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mrsmikaelsxn · 2 years ago

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Mall Of Magic

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pairing: anakin skywalker x female reader

warnings: cursing, fluff, humor, kissing

summary: you and your boyfriend anakin were sent on a mission that took place on earth and the two of you decide to go to a mall

a/n: i am so in love with this man its unhealthy

song: borderline - tame impala

"Woahh, Ani do you see this," you say as you step onto moving stairs. "It's magic!"

"Let me try," he says as you go higher up. He cautiously takes a step onto the magic step. He puts his other foot on and grins.

"We should get this for home when I'm too tired to walk up the stairs," you suggest.

You both go down the one that slides lower, when you come up with an idea.

"What do you think happens if we go up the down one?"

"I'm not sure," he ponders for a moment, "but I want to try," he says with a giddy smile.

You start walking on it and notice it didn't change directions. "Whoever gets to the top first wins," you say starting to run up. You and Anakin race up and you just made it to the top when you hear a yelp.

You turn and notice Ani bumping into people. "Sorry! Sorry, excuse me!"

A minute later, a panting Anakin makes it to your laughing self. "Not funny," he huffs. "I almost fell down"

You both then walked to another store you saw. There was glass blocking the enterence though.

As Anakin stepped to knock on the glass, it suddenly opened making you both gasp. He turns his head to you, "I didn't know the Force was here," he says confused.

You pull him back and watch the door close. You push him forward again and the glass slides open.

"Wow, Ani! It likes you," you wink.

He rolls his eyes, "who wouldn't," you slap the back of his head at his cockiness.

You drag him inside as he intertwines his fingers with yours. You walk through the store with food. You come across an isle called Baking Supplies.

"What do you think this is for?" you ask him, holding up a bag with 'flour' written on it.

"Maybe they put it in the food. We should take it with us," he replies.

"Okay, we could ask Obi-Wan about it when we get back home. Do you think it will open in the ship?"

"Let's test it," he says before dropping the bag. You watch it drop and break open as powder flies everywhere and covers you both. The two of you start coughing and wave your hands in front of you.

"Good job, Ani. Look what mess you've made," you said placing a hand on your his and wiping powder off your eyes.

"It's not my fault it's bad quality," he mumbles. You dust the two of you off the best that you could manage.

"Let's go somewhere else," you say.

"HAH!" you should as you shoot Anakin.

"No! That's not fair!"

"You lost and I won fair and square, so hush," you smirk.

"You cheated," he whines, "I wasn't ready"

"You are so adorable when you are a sore loser, my love," you boop his nose.

You two had come across a place called "Laser Tag", and Anakin dragged you in after seeing the cool lights.

You and him eliminated all the other players due to your fighting experience, you snuck up on Anakin and shot him in the back.

"This game isn't fun anymore," he pouts. You kiss his lips quick before you pull him along with you to find something else to do.

As you were walking through the mall, you saw people sitting and looking at a little box - that's what it looked like.

You glance at Anakin whose arm was around your shoulder, "what do you think those are?"

He looks to what your staring at, "I don't know, why don't you go and ask?"

"Okay, I'll be back in a minute," you say stepping away from him and towards some people who seem around your age.

"Excuse me," you say grabbing their attention. "Me and my boyfriend," you start and point your finger at him, "were wondering that thing in your hand is," you finish.

They just stare at you like you have two heads. "You mean... a phone?"

"A phone?" you repeat.

"Yeah...?"

"Well what does it do?"

"I- uh- it allows you to communicate with people, and you can do pretty much anything on it," one person explains.

"How fascinating! Can you really do anything on that little box?"

"Phone," a girl corrects, "and not everything," she tells you.

"Let me get my boyfriend, and then can you show us some stuff?" you question the boy next to you.

"Uh- yeah sure," you smile at him and drag Anakin towards the boy. He then spends about twenty minutes showing you and Anakin some things on the magic cube.

You thank them and head somewhere else.

"My brain hurts," Anakin says, dramatically holding his head. You and him were very confused from the 'phone'. It was too complicated for you both.

"Mine too," you pat his back.

Anakin saw a big plant and pulled you behind it with him.

"We should scare people, we could jump out when they walk by," he grins at you.

"Great idea," you high five him.

You two scared at least 15 people until you saw a person wearing a 'security' outfit running towards you both.

He almost grabbed Anakin's collar but you were faster.

You quickly grab Ani's hand and pull him as you start running. Both of your laughs fill the mall hallways as you run away. You both turn back just in time to see the man slip on something.

You both burst out laughing again as you sneak away.

You turn and lean your back against a wall, the two of you catching your breath.

"Th- that was s- so amazing," he gets out between pants and laughs.

You enter a clothing shop with some items for cold weather. You throw a bunch of scarfs on you both as you giggle and dance with Anakin in your silly outfits to the music that was playing.

You throw a hat on him and bow down at him. "You look dashing," you say.

"Why thank you, my lady. You don't look bad yourself," he obnoxiously winks at you.

"I have to agree with you on that, Skywalker," you blow him a kiss in the mirror you two were looking at yourselves in.

Ignoring the weird looks you got from people around you, you both continue to do some fun poses in the mirror.

You two accidentally walked into a store with some interesting pieces of clothing, specifically ones that go under your clothes.

You look at Anakin as he turns red.

He has seen you without clothes plenty of times, which made how embarrassed he was funny.

"I- uh- um- next place," he stutters over his words as you laugh and wrap your arm around his waist.

You were getting ready to leave when you and him see people walk in into a small cube room, you see the doors shut and wonder what it was.

"Ani lets go to that before we leave," you smile up at him.

"Do we push the button?" he asks staring at the two buttons on the wall.

"I guess so," you shrug pushing the bottom one.

The doors open and you step inside with him as they shut.

"Where do you think this takes us," he wonders aloud.

"I'm not sure, guess it's a surprise," you grin.

A few moments later the doors open, you notice it's by the entrance you came in through.

"Oh! It's like another type of stair, Ani," you realize.

"I suppose it is... I got to say I am a bit disappointed, I though it would take us somewhere cool," he sighs. You nod your head and the two of you leave to go back to where you were staying. You would be coming back here soon.

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thechaoticfanartist · 2 years ago

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Live Today and Live Tomorrow

Summary: Grim and Obi-Wan in the first few days after Order 66.

Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Grim Kennet (OC)

Additional Tags: Obi-Wan is called Ben, Grim is called Rue, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Post Order 66

Note: I wrote this fic over a month ago after @bluejay-in-write sent a fake title for a story and completely forgot to post it.

After everything that happened, it was time for Grim and Obi-Wan to find a new home. Where they could watch over Luke, and begin new lives.

At last the two Jedi stopped. “Here we are,” said Obi-Wan as he got off the eopie they were riding.

“A cave?” Grim asked, curiously. “But in the next movie you live in a hut.”

“And when does the next movie take place?” Obi-Wan asked her.

“Nineteen years from now,” she replied.

“In that case, perhaps I will get a hut in the future, but for now it’s been a very long day and we both need rest.”

Grim yawned. “But it’s only dawn?”

“And when was the last time either of us slept?”

“I’m pretty sure I was sleeping when getting my new arm,” she joked, gesturing to her new metal replacement.

“Very well, but I haven’t had any sleep recently, and I know you haven’t gotten much sleep at all in the past days. So for now let's get some sleep and discuss what the future will hold for us in the morning.”

“Okay,” said Grim. “But if you don’t get a hut this year-”

“Grim, let’s not start this.”

“Fine,” she agreed. She slid off the eopie and entered the cave after Obi-Wan. “It’s not big,” she noted needlessly.

“It doesn’t need to be big, it just needs to shelter us and keep us hidden.”

“True.”

Neither Jedi had much, so they didn’t bother to unpack. There were only two rooms in the cave, the main room in which they entered, that also had another opening - Grim thought that would be a great place for meditation - and a room with a giant rock on the floor. She supposed that would be the bed.

Grim and Obi-Wan used their cloaks for blankets. The day’s events had tired the Jedi Master so he slept first, but Grim could not sleep.

She found her lightsaber and went outside, sitting down in the sand, staring at the lightsaber in her hand. She held it out in front of her, her metal fingers wrapped around the hilt. She recalled when she first created it, the joy she had felt, and how she considered it her first step on the path of becoming a Jedi.

Grim smiled at the memory. So bittersweet now that she knew she couldn’t ignite the blade. That would endanger too many people.

She set the weapon beside her. And drew in a breath, exhaled, and then sunk into the Force.

It was empty now. Grim was used to the light, to the countless stars in the night sky. Now those stars were gone. She felt sad as she was unable to reach the stars, the ones who had died today. A grief filled her and she tried to focus closer. She felt Obi-Wan, always so bright, and she smiled.

At some point Grim must have managed to get some sleep, because she was gently woken up by Obi-Wan. She also realized she fell asleep outside. “I made breakfast,” Obi-Wan told her.

“Breakfast?” Grim asked.

"Yes," said Obi-Wan. "And I doubt sleeping on sand was any good for your new arm," he added.

“Ah, kriff, I didn’t think of that,” said Grim.

Neither Obi-Wan or her had changed out of the outfits they left Polis Massa in yet. For Obi-Wan that meant he was still wearing his same robes from Utapau and Mustafar, but Grim had gotten a new outfit before she was knighted. Though her robes lacked sleeves, and therefore left her entire metal arm exposed.

“I don’t think any sand got in it if you’re worried about that,” Obi-Wan told her. “But you might want to have something covering it from now on,” he suggested.

“Yeah, good idea, Master.”

“You’re not a Padawan anymore, and we can’t even use our names now,” Obi-Wan replied.

“We’ll discuss this over breakfast?”

“That was the idea.”

They went back inside the cave, and Obi-Wan set up breakfast for the two of them. They sat down and began to eat. “I know what name you choose,” said Grim. “You’ll be Ben Kenobi.”

“Well that was easy, although why do I still have the same last name?”

“Ask yourself, Kenobi,” joked Grim. “That was something established long before I ever interfered with things.”

“Well, with my name taken care of, what about yours?”

Grim took another bite as she considered the question. “Rue,” she decided after a long moment.

“Rue?” Ben asked. “That sounds like a good name for you, what about your last name?”

“I’m not sure,” admitted Grim. “Actually, I may have an idea?”

“What is it?” Ben asked.

“Well, people used to think we’re related. And…well I do kind of look like I could be your daughter? And…er, this is embarrassing, but what if we embraced that? Like, I could be Rue Kenobi? And I’d be your daughter?” She looked at her breakfast to avoid seeing Obi-Wan’s reaction.

“Rue…” Ben started. “I know you looked to me as a father, and I have seen you like my own daughter. I think that would be a wonderful idea.”

She looked up at him, her vision blurred by tears of joy. “Really?”

“Yes, young one,” he confirmed, smiling.

Rue hugged Ben, crying into his shoulder. “That means so much to me. Thank you.” Ben held Rue until she let go of him. Rue wiped away her tears. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Ben told her. “But I am.”

“For what, dad?"

“What I’m suggesting. Our lightsabers mark us as Jedi. We must stay hidden.”

“We’re already living in a cave on a backwater world,” Rue pointed out.

“Yes, one run by the Hutts, and there will no doubt be a higher demand of bounties on Jedi.”

Rue sighed, Ben made a valid point. “Do you think the Empire would also try to gain a stronger presence here than the Republic did?” she asked.

“You tell me, Rue. But I would not be surprised if the Empire tried to get a stronger grip on these worlds,” Ben replied. “Which is why I believe we should bury our lightsabers somewhere out in the desert. Anakin’s as well.”

“But you taught me that our lightsabers are our lives. Can we not just keep them hidden in this cave somewhere?”

“And our time as Jedi is over. It’s too big of a risk to keep them on us, even hidden in this cave. We have to stay hidden, and that means we cannot keep our lightsabers."

“I’m knighted only to not be allowed to be a Jedi,” sighed Grim. She knew that was the case anyways, but the reality of it sunk in with Obi-Wan’s suggestion.

“I’m very sorry, little one,” Obi-Wan told her. “This should have never been the case.”

“No, it shouldn’t have,” agreed Grim. “I should have told you.”

“It has already happened,” said Ben. “We need to focus on what we will do for the future now.”

“That’s too hard to think about. I’ve thought about nothing but the future for three years, dad. And look where that led us.”

“Now that is the past, so let us focus on the moment. One day at a time,” Ben suggested.

“One day at a time. So what do we do today?”

“We should unpack what little we have and try to make this cave into our home,” said Ben. “And bury our lightsabers. But we can wait one more day, all right?”

Rue nodded. “Okay.”

After they finished their breakfast, Rue and Ben began to unpack the little things of their past they still had.

There really wasn’t much at all. As Jedi they did not hold onto much, and even if they had most of it had been destroyed in the Purge. So most of the day was spent trying to make their cave into a place they could call home.

Once again, it didn’t take much. The cave had very little, and the Jedi only needed themselves. It may not have been the grand Jedi Temple on Coruscant, but they made do. They had finished before noon.

Ben and Rue sat down outside, looking at the view of the desert. Nothing but sand for miles. They had been able to fool themselves that the tragedy of yesterday had never happened, but it had only been temporary relief from all of that grief. One that now crashed down upon the two Jedi.

They held each other, and mourned their family together.

The following day it was Rue waking Ben. He looked at her with wide eyes, recovering from whatever nightmare had been occuring. She already knew.

“Rue,” Ben sighed relieved. “I’m sorry if I woke you."

“I was already up,” Rue replied. “Was it about Anakin?”

Ben nodded. “He was my brother, and I killed him, Rue. I killed Anakin.”

Rue sat down beside him and wrapped Ben into a hug. “I know, I’m sorry,” she said. She was lying to him. She knew Anakin lived, but she couldn’t tell him, even despite him claiming he killed Anakin.

Ben cried, and Rue held him. When Ben stopped crying, Rue let go. “I’ll make us some breakfast today,” she told him.

She did just that and returned with their breakfast. They ate in silence. Ben was the one who broke it once he had finished eating. “We have to bury our lightsabers today,” he said.

Rue nodded. She remembered their conversation the day prior. “Yes, I know.”

“If you don’t want to come with me that’s fine, I can bury your lightsaber on my own,” said Ben, knowing how she was opposed to it.

“No, dad. I want to go with you. I can bury my lightsaber,” Rue told him.

“All right, Rue.”

The two set off on their eopie. “Do you have a certain place in mind where we’ll be burying our lightsabers?”

“We’re not burying our lightsabers in any particular place. It has to be in the middle of nowhere, so they won’t be found.”

“Who is going to be digging through the sand of Tatooine to find the lightsabers of Jedi?” Grim asked. She thought Ben was being overly paranoid about being discovered.

“No one, which is exactly why we’re burying them.”

“Then why can’t we bury them outside our home?”

“Because in the case they were discovered it would mark us as Jedi.”

“But if they aren’t near us, we can’t be considered suspects.”

“Exactly,” said Ben. The two of them stopped. “This would be a good place.”

Rue frowned as she got off the eopie. Ben had managed to get a shovel for the two of them, and so they took turns digging a hole. Once it was completed they got the box they had brought with them to bury their lightsabers in.

One lightsaber was already in it, Anakin’s lightsaber. Rue and Ben looked at it for a long moment. Both thinking of the brother they had shared - and to Ben, the brother he had killed. “I’m sorry,” said Obi-Wan.

“Me too,” said Grim.

The two Jedi held out their lightsabers. They looked at each other before putting their weapons in the box.

They put the box in the hole. Grim looked at Obi-Wan, “can I use the Force?” she asked him quietly. “Just one more time?” She almost broke at the question.

“One more time,” he said. “The both of us.”

They connected to the Force, ignoring all of the darkness and emptiness and focusing on the light that still lived. They grabbed the sand with it, and together they buried their lightsabers.They opened their eyes and looked at each other.

No longer Jedi. No longer Obi-Wan Kenobi and Grim Kennet.

Rue trembled. Tears filling her eyes. “We never should have had to do that,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry.”

Ben wrapped an arm around her. “It isn’t your fault,” he told her. “No matter how you feel about it.”

“And it isn’t yours.”

Tears filled Ben’s eyes as well. The two stood there for a moment. Looking down at the spot where they had buried themselves.

“Let’s go home, Ben. We lived, let’s keep living.”

“Yes, let’s keep living.”

Rue and Ben Kenobi left the grave of Grim Kennet and Obi-Wan Kenobi, and headed home. They had both survived and died on Mustafar, victims of Order 66, but the two would live as well.

Their story wasn’t over, not yet.

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kenobster · 11 months ago

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ALRIGHT YALL THE TIME HAS COME.

First, I would like to give all of the obikins a very large pat on the back. I mean, think of where we once were... barely hanging on..... almost shot out of the competition every single round..... even though we all KNOW that there are many Obikin shippers out there. Then we found out about it! And we fought to correct it! And look at the difference now!!!! :')

In short, we're fucking badasses yall.

ANYWAY, THIS IS MY CAMPAIGN SPEECH FOR WHY YOU SHOULD VOTE OBIKIN (EVEN IF YOU DON'T SHIP IT 😊)

Believe it or not, I myself do not ship Obikin in the slightest. :D I like Obi-Wan & Anakin as besties/bros only. But I support the fuck out of Obikin shippers because they are some of the nicest people in this entire fandom. ❤️

However, despite being such wonderful people, Obikins still receive a disproportionate amount of hatred. Even in this very poll, people have been name-calling, ship-shaming, and being general assholes toward the Obikins to an extent they have not been toward other ships (examples below — 😬 yikes!).

Why does this mean that Obikin should win while Codywan should lose? I'm so glad you asked! See, the thing is... you wanna know something about a huge proportion of the Obikin haters? Yeah, you guessed it! They're often Codywan shippers! (More yikes examples below 🙃). Obviously not all Codywan shippers are like this, but damn — the amount of antis within the Codywan community is deeply unsettling. 😬

In other words.... whether you ship Obikin or not... wouldn't it be super fucking funny if, after almost managing to get us voted out, these pro-censorship bitches had to swallow the fact that they fucking lost? 😂

Okay. So maybe you ship Codywan but you also don't like how your fellow peers have treated us. Well, my friend, please remember that this is a silly poll that doesn't mean anything. Voter bias continues to be rampant. 😅 So let's find some common ground over our shared love of Obi-Wan and make those dickheads up above pay. And after everything, I promise to literally bite anyone who tries to rub an Obikin victory in a kinder Codywan shipper's face. ❤️

APPEAL TO THE REYLOS:

Surprisingly, Codywanners are not the only passionate Obikin haters. Stormpilot/FinnPoe shippers absolutely share this hatred:

Why does this matter? Well, I would like to take this opportunity to seek out some third-party potential voters. In other words, REYLO SHIPPERS! I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN HOW THE STORMPILOT/FINNPOE SHIPPERS HAVE TREATED YOU IN THE PAST. Let these two similarly hated fandoms unite! Vote Obikin for us, and I PROMISE YOU — when it is Reylo's hour of need, I will personally ensure the Obikin fandom musters the Rohirrim and fights for you!!! ❤️

APPEAL TO ANAKIN STANS:

ANAKIN STANS, I KNOW YOU ARE OUT THERE SEEING THIS. I know you follow me in droves, and I am so very grateful for that. 🥰 If you love Anakin but don't ship him with Obi-Wan (or maybe don't even like Obi-Wan very much), you can still support us! Why? BECAUSE THESE BITCHES BE HATING ON YOU YOU, TOO! LOOK! 😩(Note that the ask on the right was sent to the OP in between rounds of this poll).

While both side's opinions on Obi-Wan might differ from time to time, the Obikin fandom loves Anakin with the same enthusiasm that YOU love Anakin. Please support us in our time of need. 🙏 😍

APPEAL TO REBELCAPTAIN SHIPPERS:

Jyn/Cassian shippers, I've been secretly rooting for you since I first started voting Obikin. To be totally honest, I am absolutely FLABBERGASTED that we beat you last round! This whole time, I've known that, if Obikin lost, I would've voted Rebelcaptain to the end! Why? Because out of all of the different shippers participating in this contest, you were the only fandom who didn't ceaselessly shit on the Obikin. Y'all are super awesome and probably aren't okay with ppl being mean. Honestly, I know my appeal to you is a weak one, but I can't put the situation any better than this one user put in their tags (hahaha):

FINAL APPEAL TO ALL SHIPS

If you private message me or send me an ask with a screenshot showing proof of your vote for Obikin in this poll, I commit to (within the next 2-3 months) writing a 100-word drabble for whatever your Star Wars OTP is (inclusive of the Obikin and Codywan ships).

I will only write one drabble per ship, but I will not be releasing the list of ships until after the poll's conclusion. Thus, the only way to know if your ship has been requested is to vote Obikin in the poll and send me that screenshot. :)

Since I am a super hardcore Star Wars fan and have consumed a LOT of legends and canon content, there are very few limitations to this offer. For example, I am familiar with ALL of the charcters within ships that have participated in all rounds of this poll. I am also familiar with characters beyond this poll, even ones only appearing in comics or books! If unsure, please feel free to ask if I'd be informed enough to write your ship (though, if you vote, I will give your OTP my best effort either way).

🥳 TLDR; VOTE OBIKIN! 🥳

P.S. I am sure I made typos in this post, especially in the image IDs beneath the read-more cut. This is unfortunately a one-woman show under an extremely time-sensitive thing lmao, so please show mercy. I promise I will show more attention to detali in my 100-word drabbles. :)

IMAGE IDS

First Image:

A series of three polls titled Best Star Wars Ship. In the first poll (titled Round Five concluded at 1,451 votes), Codywan finishes first place at 23.5%. Other ships (Stormpilot, Obikin, Scoundress, Rebelcaptain, Kanera, Dinluke, Kalluzeb) finish at percentages between 9.5% and 12.1% with Obikin at 11%. In the second poll (titled Round Six concluded at 1,995 votes), Codywan finishes first place at 20.9%. Other ships (Stormpilot, Obikin, Scoundress, Rebelcaptain, Kanera, Dinluke) finish at percentages between 10.5% and 16.3% with Obikin at 16.3%. In the third poll (titled Round Seven concluded at 2,927 votes), Codywan finishes first place at 17.8%. Other ships (Stormpilot, Obikin, Scoundress, Rebelcaptain, Kanera) finish at percentages between 16% and 17.3% with Obikin at 16.3%.

Second Image:

A series of three polls titled Best Star Wars Ship. In the first poll (titled Round Eight concluded at 3,005 votes), Obikin finishes first place at 22%. Other ships (Stormpilot, Rebelcaptain, Kanera) finished at percentages between 18.2% and 19.4%, and Codywan finished at 21.5%. In the second poll (titled Round Nine concluded at 3,164 votes), Obikin finishes first place at 26.7%. Stormpilot finished at 21.7%, Rebelcaptain finished at 25.9%, and Codywan finished at 25.7%. In the third poll (titled Round Ten concluded at 3,309 votes), Obikin finished first place at 39.6%, Codywan finished at 37.8%, and Rebelcaptain finished at 22.6%.

THIRD IMAGE (GENERAL OBIKIN HATE):

Screenshots of five users' reblog tags of and one user's comment on the miscellaneous rounds of the poll. First user's tags: "#we cannot let obikin win." Second user's tags: "#can't believe ob*kin will not be defeated 💀." Third user's tags: "#this poll is giving me fucking hives i hate all of you people #polls #the obikin sweep on this makes me actively violent every time i see it good lord." Fourth user's tags: "#19% of YALL SHPI OBIKIN??!?!?! ELECTRIC CHAIR WITH A BUILTIN GUILLOTINE." Fifth user's tags: "#i don't care who wins i jus tneed obikin to lose #star wars #anti obikin." The one user's comment: "why ob*kin is even an option."

FOURTH IMAGE (CODYWAN'S OBIKIN HATE):

Screenshots of eight users' reblog tags of miscellaneous rounds of the poll. First user's tags: "#i need everyone following me to vote either codywan or rebelcaptain. i don't care which i just need ob*kin to lose #please. #PLEASE." Second user's tags: "#yeah I voted codywan but now im saying VOTE REBELCAPTAIN #LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT" (15 hours ago - which is relevant because the only other option in the poll at that time was Obikin). Third user's tags: "#finnpoes let's combine forces with codywan #to defeat the obikins." Fourth user's tags (who reblogged from codywanweek): "#before i was voting to save contenders with less loyalty #now i just want codywan to win #sorry kanera 😭 #not a fan of obikin still being in the running." Fifth user's tags: "#YALL BETTER CHOOSE CODYWAN I STG MY CODYWAN FANART DIDNT HAVE A RESURGENCE TO HAVE IT LOOSE TO OBIKIN COME ON GUYS 💪💪💪💪." Sixth user's tags: "#I don't like whose winning #I love codywan but I gotta vote for finnpoe #for reference obik*n was winning when I reblogged this #love finnpoe." Seventh user's tags (who reblogged from codywanweek): "#codywan nation plz don't let obikin win #polls." Eighth user's tags (who reblogged from codywanweek): "#how did hanleia loose to fucking #lek* obikin *shudders*."

FIFTH IMAGE (REYLO APPEAL):

Screenshots of eight users' reblog tags of miscellaneous rounds of the poll. First user's tags (who reblogged from codywanweek): "#we lost stormpilot RIP #WE CANNOT LET OBIKIN WIN #vote codywan #or rebelcaptain." Second user's tags: "#finnpoe #stormpilot #why the fuck is near incest winning." Third user's tags: "#finnpoe losing to obikin ?? ? this is wrong. guys." Fourth user's tags: "#finnpoe clowns its time to come together 🤡🤡🤡🤡 #together we can defeat ob*kin" Fifth user's and sixth user's tags are the same but are taken in the same screenshot showing that they are two different people. Those tags are "#FINNPOE CLOWNS I REFUSE TO LOSE TO OBIKIN."

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Screenshot on Left (Sixth Image): Screenshots of eight users' reblog tags of miscellaneous rounds of the poll. First user reblogged from Tumblr user antianakin with these tags: "#BEAT OBIKIN! I DON'T CARE WHO WINS AS LONG AS OBIKIN LOSES!" Second user reblogged from Tumblr user antianakin with these tags: "#polls #I DONT CARE I NEED O**KIN TO LOOSE."

Screenshot on Right (Seventh Image): Screenshot of an anonymous ask stating "If you're still looking for controversial SW opinions. I know it's silly but I'm really tired of Anakin/Vader content. I'm interested somewhat in his character but I'm getting really bored. There's so many other characters that should be getting content but aren't! I just never really latched onto him and I'm tired of seeing him."

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Screenshot of a tumblr user's tags reblogged from jessequinnfirstofhername (OP of the poll). Tags state "#vote obikin y'all the codywan team is really mean for some reason 😔."

The Only Important Rule To Remember:

When there are only two ships remaining, they will face off against one another in a week-long poll to determine the victor.

Sadly, we must bid goodbye to Rebelcaptain. Allow me to salute all of the wonderful, dedicated Rebelcaptain fans who fought so valiantly for them. You got them into the final three! 🫡

…and then there were two.

This. Is. It.

It’s the battle of the Obi-Wan ships.

Will the winner be Obikin?

Or will it be Codywan?

Cast your votes for the last time to decide, once and for all... what is the best Star Wars ship of all time?

...oh, but remember, this is all just for fun! So don't take it too seriously ;)

Happy voting, and may the best ship win!

#i'm not tagging this as anything that might obscure this post because i'm a bitch lmao sorry #i promise i am super unlikely to ever do this again #obikin #reylo #anakin #pro anakin

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twilightofthe · 4 years ago

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#lol so like any of y’all following here i know at least tolerate all of my shipping bullshit #so i think i’m good to say this #but yeah you know those people. the ones who tag any of their obi wan and anakin stuff all:#‘do NOT tag this as obikin do not LOOK at this if you ship obikin do not TOUCH ME if you ship obikin if you BREATHE ON ME i will CRY—’#like my dude. my sweet bitch. y’all realize that all you’re doing is making me wanna interact and tag all your shit as obikin right?#each time i see that shit the urge grows to do exactly that #like a cat looking you dead in the eye and swatting a water glass off the table.#i won’t because i don’t start shit. i’ll respect boundaries. but SERIOUSLY #tf you think i can do to you if i tag your silly little meme post as obikin? give you the damn plague?!?!?#it is a singular tag. you can’t see it unless you go thru your notes and look. you don’t even have to interact with me.#I’m not gonna contaminate u with my nasty filthy shipper hands my dude #and yeah sometimes i want to be that dog who pisses directly into the rose garden because why not?#i know i know i’m not ACTUALLY going to go rubbing my paws all over antis’ keep out signs #i promise y’all I’ll behave #but ah the FANTASIES...

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the-witty-pen-name · 4 years ago

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Deadbeat Pt. 3

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

18+ ONLY

Warnings: age gap (reader is 21), smut, cursing, abandonment, infatuation, cheating/divorce, angst, mild housewife kink, mentions of prostitution, mentions of alcohol, corrupt official

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: You work at the bar at the edge of town, the Sheriff is going through a divorce and needs to rent a room.

A/N: I’m terrible at writing summaries and I’m so sorry about that! I don’t think I would consider this a dark!fic, but it does cover a lot of themes, and topics that are darker than I usually write about- but I think that comes with the territory of writing about Lee Bodecker. I’ll make sure to update the warnings for each chapter and do not read if you are underage. I also ignored canon for this one.

This is unedited, and I missed anything I should include as a warning let me know! This chapter introduces some new plots and conflicts, so it jumps around a little more than the previous ones.

I hope you all enjoy!

I also am having some writer’s block with my Obi-Wan Kenobi miniseries I was working on, so expect Part 3 sometime Sunday hopefully! So sorry for the delay on the final chapter.

Tags and Requests are OPEN

Part One // Part Two

Henry Curtis was one of the most infuriating people Lee had ever met. Curtis was a writer for the Columbus newspaper and constantly pestering the Sheriff. Curtis seemed to have a sixth sense for whenever the Sheriff did anything. He was desperately trying to catch the Sheriff doing anything but so far had remained unsuccessful. Curtis was the biggest obstacle Lee faced in winning re-election. The man would show up out of nowhere, pen and pad in hand ready to find anything that would be enough to keep the Sheriff out of office.

Maybe Curtis was just doing his job, but Lee always felt like it was much more personal. It was probably just his own resentment of the man who was just doing his job. But the man didn’t have to be so goddamn invasive. When the Sheriff had devised his plan on offering to rent a room from you, he was so tied up in his own mess of divorce and his somewhat confusing feelings towards you he had completely forgotten about the press. They would have a field day with the divorce alone, but now on top of everything else, Lee knew he should be more careful.

Lee always had to be careful, especially if he was meeting Leroy Brown. Lee would make sure he drove way out of town, and always insisted they met at a different location every time. This would infuriate Brown but Lee was the only lawman he had working for him. Sometimes Lee would drive several hours out of the way, always at some deserted ghost town or some sad excuse for a diner or a bar. Always somewhere no one would recognize him.

Lee lied to you and told you he and a few of the deputies would need to drive out of town for a stakeout when he needed to meet with Brown. It was one of those nights, sitting in the cruiser with the headlights off, as he parked in an abandoned parking lot almost two hours out of town.

He had been able to put this off for a couple weeks, lying about other legitimate jobs getting in the way. Honestly, it was because he wanted to one, avoid anything that would cause suspicion from Henry Curtis hearing he was back in town and two, he was selfishly allowing himself to just spend his nights at his new home, spending all the time he could manage with you. It was like being in that little white house was a place where he could let himself be delusional, and time spent with you was what his life actually was, not this mess he was currently dealing with. He wanted out.

Lee knew he wasn’t a good man. He knew that his laundry list of offenses had tarnished his badge a long time ago. He knew what he was doing, and before he never cared. Now, he’s thinking about how his actions could affect you. You were innocent, unaware of everything he was stuck in. He knew you weren’t stupid, and he was sure the town knows some about his corruption. But now, he couldn’t rationalize away his actions for any reason when it came to you. Janie? She didn’t care and would encourage it. She’d be in on it too. She’d have no problem lying to ladies at Church or starting other rumors to keep the town talking about anyone but Lee. She was as power hungry as he was sometimes, which could be a testament as to how their loveless marriage held together for so long.

***

“Hi, I’m looking for a Ms. (Y/L/N)?” the man asked when he approached you, talking a seat at one of the barstools.

“Who’s asking for her?” you asked raising an eyebrow.

“I’m Henry Curtis, I work for the Columbus Dispatch.”

“The newspaper?”

“That’s the one.”

“Why are you looking for her?”

“I’m doing a story on her mother’s marriage to Harvey Tucker.”

“She’s not here tonight. But I can let her know you were here. Do you got a card?”

The man pulled out a business card from his wallet and slide it across the bar. You picked it up and read all the information before putting it in the pocket of your apron.

“Seems weird for the Columbus paper to want to do a story on that a month and a half after it happened,” you said skeptically.

“We did cover the story when it happened,” Curtis informed you. “Doing a follow up since the story broke about his wife missing.”

“Missing?” you ask. “Do they know what happened?”

“Robbed the bastard blind and then ran apparently,” Curtis said casually looking past you at the chalkboard on the wall. “Scotch, neat.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply, grabbing the bottle from the shelf. “Has anything else been found out yet?”

“Not yet, that’s why I’m here. Checking in to see if she’d come back here because I heard Ms. (Y/L/N) still lives around these parts.” He then pulled a newspaper out of the inside pocket of his coat and started flipping through the pages.

“She has another kid too, right?” you asked, playing dumb. “A boy, I think. Do you know where he is?”

“Couldn’t say,” he sounded very indifferent, “Most likely went with her but who knows? I went to the Sheriff’s office to see if they knew anything but the Sheriff wasn’t there.”

“That’s too bad,” you say. “I’m sure Sheriff Bodecker would help you help if he can.”

Your statement made Mr. Curtis chuckle, but you didn’t follow up on it. You were just focusing on getting as much information about your mother and brother as you could.

“Speaking of Mr. Bodecker,” he began, “I recently saw his wife is getting remarried. Saw the announcement of the engagement in the paper.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” you respond, skeptically. You didn’t know why but you didn’t trust this man. It was something in the tone of his voice, or maybe it was just how he held himself. Very polished, a suit and a nice dress jacket. He looked very out of place in this town, and this little bar.

“You familiar with the Sheriff at all, miss?”

“Not too well,” you shrug, “Haven’t had any run-ins with the law myself.”

“Not even a speeding ticket?” He asks, only a little condescendingly.

“Can’t get a speeding ticket if you don’t have a car,” you point out.

“Touché,” he chuckles before taking a sip of his drink.

He doesn’t ask you anymore questions, and when he leaves, he gives you a five-dollar tip.

***

Lee receives his cut from Brown. There was nothing new to report on that front and his meeting went by smoothly. All Lee had to do was to turn a blind eye, and make sure the rest of the department stays unaware of the brothel’s existence. Brown always insisted on meeting with him, wanting to know what the Sheriff’s department was investigating and making sure his businesses stayed under the radar. He felt sick, and is preoccupied with the fact he has an envelope of dirty money in the cruiser’s glovebox.

It’s around midnight when he pulls up to the house. He expects that you’re already asleep, but he notices the lamp is on in the living room. He takes the money out of his glovebox and tucks it away into the inner pocket of his jacket. Coming inside, he finds you on the couch, knees pulled to your chest, staring at the business card Mr. Curtis had given you. You face is stained with dried up tears, and you still haven’t even changed out of your work clothes.

“What’s that?” he asks, the sight of you breaking his heart. He winces because he comes off a lot harsher than he meant.

“Some reporter came while I was at work wanting to talk to me,” you explain softly, you sound exhausted. “Wanted to talk to me cause he’s doing a story on my mother. Apparently, she’s on the run from the Columbus police.”

You extend your hand to give Lee the card. He feels his jaw clench when he reads the information. “What happened?” he asks, taking a deep breath and sitting down next to you.

“I pretended I wasn’t me,” you say, another tear rolling down your cheek. “He came in asking for me so I said I’d pass his card on. I didn’t want to tell him who I was because he didn’t explain why he was looking for me at first. I don’t know- just scared me. I’m more upset about the news itself than him.”

“You did the right thing,” Lee said softly, placing a hand on your shoulder comfortingly. He was angry, but he didn’t show it. It worried him, fucking Curtis snooping around this close to you. It made him feel protective, wanting to shield you from the whole ordeal. He had been on the receiving end of unsolicited attention from the press and he knew how ruthless they were. He knew this wouldn’t be the only time Curtis would try to get in touch with you. He’d find out where you lived, he’d continue to show up while you were working- the whole nine yards. He didn’t want you going through that.

Curtis talking to you also made him incredibly paranoid. It was his two worlds that he desperately wanted to keep apart were colliding. He knew it was impossible, but he so wanted to keep you separated from the other part of his life. It wasn’t who he wanted you to see. Hell, he hasn’t even been here for a month. It wasn’t that he wanted to keep you in the dark, at least that wasn’t entirely intentional. Actually, he wasn’t sure, maybe it was intentional. However, it wasn’t just you he wanted to hide aspects of his life from. He wanted his involvement with Brown and others hidden from every goddamn registered voter. You were no different, he tried to rationalize. But that wasn’t true. These feelings he harbored for you, were getting worse. He needed to unwrap himself from this situation, and for the sake of you finding out he was a shill, keep you away from that asshole. He didn’t want to let himself think about how the way you look at him would change.

And here he was, making the situation all about him. It was in his nature.

“He’s just going to show up again if I don’t call him,” you say, wiping your eyes. “Maybe I should just call him in the morning. Just be honest and say I don’t know anything. He can keep coming around but nothing is going to change.”

“I can take care of it,” he says. He couldn’t risk you talking to Curtis again. For all he knows, Curtis would tell you all about the story on the Sheriff he’d been trying to confirm for years. Lee knew he couldn’t let that happen. He fully intends on telling you, but how the hell do you bring that up? ‘Hey doll, I’m also on the payroll of every pimp and bootlegger in a ten-mile radius, just letting you know.’ It wasn’t going to come up, unless Curtis tells you about it. He’d be hoping to pull himself out if it, show you how you made him want to be better.

For now, he settles for comforting you, and just being there to take care of you. Make you feel better. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and lets you cry into his chest. He sighs, kissing the top of your head in a friendly way and you curl up against him. Under different circumstances, you probably wouldn’t have let yourself do this- show your vulnerability or allow anyone to comfort you like this. But it was all the events of the past month, your mother leaving, everything, just all hitting you at once, and you were happy you weren’t alone.

In the morning, you wake up on the couch with a blanket over you. You see Lee asleep in the chair, and you realize he stayed with you all night. It makes your heart flutter. You pull the blanket up over your chin and close your eyes again. You felt surprisingly well rested. The stress and worry were pushed to the back of your mind long enough to let you get some sleep. It still lingered in the back of your mind, but you reminded yourself that for now, there was nothing you could do. You had the day off, and you let yourself have a little longer time to sleep in.

You woke up to the smell of coffee brewing and the sound of sizzling on the stove. When you opened your eyes, Lee was no longer in the chair. You sat up and looked toward the kitchen, where you saw Lee with his back to you while he worked with the pans on top of the stove. The portable radio was positioned on the counter, and it was playing at a low volume, so it wouldn’t wake you up.

“Hey,” you say softly, still waking up as you walk into the kitchen.

“Morning, doll,” he says, glancing back at you for a moment. “How’re you feeling?”

“A little better,” you admit, grabbing a mug for yourself out of the cabinet. You pour yourself a cup of coffee, savoring the smell before making it how you usually take it. “Thank you for sitting with me,” you say honestly, “you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” he says with a small grin. “I just wanted to help.”

“I really appreciate it, Lee,” you reiterate your thanks, hopping up to take a seat on the counter, watching him cook breakfast. “Didn’t know you knew how to cook,” you joke, making him chuckle.

“I’m full of surprises, sweetheart,” he smirks, making you feel flushed. You take another drawn out sip of your coffee to try to distract yourself. You watch his arms, and his hands as they maneuver and flex when he cooks. You imagine how they must feel, your eyes focused on the veins. You bit your lip and it reminds you of the dream you had a little while back when he first moved in. You imagine him stepping in between your legs as your propped up on the counter, his hands gently gripping your thighs and-

“I’ll get it,” you announce hurriedly as you hear someone knock on the front door. You hop off the counter careful to not spill your coffee, and head to answer the door. Lee watches you bounce out of the room, fixing your hair as you go and you don’t catch his smile.

“Arvin,” you say surprised, stepping out onto the porch. “What are you doing here?” you ask, with a small grin. You’re confused but nonetheless happy to see him.

“You look like you’ve been crying,” he observes, concern written all over his face.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you say dismissively, “Just last night I was thinking about my ma and everything. Just had trouble sleeping is all.”

“The Sheriff didn’t do anything?” Arvin asked in a hushed tone, looking over your shoulder to see if Lee could hear you two.

“No, nothing, he’s been perfectly fine,” you say coming to the Sheriff’s defense. “I know you and Ms. Russell are worried, I know how it must look- but Arvin I swear he’s just my tenant. He’s been nothing but a gentleman.”

“Just making sure,” he says, letting it go for now. “Lenora asked me to bring these by for you.” He hands you the glass baking dish that you can see is filled with homemade cinnamon rolls. “She’s been practicing making all kinds of baked goods for when the Church does that bake sale and has me running all over town giving it away cause me and Uncle Earskell can’t keep up with it all.”

“Tell her thank you for me,” you say with a smile, “And I’ll bring the dish with me to Church tomorrow- give it back to her.”

“She misses you I think,” Arvin says sheepishly, pushing his hands into his front pockets. “I mean- I do- I think my whole family does- we all do. I’m sorry my grandmother hasn’t asked you over in a while…”

“I understand,” you nod. “Reputation is an important thing.”

“I just didn’t want you to think it was because of us,” he says looking down at the porch, his eyes fixed on a loose board. “You know how she is- everything no matter the context is somehow a sin. Scared to death of her own shadow…”

“I know you’re not that resentful, Arvin Russell,” you chuckle and he relaxes. “And I don’t hold any hard feelings towards anyone in your family- you all have always been good to me.”

“Well, um,” he says awkwardly, looking like he was holding back from saying more. “I got to hit a couple more houses before I head to work, so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow at Church?”

“I’ll be there.”

“Oh- I wanted to let you know,” he says, turning around as he’s already heading down the front steps, “The principal down at the high school is looking for secretaries- Lenora heard and thought you might be interested. It pays like $35 a week, I think. You should call Linda Carson; I think Lenora said- that’s the woman who’s in charge of hiring people, I think.”

“I’ll call the school first thing Monday morning,” you say, grin stretching from ear to ear. Arvin nods and says goodbye again. You walk back into the house like you’re on top of the world. You couldn’t contain your excitement. That job if you could get it would be a dream. You’d be making so much more than you’re already making. You were so excited.

“You’re in a much better mood than when I last saw you,” Lee jokes. He’s sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper while he eats his breakfast. You notice that he made you a table setting- brought your coffee over and everything. You place the baking dish in the middle of the table and sit down.

“That was Arvin,” you say happily, and Lee feels his heart sink into his stomach.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, trying to not let on how his heart feels like it’s crushed. He knew it was only a matter of time before a boy would come around- whether it be Arvin or someone else your own age.

“Well, first he was just dropping off baked goods Lenora made,” you say gesturing to the dish on the table. “He’s going around to everybody, I guess. He mentioned the high school is looking for office secretaries- Lenora wanted me to know. Thirty-five dollars a week! I’m going to talk to Linda Carson about it Monday morning. Can you imagine? I could get a secretary job.”

Lee feels just a crash of relief wash over him. He’s so happy that you are looking at a new job. You deserve better than that bar. He knew you deserved the job just as much as any of the other candidates. You work harder than anyone he knows.

“That’s fantastic, sugar,” he replies. “You deserve it.”

“Do you think I have a chance?” you ask, feeling a little self-conscious- you knew you weren’t as experienced as other candidates would be for sure.

“Of course, I do,” he says, putting down the paper to give you his full attention. “I feel like you getting this job is a definite. There’s no doubt about it.”

“You’re just buttering me up,” you scoff, finishing up your food, making him chuckle. You may have also seen his cheeks redden, but you couldn’t say for sure. You finish off your coffee, and then bring you dishes back to the kitchen, leaving them in the sink. Lee turns his attention back to his newspaper and you head upstairs to get ready for your day.

When you head upstairs, Lee notices that you took the radio with you- and he could hear you were listening to music from upstairs. He decides before it’s too late to ring Mark Cunningham. The line rings a couple of times before Mark answers.

“Cunningham.”

“Morning, Mark. It’s Sheriff Bodecker,” he smirks.

“What can I do for you Sheriff?” he asks, the sound of shuffling paper comes through as well. Most likely flipping through the paper.

“I wanna call in that favor you owe me,” he says, casually pacing the living room, holding the receiver up to his ear and the base of the rotary phone in the other.

“Of course, Sheriff,” he says. A while back, Bodecker busted the principal making moonshine in his old barn that was at the end of his property. Lee looked the other way and was waiting for the right thing to call in a favor for.

“I want you to hire (Y/N) (Y/L/N) for the secretary job,” he says, looking to the stairs, making sure you aren’t coming. The music is still playing loudly from upstairs so he determines he’s still got time.

“That’s all?” Mark asked surprised.

“That’s all I want from you,” Lee replies. “I expect you can make that happen?”

“Without a doubt. When can she start?”

“Still have her come in for an interview. I don’t anyone else knowing I called you about this- including her.”

“Done.”

With that, Lee hangs up the phone, feeling really good about this decision. He knew how much that job meant to you- he could see it in your eyes and how excitedly you talked about it. He can’t wait to see you when you find out you get the position. He knows it’s going to make you so happy. He knows you’d be a fantastic candidate, but this just eliminates any doubt. He reasons that there isn’t much difference, since you were very likely to get it anyways. He just had to make sure.

He can picture you know, coming home from the interview- excited to tell him that you got the job. You’d be so excited you’d jump up and hug him tightly, just so overjoyed that you let your feelings take over. You’d wrap your legs and around his waist and he’d hold you up by holding the back of your thighs. You’d wrap your arms tightly around him and bury your head in the crook of his neck. You’d lift your head up to look at him, embarrassed at your actions and then he’d press his lips to yours. You’d gasp softly, but your lips would melt against his own and your arms would wrap tightly around his neck. He’d walk forward, pressing you up against the wall and he’d kiss your neck mumbling praises of congratulations against your skin as his name falls from your lips at how good he’d make you feel. It’s almost unbearable how bad he wants you.

He heads to him room to get ready for his day, but his mind is still clouded with thoughts of you. He thinks about how much he wants nothing more that to just pin you on his mattress. He wonders if you know how crazy you make him. Sometimes there’s something in your eye that makes him think you want him too, but he’s not sure. His better judgement holds him back from everything he wants to do. He thinks about how it must feel to have his head right in-between your thighs. Back in the kitchen together, he wanted to just get on his knees and worship you. The feeling of them pressing against him as he sucks on your clit and runs his tongue across your folds.

Serval hours later, he can’t shake the thoughts, even sitting in his office at the sheriff’s station- working on a Saturday yet again. He’s cooped up in his office, unable to get through any of the paperwork that has piled up on his desk. He’s thinking about you, again, but in this daydream, you’re bent over his desk- because you came by to see him on your break from work at the school. His office door locked and his blinds pulled so he can bend you over and take you right there- rough and fast, sending you back to work with a feeling of him still there between your legs well after you’re back at your own desk, still sore from the encounter.

“You got a visitor, Lee,” the intercom on his desk lights up.

“Send ‘em in,” he responds back, shaking his head to snap out of it. He needed to get a grip.

“Sorry I didn’t call,” you say, walking into his office. His eyes widen and he wonders if he’s still day dreaming. He discreetly pinches himself. You’re actually here, standing in his office, while he looks at you dumbfounded. Part of him would think he manifested it if he was a man of any faith. “You forgot this,” you say, putting his wallet on the desk. “You must have taken it out of your back pocket before falling asleep in the chair last night. It was laying on the coffee table. I figured I’d stop by with it while I was coming up this way anyways.”

“You’re a doll,” he grins, putting his wallet in his back pocket. “What are you doing?”

“I took the bus to the library to return some books, and now I’m going shopping for something to wear when I go in for an interview since I have the day off to go,” you explain. “I’m also probably going to get lunch after that before heading back home. I just didn’t want to be home in case that reporter stopped by. I’m not ready to talk to him yet.”

“I can take care of it,” he says, “He’ll make his way over here soon enough. I can talk to him.”

“You would do that for me?” you ask, the relief evident across your whole face.

“Yeah, I can talk to him, let him know you gave a statement here,” he says. You nod. “You know as much as he does, so it doesn’t matter if I tell him you don’t know shit or if you tell him.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” you sigh, so relieved thinking that you won’t have to hear from Henry Curtis again. “If he tells you anything about them… will you let me know?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” you say, hurriedly walking over behind him and quickly hugging his shoulders. You then are back by the door again before he can register the gesture. “Are you going to be home tonight?” you ask, your hand on the doorknob.

“Not until late,” he says reluctantly, and he can see the disappointment on your face- unless his mind was playing tricks on him.

“Okay,” you say finally, “Um, I’ll see you later then.”

“Bye, doll,” he says when you walk out of his office.

Are you going to be home tonight? Your voice lingers in his head. It was such a harmless phrase that could’ve just been one of curiosity. Maybe you were just asking because you were thinking about what you were doing for dinner. It most likely just meant nothing. But, the look on your face when he said no makes him think otherwise. Did it mean you cared? That you wanted to spend time with him? You wanted to see him and be with him as desperately as he needed you perhaps? Just the phrasing itself makes his brain feel like putty. It’s like you’re waiting up for him. It’s like you share the house in a way that’s much more than just him renting a room from you. It’s like you’re his and he’s yours. It’s like saying our house… our home. The question was so intimate and implied so much more about how you saw him and what he was to you. He knew seeing him as how he saw you was next to impossible, but you saw him as more than the Sheriff and more than just the jerk living in your house.

Part Four

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gch1995 · 3 years ago

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Hi! I've read almost all your SW posts and I'm curious why you still engage with anti Anakins and/or Kenobists as you call them? I've read some of their posts. Even the dialogue in the adoption post. And I found myself losing braincells from the lack of reading comprehension and empathy. I'm not a SW fan, just an Anakin and Luke fan, and it still hurts. How do you do it?

I’ve been in the OT and PT SW fandom for the past nine months now, and while I was initially more willing to jump on their posts to give my opinion, even stooping myself to their level on occasion when they defended the Jedi on issues of their treatment with Anakin and their recruits that were downright offensive, it’s not something I’m entirely proud of, and I have recently been trying my hardest to avoid the Kenobists, Republic apologists, and Jedi apologists.

Yeah, they were victims, but many of them also were and/or became perpetrators of horrendous systematic abuse, crime, and oppression “for the greater good,” too. So was Anakin, but the only reason why he gets called out on it by most of the fandom, even when he’s not at fault, he’s not the only one at fault, or he shouldn’t be held at fault at all, while the Jedi and Republic of their time don’t, is because they know he becomes their enemy Darth Vader. If he hadn’t become Darth Vader, his only enemies were the ones who Obi-Wan, Yoda, the Republic, and the Council approved of, and/or he only ever victimized people and species outside of the “greater good” of the Jedi Order and Republic, neither they nor the Jedi apologists and Kenobists would care. In fact, they’d probably totally woobify Anakin by pretending he never did anything wrong and was this perfect hero all along, in spite of being deeply screwed up, much like they do with Kenobi and the Order itself.

Anyway, the reason why I broke my own blog rule and ranted at that Kenobist canichangemyblogname and thatbitchformerlynamedkenobi who invaded @wingletblackbird’s post about the valid concern of the consent issues in Luke and Leia’s adoption is because they were being assholes who were picking a fight on her post by insulting both her and those of us who were agreeing with her perspective. At first, I thought canichangemyblogname was at least trying to debate in honest good faith by bringing up a point that Naboo was Palpatine’s home planet, but then when I tagged her in my response to her response on the OP’s post, she went into a very condescending, long, and rude lecture to attack both the OP, me, and every one of us who agreed with her by saying that we were “edgy” fans to pick up on problematic implications in Bail Organa’s “adoption” of Leia, rather than just blindly buying that this was a completely legal “closed adoption,” in spite of not seeing any evidence to suggest that in either canon or Legends. Then, she went on to insinuate that those of us who would have wanted to have seen evidence to buy that Leia and Luke’s “adoption” was legal, lacked intelligence and basic reading comprehension skills.

However, I’m an English major, and one of the most important elements we learn that is essential to good writing is to show don’t tell. It’s especially true in creative writing/storytelling. Thus, canichangemyblogname is wrong. The audience or reader wanting to have evidence shown to them in a narrative or essay in order to believe something to be true or false about a character or message that the writer is trying to convey, for better or worse, is not “a cancer on media” or bad writing. It’s good writing that needs to be done more.

She also said she thought it was ridiculous we were so against the idea of Obi-Wan Kenobi being an “Asian-coded” or “African coded” white male character, even though he looked down upon other species and cultures he considered “weak” and “pathetic” outside of the Jedi Order much of the time in canon.

Before I blocked her, that Kenobist did actually respond to my rant against her on her own blog by gaslighting me through saying that I “misinterpreted her completely and she never meant to offend.” However, she very clearly did intend to offend me and all of us who supported wingletblackbird. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have invaded the OP’s post, or gone into an insulting lecture against me when I tried to civilly point out that I saw where she was coming from about the twins potentially being in danger from Palpatine on Naboo, but I still saw legal/consent issues in Leia’s “adoption” by Bail Organa because nothing in canon or Legends had proven me it was a legit closed adoption.

I thought about responding to her apololie, but I was really just exhausted with canichangemyblogname, all of the hardcore Jedi apologists, Bail Organa apologists, and kenobists mud slinging on @wingletblackbird’s post that made a valid point about the consent issues in Luke and Leia’s adoption.

Every argument with them comes down to them being narrow-minded who insinuate that you’re stupid, insult you, inaccurately and irrelevantly virtue signal with comments like “racist,” “Holocaust denier,” “abuse apologist,” “DV apologist,” “anti adoption,” “child hater,” “afab who just wants to fuck Anakin,” ableist comments, slurs, and so on.

The most galling thing about a lot of the Kenobists and Jedi apologists, such as canichangemyblogname and all of those other ones on that post, though, is that, much like their faves, they can never admit that they are wrong. When confronted by those of us who try to call them out on their shit, they always play the victim by gaslighting us through saying that they weren’t trying to offend us, that we’re overreacting, or that they didn’t mean it that way.

Don’t fall for it when you call them out on being an asshole, and then believe it when they give you some bs about how they “didn’t mean it.” They clearly did. People like those Jedi apologists and Kenobists deserve being insulted and blocked. At least the people on our side are honest about it if we do insult them. Just like their faves, the JAs and Kenobists constantly ignore blatant canon that does not suit their preferred headcanons, deflect, and gaslight to play the victim.

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darthkruge · 4 years ago

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Could you write a cute sequel to the Padawan! Anakin and Padawan! Reader oneshot, where they have a secret wedding two years later?

Anakin Skywalker x Reader ~ Can I Kiss You? (Pt 2)

Summary: Two years after their first kiss, Padawan!Anakin and Padawan!Reader return to the gardens of Naboo for their wedding

Warnings: Nothing. Once again, this is fluff. A bit more emotions thrown in this time, but cute fluff nonetheless!

Words: 1.6k

A/N: I can’t believe someone requested a sequel for one of my fics!! That’s so exciting!! The first part is one of my favorite fics I’ve ever written and I hope I did justice with the second <3. Also! You don’t need to have read the first part to understand this. But I do think it makes it more fun, as I kinda tied them together :)

Part 1

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“Can you believe we made it?”

Anakin’s voice broke you out of your trance. You were sitting on the grass and leaning against him, head resting on his shoulder with his arms hugging you from behind. The palace’s gardens once again surrounded you; the familiar fresh, flowery scent intoxicating.

You hummed, turning your head up and looking at him. He looked down at you and smiled.

“Hi,” His voice held his laughter, teasing.

“Hi,” You replied, mirroring his happiness.

You connected your lips with his, both of you grinning into the kiss. His metal hand came up, fingers gently holding your jaw as he deepened the kiss. Your mind wandered, remembering your first kiss. Here.

You were pulled back to the present as his tongue gently swiped across your lower lip. You opened your mouth slightly, allowing him access. As he swirled his tongue around yours, your head spun. Your hands wove into his hair and pulled on the back of it lightly, making him groan into you. You smirked, loving the effect you had on him. He grabbed your waist, pulling you around so that you were straddling his thighs. You broke from his lips, trailing kisses up and down the side of his neck.

Missing the feeling of your lips, he pulled you back up, reconnecting them with his own. You kissed and kissed and kissed until you couldn’t anymore, breaking apart only once you were positively breathless. You leaned your forehead against his, chests heaving as you relaxed.

“We’re gonna be late for our own ceremony if you keep distracting me like that”

You lightly smacked his chest, throwing your head back and gaping in mock-offense. “Now who’s the one that shoved their tongue down my throat?”

“Well I guess that’d have to be me… considering you haven’t kissed anyone else…” He trailed off, looking at you somewhat sheepishly to gauge your reaction

“Anakin! That is rude! And unkind! And completely accurate, you kriffing asshole!” You said, laughing the entire time. Anakin joined in, sighing in relief when he realized you weren’t mad at him.

“Rude and unkind? I’d say that’s slightly dramatic, Y/N”

“And where do you think I picked up the dramatic flair, hmm?” You shot back, quirking your eyebrows and glaring at him playfully.

Anakin rolled his eyes but, intelligently, didn’t argue. He just chuckled, pulling you back in for another kiss. You obliged but quickly pulled away, laughing as he pouted at you.

“Now, come on! We’re going to be late for our own ceremony if you keep distracting me like that!” You said, mocking him.

You got up and started skipping away before he could retort, smiling as you heard his footsteps scrambling to catch up with you. He pulled your hand into his, leaning down to press a fleeting kiss against your cheek.

He pulled you forward and you laughed as he stopped to spin you around. Your breath caught as you felt yourself tripping over your own feet and squealed as you came in contact with Anakin’s strong chest.

You buried your face into him and he rubbed up and down your arms. As he peppered kisses into your hair, you did the same on his collarbone. Moments like this were what you wished you could live in forever. Just two people in love. Without the pressure of the Jedi, the Council, any of it. You wished you didn’t need to hide your relationship, your happiness. But you truly believed that any sacrifice would be worth keeping Anakin in your life.

It had taken months of planning to even get the time to slip away with Anakin. Luckily, the Council thought you and Anakin worked well together and frequently allowed you to go on missions together. Granted, you both usually ended up in front of the Council trying to justify why you disobeyed their orders on these missions. Even if it was your idea, Anakin would always try to take the blame, despite you constantly telling him it was unnecessary. However, Anakin did have a point when he said that he was the Chosen One; they wouldn’t expel him from the order because of a series of poor decisions. He said that even if you didn’t have the Council’s protection, you could count on his.

To be fair, he wasn’t wrong. That’s why those fights never lasted. Most of your fights were like that. Silly, stupid arguments that almost always boiled down to the fear of losing each other. And, by the next morning, you were always curled back in bed together, unable to bear the idea of being apart.

“Y/N?”

You looked up, shaking yourself out of your own head.

“Yeah?”

Anakin looked at you quizzically. “You alright, my love?” He asked, concern evident in his voice.

You nodded. “Perfect.”

You were about to marry the most perfect man in the entire world. Kind, beautiful, giving, protective, understanding, flawed, yours. As if “perfect” even began to describe how you were feeling. You weren’t sure anything could. When you joined the Jedi Order, you never thought you’d get this. Love. And yet, here you were.

Anakin leaned in, kissing your nose. “Me, too,” He whispered in your ear.

You walked up to the secluded altar where Obi-Wan, R2D2, and C3-PO stood. You thanked the stars for Obi-Wan; he had done so much to ensure that your secret stayed that way and you could successfully marry the love of your life.

You stood, looking at Anakin. He held your hands and you gave his a squeeze. It was a signal that had developed over the years; whenever one of you needed reassurance or just wanted to remind them that you loved them, you’d squeeze the other’s hand. As per usual, he immediately returned the gesture.

Obi-Wan cleared his throat. “Y/N, would you like to go first?”

You looked at him, mouthing a quick “thank you” and nodding. He smiled right back. Obi-Wan had become a good friend of yours over the years. You were quite grateful that he was here on this wondrous day.

You took a deep breath, looking into Anakin’s deep eyes. “Anakin, when I first met you I thought you were reckless, arrogant at times, insubordinate…” You trailed off as he gave you an amused look, clearly wondering where you were going with this.

“Gorgeous,” You added in, “and, truly, so much more. Now, while I still think of you that way, I’ve grown to love it. You inspire me, you believe in me, you understand me in a way that I thought was impossible for one person to understand another. You’re strong and loving and you always keep me safe. You make me laugh and smile and giddy and… happy. I still remember, two years ago, when you made me choke an apple and kissed me, all in one day. And that feeling I had when our lips first touched, it has remained, constant, since that moment. I want to spend my life with you. And I don’t want to put that off for another second.”

Anakin’s eyes were misty with tears by the time you finished speaking. It was hard for him to fathom -- that he’d found someone who cared about him that much. For once in his life, he believed that there was someone who wouldn’t leave.

Obi-Wan gave Anakin a knowing smile before asking him to begin.

“Honestly, I don’t know what I did to deserve you. You’re perfect, you’re… everything. You challenge me, by the Maker, you challenge me,” Anakin said as you chuckled, nodding in agreement. “And you’re strong and good and selfless. You’ve always seen the good in me, sometimes even when I didn’t deserve it. You sought to know me for who I am, not for what I could bring to the galaxy.” Anakin paused, looking into your eyes. He swallowed, long and hard, before going on.

“And I know this wasn’t the relationship you dreamed of. I know I can’t give you much of anything. But I promise that for the rest of our lives I will be right here, by your side. I will love you for as long as this life allows, and for a thousand after that.”

Tears streaked down both your cheeks, making everything else fade away. The weight of his words sat heavily on your heart; his love for you so powerful it was nearly overwhelming. But that seemed to be a theme in your relationship, didn’t it? Everything right on that edge, so close to falling apart. And yet you and Anakin balanced each other. You wouldn’t crumble.

You once again traveled back to when all this started. You remember thinking, perhaps foolishly, that you and Anakin would make it. That one in a million couple. You thanked the entire galaxy that you were right.

You looked at Obi-Wan only to see that he was grinning at the both of you. He’d had his suspicions about you two for months before he eventually caught you kissing after you returned from a long mission. Anakin swore up and down that he “fell on you” and was “tending to your injuries” but Obi-Wan just brushed away the excuses and assured the both of you he would keep your secret.

“You may now… kiss each other. If you so desire,” Obi-Wan said before averting his eyes.

Anakin looked at you, adoration clear in his vision. He held your gaze and gently cupped your cheek. “So… can I kiss you?”

You rolled your eyes, laughed, and leaned in.

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kckenobi · 3 years ago

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2021 fic review

tagged by @katierosefun @the-last-kenobi @adaliak and @stolen-pen-name23 <333

total number of completed works: 26 this year i think, between tumblr and ao3!! Not including the orchestra au, which i’ve yet to finish and start posting :)))

total word count: i wrote 165k words this year! And i did include the orchestra au in that one, bc its consumed so much of the time i’ve spent writing during the second half of 2021

looking back did you write more, less, or the expected amount of fic this year?: more, i think!! Because looking back this year has just been,,,so crazy? And i totally expected it to be crazy–i graduated college, moved, started my career, i’m applying to grad school, like i did not expect to have time to write as much as i did during 2020, which was primarily a year of quarantine and isolation lol. Last year my word count was 104k i think. So i definitely topped it!!

your own favorite story of this year?: it might be On Gravity and Broken Things, my stargazing fic, which i wrote for the Untold Zine so that was pretty cool. Also, maybe Reflections?

did you take any writing risks this year?: writing multichapter fics!! I’d never done it before Bloodlines, bc honestly I was afraid of the commitment lol and couldn’t justify it to myself. But this year, I finished Bloodlines, my fic where Dooku, Anakin, and Obi-Wan get stranded on Tatooine. And I also started a modern au where Anakin, Obi-Wan & company are professional musicians in an orchestra. And that fic is honestly like,,,so special to me. I know none of you have read it yet lol but it’s kept me company during what might be one of the loneliest times of my life (i’m good tho!! just being very independent lol) and that’s just,,,neat

do you have any fanfic goals for the new year?: start posting my next multichapter!! After i finish and edit, of course. But i also want to write wayyyyy more oneshots. I have this annoying mindset that everything i write has to be like, my magnum opus lol, and i think that held me back this year from doing work that wasn’t necessary “moving” so much as just plain fun.

most popular story of the year? Bloodlines, which is no surprise!

story most under-appreciated? hmm…probably The Thing About Falling, which is understandable lol. I know obitine isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, and also this one was high-key me projecting my relationship problems onto fictional characters lol, but it is quite special to me, and i was proud of it

most fun story to write?: probably What I Want lol, where Obi-Wan buttdials Cody when he’s sleep deprived.

most unintentionally telling story: yikes!! ummmm part of me wants to say the one i posted today bc i technically wrote it on new years eve…..that one was…something. But one that i posted in 2021, would probably be What Dreams May Come. I think i mentioned when i posted it that it was,,,basically something that happened to me in real life and i just needed to fic-ify it lol. Both of those are codywan, which is interesting…do i smell projection?

biggest disappointment: hmm i’m not sure if i have any? Except for maybe, idk–you know how as writers we all go through the whole “what if i’ve peaked what if i never write anything good again” nonsense? Yeah lol

biggest surprise: getting to write for 2 zines! (one won’t come out till later this year tho!) That’s just a really cool opportunity to collab with some awesome people.

my favorite part of fandom this year: just getting to strengthen these awesome friendships i have, and make some new ones too. Like its so awesome–how some of these people i’ve now known for almost 2 years, and like?? We genuinely care about and check in on each other the way i do with real-life friends. Which is just awesome, and i love you all dearly.

But also there’s some people here on tumblr who i haven’t even talked extensively with, but who have popped into my inbox to offer me support when needed and that’s just really special too. Like–i mentioned, this year was a lot!! It was dramatic for me!! And every time i’d even mention i was feeling less than stellar i’d have someone–or multiple someones–offering to listen or just giving a virtual hug. And i’m really grateful for that too :) i’ve been so, so fortunate in my dealings online, and i’m looking forward to another wonderful year w/ yall :’)))))

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tessiete · 3 years ago

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2021 Fic Review

tagged by the lovelies @kckenobi @adaliak @treescape and @the-last-kenobi

total number of completed works: I think 12? AO3 says 13, but one of those was One Human Thought which was mostly 2020, so I'm not counting it.

total word count: 330, 793! That's three times what I wrote in 2020, and honestly probably three times what I'll write in 2022. But I'm...I'm kinda thrilled with that number!

looking back did you write more, less, or the expected amount of fic this year?: WAY more. I came into this year not really planning or hoping for anything, and then I wrote a whole novel!

your own favorite story of this year?: Oh, um...I think I really like silent (and so near), and weirdly I love the tiny time-travel au fill I wrote for whumptober called Desperate Times

did you take any writing risks this year?: I wrote a WHOLE NOVEL! Not in a month, but you know, ten months ain't bad! I'm honestly amazed as I had thought that something completely beyond my skill. But I did it!

do you have any fanfic goals for the new year?: My WWI fic! And I'd love to do a lot more challenges and fills - things that generally require less of my extended focus just because keeping to a schedule was A LOT.

most popular story of the year? Only Hope - not surprising considering it was SO LONG! XD

story most under-appreciated? Ironically, I'm gonna say Only Hope. This, on the surface, may sound silly, but you know sort of in line with what @kckenobi said in her Year in Review, Obitine is an under-repped, and under-read pairing. I knew that going into this, because that's part of why I wrote it. The hate that Satine gets in fandom is, IMO, mostly thinly veiled or internalised misogyny and I wrote this partly to explore her character in a way I felt was more compassionate, and nuanced that the rap she usually gets.

BUT

That said, if you write for a small ship, you'll have a smaller audience.

Not only that, but at 200k this fic is significantly longer than most people like to commit to (totally fair), and it relied a lot on OCs or minor canon characters (who could forget Davu Golec??), and often did not follow popular fanon depictions of Mandalorians or Jedi. Also only one chapter of sex. So, I knew what I was signing myself up for but at the same time...Ithinkit'sactuallyaprettygreatstorythatmorepeoplewouldloveiftheygaveitachance *breath* eventhoughIdon'texpectanyonetoreadoutsidetheirinterestorfeelthattheyhavetoenjoysomethingthatisn'tforthembutstillIjustwannabeloved.

And all that said, there has been an absolute LEGION of readers who I adore, and appreciate, and who followed Only Hope the whole way along. I would never intend to besmirch them or their investment. I only say this fic in particular is underappreciated because in comparison to other Obi-Wan pairings, going solely by the metrics of kudos/bookmarks (WHICH I DON'T THINK ACTUALLY INDICATIVE OF QUALITY OR ENGAGEMENT) then technically it is relatively small, you know what I mean?

most fun story to write?: Um, I really loved writing Only Hope. I loved reading peoples' reactions, and theories, and watching them scream in the comments.

Everyone who engaged with it has been incredibly kind, and lovely, and I've never seen a comment section more full of thought, and kindness, and insight in my life. Honestly magical.

most unintentionally telling story: LOL um, I don't know? Again, probably Only Hope. Lots of exploration of my POV on attachment, on pacifism, on relationships. OH!

Oh, yeah lol, I made Obi-Wan demisexual in that and if that isn't projection, I don't know what is.

biggest disappointment: I mean, I'm disappointed I didn't write the next great work of the SW fandom, but I'm not disappointed in any of my work per se. I think I did a pretty good job!

biggest surprise: I cannot believe I got into a zine! I participated in the @hope-astarwarszine and published my fic Fair Jealousy, in Simple Dress which achieves my eternal goal of making Obi-Wan into a poet, and Padme knowing that. It's a very ponderous piece, in retrospect, but I still quite like it! And being in print was so much fun, for a Canadian zine, and a Canadian charity! <3

my favorite part of fandom this year: The Fandom. Absolutely. 100%. I've enjoyed how writing gives people the opportunity/excuse to reach out, and I've so loved being able to talk with people, and try a whole bunch of new things/ships/POVs that I hadn't before. I'm thankful for my discord servers, and my DMs, and my mutuals, and the people I tumblr stalk and admire from afar. I love this fandom!

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lilhawkeye3 · 4 years ago

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I don't know if they thought curly hair was too complicated to animate or something, but for some reason, ALL the clones in TCW have straight hair. It comes off as a simple stylistic choice with the standard crew cut, but then you have characters like Tup and Hunter. And since Trace Martez exists, we know they CAN texture curly hair now, and it doesn't look like it was all that complicated either. I guess in the case of Tup and Hunter we have to chalk it up to mutation in-universe.

Alright. Here’s an image of Trace and Rafa Martez.

I’m gonna say this kindly as a curly haired individual: I would not say Trace has textured curly hair in the show. She has a textured hairstyle meant to represent curls.

Rafa has some waves in her hair that do end in a little curl, and while in real life I would say she probably has one of the “B” classifications for curly hair and appears to have a stronger curl pattern than Temuera Morrison. That said, the animation is still fairly blocky and only represents her having curls.

This gif even shows it: Trace’s hair just... doesn’t move. It’s completely fixed. At least Rafa’s has a bit of sway and bounce at the bottom ringlet.

My honest opinion? The actual animation program itself is not designed to handle curls. What we see with both Martez ladies is that the CG part of their hair is very blocky, but the “texture” comes more from the hand-painted look.

This is something Filoni pushed from the start: CG animation was the new thing in 2005 and George Lucas wanted to use it for the show, but Filoni was a hand-drawing artist. He worked on Avatar the Last Airbender, for example. The way he could keep that feel with Clone Wars was to paint each “panel.” Thus, you had a merging of the two. Here’s a segment of a direct quote from Filoni, taken from this article.

“I wanted it to look like a painting— you see a textured, hand painted style on every character. I have texture artists who literally paint every character right down to their eyeball, because I wanted that human touch on everything.” -Dave Filoni

I actually looked into what program they used (at least for the earlier seasons). In 2008, it was produced by a company called Autodesk, and here is the announcement of them using the software. In the announcement, it mentions that one of Autodesk’s first (and main) developments is AutoCAD, and that their programs are meant to simulate real-world developments. Yeah... AutoCAD is an engineering/architechtural program. It’s very formulated and rigid because so are the materials it needs to simulate.

Here’s an example of a plant designed using a more recent version of AutoCAD (from the Autodesk website). Even with basic colors, it’s clear to see how its older versions would be best for a show full of armored troopers, ships, destroyers, walkers... pretty much every part of Star Wars except for the people, tbh.

The program, and thus any later ones developed off of it, was not equipped to program curly hair. It’s not in their coding.

The other problem is Lucasfilm was outsourcing the animating for most scenes to a team in Asia (as per the linked announcement). That’s not cheap. When you introduce a character like Tup, who is a smaller supporting character, it’s far easier to just use the already developed clone CG model and have his hair tied back so it lays flat. It’s logistically not worth figuring out curls for him.

Hell, look even at Anakin or Obi-Wan’s hair in the first seasons (just search gifs on tumblr tbh). It moves together in chunks, if at all. The last season does have more improvement, but by then 1) it’s ten years later, so animation programs have evolved significantly, and 2) they’re at Disney.

I may hate on Disney for a lot of things, but Disney and Pixar have pioneered so much for digital animation, including hair actually (i.e. Tangled & The Incredibles). And... it’s Disney. They’ve got some of the best technology out there, even if it’s just for a TV show.

But, back to the clones. Take a look at any of the Sideshow collectible figures available for the clone troopers from the show. Even the short haired troopers have wavy definition to their hair, and for Tup it’s pretty clear he has a curl texture, just that it’s been tightly combed back into a bun.

To help, here’s a trio of images: the left is Temuera Morrison around when he was in Star Wars. The top right is the Showtime collectible of ARC Trooper Fives. The bottom right is Fives in the show. It’s clear they attempted Temuera’s curl texture on the figurine. If you look closely at Fives’ hair from the show still, it still attempts to show that but flat painted on the CG hair panel.

And here’s the clearest image I could find of Tup’s hair. Again, they tried to show his texture with the flat hand-painting.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ They tried. Kind of. It just doesn’t translate well.

So, to sum it all up: the clones don’t have pin-straight hair. The animation makes it look that way because it is limited in its coding. But for the more realistic versions of the troopers, they’re shown to have some hair texture.

I don’t think they were being purposefully ignorant or racist by keeping the clones’ hair straighter. The style of animation chosen really was just not equipped to handle any type of curly hair pattern.

[For those of you wondering why they chose it though, one of the main reasons for the style was because they wanted motion capture for battle scenes. And y’know... after seeing the Ahsoka vs Maul fight in the final season... yeah, valid decision on that end.]

That said, something that was within the animation team’s control that we should be angry about is how they lightened/whitewashed the clones and Boba Fett in the series.

But that’s some tea for another time... ☕️🦅

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forcemeanakin · 3 years ago

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✰Rules

✰Welcome to my rules post!✰

I’m super excited to launch my writing blog! It's been a goal of mine for some time, so putting myself out there means the world to me :) Seriously thanks to everyone who is here and taking their time to read my stuff, you don’t know how powerful your impact is <333

But because writing is my most vulnerable place, I really need to set some boundaries in this area.

✰1. Writing is a hobby, so sometimes I will take my sweet time with requests or updates; everything depends on my responsibilities and inspiration. But please, don’t let this stop you from reaching me! I will check everything you send me :)

✰2. REQUESTS ARE SUPER WELCOMED. Please, I love to know that you trust me enough with your ideas! It’s such a precious thing to do! <33 but I will reserve the right to decline one if I’m not comfortable with it. And I would love for you to comment, like or reblog my content, if that’s something you feel like to, no pressure whatsoever. It’s just a really nice boost :)

✰3. A big part of my content is nsfw, so minors (-18), in the most respectful way possible, please leave.I would also appreciate age indicators in bios. If any minor interacts with my account, their account will get blocked. Most of my one shots are smutty, soooo, yeah, you can’t be here.

✰4. I can write one shots, blurbs, headcanons! I also write long fics, but those are on my wattpad profile: @forcemeanakin as well :) I will post them on tumblr too but I’m still trying to figure out the format.

✰5. Here are my different fonts for the type of story each fic will be:

Smut

Angst

Fluff

So if you see that next to the title on the masterlist, you already knowwww. And I will be obviously working with tags.

✰6. My main focus/character to write about is ✰Anakin Skywalker✰/Darth Vader. Probably 90% of my content -if not more- will be about him. But I do however accept requests for other characters/ships like:

Obi Wan Kenobi

Obi Wan x Satine Kryze

Han Solo

Hanleia

And with Obi Wan it will probably be mostly fluff, but I do have some smutty stuff planned for that bearded beauty. For Vader, it will be fully limbed.

✰7. My stories will mostly be Anakin x reader. I don’t like to write about Anakin with other people unless it’s angst. I’m not closed to the idea of writing Anidala’s fics (I love them so much), but my inspiration is not there iykwim.

Also, I will try to write as many gender neutral stories as possible, however, I cannot deny my inclination towards writing female characters due to my sexual identity.

✰8. I do NOT write about:

pedophilia

Ahsoka x Anakin

Fisting, in any way.

Hardcore BDSM.

Wax play.

Furry tendencies.

Poop/piss kink.

Period sex.

Non-con sex.

Jabba, Jar Jar, basically, any non-human form of the SW’s universe.

This will be constantly updated, because I can’t remember all of the kinks lol.

✰9. Fun facts about me: I have a slight -deep- preference towards angst and smut. I enjoy angst tremendously, I cannot hide it and I won’t hahaha. So there’s gonna be a lot of this content here, but don’t worry, it will all be tagged, so if you don’t particularly like it, then you can easily skip it and move on to other type stories of mine :))) A few of my kinks: I have a huge general kink (choke me, general), cock fetish/sucking dick infatuation and I’m sucker for sub!Anakin, so I’m totally bias to those sort of fics, but don’t freak out! I have PLENTY of dom!Anakin coming your way ;))) wink wink So yeah, that was a little about me, in case you wanted to know more :)

#star wars #anakin skywalker #anakin smut #anakin fluff #anakin x you #obi wan kenobi #obi wan star wars #prequel trilogy #revenge of the sith #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #one shot #fiction #fluff fic #fanfic writer #request #requests open

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growup-thatbeautiful · 4 years ago

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sad but not alone

Ahsoka and Rex post-order 66 fic

Word Count: 1,382

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, death, angst

Please let me know if you want to be on a tag list!

This is for @radbatch !! Happiest of birthdays! (Ik i’m late, but i wanted to do a little more) Share the Ahsoka love a little :))

Ahsoka doesn’t ask for help when she needs it. That’s something Rex has known for a very long time. It’s something all of the Jedi share, he’s learned. Cody has come to him countless times, complaining about General Kenobi’s recklessness and sleeplessness. Now is one of those times that Ahsoka isn’t asking for help.

It’s not like Rex is in some mentally stable place either, though. He’s probably one of the least qualified people to give advice in the face of an intergalactic crisis. Force, he just lost all of his brothers in a matter of hours. For the first time, he’s truly alone. No, he reminds himself, Ahsoka’s still here. Ahsoka, who’s so young and has had so much pain bestowed upon her, who treated every single man under her like a person, not a clone, who used to laugh with General Skywalker to distract the rest of them from death.

If he’s lost all his brothers today, she’s lost everyone slowly over time, taking the blows she’s been dealt standing tall. He doesn’t know what’s running through her head right now, but whatever it is he wants to be there with her for it. She’s the only person he’s really seen grow up, and he would be lying if he said he isn’t impressed with the fighter she’s become. But the Jedi aren’t supposed to be fighters, they’re supposed to protect peace. Peace, an idea he’s not even sure he could recognize.

If there’s one thing the 501st taught him, it’s that having someone to be sad with is better than having no one to be sad with.

Fives had been big on that. When they lost Echo, they had spent countless hours together, sitting in the silence of hyperspace. Rex would open his mouth to say something, maybe try and help Fives get through the loss, but he genuinely had nothing to say then. He still doesn’t have anything to say, but he still talks to Fives all the time. Ahsoka says that it’s healthy and that he could be out there listening. Rex doesn’t know if he believes her, but it’s a nice thought.

They walked away from the grave together, leaving a trail of footprints in the snow that they didn’t try at all to cover up. No one was supposed to survive that crash. That alone had given them the time they needed to build the grave in the first place.

It had been Ahsoka’s idea. The duty of burying the dead usually fell to clones below Rex, but he tried to be there most of the time to say goodbye. It’s always a sad occasion, of course it is. Saying goodbye to someone you’ve fought beside is never easy. Today was different. They didn’t lose in a hard-fought battle. Those men didn’t die protecting the Republic, they died with weapons pointed at their beloved Commander.

Ahsoka didn’t take the job lightly. Each body she found in various levels of destruction she treated tenderly, rearranging cold, dead limbs into peaceful, sleeping positions. Wiping the blood away, really just smearing it around. It breaks Rex’s heart how familiar she is with these motions. He’s no stranger to them either, and he would never make Ahsoka do it alone. For each of the brothers that he finds, the names fall off his lips like the meditative prayers of Kenobi. There’s so many of them. If it was ever eerie to see something so close to his own face staring back up at him, dead, that’s worn off. Years of this have made sure of it.

“Rex.” It’s one of the first things Ahsoka’s said since the crash. He follows her haunted voice, stopping when he sees why she called out.

Jesse. His helmet is cracked, a canyon through the Republic’s crest and Ahsoka’s paint, splitting it down the middle. His body is wrapped around himself, curled up like a child, like he was hiding from the screams and chaos. The armour on his chest is stained red, and his neck is bent at a broken angle. It brings Rex to his knees, hitting the floor hard. He doesn’t notice the impact, too preoccupied with the blinding and overwhelming pain from inside and the feel of tears streaming down his cheeks.

Ahsoka is on her knees beside him, a comforting hand on his back where he’s doubled over, making these terrible hitching noises in the back of his throat. He knows that whatever he’s feeling Ahsoka can feel too, and he doesn’t want to be the one to hurt her even more, but he can’t help it. The waves of tears keep coming until there aren’t any more, and he’s left with scratchy eyes and red cheeks. Through it all, Ahsoka stayed by his side. He looks up at her to see his tears mirrored on her face, quiet and impassive. One of her hands is facing palm up, resting on her knees, and she’s whispering soothing words for Jesse. Or Rex. Or both.

They help each other to their feet, ignoring the battle pains. The helmets are set up on pikes, the most they can do. Ahsoka leaves her lightsabers in the snow with the dead. Rex doesn’t have the energy to think about that significance.

They build a camp in a cave a little ways away, figuring that it’s better to be safe and wait it out a few days in case anyone comes looking. Rex doesn’t actually think that anyone will, and he’s pretty sure Ahsoka doesn’t either. But this isn’t a battle that they can recover from easily. No, they have to take a second to regroup.

Ahsoka starts a fire and Rex grabs some ration bars that he grabbed from the wreck. They sit side by side, shoulders pressed together tightly, reassuring each other that someone is there.

To his surprise, she opens up before he can ask her. It saves him the trouble of figuring out what to say. “I can’t feel anything. I’ve always had the force beside me, inside me, and now it’s out of balance. It’s like there’s this gaping darkness that was never there before, and I don’t know why. I don’t know if-“ her voice breaks here, and she covers her mouth, hiding a sob.

Predictably, she pushes through. “I don’t know if I made this happen. What if it’s my fault? It’s never felt this…wrong, and, stars, I can’t feel Anakin. It’s not the same as when I left the Order. Then it was distant, but he was still there with me. Now that part of me feels broken and painful. I think he’s gone.” A quiet confession by the fire, her face lit in shadows. It doesn’t surprise Rex as much as it should, but he knows the Padawan-Master bond is strong. If she says it, it’s true.

“I’m scared. Rex, I don’t want to be alone.” He knows this takes a lot for her to admit this. She’s usually the epitome of strength, never letting her guard down in front of the people counting on her. It’s a habit that she most likely picked up from Obi-Wan. Force knows it’s not Skywalker’s style. He can’t just leave that hanging, though.

“Hey, kid, it’s alright. You’ve been lost before, yeah? You’re gonna find your way again. Everything’s going to work out.” The last sentence falls flat. He’s not even fooling himself. “And maybe things won’t be okay, but we’re still us, right? I’ve still got my Commander with me, and you’ve still got your Captain. You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

“Look, I can’t pretend to understand the force, but I know that, so far, it hasn’t led you wrong. Things are changing in the galaxy, and we can’t control that, so we might as well be along for the ride. I know you, Commander, and you’re not going to let this change you. Sure, you’re gonna grow with it, but you’ll always have what he taught you. What they all taught you. What I taught you.”

“So, trust in the force.” It’s something he’s heard General Kenobi say a million times to his Padawan and Grandpadawan. “Let it guide you. I’ll be right there with you.”

“Thank you, Rex.”

“Of course, Commander.”

#ahsoka tano #ahsoka star wars #ahsoka #ahsoka and rex #rex #captain rex #commander tano #commander rex #order 66 #post order 66 #ahsoka fic #ahsoka tano fic #rex fic #clone wars #clone wars fic #nxvna writing #nxvna post

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clonecest-bin-account · 4 years ago

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(Jedi anon!) Can I request something with off-duty Rex and Cody hanging out with their Jedi (can be all three or any combination as long as Anakin is there), other clones optional, and just being casually affectionate with each other --nothing obnoxious, just normal levels of couple PDA in front of friends-- without trying to hide anything. I don't even care what the plot is. Write whatever story you want! 😊 I just want happy established relationship with supportive Jedi. "supportive" can 100% include friendly teasing though, if that's the route you want to take

Because "clonecest is taboo in universe so they have to hide" has its place and is part of some of my favorites! But I crave content with Jedi who are fully aware and entirely supportive of the clones' love lives. And while there's a fair amount of it with Obi-Wan (but there can always be more 👀), there's not enough with Anakin 💙

(Oh hell yeah. More Jedi & Clones interactions!)

You know? Rex is glad that his Jedi is a sociable one. Even though they’re perfectly able to be professionals when they need to, he can also consider him a dear friend, and he knows that, for Anakin, it’s the same.

Still, it’s weird to be invited to his house - well, not technically his, but senator Amindala’s, or Padme, like she wants him to call her when they’re off duty - and with Cody of all people. Well, given that it’s more of a family gathering - General Kenobi and Ahsoka will come too - he figures that it’s not that weird after all. It’s just that he’s not used to this.

“You’re nervous,” Cody can’t help but to observe, as the two walk to Padmé’s apartment. He isn’t entirely comfortable as well, but that’s mostly because of the fact that they’re wearing civvies, which isn’t something neither of them is accustomed to.

“You think?” Rex replies, more vehemently than he should’ve, and thus he apologizes. “Sorry…”

He feels Cody squeeze his hand. “Everything will be fine. You’re worrying for nothing,” he reassures him. Rex supposes he’s lucky not to feel as nervous as he does; it’s just that this isn’t something they were supposed to do in their life. Will they be able to adapt?

Oh well, there’s no point in wondering about that now. They’ve almost arrived, after all.

Their welcome has been warm as Padmé herself has come to greet them, showing them around her home. Holy shit, so much space; you could fit so many barracks in there.

When they get to the main hall, they find that everyone else has already arrived.

“Hey there,” Rex timidly greets them.

“You’re here, finally!” Anakin exclaims, walking towards Rex and Cody and putting his hands on their shoulders, squeezing. “We were beginning to think you got lost,” he teases them, but thankfully Ahsoka comes to the saving.

“Only you were thinking that, master!” she says in fact, to which they all chuckle.

“Come on, the race’s about to start!” Anakin ushers them, gesturing to the couch with obvious intent.

Rex and Cody look at each other. Cody shrugs and smiles, Rex nods. They walk to the couch.

“Oh come on! No!” Anakin exclaims as the pod race continues to unfold. Rex can’t help but to snicker at the way he’s getting into it, though he has to admit that he’s kind of doing the same, but only because he wants the Coruscant team to win. Why? Because Anakin’s rooting for the Naboo team, and those two are bitter rivals. Yes, he just wants Anakin to get mad, what about it? One must have fun in one way or another.

He gets distracted from the race when Cody, who has found place on the ground since the couch is too small for all of them, yawns and rests his head against Rex’s leg. “I have no idea how you can find this entertaining,” he says, provoking an offended squeak from Anakin that makes everyone chuckle.

“You’re spending too much time with Obi-Wan,” he says. “It’s twisting your sense of taste.”

“Or maybe he’s just a smart man,” Obi-Wan retorts, exchanging a glance of understanding with Cody.

“Ugh, just go have some tea or whatever you do to have fun,” Anakin grumbles, obviously offended.

Obi-Wan and Cody share another gaze, and Cody tries to get up. “You know, we just might do that…” If only Rex hadn’t grabbed him by the shoulders and kept him down. “… Or maybe not,” Cody concedes then, turning towards Rex. “What, can’t handle two minutes alone?”

At that point, Rex takes Cody’s head in his hands and leans down to kiss his lips, that way he can shut up. The gesture’s welcomed by some chuckles, but also a groan from Ashoka. “Ugh, you’re so gross!” she exclaims, though she soon finds herself laughing as well.

When Rex and Cody pull apart, Rex sends her a smirk. “You’re just jealous,” he teases her, to which she replies by sticking her tongue out.

After that brief intermission, they go back to watching the race.

It still feels weird for Rex to be in such a casual situation with the people who are supposed to be his superior officers, but it also feels… good, unexpected but definitely good.

To be able to find himself a family, this definitely wasn’t something he thought he’d do back when he was on Kamino, and the fact that he gets to experience this side by side with Cody makes everything better.

He looks down at Cody, carding his fingers through his short curly hair, smiling at the way he nuzzles against his touch.

Yes, it certainly makes it better.

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If you want to be added feel free to let me know! Just know that if you are a minor you’ll be tagged only for the sfw fics.

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newswcanonprompts · 4 years ago

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prompt #37 - Jedi are like Magpies and love their clones

sorry we haven’t posted in forever! to make up for it, i’m posting one of our longest and detailed prompts (maybe even the longest)- this came from a LONG discussion a few weeks back, and it was a lot of fun. this idea morphed a ton, and it became this huge thing. this is personally my favorite one, so hope you enjoy!

Jedi collect trinkets and wear them!!! Hand them to others as a very important gift

The Clones dont really get it, but they are happy

The jedi make them things like jewelry, keychains, little beaded things, colored strings, they’ll give them feathers, you name it

Its another way to show that they are individuals, and that the jedi know them specifically

The veteran clones have long keychain type things and the shiny clones want them very much and it’s something they look forward to

The padawans hand the commanders things and being sad when the CC’s tell them they can’t take them into battle

Krell gets found out earlier.

“Okay, look, i know krell is… well, he is *something* and i don’t want to accuse a master of the order but have you looked at his men?! where the hell are their keychains?!”

The padawans stage a protest at the senate because how else are they going to make sure that their troops know they are loved and get their trinkets

This idea can get angsty really quickly (finding trinkets after battles, in ship crashes, or post-order 66), but we won’t do that because of how angsty this server already is, we need some fluff sometimes

Palaptine can commit self delete

Clones will paint armor for padawans cause that is how they show honor and stuff

The clones, upon figuring out what they mean, give their jedi trinkets also

Mirialan padawan holding armor they got: “ITS GREEN LIKE ME!”

There are little figurines, some painted rocks, some little shiny things found on the battlefield

The clones who aren’t as good with their hands singing songs or telling stories

The jedi record them and keep them on little datachips that they keep on them at all times

Barriss doesn’t go bad because this is happy time

The jedi padawans start a riot / protest outside the senate building because some clones got their trinkets taken away by asshole civilians because they’re “not human”, just copies

The (now very pissed off) jedi sprung into action

If a snooty senator(s) takes away a clone’s trinket, the jedi just sit back and grind to a halt. Because if the clones, the PEOPLE WHO PROTECT THE REPUBLIC, are gonna get treated like that, the war can wait

The jedi knights and masters just meditate wherever the padawans are protesting

This is done to ‘keep the peace’

If anakin hears a snooty senator degrade the clones, he starts ranting and shouting about their individuality and accomplishments, while pointing at each trinket.

Someone live streams this

Luminara joins in (barriss is right behind)

Aayla too

Luminara, anakin, aayla, tag teamed shouted speech

Ahsoka and barriss are being held back by the CC’s (ahsoka is making some very crude hand gestures and barriss is like “i can name every bone in your body as i break it” - cause barriss has all that healer knowledge)

Once these three are done, mace windu comes along with the council. They think mace is going to scold the three of them until mace starts shouting at the senators too. The council just lets mace do all the talking.

This is the most watched live stream this year. It’s very funny and starts a ton of memes (obi wans face, yoda meditating, the look of “oh shit” on the original snooty senator’s face, the look of surprise on everyone when mace starts shouting too - there is also a gif made of the council looking at the situation, looking at themselves (mostly mace) and then they all step back to let mace do the talking, the clones faces when they see that three jedi and then the jedi high council are defending them)

Mace, rolling up his sleeves: “okay let’s do this”

The senators: backing away in fear

Obi wan might commit a war crime right now because no way people can talk about his troops like that

Obi wan: “am i allowed to kill a senator?”

Cody: “General, do not-”

This whole thing leads to a massive debate and overwhelmingly good PR for the jedi and clones

Shady sheev doesn’t like that. Good PR for the jedi? No thank you. But since this is a fixit he gets his ass kicked later on so everything’s fine (skeevy sheev has to scramble to try to fix his plans though)

All the padawans from that one lightsaber episode (the one on ilum where the younglings got their kyber crystals) are there and SHIT’S GOING DOWN

Petro in particular is very close to kicking someone’s ass

Caleb dume is there also.

“Master depa said we should never raise our blades in revenge or anger. But this is not revenge.” this is war, this is justice, this is defense of a defenseless group

Padme also joins in all of this (but much more calmly)

She also might make some passive aggressive comments about the snooty senators trash outfit

She and all her senator friends are gonna blacklist the original culprit

Padme and bail organa (they also got help from many jedi) put in the clone rights bill the next day

In the halls outside the debate chamber, padme threatens to gut people with her hair pins if they don’t vote in her favor

sure, it’s *technically* extortion, but come on, who’s gonna stop her? those pins are pointy y’all

Anakin tried to help draft / present the bill but he spent most of his time ranting about the injustices the clones have to face (leia had to get it from someone)

Anakin, out of breath: “AND ALL YOU SENATORS JUST SIT HERE, DOING NOTHING, WHEN THEY’RE OUT THERE DYING FOR YOU-”

Padme: “okay ani i got this, drink some water please”

Ahsoka also jumps in

Plo, who’s watching the debate: “little ‘soka, please don’t hurt anyone” (but he’s not about to stop her, after all these are his sons we’re talking about)

If someone said “well they’re not slaves?” anakin would go OFF. if you thought he was angry before… you got another thing coming.

“I AM A FREED SLAVE! I KNOW WHAT IT IS LIKE! THESE MEN HAVE LESS RIGHTS THAN I DID AS A SLAVE!”

If the public doesn’t know about his childhood before, they do now

Imagine the shock

Padme: “Ani, deep breaths, it’s gonna be okay.”

Also padme, to the other senators: “well i mean he’s not wrong you assholes”

Padme is also making very well timed comments and suggestions. It’s the most successful day she’s had since she became senator

She’s also revealing all the senators’ dirty secrets

Padme: “oh, senator so-and-so, i released all your finances and your voting history on the holonet. I’m sure your supporters will love that you’re embezzling funds. Oh, you lost your support? Tragic.��

The jedi also have dirt on everyone and they just casually let everything slip like they weren’t secrets

Shady sheev Palpacreep is in his little podium thing during the debate, and he is very pissed, because his plan is getting ruined, but he can’t let it show or else people will discover the truth about him

Anakin: “isn’t it great that we’re finally doing something about it?”

Sheev, pained: “Of course-”

This whole debate is still live streamed - and it’s very popular

The senate who made the original comment and started all of this is #cancelled

This is the greatest thing the galaxy has ever seen / watched because drama

If a jedi dies, and they aren’t brought back to the temple, they are burned with the other dead on the battlefield. Young padawans take their master’s trinkets in remembrance, wanting to follow their path and have tangible proof that the master passed into the force but that they left their mark in the world

You do not burn the trinkets. Krell tried once. It almost started a jedi civil war (maybe that’s how he gets found out)

Or maybe krell was found out because he gives zero trinkets to his men, and everyone caught on and were like “hey wtf man”

But if you wanna make it angsty ( cough cough umbara ) then krell tells the 501st to remove / burn / throw out their trinkets or he’d do it for them

He gives them an example by slicing a very special one that anakin and ahsoka both gave to rex

Krell also slices one of dogma’s. It was the only one dogma had because he was newish to the battalion at the time and wasn’t sure if accepting the trinkets was against regs or not. Krell slashes it and dogma doesn’t say anything but there were tears in his eyes

All the jedi who find out what happened replace all the trinkets so fast. They also give krell’s men a shit ton of presents.

Krell’s men have no idea what to do with them, but they are so touched a few shed tears when they get them

The clones get small tattoos of patterns that the little padawans drew for the men

The tattoos are small because some of them *might* just be random squiggles but the padawans looked so happy the clones just had to get them tattooed

Anakin orders japor wood with padme's bank account to make snippets for the clones because it’s not only a jedi thing, it’s from anakin's homeworld - and that’s like the highest praise you can get from him

The clones might not know exactly what it means but they know its super special

Padme figures out a way to buy japor wood in bulk. Anakin is very touched by this

When snooty senators start badmouthing clones, yoda just sits there and meditates to drive the senators nuts

“Sitting, i am, because stand you bitches, i cannot”

Padme gets many trinkets from the 501st because they all *know* about her and anakin

Any trinkets that she gets she likes to incorporate into her outfits (like the warrior fashionista that she is)

She embroiders some of them into her dresses and hairpieces

They both get a TON of trinkets when the twins are born

Padme also gives trinkets to the 501st, some of the 212th, and all of the coruscant guard. Especially fox cause she sees all the work he does and the senators he has to deal with

She’s besties with the coruscant guard. Like yeah, she knows the 501st and they know about her and anakin (and she’s one of them because of it) but the guard is who she’s always with

She probably wore red on debate day to represent them

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ladyrynofsunnydale · 3 years ago

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Bo-Katan Week Day 6/ Bo-Katan and Korkie

Title: Mandalorians are Stronger Together

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Relationships: Bo-Katan Kryze & Korkie Kryze, Bo-Katan Kryze & Satine Kryze, Korkie Kryze & Satine Kryze, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze

Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s05e16 The Lawless, Family, Korkie Kryze is a Kenobi, Korkie Kryze Needs a Hug

Summary: Satine is dead and there was nothing Bo-Katan could do about it, and she needs to tell Korkie. An Aunt and a nephew who haven’t spent more than a day together are now all the immediate family each other has left.

Author’s Note: Happy Day 6 of Bo-Katan Week! Yeah, I just keep putting poor Bo-Katan in these heart wrenching situations. I can’t help it. She needs happiness, but my brain keeps churning out these. I was excited to write this as I love the thought of Korkie and Bo-Katan getting to know each other and developing a relationship, though unfortunately that all occurs after Satine, their connecting factor, is dead. Tragic from the beginning.

Warnings for loss and hurt

Tagging: @bokatanweek

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Bo-Katan watched the boy out of the corner of her eye. Korkie. Her nephew. Officially on his paperwork he was the son of one of her and Satine’s closest cousins and his wife. Unofficially, however, there was no way he was not Satine and Obi-Wan’s son.

Recognizing that Mandalore was a lost cause with the commandos she had, Bo had fled Sundari, leaving a few of her most trusted commandos to keep watch on Almec and Maul, though Maul had mysteriously disappeared. She’d left Korkie with some of her commandos on Kalevala when she’d gone back to Sundari to try to free Satine once again. She’d had high hopes for the Jedi when he’d shown up, but…it was not to be. Returning to Kalevala, Korkie was the first to greet her when she’d descended from her starfighter, his eyes filled with hope. She’d met them and shook her head and had tried to walk away, but Korkie jogged to keep up with her and grabbed her arm. Bo had almost growled and pulled her arm away.

“What happened? Auntie? Is she…?”

“She’s dead, Korkie.” Her words had been clipped and short, masking any emotion, and Korkie had stopped dead in his tracks.

“Dead?” she’d heard him say, and she had finally stopped and turned. “What…what happened?” Tears were filling his eyes, and Bo had clenched her jaw to keep any tears from forming in her own.

“Maul. He used her to bait Kenobi, then he killed her.”

“And you didn’t do anything?!” Korkie shouted, rage filling his eyes.

“There was nothing I could do Korkie! The throne room is designed to be impregnable.”

“You didn’t care about her at all! You just wanted to use her!”

“Don’t you dare tell me what I feel!” Bo had snapped back, striding back to Korkie and poking him in the chest with her finger. “You have no idea! No idea!”

Korkie had glared at her then turn and stormed off. Bo was shaking and to her shame she found she was way too close to crying. She’d stormed her way to Axe Woves, who’d she’d left in charge of the commandos she’d left behind, and demanded a report.

But now here she was, silently eating dinner, and she couldn’t help but stare at her nephew. His words had stung. When she was younger, Satine had been her world. She’d idolized her. After their parents had been murdered she and Satine had been separated, and she’d been scooped up by Death Watch. Her world had never been the same again. But in all that time, despite telling herself over and over that she hated Satine and her regime, she’d still loved her. Pre callously talking about killing her had cut her to the bone, but she’d gone along with it. She had hoped that maybe she could figure out a way to spare her sister. But in the end, Satine’s fate hadn’t even been in Pre’s hands.

She could see the tear tracks on Korkie’s face. He was off to the side, away from her other commandos, and his shoulders were hunched like he was trying to ward off a blow. Bo sighed and stood, walking over to him and sitting down on the log next to him.

“I’m sorry, Korkie.”

Korkie looked up and she could see more unshed tears in his eyes.

“No, I’m sorry Bo-Katan. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you.”

Bo bumped his shoulder with hers.

“We’re Kryzes. Lashing out is what we do best.”

That earned her at least a little smile.

“I can’t believe she’s gone,” Korkie said, his voice sounding so lost. “She’s been there for me for as long as I can remember.” He turned to Bo. “Were you two close?”

“When I was younger? Extremely. She was my big sister. She hung the moons and stars in the sky and I would have followed her anywhere.” Korkie smiled sadly at that.

“What happened?”

“The Civil War. And Death Watch.”

“Auntie,” Korkie began, his voice shaking, “Auntie wasn’t trying to destroy Mandalore. She was trying to make it better, safer.”

“And look where that got her,” Bo snapped and Korkie recoiled, though he gazed at her steadily. There was no way that Korkie was not Kenobi’s son.

“She wasn’t the one who attacked Mandalore with crime syndicates.”

Bo wanted to snap back at him, and she felt the heat of anger rising in her chest. What did he know? What did he know of what Death Watch was trying to do? They were protecting Mandalorian culture that had survived thousands of years. But she paused and glanced around at her commandos. Very few of them who were loyal to Mandalore and not Maul remained. Maul’s plans would strip Mandalore and destroy the planet better than Satine ever could have. Is this what Death Watch had led to? In her mind’s eye she saw the wasteland that was Mandalore’s landscape. Was warfare any better?

She glanced at him and noticed he didn’t have any food.

“Did you eat?”

“I’m not hungry,” he stated.

“You need to eat Korkie.”

“You’re not in charge of me, Bo-Katan.”

Bo opened her mouth to retort, her anger rising again, and bit back her reply. Standing she headed to where the food was being handed out and collected a ration and headed back to Korkie.

“Here. Eat.”

“I told you I’m not hungry.”

“Well, Satine would want you to eat. So eat.”

Korkie hesitantly took the ration and stared at it. With a sigh he slowly began eating, chewing for much longer than he needed.

“You need to swallow too.”

He glared at her, but swallowed. They sat in silence, Korkie slowly finishing his ration, both staring out into the gloomy darkness that was Kalevala in winter.

“This is the first time I’ve been off Mandalore since I was born,” Korkie said, and Bo looked at him. “Not quite what I was hoping for.”

“Kalevala isn’t exactly the prettiest planet.”

“That’s not what I meant.” They sat in silence again before Korkie once again broke it. “Did you know my parents?” he asked and Bo bit her inner lip. Every good lie had a grain of truth in it. Did she know the people who on his records were said to be his parents? Vaguely. She thinks she met them once when she was 6 when she had to go to their wedding. It was a very boring wedding. They seemed nice enough? Their deaths were one of the first of the Great Clan Wars. She remembered that. But Satine and Obi-Wan? Yes she knew them. Admittedly not very well, but she knew them.

“Yes,” she answered simply. “You remind me a lot of them,” she answered truthfully. He met her eyes and she saw the longing in his eyes. “You have your mother’s kindness and fire. And your father’s patience.”

“I wish I could have known them,” he said sadly and Bo’s heart softened for him. “Auntie Satine was the only family I had. The only family I really needed to be honest.”

“She was a good person,” Bo said, nodding. She glanced around and back to him. “You’re welcome to stay with us for as long as you like.” Korkie looked up at her.

“And if I don’t want to stay?”

“Then you don’t have to. But Korkie, those of us loyal to Mandalore, we’re a small lot.” A realization came to her like a knife to her gut. “We should stay together. Mandalorians are stronger together.”

“I’ll think about it,” Korkie said, and Bo nodded and stood, placing her hand on his shoulder. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but closed it. Instead she squeezed his shoulder and nodded at him, and he nodded back.

Walking away she had one thought. She’d failed Satine, but she wouldn’t fail Mandalore. Or Satine’s son.

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