#anakin x padme critical

[lightdancer1]

I also have one headcanon on the Anakin-Padme relationship:

More broadly I see it as a match made in Hell where they make each other worse and are massively codependent on each other because they are sheltered people who leaped into something without really understanding what they were doing. But in terms of things 9 in 10 of the faults originate with impulsive rabid golden retriever Anakin Skywalker. The 1 in 10 that didn't is that the Anakin of the Prequels and OT era is a dramatics specialist who is one of the most flamboyant people in a Galaxy of flamboyant people.

Does anyone believe this idiot could really be the brain trust behind keeping a secret? I think that the whole secrecy part, which is one of the big parts of how the garbage fire did its reverse Midas touch on both of them, was 100% Padme because there is zero evidence that Anakin Skywalker has the self-control for such secret-keeping or the ability to consistently stick to it.

As such I also think that a lot of this stems from what's been built up with Padme that the poor woman had very little in her life that was truly hers, and Anakin Skywalker was a lot of it, which tells you a lot about both of these people that it was so. It never comes up in canon because the canon is how Anakin copes, and that badly, with the prospect of things falling apart but if it somehow happened in reverse where he gets a sudden brick to the face of proportion, would Padme really accept that relationship falling apart easily and the loss of one of the very few things truly hers and not Queen or Senator Amidala's?

She doesn't have to be a villain or a bad person for any of that, either. This would be 100% hero antagonist aspect and specifically antagonist, not villain, because it'd be a very painful exercise in growing up for two people who never really did it and where in canon one of them balked and it went badly for everyone I can't see the other one managing it any better if it somehow went that way.

Naturally since most fanfic takes the easy road of making the rabid golden retriever the one whose issues come from clinging too much and go for either 'Palpatine/the Force decided the Jedi done gone the way of the dodo' or 'the Jedi were uWu innocents and not an established religious organization indoctrinating people from infancy and very clearly dogmatic with aspects of fundamentalism and real life tells you repeatedly how religious fundamentalists cope with nuance', well.....

I've decided since I haven't really seen this take done anywhere or a plausible route to it that I'm going to bite the bullet and once again do the 'nobody's really written this story where everyone involves are humans as opposed to shilling one or another faction instead of 'nuance where everyone's deeply flawed and some flaws come with a side dish of impulsive mass murder' it falls to me to at least try it.

[donttouchmeimsleeping]

Okay, now I do not have a lot of problems with Padme.

But where I do have problems, is whenever/wherever Anakin is involved.

"Do you like Anakin?"

"She sounded like the girl she'd been, huddled under blankets, asking questions"

"I understand why you like Anakin"

"He's completely devoted to you"

"but when he's angry, he scares me a little bit"

"He's very powerful in a way I could never understand"

"His sense of justice is extreme"

"There was an incident with a Tusken encampment on Tatooine"

If it's not obvious, Padme had most definitely been manipulated with force suggestion by Anakin.

Padme is clearly described to be acting like a teenage girl or more closely like a insecure girl, rather than the queen and lady she is.

Which mean these insecurities came from somewhere or more accurately someone. Anakin is known to have such insecurities, especially where his own feelings are involved. I am not above believing that he projected such things onto Padme with the force.

Sabe does not sugar coat what she sees between Padme and Anakin, but she has enough respect and loyalty to Padme to trust Padme can take care of herself. But doesn't change the fact she's calling it how she sees it, just softly.

Padme would have definitely called what Anakin did on Tatooine to the Tuskens for what it was, but do you know who would called it an incident? Anakin.

Because he didn't mean to lose control, didn't mean to get his emotion get the better of him. At least, that what he's trying to convince himself, and in turn force suggest to Padme so she can help enforce that. But Padme heard he had killed children.

No, I don't believe Padme would've called this an incident if she wasn't being manipulated.

This has also been explored in Clone Wars, where their relationship is not treated as a healthy or sustainable one. Despite them technically being inseparable throughout the seasons whenever their in the same episodes. And there are times where Padme breaks from the force suggestion, because it's just suggestion, and insists this relationship is a bad idea.

Which fuels the notion that Anakin is very much manipulating with his use of the force to keep them together. And no matter how you spill it, it foreshadows how this love story ends in tragedy.

"Do you like Anakin?" Padmé asked. She sounded like the girl she'd been, huddled under blankets, asking questions about Harli Jafan all those years ago. "You're really the only one who has spent any time with him as an adult."

"I understand why you like Anakin," Sabé said. "He's a little bit intense for me. He's completely devoted to you, which I admire, but when he's angry, he scares me a little bit."

"He's very powerful in a way I could never understand," Padmé said. "His sense of justice is extreme. There was an incident with a Tusken encampment on Tatooine when we were there."

Star Wars Queen's Hope, E.K Johnston

[reconstructwriter]

So I Finally Finished Attack of the Clones

...for the very first time. When did this movie come out again? I am late, is there still room on this bandwagon? Anyway more thought vomiting on this movie...

Sith Pattern: I do appreciate that Palpatine is old, rich, white male fascist. Dooku is old, rich, white male fascist. Anakin shakes things up a bit by starting out young and poor but he’ll get there and has the rest down. Meanwhile our heroes are Padme Amidala, Mace Windu, Yoda, Bail, etc. Would have loved for George Lucas’ original casting of Obi Wan to have gone through! This does make Mirror!verses and morality flip AU's very weird because the Galaxy is being saved from aliens by three white guys? Unfortunate implications aside I can suspend a lot of disbelief about laser-swords and magic IN SPACE but I gotta draw the line somewhere.

Anakin’s attachment: Is well-shown here with convenient comparison to Cleigg – her husband and her son, the two who should love Shmi the most. At her funeral Cleigg is all ‘you’re in a better place. Thank you for the time we had,’ vs Anakin’s ‘I wasn’t strong enough to save you, I won’t fail again’ and ‘I miss you’. Exact opposites. Cleigg was entirely focused on Shmi while Anakin was focused on himself.

Also Anakin’s focus kinda screwed up Obi Wan’s mission when he wasted precious moments FINDING Anakin to get his galactically-important message through.

Mace Windu Not Killing Dooku: Shatterpoint, along with some fanfics, has Mace beating himself up for not ending the war by killing Dooku but my man you’re too hard on yourself! You only killed Jango when he decided to fuck around and find out with you in the death arena. Dooku did not fuck around and find out so your only chance would’ve been to throw away all your Jedi morals and stab him in the back! Thus risking becoming Darth Tyrannus 2.0 and screwing the galaxy.

Jango why did you fuck around and find out? I get Mace held a laser sword to your throat and you had a working jetpack going into the arena…but that arena is No Man’s Land. Even if Galidraan was canon you could’ve stayed back and taken pot shots.

The scene with Boba giving one last keldabe kiss to his father’s helmet is heartbreaking! Ouch!!!

Padme: So I kinda get being willing to confess her terrible taste in men on Space Fantasy Death Row. She doesn’t want to live a lie and is straight up expecting to die so what does it matter if she confesses? And then she does live so consequence time! Still feels like she’s ignoring the genocide – or George Lucas is ignoring the obvious implications. Genocide does work for foreshadowing Jedi genocide and Nazi comparisons (boy howdy does it!!!). But murdering every single member of an entire tribe down to the babes in arms doesn’t work for ‘Anakin doesn’t Fall here, he just dips his toe in the Dark’.

Padme otherwise doesn’t seem too terribly out of character throughout. She stands her ground against Anakin and where she does give in – rescuing Shmi – or chooses to go after Obi Wan? Well both did do her immensely big favors it’d be weirder if she brushed them off. Plus, rescuing both comes with additional benefits – no assassin will look for her on Tattooine (it worked before) and Obi Wan’s rescue could offer the opportunity to discuss peace with the Separatists before war happened.

And it did – in the cut scene :P

Dual with Dooku: So Anakin did put his duty first when Padme fell in the (barren, sans enemies) sand with an ally but damn if his attachment to her wasn’t still affecting him. The hot-headed idiotic attack was the worst possible timing! Why does everyone beat Mace up (including the man himself) for not killing Dooku but give Anakin a pass when he had every chance of ending the war Right There if he’d been able to keep his head on straight for two minutes.

The End: As with the first movie, we end with Mace and Yoda clearly knowing what the Sith are doing, though they're split with Mace believing Dooku while Yoda thinks its a trick. And I think they’re both right because I read somewhere Dooku and Palpatine were hoping to sow doubt between the Jedi and the Senate but also was telling the truth – from a certain point of view. Anyway, they aren't oblivious. Yoda straight up says the Shroud of the Dark Side has Fallen.

The last scene really drives that home! How the beginning of the war is the beginning of the Empire. The war kills the Republic and this is repeatedly smacked into our brains with the imagery of Palpatine standing at the head of everyone else, the most powerful Supreme Chancellor ever as the army of white-clad troopers marches out into the galaxy below him. The Destroyers lift off. The Empire’s freaking theme music plays.

Overall the movie had its high points and stinkers but that was a damn fine end!

[yumichikamadarame]

let’s all take a moment to imagine ikkaku and yumichika having a peaceful day lounging about some meadow in the rukon pre-gotei era……

commission by @cha-r4 🩷

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[fanfic-lover-girl]

Still can't believe there are people who genuinely ship Obidala...like why would Padme want to date a Jedi like Obi-Wan??

Anakin is Padme's man, plain and simple.

Throughout her career as Queen and later as a Republic Senator, Padmé became desensitized to romantic advances. Her life's work was surrounded by people who were fake, two-faced, manipulative, and full of loud bravado. Nobody was sincere, and anyone who approached her always had ulterior motives, whether seeking to benefit from her high status or gain importance by association.

What's often overlooked, however, is that Padmé also harbored similar reservations about the Jedi. While she deeply respected and admired the Jedi, she found their mannerisms, etiquette, and stoicism unsettling at times:

Padmé's discomfort with the Jedi endures, unaffected by her numerous encounters. This lingering unease is consistently reflected in her thoughts, as recorded in the Queen Amidala Journal and other Star Wars novels.

Padmé admits they’re brave, wise, and respected beings but she can’t fathom them the way they are in nature. She finds them rather irritating 😂

As we see here^^ Padmé also finds their lack of emotional repression quite obnoxious as well. So much that she’d made a vow that if she were to ever become Chancellor, she’d have every Jedi demonstrate at least “one emotion” a year.

{When the topic comes to companionship, trust, and seeking aid, Padmé has enough professionalism to know that the Jedi are people she can always rely on. She heavily respects them and trusts them no matter what. But outside the professionalism, she doesn’t mesh well at all with them because her ideals, values, and beliefs are like night and day with theirs.}

This understanding of Padmé's perspective sheds light on why she fell deeply in love with Anakin. She famously declares him the only Jedi she could ever love, and it's clear why. Despite the odds against them – his Jedi vows, her senatorial duties – Anakin proves his devotion, showing Padmé the depth of his love and desire. Passionate and hopeless romantics, Padmé and Anakin share a profound connection. Much like kindred spirits. Anakin's all-consuming passion resonates deeply with Padmé. His patience, vulnerability, and unwavering commitment ultimately capture Padmé's heart, making him her soulmate.

[mfshipbracket]

welcome to ghost mod's thought experiment, the m/f ship bracket bonus round where every single m/f ship from the original round is pit against reylo of the 97/3 #shreksweep infamy.

why, you ask? mostly cuz of this.

they're going from lowest to highest per the original rankings, starting off with our newcomers adam/eve. 9 polls per day will roll out on queue throughout the est evening from may 12th-18th! after polls are closed one week later, i will post the final rankings of who swept the hardest (or failed to sweep...)

all polls can be found under the #bonus round tag, and this masterpost also contains links to each specific poll. there is also a spreadsheet with current bonus round standings and stats from the original bracket if you like numbers. :)

disclaimer: not a reylo hater. i'm just ardently devoted to the bit

DAY ONE

1. Adam/Eve (The Bible) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 2. Barbie/Ken (Barbie) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 3. Branch/Poppy (TROLLS) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 4. Hori/Kashima (Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 5. Naegi/Kirigiri (Dangan Ronpa) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 6. Fakir/Ahiru (Princess Tutu) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 7. Jake/Amy (Brooklyn 99) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 8. Sonic/Amy (Sonic the Hedgehog) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 9. Vax'ildan/Keyleth (Critical Role/TLOVM) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars)

DAY TWO

10. Barry Bluejeans/Lup (The Adventure Zone: Balance) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 11. Westley/Buttercup (The Princess Bride) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 12. Lucas/Max (Stranger Things) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 13. Bella Swan/Edward Cullen (Twilight) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 14. Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa (Six of Crows) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 15. Zagreus/Megaera (Hades) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 16. Greg/Rose Quartz (Steven Universe) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 17. Orpheus/Eurydice (Hadestown) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 18. Sans/Toriel (Undertale) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars)

DAY THREE

19. Megamind/Roxanne (Megamind) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 20. Inuyasha/Kagome (Inuyasha) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 21. Mamoru/Usagi (Sailor Moon) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 22. Anne/Gilbert (Anne with an E) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 23. Mako/Raleigh (Pacific Rim) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 24. Nancy/Jonathan (Stranger Things) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 25. Wanda/Vision (Marvel/MCU) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 26. Aragorn/Arwen (Lord of the Rings) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 27. Rayla/Callum (The Dragon Prince) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars)

DAY FOUR

X. Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars VS King Charles/Camilla (United Kingdom) 28. Anakin/Padme (Star Wars) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 29. Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sharma (Bridgerton) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 30. Percy/Vex'ahlia (Critical Role/TLOVM) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 31. Kyo/Tohru (Fruits Basket) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 32. Batman/Catwoman (DC) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 33. Tenth Doctor/Rose (Doctor Who) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 34. Cassian/Jyn (Star Wars) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 35. Joyce/Hopper (Stranger Things) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 36. Aang/Katara (ATLA) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars)

DAY FIVE

37. Mermista/Seahawk (She-ra and the Princesses of Power) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 38. Robin/Starfire (DC/Teen Titans) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 39. Tamaki/Haruhi (Ouran High School Host Club) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 40. Mulder/Scully (The X-Files) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 41. Glimmer/Bow (She-ra and the Princesses of Power) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 42. Zuko/Katara (ATLA) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 43. Steven/Connie (Steven Universe) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 44. Han/Leia (Star Wars) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 45. Beast Boy/Raven (DC/Teen Titans) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars)

DAY SIX

46. Edward/Winry (Fullmetal Alchemist) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 47. Peter/MJ (Marvel/MCU) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 48. Katniss/Peeta (The Hunger Games) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 49. Marinette/Adrien (Miraculous Ladybug) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 50. Kim Possible/Ron Stoppable (Kim Possible) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 51. Darcy/Elizabeth (Pride and Prejudice) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 52. Roy/Riza (Fullmetal Alchemist) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 53. Miles Morales/Gwen Stacy (Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 54. Zelda/Link (Zelda Series) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars)

DAY SEVEN

55. Twilight/Yor (Spy X Family) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 56. Sokka/Suki (ATLA) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 57. Hunter/Willow (The Owl House) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 58. Chidi/Eleanor (The Good Place) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 59. Ms. Piggy/Kermit (The Muppets) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 60. Rapunzel/Eugene (Tangled) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 61. Howl/Sophie (Howl’s Moving Castle) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 62. Percy/Annabeth (Percy Jackson Series) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars) 63. Morticia/Gomez (The Addams Family) VS Kylo Ren/Rey (Star Wars)

[insufferableprotagonistpoll]

Propaganda why Anakin Skywalker is insufferable:

It's less about his character and more about the way ppl talk about him and narrative around him in a lot of current stuff. The way everyone try to bend over backwards to prove how his reasons to turn Darth Vader were somehow noble or good when almost every single bad guy in Star Wars (expect Palpatine and that guy who taught him) have much more sympathetic history and reasons and how he's not a bad person bc he cried a few times while doing atrocities. And how everyone else gets the blame for all his shortcomings ('they did it but never taught him!!!' -he literally parrotos this same lessons to his own student, it's obvious he knows better but chooses to not apply to himself anything that is slightly uncomfortable to him). Like, I love characters being genuinely not good people as much as a next guy but let's not pretend they're good people actually

the guy has zero critical thinking skills, he whines about everything all the time. I love him, but he’s awful to listen to. THIS BITCH. I HATE HIM. NO CRITICAL THINKING. NO SELF AWARENESS. WHINY MURDEROUS ASSHOLE. LIKE SERIOUSLY. He's a JEDI. LIKE. THEY HAVE HISTORY CLASSES!!!! He should have KNOWNNNNNN that when he had prophetic dreams they're not necessarily true!!!!! Also like. In the Star Wars universe, do Jedi just not have imaginations that can create NORMAL dreams when they sleep??? Do Jedi just not usually dream??? If he hadn't gotten paranoid from the dreams of Padme dying in childbirth

BILLIONS OF LIVES WOULD HAVE BEEN SAVED. FOR THAT MATTER, if you're gonna have A SUPER ILLEGAL SUPER SECRET MARRIAGE, wouldn't you, I don't know, USE PROTECTION SO THAT YOUR WIFE WHO IS SECRETLY AND ILLEGALLY MARRIED DOESN'T GET PREGANANANT????? LIKE LOOK I LOVE LUKE AND LEIA MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF BUT THEIR PARENTS WERE SO FUCKING STUPID. ANAKIN SKYWALKER HATES CONDOMS BECAUSE THEY DONT FEEL AS GOOD I DON'T FUCKING KNOW. Man is an IDIOT. How can you have had a role model and father figure like Obi-Wan for most of your fucking life and grow up to do the shitty, STUPID things Anakin did. Ok this is way too long I'm sorry but I love Obi-Wan so much and Anakin ruined his fucking life and hes just such a little DICK. MURDERED A WHOLE VILLAGE OF SAND PEOPLE. AND DOZENS IF NOT HUNDREDS OF CHILDRENNNNNNNN. ANGSTY WHINY TEENAGER. FUCK HIMMMMMMM

Yes he was probably directed to act that way but the way his lines were written did not help

Propaganda why Tim Jackson Drake is insufferable:

oh man. i've had enough of this duckboy (as the protag, he's tolerable in yj and stuff.) like when tim is the protag every character in the story becomes Worse. lady shiva gets nerfed. steph is turned into jealous hormonal catfight girl. helena is dumbified and too womanly to function (they have a nice dynamic as long as tim isn't the protag). cassie and tim were great in yj98, but as soon as he is The Protag then she is his best friend's girlfriend and they're barely friends anymore. cass is turned into a rapist. dick is turned into a lazy mediocre robin. jason turns into fucky wucky dumb brute yaoi stalker boyfriend who is suddenly obsessed with tim's awesome skills. 10 y.o. damian somehow deserves to be put on a hitlist because he's a savage and tim is civilized. Sometimes the story is bogged own with tim's internal or external lectures about their flaws and how they need to be better (better like him), except for dick HMMMM wonder why that is. probbly wouldn't be so bothered if tim wasn't crammed into the spotlight of every crossover in the 90s and early 00s and then so much of dc and the fandom wave it around as the peak era of comicbooks. like im sorry. he is not a relatable protag. like the editors literally told newspapers that he was created for gen x white dudes who blow their money on comics and merch, the info is on wikipedia.

White twink rich boy who always has to be smartest bestest boy even when he is a part of a whole group of smartest bestest ppl (aka bat family as a whole, like he's literally THE Mary sue of a group of Mary sues) at expense of literally everyone else

His definitive writer is a conservative Republican. His series is full of moral PSAs, *dumb* *hormonal* girls getting into catfights over him, and blatant sexism and racism. He gives anti-marijuana speeches to a standing ovation, he lectures about how babies need a father and a mother, and sex is for marriage. Other characters suddenly become stupid around him so that he looks smart. The other characters talk about how he is the best, nicest, smartest Robin ever and ALL the others were dumber and meaner than he is, even the one that mentored him. He as a grown adult man is canonically still bitter about ""his"" child sidekick role being given to an actual child (fans pretend he is the victim of this on both sides—nope he's the adult fighting a child for the child sidekick role, no adult wanted to replace him). Did I mention that this character is the amazing pure white boy, and his 10-year-old successor is painted as a savage Arab terrorist who needs to be put in his place? T*m is a 5'9""+ adult grown man, not a delicate sensitive baby boy.

[leviiackrman]

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Heyyooooo I’m back (even tho I never left) but these illnesses have been kicking my ass and I FINALLY feel better! I’ve been tagged in a bunch of fun games recently that I’ve been neglecting, but thank you so much to everyone who tagged me! Have an oversized post to suit my oversized fashion taste tehe

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|| hair colour is not accurate cus I’m a brunette but I bleached it recently so it’s a lot warmer than this! Wolf cut going strong tho and not this long but anyway ||

L: Liar Liar - Dylan, Bastille

E: ERA - The Faim

V: Vampire Disco - Friday Pilots Club

I: IDK How to Talk to Girls - Beth McCarthy

I: I Don’t Like You..OK - The Hunna, Kelsey Karter & The Heroines

A: AmEN! - Bring me the Horizon, Lil Uzi Vert, Daryl Palumbo

C: Conquer - Marshmello, Space Laces

K: Kick Back - Kenshi Yonezu

R: Rise (Redux) - The World Alive, League of Legends

M: Make it Out Alive - ONE OK ROCK

A: Animals - Nickelback

N: Not Alone - New Rules

last song: Stormy Weather - Kings of Leon (my saved songs was playing while doing my chores lmao)

currently watching: I’m FINALLY watching American Horror Story (after my bestie pestered me for years aha) and I LOVE it!! I’m also watching The Kardashians cus it’s good background noise when I’m working lmao, and on going critical role etc

3 ships: I’m gonna choose 3 of my oc ships cus brain no function: Margot x Levi, Rin x Dabi + Mineyo x Rin

favourite colour: mustard yellow! Just such a pretty colour and so cheerful!

currently consuming: the daggerheart one shot hehehehe! So now I’m planning ideas for a daggerheart oc for when me and my sister make our characters!

first ship: anakin x padme…. forever a precious ship to me

place of birth: South England, UK

current location: 30 mins from my birth place lmao, I’ve moved a lot tho

relationship status: single pringle as always but my brain clearly is pining cus I keep having dreams about having a partner…

last movie: oh daymn… uhhh idk I don’t really watch films anymore! I think it was Suzume!

currently working on: oh BOY so many things! I’m making the invites, seating plan, table decorations and other bits for my sisters wedding, I also need to make a curtain for our stair window cus it freaks my dad out lmao, more crochet designs for my Etsy shop (critical role characters and Disney princesses are in progress), timelines for my ocs which is taking FOREVER cus i ain’t no writer, more drawings for my ocs, my oc publication, MULTIPLE ideas for oc art and just never ending odd projects cus i CANT. STOP. OH and all the planning for mummas fundraiser/birthday! So it’s a lot aha

are you named after anyone? Not my first name, but my dad went to a garden centre the day my sister was born and chose 2 flowers for our middle names, so she’s Molly Jasmine and I’m Jessica Rose!

when was the last you cried? Uhhh idk I cry a lot, half the time I don’t even realise I am. Probably on the weekend when I was feeling shit

do you have kids? AHAHAHA no. I have 0 intention of having my own children but whenever I’m financially stable (and potentially with someone) I wanna adopt/foster as many kids as I can!

what sports do you play/have you played? When I was younger I played football, hate it now. I play games at work with the kids a lot but nothing legit

do you use sarcasm? I’m British. So what do you think?

what is the first thing you notice about people? Their eyes and smiles! I can tell when someone isn’t smiling genuinely tbh

what is your eye color? Hazel but got a lot of green in them

scary movies or happy endings? Scary movies. That way I can create my own happy endings while enjoying the carnage hehe

any talents? I don’t really believe in ‘talents’, I prefer to think that anyone can CREATE a talent through practice and dedication. I guess you could say my art skills are a talent, but again I practiced for my whole life so it’s not really a talent more than determination. I can also cook decently, dance/sing okay, but they’re not talents to me, just passions

where were you born? The shit hole called England.

what are your hobbies? Oh FUCK I have way too many… drawing, crocheting, editing, writing, reading, watching anime, creating characters + content, puzzles, painting, diamond painting, organising and SO MANY MORE

do you have any pets? I doooo! I have 1 doggo named Harley and she is my pride and joy, I love her sm

how tall are you? 5 foot 11 and a half, so I just say 6 foot

favorite subject in school? Art, history, dance, drama and IT

dream job? Freelance artist or concept artists. Tho the latter is less likely nowadays cus yknow… everything is fucked from AI…

[master-sass-blast]

Thanks to @i-put-the-ass-into-sass for the tag!

1. Three ships: Mostly Reader insert ships. I'm basic as fuck.

2. First ship ever: Probably Anakin Skywalker x Padme Amidala? Back when I was too young to recognize all the red flags in that situation. I was a Star Wars baby.

3. Last song: Unholy x 7 Rings mashup.

4. Last film: I don't really watch movies lol.

5. Currently reading: Fanfic.

6. Currently watching: Untitled Goose Game playthrough, or Critical Role Season 2.

7. Currently consuming: Water.

8. Currently craving: A sandwich.

Tagging: @sadstone-s, @abitohoney, @g-vlssz, @luckyfirerabbit, @cyarbika

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1. Three ships: KyaLin, Linzin, Lin/Anyone as long as she's happy 🥺

2. First ship ever: JOHNLOCK

3. Last song: Take Care of Business - Nina Simone

4. Last film: the Handmaiden

5. Currently reading: Killing Hope (US military and CIA interventions since World War 2) - William Blum

6. Currently watching: Smallville

7. Currently consuming: Pink lemonade

8. Currently craving: cinnamon rolls (they're in my bag I just haven't eaten one yet)

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I will also note on the Anakin-Padme relationship:

That I really do tend to see it, and write it, as an innately toxic thing but for entirely human reasons, because if Anakin is always one set of footsteps away from Darth Vader then what was there for him to fall? Where I view the toxicity stems from a dynamic not unlike what I write for and with Death and Dream in Sandman, though explicitly romantic where the other isn't.

Anakin puts Padme on a pedestal and worships the ground she walks on, where actual human Padme Naberrie is far more complicated than that. She is as impulsive as he is, and where he is unapologetically violent and capable of swift steps to it, she calls it 'aggressive negotiations' and jokes about it while pretending that the ultimate result is not, in fact, the same. Nine in ten of the flaws stem from Anakin ultimately rushing into a marriage with the first woman he saw after a week and never considering the consequences, nor that a relationship takes a lot more work than that, and that he's ultimately a rabid golden retriever garbage fire man.

The other tenth was the secrecy that ultimately, given Anakin has zero impulse control or ability to consider the consequences of his actions blended with great power, I believe was Padme herself. And ultimately that she was willing to lie to her friends and her family about the marriage to, in my view, keep one thing for herself that was Padme Naberrie's and neither the Senator nor the former Queen's, and this is a not unimportant part of why things failed. I also believe that in this regard that if Anakin Skywalker were left to himself he would have led a ticker tape parade celebrating that he won the most beautiful woman in the Galaxy as his.

He wouldn't have reckoned on how literally anything else with that might have complicated his life because he's Anakin Skywalker, thinking is for other people. Padme, OTOH, would have much greater awareness of all those risks and wouldn't consider, either, the pressures of keeping a marriage secret and what it'd mean.

It all ultimately stems to incompatible expectations and Anakin never seeing the real Padme, as appreciating the actual woman and her rationales for the marriage might have given him second thoughts. I also think if he and Sabe had ever had the chance to meet beforehand that he might have fallen head over heels for the person trying to actually get the Tatooine slave system ended over the Queen, with that exact same impulsiveness and lack of control he did with Padme, and that exact same lack of thought. Anakin is both a rabid golden retriever and a Siberian tiger sized orange cat, great power but never had a thought and never will. Wouldn't matter who, if anyone, he fell in love with, much of the same dynamics would apply for much of the same reasons.

[primasveraas]

The Lord of the Rings // Star Wars // The Phantom of the Opera // John Adams// Critical Role

[philtstone]

Anakin x Padme!

“Hmmm. Girl.”

“Obviously it’s a boy.”

[weixuldo]

Never Forgotten// ch 6

Vader x F!Reader

(a/n: ngl idk how long this story will end up being but i hope u all continue to read !! also idk what other things to write about so you can submit requests if u want!!)

you and vader separately explore your feelings for eachother

Warnings: cursing, medical descriptions

Wc: 2591

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About a week had passed since you first saw Vader out of the suit. Since then you had continued to apply different creams and salves to his skin and monitored his blaster wounds. The two of you spoke more often when you were in the med bay, but outside you remained formal. 

You couldn’t stop thinking about him. Anakin, Vader, whoever, you were drawn to every version of him. You knew it was wrong, after all you were just another worker bee to the empire and he was a crucial player, but you couldn’t help but feel let down when he would barely speak to you outside of the bay. 

Even alone in your room you couldn't get him out of your mind. In his suit he was  domineering with his deep modulated voice. Such authority, he demanded an audience wherever he went. And his body in the suit. So tall and dark, so strong. You wondered how it would feel to walk by his side as his equal. As his partner.

But you also dreamed of him out of the suit, just him. How you would hold him tight and give him all of you. Only if he wanted you as much as you wanted him. All of him. 

During the later hours of the night your mind often wandered to less than professional thoughts about him. Yes he was your patient, but he was also your first love.

You imagined being with him the way lovers would. Soft caresses, whispers of love, embracing each other, passionate love. You wanted to make him feel good. So good.

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You scheduled a bacta soak for Vader, which he was grateful for. As he floated in the tank his mind wandered to you, as of late he could only think of you. Your soft palms resting on his body throughout his appointments. He found himself looking forward to the daily check-ins with you. He could lower his defenses, at least a little, with you.

You never criticized his body or pried him for information about the past. There was a silent understanding between you two, you once knew each other, but now circumstances were different, though you still saw the good old days in each other.

The more time he spent around you, the more he was feeling like the little boy who had a crush on you. He knew he shouldn’t feel that way, he was a leader of the Empire after all. He was not a good guy. He killed his own wife, how could he allow himself another chance at love when Padme was lying in a grave. Plus if his master ever found out, he would try to use you as collateral, and Vader would not have that. 

He loosened his muscles in the soothing bacta liquid, mind wandering once more to Padme. He held her in a deep regard, but the fact she could not love him unconditionally, pained him deeply. She was an amazing woman whom he loved, but was he still in love with her?

He had years to ponder their relationship, but the older he got the more he realized he had moved on. He still felt guilty for her death but he just couldn’t get past the fact that everything he did was for her, and yet, she could barely even stand in his presence. She was a memory of the past now. 

Oppositely, there was you, a memory of the past, resurrected. Truly you were his first love, but he was discouraged since it seemed you did not reciprocate his feelings. You were the reason he called Padme an angel in Watto’s shop. It seemed he couldn’t have you and being a naive boy he was, he wanted to make you jealous. He didn’t know how much that small action impacted you.

It wasn’t absurd for his feelings to grow back, literally your whole job was to take care of him. But he didn’t realize how many years and how much his subconscious longed for you.  

He opened his eyes as he heard the door to the tank room open. He drew his brows together, ready to punish whoever dared disturb him. Instead of a trooper or diplomat at the entrance, it was you dashing in and closing the doors behind you. You weren’t sporting your standard empire uniform, instead you were in some type of loungewear with a silk kimono over your shoulders. He felt he shouldn’t be seeing you like this. He averted his gaze as he felt his cheeks heat up. He was glad he had on some bottoms today.

“What possessed you to run in here?” he spoke to you through the force.  

Your head snapped towards him and eyes widened, you forgot you scheduled him a soak today. At least he was covered, you laughed.

“U-um…. So it's not really that important” you nervously giggled. 

“I asked you a question, F/N.” he said, more like a concerned friend than a command.

“Heh .. kinda embarrassing actually… I was in bed then I remembered I needed to prepare something for tomorrow…and I kinda wanted a snack…” You trailed off at the last part.

“So I went to the lab and got it set up, and I wanted to bring a fern back to my room so the aloe plant could have a friend when I'm gone.”

You were so cute.

“Sadly the fern is still in the med bay… on the floor. So I was walking out and some stormtroopers were patrolling the hallway and started shouting at me. I’m not really used to the whole soldiers around every corner yet, so I just ran. And I know they can’t come in here so I was just going to hide in here for a while.” 

“Why did you not just go back to your room?”

Oh.

You didn't think about that.

“I WAS PANICKING!! I was in straight fight or flight mode.”

“So I guess we know what you will do in battle. Run away” he said.

You straightened up and stalked towards the tube in the center of the room. You could see his eyes now.

“Actually I’m a good fighter. But I was unarmed and dressed like this”, you motioned to your nightwear. “I’m a pretty good shot, Mr. I-have-a-fancy-glowy-stick” you quipped.

“Seems I touched a nerve, Ms. F/N” you quipped.

You rolled your eyes and looked at the clock. His soak was about to end anyways, so you began to drain the tank. Once the water was all out he was left suspended by the holster that adorned his chest. Instead of using the air vents to dry him you pressed some buttons to lower him closer to the floor. You grabbed some fluffy towels from a cabinet. 

“What are you doing?” he asked.

You yawned. “Those air dryers can't be pleasant. They blast cool air for galaxy’s sake. I’m gonna dry you off.” 

You came up to where he was, now face to face, the absence of his cybernetics allowed him to still be off the ground. You helped him take the oxygen mask off. You began to dry his face, neck, and shoulders. You took careful time drying his chest and back, for…personal reasons. He felt a little embarrassed still, but he was more used to you seeing him like this. He had to keep certain thoughts of you from his mind, at the moment there was too much of him that could give away what he was thinking. 

You knew the ends of his limbs were sensitive, so you gently dried around the ports. Every once in a while he would flinch, and you’d apologize. Once you dried him you let the droids connect his limbs. Once they were on, you handed him the towel to finish drying as you looked away. 

“That was….pleasant. Thank you F/N” 

You smiled at him, “thank you for allowing me to do it for you, sir.”

“F/N, we agreed titles were irrelevant when it is just us”

Your heart skipped a beat. Was this him letting you get closer? This showed he wanted your relationship to be more casual. “Right!”

“Did you at least get your snack?” he asked. Oh! Your snack! Was he really paying that much attention to you? 

Your face lit up as you pulled a mini space waffle, you showed it off to him. “Yepp! Oh! Was there anything you needed to attend this evening?”

“No, there is nothing scheduled, why?”

“Could you stay here for a while?” you asked, “It’s kind of lonely here.”

His eyes softened, he hadn't thought about how difficult these past weeks had been for you. 

“As you wish.”

You got up quickly to grab two blankets and an oxygen mask. You placed the mask beside him, “Here if you need it later”, then proceeded to wrap a blanket around his shoulders as you took the other for yourself.

You were adorable

You opened the mini waffle’s packaging, as Vader watched you. You got to the waffle and broke it in half, “Do you want some Vader? I know you normally don't eat solids, but it’s so yummy.”

At this moment you could ask him to take a blaster shot to the chest and he would do it simply because you were the one who asked. “That would be adequate”

You gave him the piece and you two ate the snack. “Sorry I barged in here”.

“Do not concern yourself with that, F/N” he spoke as he finished the waffle.

“To be honest, I was hoping to see you. I missed you today.” you said. You scheduled a soak for him since he was too busy to fit in a normal appointment today.

“Is that so? I also feel as if today was missing something”.

Your cheeks were starting to get red. “May I ask you a question?”.

Vader nodded.

“Do you ever miss our childhood?”

Vader thought for a moment before responding. “I spent many years trying to forget my past. Though, Recently I find myself pondering those times more often.”

“Me too.”

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The next day you opened your door to two stormtroopers on the other side. Your eyes widened. Oh shit. What did you do?

“We are terribly sorry for last night’s incident, Ms.” they spoke in tandem. 

“What made you two want to apologize?” you asked.

They turned to each other then back to you, “Lord Vader orde-asked us to apologize for our impudence.”

Huh. Vader hunted them down just so they would apologize….to you? Wow.

You nodded and thanked them, once they walked off you made your way to the med bay. 

You entered the room, half hoping Vader would already be in there, much to your dismay, he wasn’t. You sighed and went to run some labs on a new pill you created, the pill contained natural healers and infused with bacta molecules. Hopefully Vader would be able to use the pill and over time it would begin to heal some of the extensive damage to his lungs. 

After a while you heard the doors open and the sounds of familiar breathing flooded the bay. You turned towards the entrance and smiled when you met Vader’s gaze. He closed the doors with a simple wave of his hand. Slowly he walked towards you, “There is something we need to discuss, F/N”.

He placed a mechanical hand on your shoulder and breathed a deep sigh. What was going on? Did you do something wrong?, “Yes?”.

“It has come to my attention, I have not been the most accommodating of your transition to life in the empire. My apologies.”

What was he talking about? “Oh, ok thank…you?”

“I never intended for you to feel alone. I…deeply care about your quality of life here.” He spoke, turning his helmet away from your face.

You smiled, he cared about you. “May I hug you?” You asked, you needed to let him know how much his words meant to you.

Stunned, he nodded as he slowly began to open his arms. You practically ran into his chest, being weary of his chest box. You nuzzled your face into him and held onto his top, this is how it should be.

He found himself relaxing under your touch, tenderly he reciprocated your embrace. Placing a hand on the back of your head and one on your back, he felt something deep inside his hardened heart stir. 

“Thank you, Ani. Really, thank you for everything. I can’t even begin to tell you how I felt when you told me it was you. I know you’re Vader now, but I just wanted to let you know, I care about every version of you.” You looked up at him with glassy eyes. You were overcome with emotion as you were finally in his strong embrace. “You don’t know how much last night meant to me. I really missed just talking to you. Honestly, I just miss you.” 

His heart swelled. Hearing that from you, meant the galaxy to him. He wanted to tell you how he felt too, but something told him to wait a little longer. He wasn’t quite sure if you were missing just your friend. What if you only wanted to be friends? He didn’t have much experience with these types of feelings, so he was bad at reading signals. 

“F/N. I appreciate your words. If you would like, you may call me by my name when we are in private.” 

You pulled away and beamed up at him. He was becoming more comfortable, he was letting you in. “Thank you, Anakin”. 

He nodded, “Shall we begin today’s examination?”

“Hah! Of course! Sorry for getting sentimental so early, let's get to it!” You said, kind of embarrassed you dumped all of that onto him. He had more important matters to worry about. 

“There is no reason for apologies, F/N. You do not need to feel embarrassed around me.”

You sat him down and began the normal routine. You checked his vitals then at the blaster wounds. They were healing nicely, some of the ointment you whipped up sped up the process rapidly. 

“Your concoctions have been working well, F/N. They smell nice…like you.” Vader spoke.

You were re-wrapping the wound on his thigh and without looking up you teased back, “ Oh, so you think I smell nice? I must be on your mind a lot then, with the inside of your suit smelling like the creams.”

“You are often on my mind. Regardless of the fragrance.”

Shit. You had to stop what you were doing. Your heart skipped a beat and your face was definitely red. He was just teasing you, right?

He let out a hoarse laugh, “You seem…unsettled?” He said with a smirk.

There. There he was.

“Um, definitely not. I was just wondering why I would be occupying such a powerful man’s thoughts?” The ball was in his court now.

His smirk quickly fell, now it was his turn to be flustered. “I forgot how quick you were F/N.” He looked away. “Why would I not think of my prized medic? The one who runs into my chambers with a space Waffle?”

Your turn to blush, “fair enough.”

This “friendship” with Lord Vader was comforting but you really wanted more, you wanted all of him. With each encounter you felt yourself falling for him all over again. If only you knew,

he was too. 

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[cienie-isengardu]

@blue-mint-winter​ commented post:

Your welcome and I completely agree about TCW changing important characterizations, especially Anakin's. Also Barriss, I will never forgive that shit. They definitely did that. That's why my favourite eps were about Jar Jar LOL

I spent the whole day debating with myself should I go on and scream about the unfairness done to Barriss and Jedi as a whole or not since talking negative about TCW at times feels like opening can of worms, but my frustration with current star wars content already hit acceptable limits and is waaay past them so I decided to screw all consequences, it is time for a mini-rant. I hope you don’t mind me bringing that up as separate post (or if you don’t wish to be tagged in that post, lemme know :))

Okay. Where do I even start? Anyone who would sort posts through my blog will know that I love analyzing stuff and more often than not, I’m critical toward the Jedi Order (especially Order as the institution) and that through the years I have a lot of critical things to say about the new canon, with the emphasis on The Clone Wars.

TCW has literally been a thorn in my side for years and although the show had its good moments (storyline wise and artistic effects/music) that I want to acknowledge, the longer the show was run, the more it felt to me as the Triumph of Form over Substance. The creators needed to go from point A (post AotC/clone wars) to point B (RotS / Order 66) but as it was proved, they did not need to actually keep Legends (old canon) elements in the original form and things were used or discarded as they wanted. Some choices made more or less sense, some were turning our knowledge totally 180 degrees with various effects or fan reactions. Like I will never agree with chip in clone brains storyline (x)(x) nor implying domestic abuse toward Anakin and Padme (they were meant to be tragic, doomed lovers, not being in abusive relationship for Force’s sake) or erasing Prequels/Legends characterization of Anakin for the more common action macho idiotic one (something that creators themselves admitted to do, which is why Skywalker is more mix of Han & Luke because apparently some people aren’t capable of accepting introverted / emotional man as main hero? Riiight). At the same time, I’m willing to defend changes done to Mandalorians,  because the story has a great potential but sadly the show focused mainly at the pacifism vs. terrorism angle. Which I guess makes sense from U.S.-centric perspective, but for someone like me, whose country/nation actually lost its independence for over 123 years (1795 -1918) and then suffered through the Nazi occupation (1939-1945) and survived the communist regime (1945-1989) before finally feeling like free country again, then Death Watch, however brutal or incoherent at times, rings a different bell. It is not about nationalism itself but wanting to have your culture back despite all the damage done through the years of forced expulsion / displacement or warriors (those not fitting into New society) and be independent from Republic / Empire. And this hits me more closely as a Pole than terrorist narratives done to DW (and Bariss). 

But the thing that irritates me the most is how characters and their powers aren’t incoherent in a sensible way. They can use Force for great action and dueling, but Anakin can’t feel Obi-Wan’s presence when the man worked undercover (sorry if the show actually explained it for I do not remember it was ever addressed?).  Anakin at first was shown as a self-sacrificing type of person (e.g. Jedi Crash) but for some reasons sometimes doesn’t do anything to save clones from certain doom even if he could use Force to stop them from falling down into lava or whatever it was in Citadel? And it is not just him? Ahsoka killed clones infected by worms but didn’t kill Bariss because they were best friends or whatever? But she is the bestie with clones! She cares! She is after all the protagonist who acts smart and all while all adults suddenly lose their brains. Like Anakin, a Jedi General, does not study maps before an attack on an enemy position, but Ahsoka did and saved the day. What a hero! And whatever she will do, it is all right at the end of day. Bo-Katan willingly supported Pre Vizsla/DW who destroyed the whole village and killed an innocent girl (whose Ahsoka befriended) but does it matter? Nope. Because she is now besties with Bo-Katan, a beloved freedom fighter, a noble lady and all the jazz.Pre Vizsla? Anyone remember him? No? No wonder, a persona non grata who would drag Bo-Katan (and Ahsoka by extension) in bad light so the show and other current sources are literally erasing him from the Mandalorian storyline. Because it is better to not remember the past than face a consequence of characters (creators) choices. 

It feels like yeah, Jedi care if the episode needs it but don’t care if the show needs some shock value or feeling of danger. Mace cares for clone troopers and even offers droids a chance to surrender but isn’t somehow bothered when 12 year old Boba was put in prison for the worst ADULT criminals. Sure, it is very reasonable. Anakin cares for clones, unless the show needs a high death toll or jokes (throwing Rex off the dam without warning). Jedi will literally jeopardize an important mission just to give one of them a proper burial but will not give a shit about dying or dead clones. And so on.

I understand that the show was made for kids, but if we go into dark themes - and the show went into pretty dark stuff, mind you - then at least it should be addressed properly. Slick accused Jedi of keeping clones slaves yet it doesn’t matter. What a bad clone! Totally forgotten for the rest of the season. Bo-Katan’s past crimes don't matter since you can just erase Pre Vizsla from her narrative. Does the story need emotional impact? Create female characters (Satine, Steela, Tryla, Teckla Minnau) to kill off, so someone else (Obi-Wan, Ahsoka & Padme) could use it for either development or making political statements and either turn dead ones into some saints or forget them all. Or just kill off clones, there is so many of them anyway, who cares how competent soldiers they were or if you make them act idiotic. Jedi lead an army made of people with no legal right, but the clones *love so much them they have nightmares about order66* so everything is right. All makes sense, right?

This doesn’t just influence how fans see Anakin (turned into a typical action male lead) or how Ahsoka is literally everywhere now. The show, as I’m seeing it, did a great disservice to Jedi. And Barriss… Barriss is just the tip of the iceberg. The authors literally twisted every established clone wars storyline around a new character - Ahsoka Tano - so there was no real reason to use Barriss since they could simply introduce us to original Ahsoka’s friend. She already interacted with so many original Jedi characters but instead the team took one of the most known Legends!Jedi Healers and turned into terrorist? Killing innocent people to prove Jedi lost their ways? It really feels disrespectful, both to fans and Jedi.  

And you know what TCW did not show us? Jedi Force-healing their troopers. Something that Barriss did on various points in Legends sources. She literally worked in various Republic Mobile Surgical Units (Rimsoo) as was seen in Republic comics series & Medstar duology or helping at triage unit(s) and as Jedi healers would not abbadon the wounded during enemy attack. Like when fire spread around them and cut away from safe way to evacuate, her first worry was about the injured people (Republic #65)

I’m really supposed to believe a person with such a mindset and compassion would decide to kill innocent people to make a point about war? Really? REALLY? Even more since there was no focus on why a Jedi like her could break and do something like that in the first place? This wasn’t a development or fleshing out for character, it was just shifting the blame on someone so Ahsoka could get out of Order before RotS/Purge. Which is unfair to Barriss. 

Oh, and by the way, remember how Luminara was talking to Anakin to let it go and accept that his padawan may have died or something along the lines? The mentioned Republic #65 has Mace Windu personally searching for survivors and not leaving enemy lines without checking first if someone survives even when he was told that enemy may attack at any moment:

 This is a proper Jedi. There is a difference between accepting that you did not manage to save someone and not bothering to at least try to save. Which is just another reason why TCW Jedi strikes me more as arrogant, manipulative and uncaring than the flawed people presented in Legends. 

Good Force, it is really bad if I'm going out of my way to rant about respecting Jedi characters...

[scribble-dribble-writes]

SUNSHINE AND SEA SALT

Pairing: Obi wan x F!reader

Content: She downs a drink over his head. He sabotaged her bounty. But beneath the surface, they are both alike, a Jedi and a bounty hunter. The story of making your own decisions in life, to choose a future you want and find that person who truly cures you of loneliness.

Warnings: None. Obi wan leaves the Jedi to figure out what he wants in life, feels, longing, teasing.

Dressing him up like a pirate was complete self indulgence.

Anakin had his montage of frolicking in the fields with Padme. So I wrote one for Obi wan on the beach with his bounty hunter girlfriend 💖

Word count: 9.5k

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The guild was busy as usual, hidden away in a miserable bar. She walked in, her blaster tucked safely into it’s holster. The air seemed to change, the people around her spoke more rapidly in hushed tones. Of course, that’s just the acclaim the best bounty hunter in the area afforded.  She always got the first dibs on critical tracking fobs and believed in a strict time policy. It wasn’t Tor Zenuk, a twilek, that ran this place, it was her. The reputation she had built always preceded her.

Her table was reserved for her, her pockets a little heavier now with a bag full of credits. Life was good, she propped up her feet onto the table. No one would dare disturb her and this would probably be the last time she could get some sleep before she ran after her next target, so she hid her eyes into the crook of her elbow to ease into a nap.

Hardly a minute had passed when parts of a conversation filtered into her ears. “Is that her?”, a voice asked the bartender. “I’d advice you to not disturb her.”, the bartender warned this visitor. The edge of her lips quirked up. Good on you, Kurt.

The footsteps only got louder. The floorboards screeched as a chair was dragged out, then creaked under the weight of someone sitting on it. She continued to be in her state of rest, unbothered. The visitor cleared his throat. “I’m not taking visitors at the moment.”, she responded. “No, no. I’m only here to talk business.”, she heard him respond. A tinge of amusement in his voice. She moved her elbow to the right so as to take a look from her left eye. Her blood surged. Instinct. She unlocked her blaster and held it straight at the head of her visitor. A Jedi by the looks of his robe. “It has been a while since I’ve had a civilised conversation.”, he tipped her blaster away with his index finger.

 “Just answer a question and we both can get on to doing better things.”, he hummed. “What do you want?”, she asked, irritation evident in the way she spoke. “Do you know this man?”, the Jedi pushed a hologram towards her. Greedo, she recognized. “I don’t  deal with him.”, she responded busy analyzing her blaster. “But you know him.”, he pressed on. “One answered question. Now get out.”, she wiped a fleck of dirt from the handle. Rats! She only cleaned it yesterday. He didn’t leave. Now she was annoyed.

She put down her feet, her blaster back in it’s holster and her hands clasped on the table. Only now did she take a good look at him. Perfectly combed back hair, a pleasant smile on his face, his disgustingly perfect white robes contrasting the dingy environment. She hated Jedi, this man even more so, only cause he wasn’t taking a hint to leave her alone. She took the glass filled with her preferred drink. “Look you’re not going to find your aid here.”, she said taking a sip. “I have no reason to help you.”, her eyes narrowed down on him.

“The republic can outbid any offer you make.”, he got himself a drink.

“You walk into my establishment, insinuate that all I care about is money and think you can call the shots?”, she slammed a fist on the table.”

 “Aren’t all bounty hunters one and the same?”, he shrugged his shoulder. “I suggest you leave, pretty boy.”, she pointed towards the door.  “I didn’t mean it like that. Bounty hunters have a price and I wanted to let you know that we will pay your price. For your skill.”, he was trying to get to her. She folded her arms. She knew Jedi were smooth talkers. “Your show of false compassion doesn’t please me.”, she swirled the drink in her hand. “I don’t trust you. I have no interest in getting involved with your kind.”, She spoke through gritted teeth.

“Perhaps I can buy you a drink”, he offered, getting the server to place a drink, just like the one she had in hand.

“You get us to Greedo and in return for your services, we’ll let you get off with a pardon for your crimes along with a handsome fee.”, He speaks, that stupid poised smile still on his face.

She sucked on her teeth. “Crimes?”, she laughed. “What crimes?”, she cocked her eyebrow. He stroked his beard, a smirk evident on his lips. “Your last offense was a week ago. Smuggling goods to the outer rim.”, he folded his arms. Confident in himself. She sneered looking away. His all high and mighty attitude when he doesn’t know how life is like for you. She took the drink he ordered after downing hers.

“Nothing you’re going to offer me is going to change my mind.”, she spoke her focus on the deep blue drink swirling inside the glass. He shifted slightly, trying to come up with ways to motivate her. “Then I’m  afraid I will just have to arrest you.”, he gestured at his guards behind him. She laughed again.

“Do all of you dress in white?”, she asked her smile turning mischievous.

He looked down at his robe. “Well - he starts to explain. “It was a rhetorical question.”, she stated. Now looking at him, she could feel the anger burning well within her. His confused expression, constantly attempting to guess her move. “Angels don’t belong in slums. And you’ve just – she slid of her booth, now closer to him. “strayed too far from home.”, she sloshed the drink across his chest. The blue drink seeping into his robe, the excess dripping onto the floor. The guard next to him raised his blaster when Jedi motioned for him to stand down.

She stole another drink from a patron close to her, leaning on the wooden headboard of his with an extended arm. Now she was face to face, staring into his eyes. He didn’t move, his face placid. She slowly dunked the second drink on the top of his head. His blonde strands turning dark and wet. The drink seeping into his face as droplets trickled down his eyelashes and his beard.

“You’re too pretty for the likes of this place.”, she smiled at him, her eyes now turning to the guards. “Sir.”, one of them sounded as though he wanted the Jedi to bark a command.

He wiped the liquid from his face and licked his top lip to taste the juice that dripped down. She straightened. His hand telling them to stand down once again. Her mouth tipped up in a manner of appraisal, which soon changed into a scowl

“Your kind murdered my brother, even when he didn’t commit a crime.”, she spit out.

“Your idea of justice and peace is skewed.”, She felt the deeply buried vengeance beginning to stir.

She raised the blaster at the guards behind him.

“Don’t you dare try to follow me, honey. It won’t end well for you.”, She instructed them and she walked off. The door slamming on her way out as she disappeared into the night.

He sat there as the other bounty hunters stifled their laughter, the bar tender shaking his head in amusement. He watched her walk away with the elegance of a cat. Her hips swaying with confidence and self reassurance. He wiped his eyebrow with the back of his thumb. “Sir, are you alright?”, the trooper behind him asked. Worry and the slightest hint of a laugh was present in his voice. “Its alright, have a laugh.”, he responded, swiping away the liquid from his pants as he got up. “I’m sorry, Sir. These things only usually happen around your Padawan, but never around you.”, one of the troopers laughed. He could feel his lips expand into a smile. It was true, most of his missions were executed to near perfection. He raked his hands through his hair, swiping it back. The sticky drink slicking back his hair.

He didn’t know she had a brother.

“Let’s head back to Coruscant.  I need to get started on some research.”, he commanded. “But sir, she could be out there. We can still catch her.”, one trooper mentioned. He shook his head.

“She’ll be anticipating our move. Right now, we will exercise patience.”, he spoke staring out into the dark street lit up with flickering street lights.

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She was hot on the trail of a Rodian who was not paying back his debt. The target’s tricky nature got her to raise the price. Catching him would mean she could retire early for the day. The market was crowded and the Rodian seemed to be unaware about her presence. She hid behind the edge of a stall her eyes focusing on his movements. He would have to walk through under a bridge that was just up ahead, it will give her the right element of surprise to spring up on him.

He began to move and so she did. But she picked up movement on her peripheral vision. Looking back, the crowd was as is and yet she couldn’t  shake the feeling that she was being watched. The Rodian walked further away, closer to the trap she had set. As he walked towards the tunnel, she ran to take cover behind a set of crates. He would walk over the mark she had placed and she would deploy the nets. Almost there, every second passed slowly.

“The Jedi didn’t murder your brother.”, a voice spoke close to her ear. Her focus was scrambled, quickly turning to find her face an inch away from the Jedi from yesterday. She fell of balance in fright. Her movement alerting the Rodian who had taken off into a run. In her urgency, she clicked the device in her hand only for the nets to deploy a moment late. Her bounty escaping into the crowd on the other side. She slapped her knee in frustration. His face was hidden beneath a brown cloak, his hands folded in a bemused state. She dusted of her hands. He held out his hand to help her back on her feet, which she ignored. She got up on her own. “Now we’re  even.”, he humped. “Sabotaging my work isn’t going to get me to think about your offer.”, she turned back to leave. This sloppy job would result in her losing some credit for late delivery.

“Greedo is being taken care off. Its your brother’s  death that has brought me back.”, she stopped in her tracks. “What have you found out that I don’t already know?”, she turned to faced him. “You know what I think?”, she took quick steps towards him, with each step an old wound tearing open. “I think you’re  just here to absolve yourself from the guilt.”, she jabbed a finger on his chest. He stood there unalarmed. This reaction of his was confusing to her. He wasn’t disturbed by any of it. When a thought struck her, her eyes widened. “Are you reading my thoughts?”, she asked him. “Why would I do that?”, he raised his eyebrow. “Do you have something to hide from me?”, he smirked. She clicked her tongue. She didn’t have time for games. He pulled her into the shadows under the bridge. His hand warm on her arm. She fought back, but he wouldn’t let go of his gentle hold. It was like he was dragging home a street cat. “The reports state your brother died because of lightsaber burns but the autopsy indicates they were blaster burns made to look like our weapon.”, he spoke in low and hushed tones. “He didn’t, however, have a sister on any of his documents.”, he pulled on his mustache in thought. She stood still for the first time, her eyes briefly catching his. She had a feeling he was telling the truth but her prejudice was not letting her believe it.

“His criminal record, as you stated, was spotless.”, he continued. “I had all my records deleted. To remain anonymous.”, she told him. What prompted her to share this with him, she didn’t  know. “Oh.”, he responded. “He was transporting goods to Glee Anslem when he was last spotted.”, the Jedi shared. The ocean planet, she thought in confusion. “There have been rumors of an illegal project being conducted there. It could be that your brother might have seen something he should not have.”, he looked at her. The bravado in her face ripped back, in this moment he saw a girl who lived with no name or family. Her loneliness that she was so effortlessly trying to hide actually lay beneath all her actions and gestures, trying to distract the viewer from looking longer than she felt comfortable. He could feel the skeletons in her closet marching back to demand justice. But she remained calm, one arm folded across her torso with the other propped up on it. Her hand playing with her bottom lip as she scrutinized the ground below, lost in thought, trying to put the undead back into the boxes she had hidden them away in.

“It doesn’t erase my hate for you.”, she finally spoke. “But it eases my spirit to know the truth.”, she spoke. As much as she was fierce, she was noble and it piqued his interest. “Now I have business to tend to.”, she turned to walk away. His fingers fidgeted under his cloak. “I’m going to Glee Anselm, to uncover the project. My cruiser can take one more, if you’re  interested.”, he spoke before she could disappear again. What prompted him to do this, he didn’t know. She paused for a second but then walked away. He let out a breath he had been holding in. For the first time, he was unsure.

He sat down into his seat in his cruiser. R4 chirping a happy beep upon the sight of him. The seat behind him empty. His hands wrapped around the steering handle, hesitating to ignite the engine. He looked out towards the clearing, she wasn’t coming. He didn’t know what he expected. She hated him and he wasn’t particularly fond of bounty hunters, but he had just hoped…

That she would look at you differently

A thought crossed his mind. Immediately pushing it away, just as it had popped up.

“Are all Jedi’s this slow at starting their cruisers? Or am I just stuck with a lousy driver?”, he heard her speak. The shuffle behind his seat meant she was seated behind him. He turned away to hide his smile. “I thought bounty hunters never ran late. Guess I was wrong.”, he quipped back as his cruiser hummed to life. “R4, set coordinates to Glee Anselm.”, he commanded. The droid chirped. With that they were off.

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There wasn’t much on Glee Anselm if she remembered her geography right. It was a planet people visited to take time off on it’s beaches. Why was brother making runs to a place like that? She asked herself. The ride was relatively quite. It was not what she expected. She anticipated a rough journey, one or the other trying to prove they were the better ones. She expected noise and arguments but all she was feeling in this very moment was, peace. A sense of calm, that she had someone on her team.

Being alone for so long could often make you feel nonexistent, she knew well of that feeling.

She had no friends, only enemies. The concept of a home was foreign.  The domesticity of everyday life was too mundane, so she never took on lovers. Well most men only wanted quite housewives, when the nature of work was the complete opposite and she enjoyed the freedom too much to give any of it up just to meet expectations.

Her independence was her own and in it she found meaning.

The journey had given the perfect moment to do the one thing she could never properly do, sleep. It was always the next mission, or to be on her guard. But within this cruiser, oddly enough with the presence of a Jedi, she felt safe for the first time since her brother had passed.

His hands were tight around the handle, focusing on the light streaks in front of him as the cruiser stayed in light speed, still away from their destination. He had expected her to get up to some mischief but she hadn’t, only when he looked through the side mirror, he caught her sleeping. Something about her soft breaths and still form made his eyes linger longer.

But it seemed it was better when she was staring him down or pouring drinks on him cause he could never hear the sound of her thoughts. Now. Now they were louder. A radio playing old memories, snippets of her fears, her hopes for unknown happiness and her laughter. He needed the ship to land. No he needed to wake her up. The sound of the laughter reverberating through him so much so that he ached to make her laugh as soon as they touched ground. He could feel her reach out for a sense of belonging and love, she was seeking for something she had never felt before and he –

His train of thought stopped. He needed to compose himself. Jedi do not feel so much and he needed to remain detached. This job was no exception. His eyes found their way back to the mirror. He was taking solace in her aches and pains for his was the same. Completely different on the outside and yet seemed to be made of the same fiber within.

R4 beeped as the cruiser shot out of hyperspace, the planet coming into view. She stirred behind him and he looked ahead.

She had never before seen a water planet before. Most of the time her work kept her preoccupied that she didn’t pay much attention to matters like the sky or trees. But for some reason, the planet sparking with it’s little patches of land and endless ocean seemed to call out to her. She caught a sight of his eyes from the small side mirror next to him. He had the very same planet for his irises. She made a note in her mental list on why she should reconsider hating him.

1.       Seems to care.

2.       Has oceans eyes

Not important facts to really convince her but yet they made the list.

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He landed the cruiser and she decided it had gone too long without pulling his leg. “Perhaps congratulations are in order.”, she lured him. “For what?”, he took it switching off buttons and checking the gear. “For a proper landing.”, she smiled. The canopy opened with a hiss and she forgot everything. The sea breeze kissed her cheeks and ruffled through her hair. She was speechless, she hoped onto the soft sand. She had never touched anything so fine.

The water crashed softly near the shore and native species huddled across the sand. She walked a distance away, to stare out at the sea. The sky bright blue with no clouds, colourful ships and sails boobing amongst the waves. She could sense him walking towards her. He stood as he usually would, with his folded arms. Now more than ever he looked incredibly out of place. “One look at you and they’ll  know who you are.”, she pointed it out to him. The sun was out and she was less grumpy, he deduced. “I am not the least bit worried about appearances.”, he responded. “Oh sweet thing.”, she laughed. He forgot what he had said. “Alright. If we’re going to work together, hypothetically. You could start to take a bit of my advice. I do this for a living.”, she turned to him, the wind fluffy up his hair.

“What conning people?”, he smiled. “Ah, I prefer the term manipulation, it sounds more sophisticated.”, she replied. “Fine then. Manipulation is your department, Justice will be mine.”, he told her. “All yours, I was never really good with that department.”, she raised her hands in defense.

“We don’t have any particular set of disguises with us.”, he looked at his ship. “Then he’ll  have to work with what we have.”, she looked at him like tailor would before they took measurements. “I don’t like that look.”, he laughed. And she seemed to forget he was a Jedi. “This is going to be fun.”, she quirked. Her fore finger resting across her lips on her propped up elbow, she gestured for him to loose the robe, he raised his eyebrows but slowly shrugged it off placing it on the sand near his feet.

He felt a little uneasy, like she was peeling away his layers he so badly wanted to be kept hidden. “We’re tourists here for a beach vacation.”, she introduced him to the story in her head as she slowly circled around him coming to a halt. “The white tabards and tunic have to go I’m afraid. Your khaki pants are perfect.”, he shook his head in amusement. If Anakin or Tano were here, they would never let him forget. He unclasped his belt and removed his tunic and tabards. His brown inner tunic and pants were all that remained.

“All good? Do I look like tourist? Albeit I’ve never been one.”, she was still scrutinizing him. “Ha ha the Jedi are workaholics. Tell me something new.”, she continued to stand away. “May I?”, she asked him gesturing to his shirt to which he nodded. “Never took you for someone who asked permission.”, he smiled and she huffed at his tease. She pulled out his double collar opening. Holding the sides of his neatly tucked brown tunic, she pulled it out, the shirt fluttering in the wind. The fabric escaped from her fingers and she found her fingers grazing his skin instead. He inhaled sharply. She removed her hands in an abrupt motion, like she had touched something she should not have. “Your hair and beard are still quite distinct.”, she pointed out stepping away. “No one touches the beard. It took me a while to perfect it.”, he looked away sheepishly. She couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yes, the best in the galaxy.”, she teased him. “I might have a solution for your hair.”, she removed the scarf around her neck. Running her hand through his hair, she messed it up, the wind helping her. Then tied the scarf around his forehead and knotted it in the back. She was close enough to feel his steady breaths on the side of her cheek. “Done. You’re a tourist now.”, she stepped back. “I look more like a pirate.”, he huffed. “Ah then you’re  my type.”, she said, her eyes widening she snapped her finger. “That’s it. That’ll  be perfect.”, she opened her satchel and retrieved a small pouch. “Show me your fingers.”, she demanded. No one dared to demand anything of him before, so he obliged. She took gold rings and slid them on his fingers. “You stole these?”, he asked. She was almost as tall as him, his nose hovering over her forehead. “Borrowed.”, she smirked.

 She gave him her satchel for his lightsaber, while she tucked a dagger into his pocket. “You’re set to make me look like a fugitive.”, he laughed. “Maybe then I can finally see you as an equal.”, she told him and he suddenly felt alright with these changes. He felt free on this planet. Like he was his own person. No republic. No war. No Jedi code. He was, atleast for a day, just a resident in the universe.

“Lets go.”, she instructed another order. “What about you?”, he looked at her surprised. “I already am a fugitive.”, She raised her brows. “Well – he stopped. He felt new in this getup. “its not fair. I had to change so much.”, he gathered his things that were now dusted with sand. “My outfit is impeccable. There’s nothing to change.”, she began to trudge through the sand. “Wait hold on.”, he hooked his clothes under his arm. She looked at him bemused. “We’re losing daylight, we can’t be wast- he cut her off mid sentence. When he reached behind her and pulled out her hair pin. Her bun now unraveled, dark brown curls flowing with the wind. She was stunned. He pushed aside a strand with his pinkie finger.

 “There.”, he looked at her, like he was looking at her for the first time and so did she. “We can trace your brother’s last marker here before he left.”, he changed the subject, turning away to put his things in his cruiser, also to distract his mind. He snuck her hair pin into his pocket.

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The jungle was thick and more humid than the beach. Beads of sweat rolled off their foreheads. “Its close.”, he mentioned. But all she could see was just foliage, not knowing what they were even looking for. They emerged into a clearing and nothing was present. She watched him look around and then close his eyes as though he was reaching out to the space surrounding them.

He sensed something but it wasn’t distinct. A lab. But the space around them had no opening. “Absurd, he delivered goods and this isn’t a docking bay”, he heard her say. He looked at the ground again and notice the faint impression of tire tracks. “Look.”, he signaled to her. Her eyes narrowing down on the clue. “Its end right here and then nothing.”, she looked at him. “Its underground.”, they both said together in unison.

Their sleuthing was brought to an end when a rumble was heard. Looking to escape, they ran towards the nearest tree with a large trunk. “We’re just in time for a delivery.”, she said looking out from behind the tree. A vehicle was approaching, with droids marching around it. A scanner propped up from within the ground. She was observing the activity when her foot tripped on a loose rock, pushing her forward when a strong arm looped around her waist. He pulled her up with his arm. Her back pressed up against him, the edge of his thumb touching her skin. Her heart thundered against her chest. “What was that?”, one droid quirked up. She held her breath and so did he. They waited. “Must be a bird.”, another droid responded. The bay doors creaked open the sounded of heavy gears at work. The droids marched forward and the truck followed. His hold eased. With one shared look they knew what to do. Each as crazy as the other, ran straight into the open bay doors before it could close.

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Hiding into the dark corners of the bay that held large tankers of blue liquid. She hid behind him, placing her arm on his shoulder to balance herself as she scouted the droid’s movement. “Does the justice department have a plan?,”, she spoke from behind him. He was making up a plan as they moved. But now his thoughts were distracted by her soft whisper and hot breath at the edge of his neck. His awareness running sirens in his head as he felt her hand on his shoulder. “Maybe you could try your hand at droid manipulation.”, he responded.

“Alright now that you’ve  gotten what you wanted.”, he felt her hold tighten, “Lets wait for the truck to leave and we can escape. You can come in later with your battalion of troops.”, She fidgeted. “You’re afraid.”, he sensed. “I’m…I’m not.”, there was a quiver in her voice. “I’m thinking for myself.”, her reassured nature snapped back in place. “You’re a Jedi. You’ll  survive. I can’t  afford to get injured. I have a bounty to chase.”, her brows furrowed. “I won’t let you get hurt.”, he turned to face. “And just like that, I’m  supposed to trust you?”, she questioned. “Yes.”, he responded befuddled. He was a man of his word but she didn’t think so. She looked at his expression, she saw raw emotion, one of authenticity. She was on the edge again, tight rope walking between allowing herself to trust him and to run away. Oddly enough, with his ocean eyes boring into hers, she wanted to stay.

“Fine. As long as I get back to my home planet.”, she obliged. She removed her two blasters and aimed it at the droids closest to her. “Two cameras near the other end, I need you to wreck them. Take care of the droids in front of the vehicle, I’ll distract the rest.”, she huddled close to him as she spoke the instructions, and he knew his attachment was only growing. He had thought of a similar maneuver. But it was more than that, it was almost like she had read his mind and as a Jedi his mind was untouched by another. He nodded and tried not to look that stunned.

She watched him run his lightsaber through the cameras. Now, it was play time. She stepped from behind the tank. “Hey tin head.”, she called to the nearest droid. But before it could respond she shot through it’s head and the one next to it. Blaster shots ensued, but it was nothing new. Dodging effectively, she destroyed the droids on her side. Running to help him, she saw him mid fight.

It was as though he was dancing, running his blade through metal, cutting them in half. He slotted his lightsaber right through one of the droids in front of him as he put out his saber. She caught a glimpse of a droid that was right behind him. Taking aiming, she took her shot, the droid falling to the ground even before he could react. “Not a bad shot.”, he smiled as his chest rose and fell rapidly. Something about the way he looked now, fresh out of a fight, she could not deny it, he looked beautiful.

He pulled out a hologram, a map of the place with no heat signatures. “There aren’t  any life forms on board. So mostly droids. We need to get to the control panel.”, he instructed. It wasn’t much far from where they were. “I’ll take out the surveillance cams, you keep a watch for droids.”, she pitched in. Putting the device back into his pocket, he nodded. She observed as he waved his hand and the doors slid open. She was in her element, taking precise shots at the cams before it can register their presence. He had never seen her in action and he knew it was for a reason. Cause the more he witnessed the more he wanted-

He groaned inwardly. He was losing control over his feelings. His momentary slip, caused for her to suddenly shove him into corridor wall. “You’re getting sloppy Jedi.”, she picked up the saber from his hand. The moment she ignited it, the blade ran through a patrol droid that was right at the intersection. She smirked, but it faltered when she felt his hand retrieve her blaster that she had tucked into her back pocket. All she heard was the sizzle of a shot and a droid hitting the floor.

 She had him pinned to a spot. She didn’t know he could shoot that well. His form was perfect as he tucked her blaster back where he found it. She only then realised how close they were. If she wanted to – her eyes dropped to his lips. If she leaned a little – she inhaled his soft breath. Her eyes blinking slowly as though they were coming out of a trance, she locked eyes with him and he was speechless, he wanted to lean in, he wanted to – they snapped out of it. She placed the saber back in his hand and put a great deal of space between them. This will not do, this had to stop, whatever magic he was weaving over her, she will resist.

He led the way, before coming to a stop in front of a metal door. Pressing a button the door slid open with a hiss and she shot through the only droid that was present. It was uncanny how well they worked together. He was at it the moment they got in. Downloading information and intel onto his data stick, when his eyes widened at a discovery. “The separatist’s aren’t involved with this particular project.”, he told her. But she was busy focusing on his sturdy and elegant hands, his finger glistening with the gold rings that she made him wear. She had to distract her mind in some manner, as one truth was becoming quite prevalent. Her brother had just been collateral damage. He had died for nothing.

“It’s a cloning project, and such project can only be sanctioned by the head of the Senate.”, he spoke, his focus on the screen in front of him, shocked by the new revelation and it’s implications. But he heard nothing from her, which prompted him to glance back where she stood. Her face had a cloud over it. He could not sense what was troubling her but it was clear something was. He retrieved his data stick, he got what he came here for. When it struck him, she was here were her brother had been last. She felt distant.

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The air was crisp outside, but he couldn’t hold back his smile as he saw her fish out a piece of scrap out of her hair. “Of all the exits you could have chosen, you chose the scrap chute?”, she sounded frustrated, when the sound of waves grew louder. Suddenly eased, forgotten about all the inconveniences. This planet was beginning to feel like home, like she knew it in the back of her mind.

She looked down from the cliff to see it was at the perfect jumping height. “This is where we depart I’m  afraid.”, she stopped him in his tracks. “I thought you needed a ride back to your planet.”, he told her. “I’ve changed my mind. The job’s done early, the sun is still out. I might stick around. I’ll  find a way back, Kenobi”, she spoke his name. “So the Lynx knows my name.”, he tilted his head. “Of course I do. Knew it from the moment you walked into my bar.”, she wasn’t interested in making conversation. “You might have to send that back to the council. So you probably should get started before sunset.”, she pointed at his data stick. “I sense that you want to get rid of me.”, he looked away. “And you don’t want me to be alone.”, she stated. “We both know the Jedi are heartless, so kindly allow me to grieve in peace.”, she began to unbutton her shirt taking notice of a small cove right below. “What are you doing?”, he asked, shocked.

“Going for a swim. The concept of ‘fun’ is a foreign concept for you folk isn’t it, pretty boy?”, she smirked knocking of her boots. Bundling her clothes and boots together, she dropped it onto the sands below near the cove. “We know fun.”, he fumbled. “The Jedi are predictable and frankly boring.”, she patted his cheek.

Predictable

His enemies knew him differently, even Grievous would vouch for his unpredictable ways.

Boring

He huffed. He wasn’t boring. The galaxy knew of his wit and charm. Oh he would show her. She walked away from him, in a camisole and short tights. There was still the rest of the day left. On this planet, no one cared about him. This anonymity was giving him a sense of freedom and maybe that was how she felt. He grabbed onto the edge of his collar and peeled away his shirt. “What are you doing?”, she asked surprise etched across her face as she turned to look at him.

His body gleaming in the sun, tempting her to touch him again. “Thought I’d stay.”, he spoke folding the ends of his pants. “show you how a Jedi has fun.”, mischief in his eyes. Getting him to leave had back fired on her. “You’re in my way, darling.”, he motioned for her to step aside. Her mouth opened in shock. This wasn’t the same man. He began to run, and she noticed, he was running towards her. He took a hold of her arm and to keep up with him she began to run along as well, she turned to look at him. As though the world slowed, the golden light casting his face in an heavenly glow, wisps of hair like strands of gold, the even steady thumps of his feet digging into the ground, his hold on her arm slipped. Sliding down to lace his fingers around hers and the mysteries of the universe made sense, for he was one. She didn’t want to let go, that much she knew. “You’ve gone crazy.”, she exclaimed. He laughed, the sound resounding in his chest as their feet left the ground.

The sound of a splash. An instant feeling of cold. The water fresh and blue. He stayed there submerged for a second in the cold, in the silence, before breaking for air. His heart had never pounded against his ribs in joy like this before. Maybe he had to make a habit of becoming a tourist now and then, he spit out the salt water in his mouth. Pushing back his wet hair, he turned to search for her, when he was hit with a splash of water. Followed by her laugh. He could hear it over and over, the sound erasing the burdens he was carrying. “You’re going to regret that.”, he said before pushing a wave of water towards her. She shrieked and tried to swim away but he was faster. He grabbed her heel. She was caught in his gentle hold once again. He pulled her back to him, she wasn’t fighting it.  He hooked her legs around his waist and her hands found their own way around his neck. His hands found their places on her waist almost as if they were made for that very purpose, to be held by him. She looked down into his eyes, the sun working it’s magic causing his freckles to come to life. Unburdened, he was a different man. He felt free. But she had grown used to his little reserved mannerisms that this version of him made it impossible to tease him. His expression became serious, intent as though only one thought was running through his mind and she wished to read it.

Kiss her.

A single thought, he was lost in her gaze, her bronze skin made for this planet. She belonged here and he belonged anywhere she was. He tucked strands of her dark wet hair behind her ear. “Obi wan”, she whispered as though she was practicing it, to feel the way they fit in her mouth. He looked up through his dark blond lashes. “I need to remind myself we’re from different worlds. Sometimes I wish life was easy, and some choices simpler.”, she slid her palms to the edge of his shoulders. “We’re more alike than you know.”, he shared. “I know but we may never be able to build something from it. Our lives demand us to be somewhere else entirely. Neither of us willing to give up their past and present. How can a future be forged from that?”, she asked. Oh her mind, he felt dazed.

“We have the now for ourselves.”, he spoke, his voice lower in tone. “So what do you suggest we do?”, she asked, he hummed. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”, he told her, the water lapping around them. “You feel your brother’s death was for nothing.”, he told her before she could spell it out and maybe it was for the best.

Her silence proved her was right. “It wasn’t for nothing, it was the catalyst. His death brought us here and now we will be able to bring to light the truth he had discovered and bring peace to his name.”, he told her. “and to you. The future is yours to decide now.”, she heard him say. The future was hers, a freeing thought. The past was put to rest. So all she had to do was tackle the now. She dipped down and placed her lips on his forehead, the immediate tinge of sea salt and the softness of his skin. He froze. Her lips tingled. His head tilted and she felt his lips place a soft kiss in the middle of her collar bone, his nose resting on her throat. “From blue drinks to blue seas. We’ve  come a longer way.”, she heard him laugh, which sent ripples through her. He was a force to be reckoned with.

Swimming back to shore, she finally felt her feet touch the sand. She was ahead of him. “First one to retrieve our clothes get one wish.”, she yelled to him from over her shoulder taking off into a run. She was almost there, when his arm snaked around her, pulling her to a stop. Before she could break away, he carried her over one shoulder. She couldn’t escape. “This is unfair.”, she playfully punched back in response to which he rocked her still keeping her in his hold. His slightly tanned back, the sea breeze and his golden hair. She never wanted to leave. He retrieved both their clothes and only then set her down.

The embers from their little bonfire escaped into the night sky. Their clothes laid near the heat for it to dry as she rested her head on his chest, his hand absent mindedly playing with the ends of her hair. She felt his soft gaze on her, not looking at anything else. “What are you looking at, thief?”, she asked. “Thief?”, he quipped. She fished out her bejeweled hair pin from his pocket. “A souvenir for your tryst at the beach.”, she placed it back. His mind was latched onto the fact this day was coming to an end. “How many souvenirs have you collected?”, she asked a pointed question. “Only yours.”, he patted his pocket. “Do you not have real name apart from ‘the Lynx’?”, he asked. “You can call me whatever you like, darling?”, She smirked. He hummed his eyes roving across her face. He leaned in towards her ear, and the word he spoke caused her to whip her focus to meet his eyes, her façade destroyed and ripped away. “What did you say?”, she asked. Shocked and rattled to her bones. As though nothing will help her escape from this feeling she felt with him, she was seen for who she truly was.

“You can only alter a copy of the document, which is what many people have access to at best. But the true copy of your data reports are protected and secured to prevent them from being tampered with. I happened to have access to them.”, he told her. “Say it again.”, she demanded, he obeyed. He whispered her name. A name she had forgotten. “Again.”, her voice grew softer, she leaned further. He let his lips meet hers, whispering her name between kisses.

He didn’t want to break away, he didn’t want it to end but the moon was rising higher and he had to leave to Coruscant. He placed a soft kiss that lingered, holding her jaw, then resting his forehead on hers. Her eyes were closed and his breathing eased. “My mind doesn’t feel alone with you.”, he whispered, “For so long I had gone as though no one could see the real me. No one knew the hurt I carried. But being in your presence, I feel my pain to be halved.” He admitted. She had only been cast dirty looks before, no one had told her she made someone else feel less lonely. “I wanted to hate you. Warned my heart to stay away. But it only wants you. And in the rhythm of it's beating it calls out for a home, a call that was never responded to before. Now it calls your name.”, she confessed.

“What do you wish for?”, she asked. Choose to run away with me, she thought. “Come with me. To Coruscant.”, he said, he would plead with her if he had to. But her expression changed, she sat up. “You want me to come live with you? As a secret?”, she pushed away. She won’t be hidden away. “My Padawan has managed to do so. With his wife.”, her fears were coming true. “Or you could come with me? Be free. Just us and the universe.”, she told him. She never asked for anything before but now she wanted this new life she could envision in her mind. He looked at the waves. “I can’t.”, He said softly hanging his head , short wisps of his hair falling over his forehead. “Then I can’t either.”, she blinked back tears. She didn’t shed a tear when she heard news about her brother, she went on to track the next bounty on her list.

Now the tears began to rise all on their own. It was probably the pain of always having been so close to something she wanted and fate intervening to destroy it. He fit her perfectly, now it hurt to rip away the part of him that had gotten stuck to her.

She began to dress herself. “I will like to go home now. Where you first found me.”, her walls slowly rising back to where they had been, leaving him across the moat. His mind was blank, with nothing to say. But his heart, it was a different matter. It was breaking for something that he now wanted and could not have. He could see her eyes, now glazed with fresh tears. He didn’t mean to hurt her and yet wherever he went hurt seemed to follow.

“Lets not part on bad terms”, she smiled and he knew then she was stronger than him. She slipped her hands around his chest and hugged him, her held her close. He watched the fire die out in the bonfire, red embers slowly disappearing into the dark. And he buried his face into her hair, the feeling that her memory will vanish just like those embers, when it had kept him warm once would then slowly slip into oblivion. She broke away from him and began to walk back to his cruiser, only then he noticed the wet marks on his shirt. He could feel his own tears beginning to ebb, like a teen boy who had gotten his heart broken, he wanted to turn back time.

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It had been three months since his trip to Glee Anselm. The Jedi Council seized the lab he found and using the data he retrieved began a hidden investigation to find out who was behind this. But the thrill of this victory skimmed past him, he felt nothing. He’d been trying to forget her. He’d  been failing at that. The hair pin in his pocket, his fingers fidgeted with it anytime he felt nervous, which was often these recent couple of days. Ever since he heard that ‘The Lynx’ had disappeared, he couldn’t sleep well. Anakin pointed out his disheveled appearance but he couldn’t bother with any of it. He needed to find her. He needed to know if she was safe, if she was alive.

All his efforts at locating her was pointless, it was as though she didn’t want to be found by him. An idea struck him, unconventional, that was for sure but it would be his last resort, his last attempt.

The room he was in was constricting, the people boring, he wanted to go for a swim, his robes suddenly feeling heavier than what they felt like. He felt sick of the air around him, not one person in the room would worry if he was lost in battle except for Anakin, Ashoka and Padme. It felt meaningless, this never ending war, the order, to not be allowed to feel. He’d  tasted what it was like to feel and now he wasn’t able to go back to his old ways. No family to call his own. No place that he felt like home. He knew what he had to do.

He knew what he wanted.

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She was out on the beach when a trap sprung up on her. A measly looking bounty hunter emerging from his foliage once he knew she couldn’t escape. “Who are you?”, she asked her voice seeping with anger. “Sorry, miss. I’ve got strict orders to share your coordinates the moment I’ve located you.”, he spoke and tapped on the device in his hand. She had no reason to be anyone’s target. She chose a life for herself on Glee Anselm, establishing her own lodging facility and restaurant that over looked the ocean. She decided on her future, a life she felt free to live. And yet she could never truly forget him. He was everywhere, in the brown of the wooden tables, in the gold of the evening hours, in the gentle breeze, the taste of sea salt and the blue of the sky. She would take walks near their cove and often hope she would turn and see him waiting there, for her.

She deployed a stun from the gadget on her wrist that freed her from his trap. He fumbled, the end of her blaster touching his nose. The man raised his hands in defense. “Who else knows I’m here.”, she demanded. “Just me. But I’ve sent your coordinates to my employer.”, he replied. “But I know nothing about them. I..I swear.”, he stuttered. She lowered her blaster, it was no use asking him. Whoever it was will soon get here and then she can handle this mess. She took the bounty hunter in and gave him a hot meal which he looked grateful for.

 She took a seat by the verandah, the other guests chatting behind her as the bounty hunter ate. “They’re almost here.”, he informed as his device vibrated. Fate she thought, was coming around to destroy what she had built again and she didn’t know if she had the strength to fight.

She watched the shore line, the waves lapping softly with no one in sight. That was the only way through which anyone could enter her premise. Her eyes stilled when she saw a figure jog across the sand. She didn’t know who it was. She prepared herself for the possibility that she would have to leave her life behind.

The figure pushed through the door, the bell jingling as they entered. He stopped to look about the room but his attention landed on her with ease. His hair was messy, he was wearing a limestone colored sleeveless tunic and loose pants. But his beard gave him away. He walked towards her table and with every step, she could not believe he was real.

He turned to see her a brief moment before he sorted his business with the bounty hunter. Muttering a soft thanks and placing a bag of credits in the bounty hunter’s  hand. The bounty hunter took his leave. He sat down in the seat across her. He looked like a pirate and she wore a white pleated shirt. They had swapped parts of each other and now we’re trying to keep those remnants alive.

“You placed a bounty on me?”, she asked. He propped up his elbow on the table, resting his head in his hand. He didn’t respond immediately. She looked away. “You disappeared and I had to find you.”, he said, the rough edges on his face were no more. He looked at ease. “You’re wasting your time. I’m not open to entertaining visitors.”, she told him. “Oh you mistake me, I’m just here to watch the sea.”, he spoke, her attention was back on him. The gold rings that she had given him were still on his fingers.

“Won’t the council demand you to be back?”, she asked, brows knitting in confusion. “I’ve decided to step down.”, the weight of his words hung in the air. “The past five months felt like I had misplaced my heart. No place felt like home. I realized I’ve been looking in all the wrong places when it’s been you all along.”, he said, he spoke with a sense of freedom. “Careful, you almost sound like you missed me.”, she felt a small smile play on her lips. His brows knit together, his hand sliding over hers. “Very much.”, he breathed. Having him here, everything seeming like it was coming together. It all felt to good to be true. She pulled her hand back. “I can’t do it again. You’ll  come around for a day and then leave. I’m not willing to lose it all again. We had our fun out of this. Be on your way to better adventures, Obi wan.”, she needed more than this. She rose out of her seat and walked away.

His eyes stayed on her, as she walked along the shoreline, a lonely figure against a picturesque landscape. Two solitary souls that keep pushing away what they needed the most, what they might find if only they sought  each other out. He needed to win back her trust and the only to do it was to show her. To show her that he was back for good, that he was back for her. He needed to promise her a future, just like she had said that day.

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He had stayed for a month and showed no signs of leaving. She found him to be everywhere, in the restaurant’s kitchen helping the staff, at the reception chatting away with customers that they began to take to him. She couldn’t walk on the beach any more, he was there too. She tried to get out early just as the sun was rising in the hopes to avoid him but only to catch him coming out of the waves from a morning swim. She thought better to change her schedule for a walk in the afternoon but he was there helping the fishermen with their catch. She thought best to walk after the restaurant closed for the day, only her and the moon and …. him, as she looked ahead, a lonesome figure sat on the shore looking away into the vast ocean. The worse feeling was that he never bothered her, he gave her the space she needed and yet anytime she caught his gaze, she felt a little less alone.

He served dishes, helped rebuild the huts that were destroyed in the recent rains and everyday placed a cup of tea he made next to her breakfast plate. He would sit by his favourite spot near the balcony over looking the beach to read. A lot of his admirers would come in during the times he was present. She felt melancholic, this yearning that had begun to fester again, a yearning for him.

There was also the matter of his small reassuring touches, as he slipped her the newspaper or when he took the pen from her hands, shoulders touching when they stood close, he was driving her mad with his presence. He was proving to her that he was here for good and it was working.

She wrapped her shawl tight around her. The high of her past life had dwindled and broken away to reveal the one she was currently living. With him around, the days felt pleasant. Now she expected to see him. She wanted to talk to him, ask him if he will have her, even after having tried to push him away. She took a stroll to the cove, no one was here usually for only she knew of this spot. But today it was different. A small bonfire was set, and there he was, looking up at the stars. He sensed her presence, and turned to see her. He sat up as though he was beginning to leave. “No stay, please.”, she told him. He laid back down. She took a seat next to him. Sitting in comfortable silence. She enjoyed that with him. It struck her then, in that moment, she loved him. She had been afraid of losing him again all this while. “Obi wan”, she turned towards him. “Yes”, his answer came instantly. She wanted to ask him if he’ll take her back but she seemed to lack the guts to ask it. So instead she lied down next to him, looking up at the stars. A once highly feared bounty hunter was now second guessing herself. She placed her arm next to his, her knuckles brushing against his. She waited. A second passed. His hand moved a little closer and so she moved her hand a little closer again. He opened his palm. It was an invitation, a question and a choice all at once. He hoped she would take his hand. He knew nothing else now, apart from to wait under the moon every night for her to come meet him at the place that meant everything to him. His own little monument and refuge. He felt her fingers slide in between his. She took the opportunity, like she was saying yes to him. Yes to it all, yes to this future with him by her side. He clasped his fingers around hers, then took it and kissed the back of her hand before placing it on his chest . His heart beating fast just like hers.

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“Be careful”, she yelled as she watched a tiny figure run ahead of them to collect shells. “She’s just like you, always on an adventure.”, he spoke, her hand warm in his. “She’s got her father’s curiosity.”, she told him, their steps in unison under the pale moonlight. “When did you know I was the one for you?”, she asked him. His eyes following the little figure in front of them and then he turned to look at her. “The moment you splashed that drink on me.”, he smiled. And everything in the world was right. Her future made up for the past, and the now was always special, with him. Only with him. She leaned in, her lips finding his.

There was nothing more she could ask for.

[rogue205]

This post is nothing but veiled Anti Anakin and Padme. It's a tragedy that Anakin did not get to connect with his daughter before he died. He loved her before Bail even knew she existed.

Damn. Straight! Anakin loved his child from the very second he was informed that there WAS a baby to love and I am SICK of haters ignoring that!!!! Anakin also blatantly stated he didn’t care about anyone knowing he was married to Padme in that exact movie as well. He loved his family and wanted to be with them to the point he fully planned on leaving the Order after the war. (Padme was actually the hesitant one)

Anakin didn’t know it was twins but he would’ve loved both Luke and Leia equally and with all his heart. He would’ve been the best doting father especially considering his own example of parenthood, his mother and no one will convince me otherwise.

Bail Organa is a man with what he thinks are good intentions I’m sure, but he basically kidnapped his friend’s baby daughter because “he and his wife always wanted a little girl”, did not inform her maternal grandparents that she was alive and vowed to protect her yet took her to a planet with no weapons which was right next door to the seat of the Empire. It certainly didn’t help that he and his wife were heavily suspected in being Rebellion sympathizers and supporters so if Vader actually found out she lived, he wouldn’t have even needed an excuse to storm Alderaan and get her back.

Quite frankly, I believe Leia would’ve been a lot safer on Naboo with her maternal grandparents where Bail could’ve offered them his protection if he wanted to watch out for her so badly.

Breha and Bail as couple, parents, leaders and politicians >>>> Padme and Anakin as couple, parents, leaders and politicians