the whole reason Anakin CAN be talked into coming back to the Light Side by Luke, whereas Palpatine would melt Luke’s fucking face off without hesitation if he tried). He cares and loves his family and friends and wife and kids… in a TOXIC way. In an OBSESSIVE way. In a way that is essentially all about HIM: ie; selfish.

Example 1:

Out of context, this sounds very romantic and simply just a reasonable amount of worry. But in relation to all the other things Anakin will end up saying while referring to Padmé as essentially a possession, I’m placing it here anyway as perhaps a sign of his darkening thoughts.

Example 2:

Yes, yes, I knowwww… some of you ladies will be like: 🥺💔 at the sad murder puppy moment. And I suppose it’s still very evil wet cat bastard level/blorbo of him in a intoxicating way for people who want to feel loved—at the same time, he’s essentially saying: look, man, I don’t care if I gotta murder some kids and betray my friends and descend the galaxy and Republic into darkness (which I know my wife will be fucking horrified at). It’s very important that I DO NOT have to deal with this pain, okay?? 😭 Everyone else can be in pain, but not meeee. I’ll crush and stab my friends in the back just so I won’t be left alone from my wife dying.

Very sad. Very wet cat villain blorbo of him.

And yet—VERY selfish and evil. 😭🤷‍♀️👀😂

He’s essentially saying—fuck the galaxy. Let me get mine, and I’ll go home. ☠️

Example 3:

This one’s pretty obvious. By this point, he’s lost his shit. His mind’s already cracking at the seams as he tries to keep justifying the actions he’s taken, which will eventually lead into his 20 year long dissociation where he essentially goes, “Nahhh, that wasn’t meee. That was DARTH VADER. Anakin didn’t do that, because ANAKIN is still a good person (he mutters to himself over and over like a maniac at night in his emo villain lair), whereas I AM THE DARK INCARNATE. 😌🖤” so he doesn’t have to admit to himself that HE—yes, THAT he, Anakin fucking Skywalker—has become an actual terrible fucking person with no heart. 🤷‍♀️😭😬

I don’t see why this is so hard for SW fandom to get. It’s a METAPHOR George Lucas uses to say Darth Vader killed Anakin (and also just a way to plug up the plot hole of what Obi-Wan originally told Luke in the first movie). It doesn’t mean that Anakin’s consciousness is sleeping inside Vader’s head like a fucking cat. Lmao. 😭

Not only would that not make SENSE in terms of how GL wrote it, but it also just essentially makes Anakin’s ‘redemption’ (I don’t really view it as a true redemption. More like just the Christian version of salvation for his soul by the skin of his teeth. Although GL did say Anakin was redeemed in the eyes of LUKE only, because he said some crap about being redeemed in the eyes of our children) all but useless. 😭 You can’t say on one hand that Darth Vader’s ‘redemption’ is the most iconic one of all time, while at the same time saying on the other hand that “Anakin never did any of those things. It was DaRtH VaDeR! 🤪🤪🤪” because then you’re essentially absolving Anakin of all of his crimes while on the Dark Side, and if Anakin is absolved of all of his crimes… then wtf is there TO make him the most iconic ‘redemption’ of all time??? 😭🤷‍♀️ I mean, like—what IS there to ‘redeem’ at that point??? Ya can’t have both, kids. Lol. 😂

This is also essentially what Anakin wanted in terms of his relationship with Padmé and the Jedi Order. He wanted it ALL. He wanted BOTH. Sureee, he TALKED about quitting the Jedi Order eventually after the war to be with Padmé in a little space cottage. But could he WALK THE WALK? Could he really give up the thrill of chasing an enemy, or the twitch of his fingers in reaching for his lightsaber? 😑🤔 Me myself has some doubtssss.

He wanted it ALL. He wanted to be married while ALSO having the strength and power that came from being a Jedi Knight. He didn’t WANT to choose. He even SAYS it.

Example 4: Essentially this SW meme

He doesn’t want to CHOOSE. And it’s why it’s BS when it’s argued he was put in this position by the Council’s rules on marriage, because it’s LITERALLY just like a vow of a priest at a Catholic Church. They can’t marry either, just like the Jedi Order. BUT (unlike what fandom likes to believe), the Order isn’t some cult, and you are free to leave at any time (and hell, they’ll even build a statue after you leave, apparently, if the one they built of Dooku that’s in the Archives (I think) is anything to go by), just as a priest is free to leave the Catholic Church at any time. Because it’s a COMMITMENT to that place. And people might think it’s dumb/stupid/not like it—or even understand it! And you don’t HAVE to like something from a religion/culture/belief, or understand something, to still respect it (another theme drop for the next chapter of my SW fic? 👀😂).

So, what some people will probably wonder is—“But, Starbelt! (Le gasp 😱) Then how is the Jedi culture going to be respected in my fic, if Melakin is still endgame at the end of their slow, slow burn?”

And to that question, I say, “I am not a by-the-book-to-the-very-LETTER interpreter of the Jedi Code (although I’m not saying the code of an entire culture is gonna be ‘changed’ for legit one person/couple. Lmao. 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️😂), but I AM a Jedi lover who is of the belief that—even if you don’t completely AGREE or even UNDERSTAND the Jedi Order and their code—it shouldn’t matter. It shouldn’t be difficult to respect it. It shouldn’t be difficult to not scold a culture on their beliefs, while essentially saying that belief is the reason it is ‘good’ for The Force/galaxy that they were genocided as a ‘clean slate’. 😬🤦‍♀️☠️”

What I WILL say, is that I am going to explore the Jedi Order and the different interpretations of the Code and The Force in general in this fic, and what that means in terms of coexistence, instead of the frankly childish notion of just painting an entire culture as emotionless and wrong in their beliefs, like they are some kind of stuck up, snooty and rich culture that ‘deserved what they got’. 🙄🤦‍♀️😬☠️

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ANYWAY, back to my point with Anakin, and how my fic is trying to complete the most massive and epic of all writing tasks: making Anakin slowly change and grow out of his greed and selfishness into a better person in such an organic way, that perhaps may one day be compared with the likes of Zuko’s redemption from ATLA (I know, I knowww. Pretty high hopes for myself. Lol. 😂).

So, essentially, in the original “timeline” of ROTS, Anakin is freaking losing it, and since nobody is there to hold his hand, he descends right into the core selfishness that is buried inside of him, where he basically just decides, “Fuck it,” and throws all of his morals out the window so he can keep himself from the pain of losing Padmé (ie; it’s really about HIM and his fear, and not about Padmé deserving to live and see more beauty in the world) by cutting off Mace’s hand to stop him from killing Palpatine, because—in Anakin’s OWN words:

Example 5:

Like… 🤷‍♀️😭.

People like to sing “Lalalala,” and plug their ears by pretending Anakin is just so shocked in this scene (le gasp 😱) that Mace is being so UN-JEDI-LIKE, and that it just convinced him that the Jedi Order truly has been ‘corrupted’. 🤦‍♀️🙄

Now see… that might hold some water if Anakin literally didn’t scream “I NeEd HiM! 😡” at Mace like an unhinged five year old, which literally PROVES that the only reason Anakin wants Mace to keep Palpatine alive and not to kill the guy yet is because he needs to learn the super-secret-Dark-Side-magicy way of how to save himself from the pain of losing Padmé to dying in childbirth.

… Because like some may recall, Anakin LITERALLY beheaded Dooku himself all but like… what? 12 hours ago? 😭🤦‍♀️

Essentially, this meme:

So, essentially, what I’m getting at here is: Anakin is a goddamn hypocrite. 😂

Now, in relation to my SW fic? What I essentially am TRYING to accomplish, is to have Anakin slowly CHANGE HIMSELF as the war goes on and he interacts more with Melanie and witnesses her compassion, while in turn comparing her actions to his own.

Melanie isn’t supposed to ‘fix’ or ‘change’ Anakin. Anakin is supposed to be INSPIRED to change from how he grows to care and admire Mel’s choices and who she is inside her heart as the Clone Wars rages on.

I do all of this, so in the HOPES that when he is presented with this scene again, it makes perfect sense to all readers of my fic that his choice may become different—essentially choosing for ONCE, a more selfless route, out of no expectation that he will gain anything in return (that only happens with Luke like—20 years later—and it’s not like he had many other options at that point. 😭🤷‍♀️ Lol.).

(And as I said—MAY become different… 👀 After all, Melanie still has a long way to go before the end of the war… 👀)

But yeah—that’s my plans with my SW Anakin x OC Fic, Rewrite the Stars, and how I’m planning it and Melakin’s relationship to go. I placed a big feat on myself. 😂❤️💕

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If you wanna see some of my like… ideas/notes on what I have planned to eventually place in there somewhere, I will show you a few things, because it’s not really SPOILERS, since I already talk about the Jedi genocide a lot anyway (it drives me up the wall when SW fandom refers to it as ThE FaLl Of ThE jEdi 🤪🤪🤪). Guess it makes it easier to blame them all for their own deaths that way if you refer to their genocide and slaughter as a “fall”. 😭🙄 Idk. 🤷‍♀️

I also have some stuff with the history of Churches splitting into different factions (ie: The Great Schism of 1054), which I will be weaving in as a parallel at some point. 👀👀 I will not explain why, as that would be too spoilery, but I’m sure some of my more in depth analysis readers on my work could guess if they thought about it hard enough… 👀

There are also some comparisons on the Jedi genocide in the SW universe, and how it parallels the Air Nomad genocide in the ATLA universe pretty much to a T in terms of how fast it all happens in one day, and also how any survivors were hunted down and lured out with relics of their own culture, not to MENTION just the fact that both of these cultures are just non-western inspired in general (seriously, what is with people and killing monks in Temples? Lol. 🤷‍♀️😂). It’s also just an interesting comparison in general, because where the ATLA fandom usually is quite sympathetic to the Air Nomad genocide, on the other hand, the SW fandom is so nauseatingly nonchalant and cruel about the Jedi Order’s genocide that it’s almost downright weird. It’s almost like the SW fandom has this THING about never calling the Jedi’s “Fall 🙄” what it actually was—a horrific genocide. I swear to Godddd, SW fandom must be allergic to the word. 😂🤦‍♀️

I also threw in the ‘Hero’s journey’ thing I’ve been using for Melanie to try and make her a relatable protagonist, while also still having her own character arc along with Anakin’s. It was really important to me that she had her OWN arc away from Anakin, and that she had more connections and relationships in the SW universe than just him. Not only does it weaken her character if she had been made to be all about HIM, but it also just makes a certain… choice… 👀… with The Shopkeeper (her antagonist who parallels Palpatine, Anakin’s antagonist) hit all the more harder, because saving the ENTIRE GALAXY isn’t even about saving ANAKIN at all for her. Not at first, anyway.

Instead, from the very beginning, it’s all about how Melanie grows to care and feel compassion for the people she meets in the SW universe and becomes friends with, and how she cannot turn away from them and leave them behind to die, when she has knowledge that can help change their fates. It was SO important to me that Anakin is not even on Mel’s RADAR at first. She doesn’t hate him or anything. She doesn’t want him dead, but it’s not really about SAVING him either (if that happens along the way, it’s a happy bonus for her). Because—as you know—she’s TERRIFIED of him in the beginning, and just plans to avoid him like the plague.

And in doing so, she grows closer to others in the SW universe: Ahsoka, Rex, Yoda, Fives, Obi-Wan, all of the other clones, etc. ALL of that is so important for a certain choice she makes with The Shopkeeper (which I won’t spoil for any new readers who may stumble across this post and want to read my work 👀😂).

So, essentially, my fic is a grand, epic tale, that our main protagonist, Melanie Bains, is going on to save millions of lives in a galaxy far, far away from death and suffering.

No pressure, huh? 😂😬

That’s definitely going to crack and fracture at Mel’s psyche as time goes on… 🥶 The weight of such a feat on one’s shoulders essentially all alone becomes overwhelming. 😓💔 (*Cough* Hint for next chapter? 👀 *cough*).

So I’m really trying to follow that ‘Hero’s journey’ format. I already have her character arc outlined with a clear beginning and end. I just have to find the will to write the thousands and thousands of words to get there to that point. 😩😭😂

It still makes me so happy how many people relate and enjoy Mel. 😌🥹❤️💓🥰

Some planned themes I am going to weave in as the story goes along:

Example 1: Genocide

Air Nomad genocide propaganda from ATLA:

Jedi Order genocide propaganda (Not sure if it’s from before or after Order 66. Either way, it’s meant to rile the populace up against them and demonize the Jedi as ‘other’, like emotionless wizards that are barely human and aren’t capable of true compassion since they’re a ‘cult’ and not from ‘true’ familial structures, unlike the ‘good ol’ regular populace with their attachments 🤪’) from SW:

Example 2: Church factions splitting up/The Great Schism of 1054

Example 3: Hero’s Journey (Mel’s character arc)

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… Now, moving past that long meta ramble, here’s some more songs from my playlist on Wattpad for Melakin’s developing romantic relationship and it’s slow, slow burnnnn. 👀💓❤️‍🔥😂

Borderline by Florrie

Let Me In by Michael Corcoran

The Chain by Ingrid Michaelson

Minefields by Faouzia & John Legend

Unlike the previous songs in the earlier part of this meta post, THESE songs are more about Melakin struggling to open up to each other. I’ll admit, a lot of it is more focused on Anakin trying to get Melanie to open up to him, because he doesn’t understand why she’s acting so terrified of him at first.

The one song that’s more about both of them trying to find common ground is “Borderline”, which is meant to be them both reaching out and trying to meet each other halfway. 😊🥰🥺❤️💕

And if you’re wondering what my favorite song is out of all of them?

It’s the “Innocence by Nathan Wagner” song. WITHOUT a doubt. It’s the PERFECT Melakin song that is basically what the whole arc of their relationship is supposed to be. 😭🥹❤️💔💕

Whew, that was a long post! So sorry about that. 😅😂🤷‍♀️ I just got really into talking about my fic and my writing process. I think this has even helped me with motivation! Losing hyperfixations is a bitchhhh. 😖😖

The only other thing I will add is this to hopefully ease your and everyone else’s minds: I may have to go on hiatuses every now and then because of writer’s block or a family/life problem like the recent one with my brother being in the hospital for a while. BUT! No matter WHAT, I will NEVER abandon this fic. It is literally gonna be my damn life’s work—I swearrrrr. 😖✊😂

To end this long SW meta off, I’m going to link another two great Pro Jedi SW meta posts from the wonderful Pro Jedi blog I mentioned earlier. Feel free to check it out if you want, because it’s a lot of Mel’s thoughts on the Jedi, and part of the problems she has to find a way to solve as the war goes on by trying to keep the Jedi in favor of the public’s eyes:

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To any new readers that stumble across this and are curious enough to check out my fic:

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[goldenvulpine]

Here is a list of (almost) every Superman’s character flaw

Post-Crisis: Insecurity. Struggles with his own identity and thus overcompensates. Too focused on being “human” and thus rejects his “alien” side.

Reeve: Fear of opening up, tries to be in control too much. Can’t face the fact that he can’t control everything. Eerily similar to Anakin Skywalker, too focused on saving things and people he’s attached to. Tries to have it all. Convinced he can because “I’m Superman.” He’s a man that tries to control his own fate. Despite the fact that he can’t even confess who he is to the woman he loves.

Silver Age: Control freak. Sometimes a little mischievous. Tries to punish his friends with complicated pranks to teach them a lesson. Usually more endearing than not, but it’s at the core of his character flaw. Despite being the most “Lawful Good” of the Supermen, he’s the biggest prankster of them all. Which kinda sheds light on his specific hatred for Prankster. The irony.

Bronze Age: Ego-centric. Spends so much time in his head thinking about the ramifications of his own actions—he fails to consider the other people around him. He’s unironically the most “Brooding” and “mysterious” Superman because he takes a lot of time for self-reflection. You see shades of this with Post-Crisis—the leading cause of him renouncing his American Citizenship because he was afraid of what that would represent when he saved people. Too much philosophizing, not enough praxis.

Golden Age: Cocky as a motherfucker. He’s the strongest being on the planet and acts like it. He’s the only Superman who has no reservations against taking human life. Thus, he’s not really concerned with how it “looks” when someone of his “stature” kills someone. All Praxis, No Theory. Bronze Age (& Mark Waid’s) Superman would HATE him. Like Joe Shuster once said, “It was always a lark for him, as you can see in my early drawings.”

New 52: Very much like Golden Age. Cocky. Arrogant at times. Too stuck in his own head. He’s in the transitional period between Golden Age Superman’s more practical & assertive approach and Bronze Age Superman’s paralizing self-realization and philosophizing regarding his “role” in the world. In other words, he’s squarely in his emo teenager era.

[artoodeetootired]

how you get the girl (1)

🌌 now you say 'i want you for worse or for better, i would want for ever & ever' 🌌

part ii

it is widely known that anakin skywalker excels at nearly everything- except one: how to get the girl of his dreams.

words: ~4.5-5k (warning: did not proofread)

aotc anakin skywalker x padawan!ofc (+ besties padme & artoo)

best friends to lovers, miscommunication, a little angst ig?, fluff, whiny emo teenager padawans

As far into her training as she could remember, Evelyn Iblis had known Anakin Skywalker; which, really, was an understatement.

The two Padawans had first met after a fateful crash in their youthful flurry in the temple’s halls- a feisty girl, and a reckless boy. Although, the latter was more bashful than the former, being a rather late newcomer after all.

In the haze of her mind, Evelyn can remember her harsh personality softening as he repeatedly warmed her up to him; gaining her trust even as a child was not easy due to her childhood before the Jedi, yet her rebellious counterpart managed to befriend her.

After days and weeks and months of Anakin constantly showing her nothing but persistent friendship, Evelyn had no choice but to fall into it, no matter how competitive they both were with each other in training- in both of their opinions making their friendship even better.

So, as the years flew by, so did the memories they made together. From younglings to Padawans, the pair were inseparable. Best friends ‘till death do they part.

And thus comes about their shared mission to protect Senator Amidala of Naboo, a close and personal friend to both. After an assassination attempt amongst a harrowing time for the Republic, the Jedi Council assigned Evelyn to escort the former queen back to her home planet, where she would wait out any danger that could jeopardise everything The Light worked for.

But Anakin being Anakin, had refused to stay behind without a fight (which, of course, he won against his Master Kenobi). Since then, Evelyn had teased him for his aggressive need to join the mission as a projection of his crush on Senator Padme.

“It’s beautiful here,” Evelyn admired as they stepped out of Theed Palace. She had never seen such an incomparable city despite her various travels to many for her missions.

“Yes, I can’t help but agree,” Padmé beamed as she led the two towards the palace, “Definitely not because I’m biased.”

At that, she gave Evelyn a sly look over her shoulder, causing the younger one to softly smile. Evelyn knew Padme as an older sister throughout the years, not only because she was just over 5 years older, but because she had had the privilege to work with her (and R2) multiple times with her Master Adi Gallia as she grew up. The unrelenting kindness, courage and intelligence Padme showed as a young leader inspired her, so she couldn’t help but feel peculiar at how the tables had turned.

As the two Padawans, R2D2 and Padme ventured out to the next transport after their meeting with the queen, a comfortable silence fell over them, save for the faithful droid’s commentary beeping.

With one hand holding a suitcase, Evelyn used her other to help R2 down the stairs with more grace than his loud thumping, laughing at his grateful whirrs.

“I’m not exactly thrilled about hiding out, but I do hope you both will find solace in where we go next,” Padme mused, “It’s incredible there, and you guys deserve a break.”

“Don’t worry, it’s peaceful enough knowing we get to ensure your safety,” Anakin assured after a beat later; and like most of the time, Evelyn faded behind them to give them space, smirking at R2 as they watched the pair.

Evelyn can just about remember a conversation with Anakin, long when she was just 10, and Anakin had just turned 11. It detailed his observation of a fellow youngling that seemed to have taken a liking to Evelyn, despite her many attempts to avoid him.

Sooner or later, she shrugged him off with Anakin’s help (beating said admirer in a lightsaber duel), but it led her curiosity to his own interests- something she felt through his Force signature.

And that was when she giddily found out about Padme, the childhood crush he reluctantly told her about. In all honesty, she was mostly happy she had leverage over him after the embarrassment of her admirer.

Yet now, seeing it in person for Maker knows how long, Evelyn’s curiosity peeked to see how it would go.

“Anakin’s hopeless, Artoo,” Evelyn said to the droid, “As his best friend, I don’t know whether to be helpful or whether to give him hell for it.”

A series of beeps and a mischievous rattle of his legs made it seem like the two were conspiring, and in a lot of ways, they often were.

Evelyn grinned, “No, no, you’re right. Hell is funnier.”

•〰️•

“I will go with Artoo,” Evelyn said firmly after some time of her arguing with Anakin. She welcomed his happy chirps following the light blush that crept up Anakin’s neck.

It didn’t help that they were both stubborn, and that Padme was patient enough to watch in amusement. Anakin could feel that even the gondoliers were relishing the childish behaviour.

They were standing by the docks, ready to board two gondolas headed for the villa. Bickering as always, the two friends argued for who would go with who- Anakin stating he’d travel on one alone with the rest of the luggage, while Evelyn proposed an even split amongst the group.

“Eve,” Anakin sighed.

R2 chimed up as he wheeled his way to Evelyn, as if mirroring her defiance. Anakin scratched the back of his neck, eyes flittering back and forth between the brunette and the droid, and muttered his defeat.

There was only ever one person who frequently won against Anakin, and he was often tired of it, if not fuelled by the challenging dynamic.

As the group moved to the majestic boats, Evelyn grabbed the last bag from the boardwalk, beating Anakin to it.

“Artoo and I weigh less,” she reasoned as a response to his scrunched expression, then dropping her voice, “You’re welcome, by the way.”

She didn’t give him a chance to respond, picking the bag up and whirling away towards the waiting droid; she could feel his eyes on her, though. Calculating and nervous was his fleeting gaze, and she suspected it was due to his upcoming time alone with Padme.

Water had never felt fresher. Weaving through her fingertips, the lake was a comfort to Evelyn as she lazily dipped her hand throughout the journey. The Force was strong here, what with the energy coursing through the creatures and their hunt, the breeze and the heat, the moon threatening the sun to conquer, the lives on these boats; it was empowering in the sense that she could feel everything.

R2 suddenly made a series of beeps and boops over the music he was playing as if to say, “You seem sad.”

Evelyn regarded him with amusement, “I’m not. Why do you ask?”

“You look more aloof than usual. Is it because of the mission?”

“No,” Evelyn smiled at the droid, “Well… part of it.”

R2 let out a sad whine, encasing his sympathy for the girl, “What else is bothering you, then?”

She fidgeted with her Padawan braid.

“It’s not important, Artoo,” she settled, trying her best to keep her eyes forward, “I might just be tired from the past few days.”

The astromech droid let out another trill, choosing to believe his friend instead of questioning her; there was potential she could push him into the water, he wouldn’t put it past her tough exterior.

“At least you can rest more here! Master Padme and Ani, and I will be with you.”

Evelyn expressed her gratitude for his comfort with a pat on his head with one of her bandaged hands, letting the air around her turn pleasant as opposed to the current gloom. Besides, she was afraid that Anakin could sense it gleaning off of her from just a few feet away.

And she wouldn’t want that. Not when part of her personal mission there was to ensure his happiness, their happiness-it had been since she found them alone in Padme’s room, the atmosphere intense through the Force.

Even if, for some reason, it had stirred up a feeling in her gut, something dark and unpleasant. She didn’t know what it was. And she didn’t like the unknown.

She pulled her knees closer to her chest, choosing to look anywhere but to her left. Just the quiet moments, let her have the quiet moments to think and feel and look completely in tune with the growing conflict inside her, one that she was already trying to push away.

The Jedi Code was something Evelyn had always been touchy with, not completely agreeing with its ideals and expectations. Anakin knew this, her Master Gallia knew this. And so, if getting the senator to reciprocate what Anakin had felt- everyday of his life for the past decade- would seal his happiness in his tough life, then she’d do it.

Because they were best friends.

That’s all they were.

Trying to engage in the conversations Padme brought up in between silences was hard, because in the corner of his eye, Anakin could see the gleeful interaction between Evelyn and R2.

There, in her combat clothing, her thick mane of wavy hair in an outrageously messy bun and her attention undivided to the landscape, she looked more serene than he had ever seen her. More thoughtful in these slow moments, a contradictory calm to her fierce persona.

Was it because he wasn’t with her? Because his incessant chatter wasn’t there to annoy her?

He knew of her motives throughout the day, playing his wingman for him and Padme. And in an alternate universe, he was sure he would be grateful. But not in this one.

“You know, if you keep this charade up, it’s going to get worse.”

Anakin shifts out of his side-glance in a snap, finding the senator bemused as she raised a pretty brow at him.

“Pardon?” Anakin slipped over his words, trying very hard to hide his fluster at him being caught.

“Ani,” Padme laughed, “It may be hard for anyone else to see, but there’s no use hiding it from me.”

She tilted her head towards the gondola a few meters next to them.

He studied her for a moment. Padme certainly wasn’t talking about the droid or the gondolier.

Anakin shook his head, looking the opposite way in avoidance of the other pair, “What am I ‘hiding’?”

“If there is one thing I’m sure about you after all these years, it’s that you weren’t and still aren’t very good at hiding your emotions.”

The Padawan let out a deep breath, cursing himself for letting the one thing that he thought strengthened him become a weakness this once. Hopefully this once.

What felt like halfway into the ride, as Artoo distantly played relaxing music in the boat next to theirs, Anakin felt more jittery than ever. He did not know whether it was because of the tight space, or the sweat dripping down his robes, but it was most certainly not because of why Evelyn thought so.

He could feel it: the mocking, the encouragement. It was flowing across the space between them as a form of communication. Through the Force, he knew what Evelyn was thinking, and it was making him more nervous than it should have.

The young Skywalker had tried to focus on the scenery he had the privilege to witness; the lush water beneath him; the unbelievably green mountains that framed the sky; the wildlife one would never see on his home planet. But in the few minutes the group had been travelling, he couldn’t.

“I don’t know what to do,” he said, uncharacteristically gloomy. In the span of a few days, he had turned from being his usual smug, confident and charismatic Chosen One self to feeling like a simple, confused blob in the galaxy.

“Well you could start by telling her that, you know, I don’t mean what I used to mean to you back then, Ani,” Padme advised lightly.

She met Anakin as a 9 year old, and she definitely knew that he had a childish crush on her after their first encounter.

“You’re all grown up,” she continued, “Both of you are- I’ve seen the two of you with and without each other. It’s…”

At her pause, Anakin peeked back at the 24 year old, hanging on to the last word with anticipation.

Padme smiled at him, her eyes lighting up with recognition of the right word.

“Different.”

Anakin had never been more lost. Even his first time picking a lightsaber up had been easier.

Padme started to chortle at the look on his face.

“Wha- no, now you’re not making any sense,” he protested, “She’s always been my best friend. And we’re jedi, we’re meant to be different. Besides, if I tell her about you, then it just means she’s gonna draw the truth out of me.”

“Well, isn’t that the goal?” Padme said incredulously, “Isn’t that why you’ve been ‘subtly’ asking for my help since we met again?”

Anakin pondered about this. What was ‘the goal’? No matter how he felt, the both of them were bound to their duties first and foremost. He knew Evelyn, and thus he knew she would see to it that what she had worked for since she was a child would pay off. But he also knew himself- albeit not very well- and his knack to break a few rules, and to follow his heart.

It was a dangerous gamble.

“Can I ask you something?” Padme asked calmly, in a manner that reflected the soothing waves embracing them.

“It’s not like you’d care if I said no…”

Ignoring his attitude, Padme continued, “Do you like her? Yes or no?”

“Yes,” the Padawan retorted almost immediately, “I mean, yeah, I think I do.”

Feeling the way he did because they were best friends versus wanting to be more than that- he did not know yet.

Even though the former queen was seemingly happy with his answer, she dug deeper, “And when did you find out that you did? As in, as more then just friends?”

The teenager was visibly troubled. When he felt the gravity of the question, he threw his hands up and shrugged.

“Why does it matter?” he complained. Feeling cornered at that moment, Anakin didn’t care whether he looked like a child to the Senator of Naboo; he was certain that the gondolier was also listening intently, even with his back to them.

“Anakin,” Padme warned with a look, “Just think about it.”

He could feel more heat creeping up his neck, taking over his cheeks and his whole chest. He blamed it on the sun.

Anakin thought hard despite himself. Unable to give her a solid answer, he let his train of thought slip out without fault.

“When she first stood up for me against the lackies of our class.”

He quickly contradicted himself.

“No, actually, it was when we had our first talk talk,” he snorted, “She was stone cold before then.”

“It might’ve been when she comforted me the first time my nightmares started.”

“I don’t know… or when I realised I didn’t like it when other guys liked her,” he smirked nostalgically, “I’m glad I beat Damon in that duel.”

“Or when she fought too hard to protect everyone on a mission, and I… I almost lost her.”

While Padme let him spill all that was on his mind, she watched his every movement- from his eyes, to the way his hands would fidget, to his small, savoury glimpses towards said woman.

Then Anakin trailed off, the distant focus perpetuating his stature like a spell.

To him, the world went quiet.

The splashing waves that were once loud in his ears mitigated, the once stinging sun simply gave him warmth, the birdsong that distracted him aided his relishing into the back of his mind.

“It was when I first bumped into her my first time at the temple,” he slowly said, chuckling fondly, “I was so lost, and I didn’t know where Obi Wan was… but when Evelyn first looked me in the eyes with so much…”

He struggled for a word.

“Indifference?” Padme suggested.

“Detachment,” Anakin countered, “She changed. I knew I was pretty much a loser when we first met, so I took her sympathy for pity. But she asked me if I needed help, and guided me back- the scrawny, dirty child- when no one would.”

He trailed off, with his hands playing with each other as they rested on his knee, the azure of his eyes unmatched by the glittering blue of the lake, his lips curved up into a small smile.

“I was so, so determined to see her again- to make sure I was good enough to see her again. One could say that… that she really was the reason I went ahead with the training. That she is the reason I’m here at all.”

It all came rushing back to him, after he realised what he had just gushed out to Padme. He didn’t think he had ever felt so overwhelmed.

“See, now was that so hard?” Padme teased lightly; he rolled his eyes in reponse.

She knew all that she had to, and she herself was delighted with having the right to know- Anakin Skywalker didn’t just have a crush on Evelyn Iblis, he was in love with her. He may not have known it yet, but it was as clear as the skies above her.

“Now,” she said, down to business, a twinkle in her eyes far brighter than any star.

“Here’s what you’re going to do…”

•〰️•

Evelyn had never felt more detached, more awkward, more lonely.

From the moment they had arrived, she had made sure to stay out of the way and keep to herself.

Like the good old days, she thought.

Once Anakin and Evelyn were escorted to their rooms shortly after their arrival, the group agreed to have dinner right away due to the hunger their travels brought.

But as they made their way to lounge on a rustic balcony for the sunset, she excused herself to bed, ignoring Anakin’s protests.

As the stars graced her with their presence, Evelyn prepared for bed in the luxurious bathroom she greedily took her time in. Her heavy hair finally dried as she sat by the window alcove- she was delighted with the lavender soap- her tired body clad in the nightgown Padme had generously provided her.

Evelyn stayed buried in the lush covers for an hour now, sinking in like the quicksand of Tatooine. She sighed in contentment, never having felt this kind of comfort in a bed before.

Yet close to finally being taken away by sleep, her mind set to work to flash thoughts behind her closed eyes.

The impending war, where her Master Gallia might be at the moment, her plan for this mission, her plan for that mission.

She also wondered if Anakin would find it easier to sleep a dreamless night.

No.

She groaned, twisting aggressively to her side at the thought.

Stop it.

And yet she wondered what would happen if he couldn’t. Would he come knocking on her door like he always did?

The judging looks they got from the other younglings were ones she couldn’t forget, not when the two had openly defied the attachment rule as children. Anakin would sneak across the temple intersection for her room, and would knock on it to find Evelyn already awake for him. It was practically a pact- one must be awake if the other is sleepless.

But no, he would probably go down the opposite direction, for she was sure that she wasn’t his first choice in this hallway.

At that, Evelyn frustratedly slammed her head the opposite side into the pillow, suddenly disdainful of the thick sheets swallowing her in.

It was going to be a long night.

•〰️•

"Did you find her, Artoo?" Anakin asked at the sound of the astromech droid wheeling into the room.

"Yes," the blue droid beeped, "But I would be more... cautious at the moment."

Anakin and Padme exchanged a look across the round dining table, the slice of fruit still floating in between them by his command.

"What do you-"

The blue-eyed Padawan shut his mouth instantly, sensing her approach through the Force- tired, frustrated, grumpy.

Evelyn appeared by the archway a second later, her long hair in its usual ponytail, showcasing the white and yellow bands in her Padawan braid- healing and combat; she was in her casual under-blouse rather than her tunic, and her face was set in a mean rest.

It wouldn't take a Force-sensitive person to recognise the chills emanating from her.

"I hope I didn't hold you guys up for breakfast." she strode to the table swiftly, her lightsaber bouncing along her leg until she pulled up a chair.

"It's quite alright, I understand you were on patrol this morning," Padme said as kindly as ever, knowing that this was still a mission to them. Accepting the slice with a light stab in the air, Padme thanked Anakin for such an amusing trick.

She looks..... exhausted.

Anakin thought as he allowed his eyes to roam around his best friend's face; dark circles hugged her sharp eyes, and even though he still thought her radiant, the tension between her brows and shoulders betrayed her.

He knew better than to ask of her troubles in public.

"Someone tumbled a bit too hard out of wrong side of the bed," he tried joking, eyes trained on her throughout while the food arrived.

"Hm, not as bad as how you got lost on your way to the sink" she gestured to his face with her fork. A small tug on the corner of her lips.

Anakin relished in their banter, and while he was relieved to know she was still herself, he wanted to find out what was bothering her.

On one end, Padme looked a bit perplexed by their blatant insults shooting across the table.

"Why didn't you tell me you were taking first watch?" he asked amidst the clashing of cutlery, "| didn't even know we were starting rounds today."

The addressee shrugged, "It's fine. You can take the 2 hours before dinner, it's just a safety precaution. We'll discuss it more later."

She directed it towards Padme more for the sake of its purpose.

In truth, Evelyn had impulsively shot out of her chambers when it was evident she wasn't going to br gifted with sleep. Taking a walk around the perimeter, her moody self only came up with the rounds after she had been caught by the villa guards.

The air hung heavy above them, even driving R2 to leave the premise.

"So, Evelyn," Padme started, "Did you like your room okay?"

Also implying 'Did you sleep at all?’

She gulped down what looked like only her 3rd bite, nodding stiffly, "Oh, yes. It is quite comfortable."

"That's great to hear."

Silence resumed.

“And thank you again for the nightgown," her hesitant addition sliced through them, “I’ve never felt anything like it."

Evelyn may be in a mood, but Maker forbid she would take it out on Padme. She didn't even know what she was in a mood about yet.

"Hey, why didn't I get a nightgown?" Anakin smirked.

"Why? Would it aid your sleeping troubles?" Evelyn feigned curiosity.

“Certainly.”

"Well then you can have mine," the female Padawan's tone dripping with sarcasm.

Padme's delicate features lit up, "Well, of course! You know, you could even take a few when you leave."

Both Anakin and Evelyn halted slicing their food, looking bewildered at the proposal.

“Wh- what?" Padme asked, unsure of the offence she might have just done.

Anakin snapped his stare at Evelyn, mind now flushed to the point of his lungs betraying him.

As he choked and hastily reached for his glass, Evelyn looked just as taken aback.

"I, uh, it's nothing to do with you, Padme," Evelyn quickly consoled, "It's just that... we're Jedi."

She hoped it was explanation enough.

“Well... yes," Padme said slowly.

She guessed not.

“We have a certain conduct to follow... and as much as I liked the nightgown, I don't think it's... the design is a bit.." Anakin's ragged choking distracted Evelyn greatly from making her point, feeling flustered by it all.

"She means to say,” Anakin gasped through the glass of water he had just gulped down, "That it's not entirely appropriate in the Jedi Temple. It would be too...”

He looked at Evelyn for help, only to find her aggressively slicing pastry into unnecessarily samll shreds.

"Revealing," he cleared his throat. The man may not have seen it for himself, but it wasn't hard to imagine-

"Oh," Padme took her time to understand, "I see.”

She started to chuckle almost uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realise sooner," Padme said delightfully, a stark contrast to the rattled pair, "I’ve always thought that you'd look lovely in a dress, Evelyn.”

"Careful now," Evelyn said nervously, slicing away, “You might make Ani here jealous."

Anakin mumbled something under his breath before taking another sip, but she couldn't make out any words.

"Please, it would make me feel better while we're here," Padme said imploringly, "Especially since l've planned for a few picnics and activities and whatnot to occupy us."

This was the first time Evelyn heard of this.

“Planned activities...?"

“Yeah, we were discussing it yesterday when you went up to bed,” Anakin said, finally recovered from his fit, "Whatcha get for being a buzzkill."

Evelyn sighed internally, At least they're getting the time I hoped they would.

She ignored the comment.

"I couldn't."

Padme raised a brow.

"The dresses, I mean," the Padawan clarified,

"Besides, I don't know how to wear one."

Ever the friend, Anakin snorted; he slapped his hand to his mouth to try recovering from it, but Evelyn did the honour herself and kicked him in the shin.

"How to... wear one?" asked Padme, "Why, you just slip it on!"

"Well, yes but- stop it-" Evelyn pinched Anakin's shaking arm, "But, as in, I wouldn't know how to run in it, or- or fight in it. It seems too free."

"Eve,” Padme said soothingly, reaching out to grasp her hand, "You're not going to face off an army here. The most you'll really do is patrol- and even then, I wished you guys wouldn't- and maybe shake off some wild animals."

Evelyn contemplated. It just seemed so... awkward.

As well as pitiful, given that she used to hope of a time where she would dress up nicely for herself and for...

But now, it seemed like an uncomfortable idea.

Especially when she thought she'd look ridiculously stiff next to Padme's natural grace in them.

"C'mon, Eve, I think it'd be cool," Anakin said on a more serious note, his signature smirk and oceanic gaze feeling warm on her skin.

R2 made encouraging toots from the corner of the room.

It's just fabric... you've almost died in worse situations before.

Evelyn made a move to stand, feeling too squirmish to stay in the dining room anymore. She thought it nice to let the two lovebirds have a private day together anyways, or days she decided.

“| suppose," she gave the oldest a tight smile, "Whatever you'd see fit Padme."

"Great." she responded, a hint of confusion.

"Wait- where are you going?" to Evelyn's left, asked Anakin.

"I'm quite full now, thank you" she said politely, "Plus, I’d like to visit the library here."

"Of course."

"Do you want me to-"

“I'll see you both later." Evelyn departed without letting Anakin finish. Stoic, rigid, cold.

The male Padawan gaped after her. He did not know whether this was part of her mood, or if she was maybe, possibly, probably upset with him. Padme discerned his worry and hushedly reminded him to be patient for what was to come.

Before she had turned into the corrider, however, Evelyn threw over her shoulder almost abrasively-

"Oh, and maybe next, Anakin can make a meat skewer with his lightsaber for you.”

•〰️•

To Anakin's absolute vexation, Evelyn remained withdrawn from them (specifically him?) for a while.

No matter how much he tried tracing her by asking the staff, going where she would most likely be, and even following her Force signature, his trusted friend slipped through his fingers.

So much for Jedi training...

She had always been the better of the two at that: stealth with using the element of surprise.

He hadn't spoken to her for almost 4 days now.

When he took the night round, she would already be in bed. When he took the morning round, she would already be off in her own adventures. When Padme tried to initiate rendezvous, she would excuse herself to stay at the villa for security, as Anakin would be with the senator anyways.

He would hear reports from multiple members of the staff:

"She stayed in the library."

"She is off meditating' in the gardens... whatever that means."

"I last saw her swinging that laser sword of hers around, probably practicing or something."

"Oh yes, she was sitting by the lake with a book, sir."

And even R2, who told him, "She is spending time in the property's stables."

But what bugged him most, was that whenever he knocked on her door at night, she never opened up.

Not like she used to.

"I'm telling you, she's mad at me for something else!" Anakin huffed into his hands. By the north of the lake did the politician and Padawan stay idle; the latter had been complaining since they got there.

"Anakin, don't you see?" Padme urged excitedly.

“What are you so happy about- look, this is going way worse than I thought it would! She’s never acted this way before," he groaned.

He felt utterly vulnerable. While he was never one to be afraid of emotional expression, he had never felt so aggravated, dejected and lovesick. It made him feel incorrigible.

The day beautiful, the view picturesque, the breeze calming, it was everything one would hope for at a violent time like the one they were living in.

Out of everything Anakin could have, should have, been worrying about as a Jedi, he found himself stuck in the loop he was always warned never to fall in.

He didn't care.

"Anakin," Padme giggled as she rocked back and forth, her hair intricately framing her face, "Don't you see what this could mean?"

"No," he immediately scowled, "Is it that she hates me? And I don't even know why? Like, what did I do?All I've been trying to do is figure out these- these feelings and how to get closer to her than I already am!"

"Ani, you really can't see why she might be upset?"

He threw his hands in front of him, "I don't know! Is it ‘cause I always steal her cookies? Look, she's my best friend, and she's not been acting like it since we got to this place. And I get that she's trying to play matchmaker with us, and maybe that just means that she just doesn't feel the same way- but all she's doing is driving me crazy. And she doesn't even know it!"

His rant was well-received by Padme, and when he finished, he spaced out on the ruffled lake by the breeze.

"Ani, do you remember when you mentioned Damon?"

A surge of old bitterness grew in his chest.

"What about him?"

"And what did you say you realised when you beat him in that duel?" Padme asked ever-patiently.

He scoffed, “That I didn't like it when other guys liked her-"

Suddenly, he whipped to Padme, realisation dawning on his face.

"Oh."

"Jealousy. I told you it'd get worse if you let her think of us like that," a hint of pride seeped through her humble personality.

H sighed, "It's not that simple when we're both Jedi- hell, or even if only one of us was. If I can't have her as more than just my best friend, then I don't want to try at all and then lose her completely."

"But that's the thing, Ani!" the tiny senator fought back, "You guys are lucky in that regard- no, hear me out. You have been and are best friends. Most people don't even know where to start with the love of their life; a lot of people would wish to have their partner be their best friend, too. I would.

You have to remind her how you two used to be before this whole mission, you guys were practically a married couple. Then you've gotta tell her you absolutely lost your mind trying to suppress your feelings, tell her that it drives you mad to try and hide away from her while you went and left her in the dark.

Then you tell her what you've always wanted to. And don't. Hold. Back."

•〰️•

part ii

a/n: had to split it into 2 parts, sorry for any confusion!

[silverflqmes]

ignore that im on my selfship account it’s luma lmao

some selfship questions for u and tooru <3

•does tooru get you flowers? if so, what kind?

ldoes tooru like to read books with you? or does he secretly collect all your favs and binge read them?

•what shows do you watch together?

•have you guys had any thoughts on marriage? (sorry if this makes you uncomfy i’ll note it for the future)

•do you guys match icons on like tumblr or insta?

•what couple do you resonate you and tooru with? like for example me and scara kinda resemble harley quinn and the joker (minus the toxicity)

•what video games do you guys play together? if you play genshin together, who does he main / what team does he use and do you do cute genshin couple things?

hi luma! no worries, i figured it was you😭 woohoo selfship questions, i’ll do my best to answer those<33

— tooru is the flower giving type!! i think he’s the kind of person to read into flower language and symbolism cuz like, it’s tooru.. he never does anything haphazardly and always wants to provide the best, so he definitely looks into their meanings before choosing accordingly depending on the occasion or mood<3 red roses are a common ( given their symbolism for love and passion ), forget me nots are also some he frequently sends ( often as a reassurance to me, along with himself ), daisies ( he remembers how i used to really like them as a kid, and brings them as a reminder of those times ) and a combo between lily of the valley and larkspur ( they’re the flowers of our birth months<3 )

— i think he would show interest in what i read and i would beg him on my hands and knees to read my favs, specifically the folk of air series, to scream with him!! bonus if he decided to annotate and swap copies with me so we could read each other’s comments<3 furthermore, he serenades me to sleep by reading on stressy nights :’) and just cuz his voice is so<3

— definitely star wars oriented shows.. the clone wars has consumed us wholly and we have not recovered from the siege of mandalore.. sitcoms FOR SURE, i love friends a completely normal amount, seinfeld too, modern family, big bang theory, king of queens, etc. anyway, other than that we’d probably watch a lottt of slice of life / romance anime since it’s super comforting and silly<333 although some shonen anime make certain exceptions ( owari no seraph my love ) OH AND CARTOONS BC OLD SPONGEBOB HUMOR >>>

— TOORU IS DEFINITELY A MARRIAGE KIND OF GUY and like same i want marriage too but later down the line cuz i wanna enjoy the youth and sillying around of dating.. but i think we would unironically refer to each other as husband n wife.. and act like a married couple.. proposing is gonna be a challenge because he wants to do it but i ALSO want to do it like babes let me get on my knee pls and propose to you like the king you are smh

— i don’t think tooru would be on tumblr, maybe he would be if he indulges in my nonsense.. so probably instagram!

— we are anakin and padmé for sure and take turns, although misaki and usui are definitely us too, as well as kuronuma and kazehaya ( THEY MAKE ME SO EMO AND NOT NORMAL )

— we play a lot of wii and ds games together pre timeskip, specifically super mario bros, mario kart, mario party, wii sports, just dance — all that jazz, and i would have begged him to indulge me in my tekken addiction despite the amount of times he would get his ass handed to him BAHAHAHAHA ( he’s petty bc i use asuka since she counters attacks ) now post timeskip, we would definitely play ssbu because it’s just sm fun ( a-and um um sephiroth…. ) — now i would get my ass handed here instead.. and of course we cannot forget the hit game GENSHIN IMPACT!!! bro mains either tartaglia, ayato or alhaitham because i am not normal about them and he makes it a goal to tease me using them.. think he probably uses vaporize a lot to stick to my synergy or spread; as for couple things, we definitely take each other to pretty locations we found or help one another with grinding / quests. if there are also co-op games, those too!! for the rest, we’d probably take turns on ffvii since it’s single player and i have a tendency to throw a controller at someone when things get too heated.. prepare yourself tooru!! especially if sephi is the final boss..

[lightwise]

TBB S3E6 Reactions

Alright, in lieu of an analysis this week, you guys get some extra long reactions from me. Spoilers for Infiltration under the cut!

- Pantora: These onion-top spires are very cool.

- Nice poncho Rex but we can all see those tally marked scratches peeking out from underneath it.

- The Clone X theme hits HARD even when it’s only the first notes of it

- GS-8! Senator Singh! Howzer! Man the Kiners weren’t kidding with the Leo meme

- Okay Senator Singh maybe if you’ve been in hiding you shouldn’t be wearing your native cultural garb in case you stick out 🤓

- Tea?? Riyo?? I wanna have tea with her ☺️ also I want that teapot haha

- Always love the political aftermath of the clone wars and the humanizing of the separatist movement

- Singh has a little helmet recorder like Tech does…interesting

- One clone X boy coming up

- RIP Greer

- Rex is 🔥 catching that grenade…thankfully not literally

- Stripey helmet—that’s Nemec or Fireball, right??

- It really took 3 stuns to get that CX to drop. What has Hemlock been doing to them?? Are they pumped up with something to give them more endurance?

- Fireball mention!! So that’s Nemec with them.

- Wow Teth is gorgeous. I would not have remembered what this outpost means to Rex if it hadn’t come up during the trailer

- A clone base!!! This is SO FREAKING COOL (and has so many implications for the fic I’ve been writing)

- What is with the little knee socks on these bodysuits. They just look so silly

- Although Howzer’s extra pouches are also up there for hilarity points

- Ew they yanked out his tooth

- “You’re still one of us” is he though? Is there anything original left in there?

- Part of me feels like Scorch has been brainwashed too.

- “Why have I been activated” lmaoooo grumpy boi

- Internal homing device?? Greatttt

- How Rex says Tantiss 🥺

- Howzer ready to throw some hands (first of many)

- Rex’s face when he’s worried about Omega 🥺🥺🥺 he just wants to protect her and the Batch

- This is the story of Omega and her toothpick 🤣🤣

- Crosshair shaking his head at her even though he probably gave it to her 🤣 (also dear lord how does he look SO PRETTY here nursing that toothpick with his eyes glowing in the dark. Ugh I can’t with this man

- Gregor mention!

- Man Echo is not wanting to answer Hunter’s questions lol

- Omega is approaching her teen years now, Hunter. Of course she’s going to be copying her emo big (little) brother. He looks both glad that they’re bonding and also worried that they’re the reason Rex needs to talk to them.

- Still think Rex looks naked without his pauldron. I do love the detail that the paint on his shoulder underneath it would be much brighter and less worn than everywhere else, though

- “Good to see you, Rex” 🥹

- Hunter and Crosshair’s little glance.

- “Interesting contacts” what the heck does that mean Echo?? What have you been doing acquiring illegal weapons parts?? I mean they’re not illegal but they’re not exactly the norm either

- Their little salutes 🥹

- Lil stealth bomber jet vibes on this ship. Yes I will admit that looks like the Tech Turn as he touches down

- “You’re gonna have to back down Captain” the boys are so back. Only Hunter gets to mess with his brother and vice versa

- Lol everyone thinking that if you’ve been on Tantiss you automatically have the coordinates of where it’s located. Hemlock’s too smart for that, guys

- Crosshair looking solely at Hunter when he says “I’m not loyal to the Empire any longer” 😭😭😭 like his approval and understanding is the only one that matters

- Poor Omega does not want to talk about what she’s been through 💔

- Kind of surprised they don’t know what M-count means but it also makes sense. Obviously Rex has heard it mentioned from Anakin or Ahsoka but they don’t know the implications

- Okay, Rex, for the rest of this episode—I love you but WHERE are your security measures???? How does CX just waltz right in the front door and you don’t even have an alarm or key code or anything???

- Gregor canonically cooks!! Looking at you DJ 😄

- Crosshair’s description of the CX program is TERRIFYING. He can barely make himself talk about it. He was close to becoming one of them?? How is he walking around with all that knowledge and Hemlock didn’t wipe his mind if it? None of this is good. My poor boy.

- Gosh Rex sounds so tired.

- Crosshair sounds TERRIFIED.

- How does CX run so fast?

- Interesting that they give the woozy perspective of the other CX as Crosshair comes into the room

- Okay let me reiterate for you all—Crosshair is absolutely terrified here. Similar to Tech, this man is almost unflappable. If he’s scared they all should be hightailing it immediately. What the hell has Hemlock done to these clones??

- Does the CX truly recognize Crosshair? And why would Hemlock still use the designation “brother” as part of their programming? All this mind control stuff is making the chips look like child’s play

- Okay but in all seriousness, what if most of the clones being put through the undercover program still have their chips installed and those somehow can be reactivated or enhanced again? Crosshair does not, therefore it’s much harder for Hemlock to persuade him

- That sniper shot was insane. As was that creepy laugh.

- Some of the dialogue in these episodes is feeling unnecessary. Omega pointing out where shots are coming from is a little obvious

- Fireball 😢😢😢 at least you lived up to your name

- And goodbye monastery

- Woooooolffeeee. Armor as amazing as always. What the heck has he been up to to get put on missions like this. We’re one step closer to getting the old man Seelos gang together.

[radiosummons]

I have yet to actually see a single episode of Rebels. So aside from gifs I've seen of certain scenes (mostly Ahsoka running into Anakin as Vader and Maul's final fight with Obi-Wan), I have little to no knowledge of what actually happens in it.

Before I start watching it, however, I want to make a list of the things I think I know and then do a little compare and contrast sort of thing once I've completed it. No need to correct me if I'm wrong on anything and I will ask for no spoilers (for the time being), but we'll see how well that goes.

Anyway here's what I think happens in Rebels based on the gifs, fan art and random other fandom related shit I've absorbed through osmosis:

The main character is Ezra Bridger and apparently he gets a boyfriend near the end of the series??? Good for him.

Kanan is Caleb Dume, Depa's padawan. He's the fan favorite.

Kanan gets married to a Twi'lek Rebel fighter named Hera. I'm very happy for them both.

There's a Lasatt voiced by Joe DiMaggio. I think. I've heard there are a lot of fart jokes related to him. I'm really hoping there isn't.

Ezra goes Sith for a period. Or like flirts with the Dark Side? Idk something emo is going on with him.

Maul kidnaps Ezra and tries to make him his apprentice. I assume this is the part where Ezra goes emo boy mode.

Sabine becomes Manda'lor. And then gives the Darksaber to Bo-Katan. Who then isn't the Manda'lor because she didn't win it via mortal combat? Idk, man, Favroni are on one with this bullshit.

Tarre Vizsla gets introduced in Rebels and he is the only valid Vizsla (besides Paz) to ever exist. I refuse to stop stanning our canon Mandalorian Jedi. Don't ever change, Tarre!

I don't actually know who Sabine is, but her design is very reminiscent of mid 2000s "cool girl" character aesthetics and it feels sorta aged to me. Regardless of this, I'm assuming she's a great character as I haven't really seen anyone shitting on her.

Ezra and Sabine are in a relationship? Were in a relationship? No fucking clue.

I think Obi-Wan mercy kills Maul in front of Ezra????? If that's the case, Ezra would technically be among the few people to know that Obi-Wan's alive and where he's hiding. I'm going to assume he's just keeping his mouth shut?

I've heard that Sabine is a lesbian??? I have no fucking clue what she and Ezra got going on then, but in this house we stan all queer identities so whatevs.

Thrawn makes an appearance. I somehow knew about Thrawn being in Rebels, but literally nothing else. Which is weird 'cause I remember reading the books as a kid but I've retained no memory of them. Anyway, looking forward to seeing his blue ass.

I think Ahsoka gets her badass codename "Fulcrum" from the Rebels show. I will be very happy if this is true.

Hondo Ohnaka tries to sell one of the main crew. Idk who. And I don't even know if this is even true. But I know this little rat man and I would be shocked if he didn't attempt to do something.

Kanan is part werewolf. I have no fucking clue what the lore explanation for this is. I just keep seeing shit that says he's a werewolf and I refuse to budge on this until I figure out otherwise.

[nathaniacolver]

need to live tweet my playing of totk but don't wanna be annoying on my irl so i'll just do it here. this is the first bit:

BEWARE: TOTK SPOILERS BELOW

"i know i'll be ok with you link" okay they are IN LOVE

WHERE IS LINK IN THE CUTSCENE. THEY HAVE TO SHOW HIM IN THE NEXT 10 SECONDS OR I WILL FRET

ZONAI????!!?!!?!??!?!?! (Listen i forgot the gameplay trailer)

me walking at a respectable pace as to not leave zelda's side

BABE THERE'S TOO MUCH MALICE HERE WHY ARE WE STILL GOING

just talked to zelda and she was like "i'm so excited!!!!" GIRL DO YOU NOT HAVE AN OUNCE OF SELF-PRESERVATION

swinging the sword swinging the sword

WAIT WHY DO I HAVE 30 HEARTS WHYYYYYYY DO I HAVE 30 HEARTS

THEY JUST ADDED AN INSTRUMENT OR TWO OH FRICK AND IT'S GETTING LOUDER oh i already love the sound engineering

GLOWY SPIRAL????

DON'T PICK UP THE TEAR BABY oh frick oh frick

OH THAT'S WHY I HAD 30. FOR THE DRAMA

CAN'T LOOK AT MY TYPING I'M WATCHING THE CHTSCENE

OH FRICK IT JUST SHATTERED OH FRICK

gamer lean on x games mode rn

mans said screw it i'm out. fly you fools

BRO I WAS TYPING THE ABOVE WHEN HE LUNGED AND I GOT SO NERVOUS THAT I'D HAVE TO FIGHT FJSKDKJSJDAHHDLADG THE JOYCONS ARE FLOPPING AROUNS ON MY ARMS

THAT TEAR BETTER PROTECT HER I HOPE THAT'S WHAT THAT GLOWY YELLOW WAS

BRO WHAT. THE BLUE GLOWING IS GOOD. this is so anakin skywalker of him btw

baby don't you worry i'm gonna make link level up so fast so he can come and get you

oop naked link again AND HIS SHORTS ARE SHORTER????

nice mani link

A MAN'S VOICE???????? WHO IS IT WHY DOES EVERYONE KNOW THEIR NAMES

okay so The Voice just gives him an arm. okay

the malice or whatever stopping just at the triforce is Symbolic, i think

is it really a master sword or is it a master Dagger

i rly be taking screenshots of everything like i'm a tourist

okay green hand thing go off!!! oop give it a high five and it turns blue and goes behind you as a save point

*taking notes* okay cogs are cogging.......gears are gearing..........

now why the frick did it have me dive like that. what was The Reason

i Forgor that link can tread water indefinitely. swimming king

not me searching every nook and cranny like there's gonna be secrets in this Cave

PANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARCHAIC PANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wait i put them on and now he looks like a gladiator.......cardboard skirt & Jesus sandals........ok shirtless king

oop just noticed his hair animations & the layers are CRAZY but it lookin good

wait so they was underground......and now in the sky...................i have Theories

they said aerial view shot once again but i mean AERIAL

ope no climbing, you're already too high in the sky

the lighting looks SO GOOD!

it's so silent up here i love it.

the MUSIC AHHHH

WAIT EVERYTHING'S AN ISLAND???? OH WE WAY THE FRICK UP IN THE SKY LINK. HOW CAN YOU BREATHE THAT THIN AIR

this game is making me fall In Love. with Silence

TREE BRANCH YES THE WORLD IS HEALING

apples. i could Cry

is that a broom?????

wait so the soldiers are bad and the stewards are good. it's just like real life!

why do i have the feeling that this is a /different/ princess zelda that left this to him.......oh nvm it's just the purah pad. what happened to the sheikah slate???

is link gonna look at pics on it and get emo

wait so. garden of time (ok Christianity reference). so zelda has lived through some trash already and is like poor link in the past. let's give him this

aw it's lonely :(

YES WE'RE GETTING ZELDA RIGHT AWAY I COULD CRY

ooh the purah pad looks slick (i'm so sorry but why does that sound like a tampon brand LIKEEEEE)

high five!!! oh wait high fives have OTHER FUNCTIONS???!?!

now why did the bridge have to do all that fancy stuff. (ik it's for stability or whatever don't @ me engineers)l

just smashed some pots. link's Primeval Urge

ok so linear path for Diving. got it.

that's a hot-footed frog.......................i could cry. i AM crying

picked up a rock. now i just have to see some Chickens

there are Grates in the ground and you can peek below. idk why i like that so much.

i am hunting these ostriches like i might die

THAT GUY SNUCK UP ON ME SO SILENTLY. I DECIDED I HATE FLOATING MACHINE ENEMIES (don't worry i was fine)

why did i try to light a frog on fire

[spacelizzbian]

S1 ep1

Not to immedeately well actually, but Ahsoka never officially practised as a jedi knight, she was offered the role but declined

(Not that this matters to anyone but nerds like me who have way too much investement in this)

Idk what people think of the dark side girl's design but I love that she just looks like an emo girl. Like yes, that is exactly every darksider's thing lmao

Ok Ahsoka's theme over the opening credits did make my heart swell a bit ngl

Ahsoka, former jedi, but mostly tomb raider

Pivoting star wars back to having more of a samourai feel is a good idea actually

Hah, that hole thing the jedi do never gets old

OMG HAHA, SHE USED THAT IN COMBAT SHE WOULD DO THAT

Ok if the combat keeps it fun like this I might warm up to this being live action ...maybe

Love that Huyang's neutral expression makes him look like's always annoyed and exhausted

Ahsoka demonstrating that she was absoultely Anakin's apprentice by implying she used some non kocher ways to make someone talk

Please tell me the music is what she's listening to the whole time in universe

Why does she need to be there, let her brood on the anniversary of her friend dying? 😒

Uh oh, that's strike one of lore that didnt feel like it needed to be there (at least it doesn't feel like that, yet)

If they dont explore Ahsoka's feelings towards the jedi order in this, idk what the point is. Everyone sees her as a Jedi and calls her as such but she made such a point of it in rebels that she's not one? But in tcw s7 she was considering rejoining after the war?? And now she doesnt seem to correct anyone on it anymore and even taught an apprentice???

I don't wanna know for semantic reasons, but Ahsoka seems like a prime figure to explore the jedi of new and old since she is one of the only characters to have lived through both Yoda's and Luke's Jedi Orders. And she has so much juicy bagage to boot, it would feel like a waste if they didnt explore this

Lmao, Ahsoka knowing exactly what to say to get Sabine on board instantly

Girl, admitting that there hasn't been a place you'd consider home since the jedi order is deeply depressing and not the normal answer you think it is 😭

Sabine giving Ahsoka the same attitude Ahsoka gave Anakin, mmm delicious

Deadbeat mom Ahsoka and good mom Hera is not a thing I was expecting but I'm here for it

I give it a 40% chance that Sabine follows that order, she is after all officially part of the disaster lineage now lmao

"Formidable adversaries" bitch please

She has survived and beaten some of the best fighters in her lifetime so I'll never feel any tension with any foe she faces

Ok aight, setting something thematic up about Ahsoka and loneliness, good good good

"She's just as stubborn and bullish as ever"

Gurl, glass houses 💀

How tf are you holding that pencil?!?

Ok I do like that the nightsisters also had holocrons, makes them feel more like an actual faction of the force

Why do the lightsabers look so bad? They barely glow anymore💀

Not the emo dark side girl using her cape in combat 😂😭

Now that ending did make me gasp, before I immedeately remembered lightsaber wounds don't mean shit anymore if you're a main character

[sithskywalkerr]

i’m watching a new hope (looking like a sickly emo canadian child) and i have some thoughts lmao:

i firmly believe vader never sees R2 because the mech would have sassed his ass to the Light again — which he should

i want to know R2’s thoughts when Anakin never returned to his craft in ep iii

luke is so whiny i love his gay ass

“too much of his father in him” you knew Ani for like 3 days as far as i’m aware

i would honestly like to know more about other planets like naboo — we have an idea of daily life on tatooine, and night life on coruscant, but that’s about it in routine things

luke should have said they got on tatooine, and the Droid Bois would just be astonished and then like “eh been here before. sand sucks.”

i really wished that we get like a “vader’s daily life” for not only his disability but also: dealing with the emperors bull shit, dealing with Empire bullshit, dealing with shitty HR things against him for choking people, and just daily things that are routine in his schedule like meditation. i’d love to see the comics interpretation 2-D animated (in a distinctive style like Invader Zim or something) or live action

[lowtaxsa]

Review: Star Wars Episode IX (2019)

Star Wars: Episode 9 - A Galaxy Far, Far Away from Originality

From the moment the opening crawl rolls onto the screen, Star Wars: Episode 9 hits you like a freight train of disappointment. It's an unoriginal, uninspired, and utterly predictable end to a series that's been running on fumes since the prequels. Oh, the prequels, the golden age of Star Wars – when the fanbase was actually unhappy and the world made sense.

Disney, the bloated corporate beast that it is, has managed to take a once-beloved franchise and turn it into a soulless, never-ending parade of merchandise and spin-offs. I can't help but imagine Mickey Mouse laughing maniacally as he counts his piles of cash and rolls around in a sea of action figures and themed lunch boxes.

But let's dive into the movie itself, shall we? Star Wars: Episode 9 - The Rise of Palpatine's Petting Zoo (not the real title, but it might as well be).

0:00 - Ah, the classic opening crawl. Does anyone even read these anymore? Spoiler alert: the galaxy is in peril, and our heroes must save it. Groundbreaking stuff.

10:23 - Look, it's a new desert planet! Because we definitely needed more of those in Star Wars.

15:45 - Rey is doing some intense Jedi training by... levitating rocks? Yeah, that'll show the First Order who's boss.

21:17 - Surprise, surprise, Kylo Ren is still emo and conflicted. This guy makes Anakin look like a well-adjusted adult.

27:34 - Poe and Finn bicker like an old married couple. If only Disney had the guts to make them an actual couple. But no, can't risk upsetting the masses.

33:12 - "Hey guys, remember the Death Star? Here it is... AGAIN!" Originality is dead, and Disney killed it.

40:03 - A wild Emperor Palpatine appears! Didn't this guy die in Episode 6? Well, never mind, continuity is for chumps.

49:30 - Cue the space dogfight with excessive lens flares. My retinas are burning, but at least it looks pretty.

57:22 - The obligatory cantina scene with bizarre aliens, because we haven't seen that before.

1:05:15 - Rey and Kylo Ren have yet another dramatic lightsaber battle on top of some wreckage. I'm getting whiplash from all the reused plot points.

1:14:32 - Look, it's Lando Calrissian! Remember him? Yeah, Disney sure hopes you do.

1:20:08 - A touching moment with CGI Leia, because nothing says "emotional" like a computer-generated performance.

1:31:47 - The "epic" space battle begins, but it's basically just a game of "spot the reference" at this point.

1:42:28 - Oh look, our heroes are miraculously saved at the last minute by a fleet of ships from across the galaxy. How... predictable.

1:52:15 - The final showdown between Rey and Palpatine. Is it just me, or is anyone else getting déjà vu?

1:58:40 - The power of friendship (and shameless nostalgia) saves the day! Hooray! Who needs a coherent plot when you have the Force?

2:01:22 - Roll credits. Another Star Wars film in the bag. Disney's cash cow continues to graze, and the fans keep lining up for their next helping of reheated leftovers.

Episode 9 brings us yet another rehash of the same plotlines we've seen a thousand times before, like a tired old dog performing tricks for treats. It's as if Disney said, "Hey, remember that thing you liked in the original trilogy? Here it is again, but this time with more lens flares and CGI!"

The characters, once complex and interesting, have been reduced to caricatures of themselves, spewing cheesy one-liners and participating in painfully forced emotional moments. And of course, there's the fan service – oh, the fan service. It's like Disney is trying to shove as many nostalgic references down our throats as possible, hoping we'll be too busy choking on our own childhood memories to notice the glaring lack of substance.

But the most tragic part of all this is the fanbase. Star Wars fans, once united in their hatred for the prequels, are now so brainwashed that they'll happily guzzle down whatever Disney serves up, no matter how watered-down and bland. They've become a collective of blind followers, easily manipulated by the promise of more lightsaber battles and space dogfights.

And don't even get me started on the YouTube shills. These so-called "critics" are nothing more than glorified commercials for Disney, raking in the big bucks for regurgitating the same tired opinions and theories. They're like a never-ending echo chamber of corporate-sponsored praise, ensuring that the masses keep lining up to buy their tickets and merchandise.

In the end, Star Wars: Episode 9 is a movie that exists solely to make money and pander to an audience that's grown numb to the taste of mediocrity. It's a fitting end to a series that was once a shining beacon of creativity and innovation but has since become a shadow of its former self.

But hey, at least we have the prequels to remind us of a time when Star Wars was still capable of eliciting genuine emotion – even if that emotion was pure, unadulterated rage.

[tsnbrainrot]

this picture of hayden christensen is everything to me

[rainofaugustsith]

So I've seen a few articles now about how Disney is conducting focus groups to find out why their Star Wars Galactic Cruiser hotel is not doing what they expected. It should be obvious, Disney. Seriously. Since it needs to be spelled out however:

Um, Captain Obvious? The price. (please note I am not condoning spending money at any Disney cruise or property; I'm just pointing out the value for the dollar part. If I had $4000 at my disposal right now and it was safe and feasible to use it on travel, yeah, I would be off in Italy or something).

Whatever demographic Disney intended for this hotel, I don't think it's the average Star Wars fan. The rates - which were discriminatory toward single travelers - started at just over $4000 for a party of two for two nights. Yes, food was included, but even at Disney prices, come on. And for that money you're staying in a small, windowless room where some beds are bunk beds.

Even by Disney standards this is ridiculous. For the same price as a two night stay in this hotel, a friend and I could go on a seven day Disney cruise in the Mediterranean or up to the fjords in Norway, during which we'd have some Star Wars content. Hell, for that amount we could probably spend a few days in Japan or Hong Kong going to the Disney parks there. We could go to Tunisia and see where they actually filmed some of the Tatooine scenes.

Spending that much money to role play for two days in a closed off hotel in Florida? Not exactly as appealing as any of those. They assumed that hardcore Star Wars fans would pay any price for this experience, and um, yeah, not so much.

Not to mention, um, Disney? Pandemic, inflation, rising housing, food and fuel costs? People truly struggling to make ends meet? Any of that ring a bell? Yeah, when I'm struggling to pay my rent and gas costs $6/gallon, the first thing I'm going to do is travel to Florida and plunk down $4000+ to play make believe for two nights.

"Help the Rebellion defeat the First Order…"

Okay, let me stop you there. Which Disney Star Wars properties have been well thought of - or at least continued - over the past ten years? Clone Wars. Bad Batch. Kenobi. The Mandalorian. Rogue One. Doctor Aphra. Know what they all have in common? Th are nowhere near the fucking train wreck of the sequels, with its "ohhh the bad guys BLEED THE CRYSTALS" AND Kyle Ron and other assorted bullshit. Mandalorian comes closest because it's set after RoTJ, but even there you've been clever enough to set it at a time period that is obviously well before the sequels.

And what's the common thread in most of these properties? Characters people fucking liked from the original canon, like Luke Skywalker, Vader, Boba Fett, Ahsoka, hell, even Bib Fortuna, mixed in with new characters that are extremely compelling like Reva, Fennec, Aphra and Grogu.

Yes, I know some people do like the sequels and that Disney canon but I think a fair number of Star Wars fans are still sitting here looking at how badly the sequels were written, how they completely wasted the wonderful actors and characters that they had like Finn, Rey, Poe, Rose and even BB-8, and how in order to accomplish that they threw away decades of established extended universe content. They completely threw away characters like Mara Jade, Jacen Solo and Jaina Solo so we could watch some emo fuck whine at a burned up old helmet (in the EU, the ghost of Anakin would have kicked his ass SO HARD for that) as he toddled his way through a plot that recycled parts of ANH but in the worst ways possible. I'm still reeling from how Disney took canon that was established for decades like the way crystals are colored and decide it needed to be that much edgier - we're going to tell you that instead of an artificial crystal that is more unstable, or one you've attuned, noooo, those red crystals are now BLEEDING, and oh, light side crystals won't use the dark side (which is of course how Anakin managed to carry out several massacres with his own blue lightsaber and just replaced it because Kenobi took it away, of course. Shhhh!).

Bottom line? No, I don't want to go on a Rebellion/First Ordear adventure. Ever. I want to stay SO fucking far away from that shit that it never even enters my Star Wars consciousness. As far as I am concerned it doesn't exist and Luke is off somewhere, happily married to Mara Jade. I certainly wouldn't want to pay $4000 for the privilege of immersing myself in that timeline for two days.

It should have just been a hotel.

Make the same hotel. Use the same actors. Every person you interact with there, from the housekeeping service to the receptionists, is in Star Wars character. Have a restaurant and bar with Star Wars things, maybe a character dinner a la Goofy's Kitchen or breakfast with the princesses. Have regular shuttles to Disney World. Price it reasonably, and Disney, 'reasonably' is not $4000. Leave out all the "going on a mission" stuff. Make the time period obscure. I'm sure people would have opted to stay there.

It's in Florida.

Yes, I know a lot of good people live in Florida and I'm not trying to besmirch them. But as a queer non-Christian woman I honestly don't feel safe traveling or being in Florida at this time, so even if that hotel was priced at $1/night I wouldn't go to it.

[sunniebabe99]

Dreams Turned to Nightmares

Sith!Obi-wan x Reader

Warnings; Yandere Obiwan! Sith obi wan! Character deaths and violence!

Summary: Y/n is a newly knighted Jedi. They are assigned to a mission with Master Qui-Gon and his padawan Anakin Skywalker. They were only supposed to guard the senators during a small gathering on the planet Chandrila. But of course, things did not go as planned when there is an attack on the building. Y/n is left by herself after being separated from Qui-gon and Anakin. 

Y/n cursed as they moved one of the party-goers back behind a giant pillar as there was laser fire coming from across the room. There was debris cast around the floor from the small bomb that had gone off previously. 

“Stay behind me!” they ordered the well-dressed man. They had no idea who they were but they were dressed like a senator. He looked in fear and moved back behind Y/n as the Jedi Knight moved her arm out and pushed back an approaching droid. 

“There is no way we will make it!” the man said, his Coruscanti accent ringing in their ear. They looked and started to form a plan. Seeing an open door to the stairs going up the building. “Alright listen. When I say to. Make a run to that corridor. I will shield you but you need to be quick ok?” Y/n said and looked over to the man. The fear dripped from his eyes as he nodded. 

Y/n moved and looked to the small group that had formed on the other side and then jumped out. Activating their lightsaber and blocking each laser shot at them.

“Go!” they yelled and the man scrambled and ran to the door. Y/n followed behind as they blocked the shots coming their way and finally made it inside. Closing the door behind them and locking it. The sounds of the gunfire were muffled as the two stood there. 

The copper-haired man looked to her and then to the stairs. Sighing at how many there were. 

“Well… nowhere to go but up I suppose” He muttered. 

“There weren't many of them so it would be wise to make it to the communication room…It should be on the fifty-fifth floor… My colleagues will find us shortly and we can call for reinforcements” They said and thought back to the small map of the building they saw in the lobby of the giant building. 

“How are you so sure they will even find us?” The man asked as he started to climb the stairs. Y/n followed behind him. 

“A feeling” THey answered and then they climbed and climbed. Soon they both looked a bit tired as they neared the twentieth floor. 

“Why couldn't we have taken the bloody elevator!” He yelled and sat down. Taking a small break as Y/n huffed and sat near him. 

“The droids cut off the power to the elevator before the attack…we are just going to have to deal with this Mr…um..sorry who are you?” Y/n asked and looked at the man. 

“Just call me Ben,” He said before standing up again and climbing the stairs. 

Now that Y/n could focus more on the man. There was something off about him. She couldn't feel his signature as well as others. Almost as if it was muted. 

“Are you a Senator?” They asked him. The man answered calmly. “No, I was just invited to the party,” He said.  Poor Y/n couldn't tell if it was the truth f sarcasm. 

“I see” They muttered. 

“I suppose this wasn't what you had planned when you accompanied your master here. It is rather odd to see a Master with two Padawans” he said and glanced y/n’s way for a moment. 

Y/n felt a flicker of annoyance when he said that. 

“I am no Padawan…I am a Knight” They said with a slight clip to their tone. 

“Ah my apologies,” he said and Y/n looked at him more. He was indeed quite handsome…for a man. Awkward feelings seemed to trickle into Y/n as they observed Ben. Something was off, but they couldn't put their finger on it. 

“I can feel your eyes staring holes into me,” He said as he walked. Y/n’s eyes widened before looking ahead. 

“Sorry I do not mean to stare…” They said to him. The man chuckled and stopped walking, making Y/n almost bump into him if they did not stop so soon. 

“You know for a Jedi you don't seem to hide your emotions very well…so you must be newly knighted” He commented. Y/n’s eyebrow raised in question and felt a flicker in the force surrounding them. 

“Jedi do not hide their emotions we simply-” They were cut off by a look cast their way from Ben. 

“I don't need to be lectured about how you Jedi work. I was simply observing…you seem to not be able to shield your fear very well…nor your attraction” He said as he turned more to Y/n. The young Jedi felt their heart jump at the look Ben was giving them. Like he was staring right through them. 

They backed up as the man took a step closer to them. Their back hit the railing as there was no more room. A small prey being cornered by a Loth-cat who enjoyed playing with their meal. 

“Mm yes I can feel it…such fear you have…it’s almost intoxicating,” He said and Y/n put a hand to their lightsaber that sat on their hip. 

“Step back now…Who are you really? Your signature is strange..” They said and the man laughed. 

“You haven't figured it out yet? You are slow my dear,” he said before taking a small device from his pocket and hitting a button. The color in his eyes turned from Blue to a sickening Yellow. It all happened so fast then. Y/n grabbed her saber and raised it, ready to attack but they were stopped roughly. Their arm froze in mid-swing. They struggled as the sith looked at her mockingly. Tutting them and wagging his pointer finger side to side. 

“We will have none of that my dear. You can't just swing first and then think later, hasn't your master taught you this already? I should hope so” He said and Y/n felt annoyance swell inside them. 

“You planned all of this…and for what? To kill some small planet Senators?” They hissed out and grunted as the man moved his wrist, making their arm pull forward and drop their saber into his waiting open hand. 

“Mm well, that was just a bonus. What I came for is something far more valuable” he said as he looked at Y/n’s weapon. It was a basic build for a saber and quite light. 

“There isn't anything here of value it's a hotel for kriffs sake!” They spout out and looked at the man with hate. 

“Ah ah ah, watch how you speak to me” he warned as they felt a sharp pain surrounding their body. They let out a small whimper and bit the inside of their cheek. The sith looked pleased with the noise they made and smiled slightly. 

“It is nothing to worry your pretty little head about..but maybe I have also found a nice little treat during this mission,” he said, it mostly sounded like he was talking to himself at the last part. He sighed and watched them struggle in the force hold he had them in. 

“What are you after?” They asked as the man looked them over with an unreadable expression. 

Even after his big reveal Y/n couldn't help but feel like there was something else about him. His tone of voice, the way he held himself…she had seen him before somewhere. 

“I can see you are still trying to put it together, maybe i can help speed up the process,” He said before moving closer to them. Moving a hand gently to their cheek. Pushing their wild locks away from their eyes before touching their temple. Y/n gasped as she felt all her previous dreams replayed in her mind. The mysterious man sitting with her in strange locations throughout her dreams. Always cloaked and they could never see their face. In their dreams, they would spend hours talking and becoming closer. They had thought he had just been their imagination. That was what their Master had told them.

“Its you-” They said and felt a pang of hurt. The man who they had known for so long, had shared so many personal feelings with…was a sith. 

“Yes it is my Dear One,” he said with a small smile on his face. Caressing their cheek gently. 

“I can finally touch you” He muttered before he could finally realize the hurt that was cascading around Y/n in waves. 

“How could you be one of them?” Y/n uttered and felt their invisible chains loosen as Obi-wan looked at her with slight pity. 

“Oh my dear, you still don't understand, the Jedi have stuffed you full of lies and only one way of the force. But being Sith is not as terrible as they make it seem..” He said before Y/n found the strength to pull their face away from his hand. Even though they longed to be touched by him. 

“The sith are nothing but evil, You kill and take everything you want and think you can do so without consequences” They hissed. Y/n was finally able to feel his signature and it wrapped around them like a snake. Making them struggle to breathe and feel a weight on their chest. 

“Just like how the Jedi forbid you to feel any emotion they deem unworthy? The Jedi are just as bad as the sith” He said to her. Not really wanting to get into an argument he has had many times in his life with many Jedi he had countered before. But he was patient, he did not just snap their neck right then and there, because…well…it was them. 

The person he had been anxious to meet since he first met them in his dreams. The mysteriously beautiful figure haunted him every time he would wake up from a dream. 

“You look different in person,” He said with a slightly amused expression. Y/n scoffed and glared at him, even though their instincts were telling them to blush and lean into the hand that played with their hair so gently. 

“Stop trying to be pleasant about this Obi-wan, what do you plan to do? You are stuck here with me, and the only exit is guarded by two other Jedi” They said and Obi-wan rolled his eyes. 

“Don't remind me, but it will be rather easy to take the little one down. The boy holds so much anger in him. As for the other…” he trailed off and thought of his previous master. He had changed so much from their last time together on Naboo. He was completely grey now and looked tired, probably tired from the long years of training that waist of space padawan he had taken on in Obi-wan’s place. He snapped out of it as he heard Y/n struggling. He sighed and waved his hand freeing them from his hold, but he still held onto their saber. 

“Come on. They are waiting for you my dear” he said and nudged Y/n forward. They moved forward and started walking. They felt Obi-wan’s hand on the small of their back as they moved along. 

“This won't work in your favor Obi-wan,” They said to him as they climbed the stairs. 

“Oh no you would be surprised at how many situations I have gotten me out of Dear one,” he said and then they turned quiet. Both cursed the architect of the building as they finally neared the fifty-fourth floor. One more to go. 

As they made it, they could easily feel the two Jedi from behind the door. Waiting and working on communicating the Order for backup. 

Obi-wan simply opened the door and pushed Y/n in. they stumbled and hit the ground. Qui-gon looked up in alarm and the Master Jedi activated his green saber. Anakin activated his blue one. 

He was ready to fight until he noticed the familiar face of his young lost padawan. 

“Obi-wan…you're alive? How?” He asked and looked to be three shades paler as he looked at the ghost of his padawan. 

Obi-wan looked to be over with his look of surprise as he twirled Y/n’s saber in his hands. 

“Revenge is a powerful tool for survival…Master” the word felt like acid on his tongue. 

“I looked for you everywhere! I saw you fall down with Maul!” He exclaimed as Y/n moved back behind the two Jedi as they spoke. Wanted to be away from the crossfire when the fight happened. 

“I did fall but we both survived, and he trained me in the ways of the sith…I have become more powerful than you could imagine, and now you will die” He said before activating his own saber and Y/n’s red blade contrasted with the color of Y/n’s blade. 

“Don't do this Obi-wan, there is still a chance for you” He tried to reason with his old padawan but there was nothing but coldness in the sith’s eyes. 

“I am far too gone for second chances…” he said before lunging at him. 

Qui-gon blocked him and pushed his two sabers back making Obi-wan stumble slightly. 

“...then I will do what I must..” he said, the pain in his voice as he readied to attack. 

Obi-wan couldn't help but smile, “You will try,” He said before the real battle began. Anakin, Qui-gon, and Obi-wan fought hard against each other. The two Jedi working swiftly and Obi-wan looked like he wasn't even breaking a sweat in his evening suit. 

“You are getting old Master” He commented as he noticed Qui-gon becoming slower. He elbowed Anakin in the face hard, knocking the kid out easily. Qui-gon looked to his padawan before moving in front to guard him before Obi-wan could deliver the finishing blow. He raised his saber and pushed against Obi-wan who looked down at him in calm rage. Obi-wan banged his saber against Qui-gons and then moved back. The Jedi master moved swiftly as he could and rolled to the other side of the room. He uses the force to throw a chair at Obi-wan who merely cut it down. Y/n felt useless as ever as they moved to Anakin, checking out his bleeding nose, and then looked to his saber. They grabbed it and activated it. Moving to the fight but then felt a push of the force. 

“My fight is not with you Little one,” Obi-wan said carelessly as he pushed them away. 

Then it was like everything happened so slowly as Qui-gon was left open, Obi-wan easily thrust his saber and plunged it through his lower abdomen. Making Y/n scream out at the sight of the Jedi master collapsing to the ground. Both Jedi were down. But one remained. Y/n looked at Obi-wan with hatred in their eyes. Obi-wan grinned. 

“Oh, I love that look in your eyes…Use that hatred Y/n” He said and then blocked the attack they threw at him. Y/n gave it their all as they wildly swung at him, using every form they had ever learned. It seemed fruitless as Obi-wan evaded every one of their attacks. Y/n was getting tired and they both knew it. Obi-wan then used his full strength to twirl the saber from their grip and kick them to the ground. 

“Now you know I hate it when we fight darling…but we must go home now!” He said as he kicked the saber away from Y/n. They scrambled to the open door of the control room and crawled away desperately. But Obi-wan simply watched and sighed. Following them lazily as they felt the pain from the kick Obi-wan had delivered on them. 

“Where do you think you are running off to? Do you think that Id let you go just after I finally found you? I think not.” He said before pressing his heeled boot to their leg. Pushing down to hold them in place before pressing harder. 

Snap. 

Y/n screamed out and cried feeling their leg break under Obi-wan’s boot. 

Obi-wan winced slightly before kneeling down and picking them up. They scrambled and screamed. Telling him to let them go. Obi-wan held them tighter and then with a gesture of his hand to their head.  They slumped, their head laying on his shoulder as they lay in his arms unconscious. 

“This could have gone a lot smoother if you had just cooperated” He sighed before walking to the exit. 

Part 2

[passionesolja]

Fit Battle: Jotaro Kujoh vs Anakin Skywalker

So unlike Dio and Sidious who have a whole wardrobe of fits, Jotaro and Anakin have age range specific fits. This is how I’ll be categorizing the fits

Early Life Fit

Both these fits is terrible. No swag. No drip. Basic bitch fits. However, we have to go by the potential growth of the fit.

These blank slate fits, so who’s fit has the most growth? Jotaro Kujoh’s

So because of that, I have to give Kujoh the win.

GG, Jotaro

Teenager/Young Adult Fit

One these fits is cool, edgy, and embodying swag. The other is flat and emo.

One has a big ass gold chain hanging from the jacket collar. The other got just pure dirt collars.

One has a hat that blends into their hair. One doesn’t even know what I hat is.

I have to give this to Jotaro Kujoh. This whole thing is about the swag and the evolution potential of fits.

Anakin, throw some colors and cool chains on your outfit or something, dawg. Like even a cool belt would have given you an edge. Even an extra belt.

There ain’t a code in the Jedi Order that restricts having multiple belts on, have some creativity. Jotaro swagged out his high school uniform to make that fit.

GG, Jotaro

Adulthood Fit

Jotaro came in clutch and upgraded his fit with his mentality. He’s not a high schooler fighting an evil British vampire no more. He’s a grown man who is married and has a child. He’s an man who is writing a thesis for college. His hat’s hair blending is more pronounced

Because of this, his fit becomes more subdued colorway wise and more suave. I see Jotaro’ fit in DIU and a tear falls down my cheek because I’m like “wow, my Jotaro has really grown up into a wonderful man. He’s no longer a bad boy teenager with a heart of cold. He’s a good man who been through a lot”

Anakin, meanwhile, is out here having a fit devolution. He’s doubled down on the black. He’s still dressed too similarly. His fit shows that he has no creativity. He’s just thinks that wearing a bunch of black makes him look cool and edgy.

When I see anakin Skywalker’s fit, I say “wow, so he’s still in that same place that he was as a Padawan? Nah, judging from his fit, he’s seemed to have doubled down on all his edgy beliefs.”

Again, you telling me that war hero anakin skywalker couldnt have done something to spice up his fit? Like anakin, you on the battlefield dressed like this? You could have added some nice white, gold, or red accents to your clothing and some something.

GG, Jotaro, this round is something you’ve won

Transitionary Fit

I cannot give the fit battle round win to Jotaro here. Is Anakin’s fit good? No.

Is Jotaro’s first better? Absolutely not.

This is jotaro’s worst fit ever. I understand that he was going through a rough patch in his marriage probably in Vento Aureo, but still like Jotaro who told you this fit was good?

I can’t say that jotaro’s fit is boring. It’s very creative. But it did kinda flop. Anakin’s fit is still pretty void of all creativity and style but at least he’s finally thrown in some accents.

GG, Anakin, you won this one.

40+ Year Old Fit

Life ain’t been kind to Jotaro or Anakin by the time they 40+

Jotaro Kujoh’s marriage fell apart and he has little to no relationship with his daughter because of the constant threat of Stand users tryna kill him. And he loves them both so he had to make that sacrifice so they wouldn’t be killed. Dawg struggling out here.

Anakin Skywalker turned on all his day ones over a woman who he ended up killing because she made him angry once. Plus, like a dumbass he jumped directly into a bitch with a tactical advantage, got chopped up and burnt up.

However, there is no excuse for Vader to live his life with no swag. Like put “Vader” on your sleeve in Star Wars language like how Jotaro has “jojo” on his sleeve. Do something cool or something.

Vader—having the most aesthetic freedom ever for once in his whole life—can’t even throw the space Balenciaga on or add some cool red colors to his suit. Sidious wouldnt stop him. Vader is his own robot man but he still has no swag.

meanwhile, Jotaro’s hat has fully fused with his head and he got the snakeskin pants with the snakeskin boots on.

Is this his midlife crisis fit? Yes, but it’s still better than Vader’s fit. Dawg literally been wearing the exact same outfit since 23 years old. No wonder he’s depressed with no hoes and no relationship with his daughter.

The winner of this round is Jotaro Kujoh.

GG, Jotaro