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Darth Vader

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A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 14 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You are starting to stress over Bradley's upcoming deployment, but he's the one you can always count on to make you feel better. After you fulfill three wishes for him, your only wish is for him to return in time for the wedding.

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff, and swearing

Length: 4200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Bradley wasn't sure how you managed to pull off half of the shit that you did. He knew you were busy at work. He knew you were busy with the secret wedding plans. He knew you were trying to spend as much time with him as you could before he deployed again. But you still managed to put together a Halloween party that everyone was excited about. 

"Can't wait for tomorrow night!" Fanboy said, slapping Bradley on the back in the locker room. "I can't wait to show off my secret costume."

"You wear the same costume every year, man," Payback replied. "Darth Vader. Every single year."

Fanboy glared at him. "Yeah, because I spent a lot of money to have it specially made. If you try to wear that shitty looking impostor Vader costume again this year, I'll be so pissed at you."

Payback just rolled his eyes and headed for the showers. 

Bradley had already agreed to wear a couples costume with you. He'd agreed to it last year as well. He had worn tights for you after dating for less than a month. But every time he thought about dressing up as the Peter Pan to your Tinker Bell, he smiled. 

"Pussy whipped," he muttered to himself as he claimed a shower as well. He still loved it when you put on that tiny green dress for him. And you kept telling him that this year's costume came complete with three wishes that you would grant for him. So he wasn't about to complain about having to wear his dress whites around the house all evening. 

When Bradley got home, you were in the kitchen, already making food for the following night's party. "Hi, Roo," you called, running to wrap your arms around him. He was leaving for South Korea with Jake in five days, and he could tell you were getting anxious. He hated putting you through this over and over again, but he loved how you were holding onto him at every opportunity now.

"You need help with anything?" he asked. You looked up at him warily, probably scared to have him help too much in the kitchen. 

"Um, how about you fold laundry and clean the bathrooms for tomorrow night?"

"You know, it kind of hurts that you hardly ever let me help you in the kitchen," he whined, kissing the top of your head.

"But you're so good at cleaning, Roo," you told him as he walked down the hallway.

When he reemerged from his chores, you had made two delicious looking sandwiches, and you were drinking a beer while you decorated a cake. 

"Jesus, how do you manage to do all this?" he asked as you took a small bite out of one of the sandwiches. You looked at him like you were suddenly going to cry. "What's wrong?"

You just shook your head and closed your eyes. 

"Did I do something?" he asked softly as you took a step away from him.

You shook your head again, swiping away some tears from your eyes. 

"You're scaring me. What's wrong?"

When you tried to suck in a deep breath, you hiccupped and started crying instead. The way your face looked like you were in agony was killing him when you finally said, "I don't want you to go. I'm so scared." You paused to hiccup again, and Bradley felt his heart clench inside him. "You haven't been deployed since July. Since your accident." The last three words were spoken so quietly, you barely even said them out loud. 

He moved closer to you, and then you were immediately in his arms. But Bradley knew there was no way to really comfort you. This was something he thought about all the time, too. "It's just two weeks, tops. You know I'm always going to fight to get back to you if I need to. Every single time. You know that, Sweetheart."

"I know," you wailed against his chest. "But I'm still scared." 

Bradley guided you to the living room couch and let you sit in his lap and cry until your tears started to ease up. He ran his hand in small, soothing circles along your thigh and held back his own tears. 

You wiped your face on his shirt and looked up at him, running your hand along his scarred left arm. "I should be used to this by now."

He shook his head and kissed your nose. "I don't think this is the kind of thing anyone ever gets used to," he whispered as you sniffled at him. "I certainly am not. All I wanted was to have you in my life. To have you waiting for me when I come home. But it fucking destroys me to leave you here by yourself."

"Just don't leave me forever."

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Crying so hard and so suddenly had given you a headache. You didn't have a chance to try on your Halloween costume. You barely managed to eat your sandwich, and Bradley had to help you finish getting the party food ready. 

By nine o'clock, you were ready to give up for the night. You let him cover the cake you had made, and he offered to clean up the kitchen while you got ready for bed. 

It felt like you couldn't get your pulse under control. Your heart was racing. It was getting worse with each day as you got closer to his departure. You really just wanted to enjoy this Halloween party. All of your friends were coming, and Bradley had agreed to wear a matching costume again. Your head was just swirling. If you still felt this way tomorrow, you were going to have to cancel on everyone. 

Suddenly Bradley was in the bedroom doorway, holding Tramp and smiling. 

"What?" you asked, still swiping at your eyes behind your glasses as you sat up more in bed. 

"If I tell you, then you have to promise to stop crying," he said, still smiling as he made his way to the bed. 

You took a few deep breaths, finally feeling the ache in your chest loosen a bit. "Okay, I'm done crying," you promised in the steadiest voice you could manage. 

Bradley set Tramp down at the foot of the bed and slowly crawled up toward you, his expression changing to gleeful as he got closer. 

"What?" you asked, a laugh escaping as you felt yourself smile. "What is it?"

He crawled on top of you, playfully kissing your neck and face, nearly knocking your glasses onto the floor before you managed to toss them onto the night stand. 

"Bradley!" you giggled as he kissed your ear, his own deep laughter filling you up. His weight on you felt soothing as your legs tangled with his. "Tell me!"

But he just kept on kissing your lips so softly as you let your fingers thread through his hair. With a huge smile on his face, he let his forehead rest softly against yours. 

"What is it?" you asked, nipping at his lips.

"Baby Girl. We're getting married in thirty days." He pulled his face away a few inches, and he looked happier than a kid on Christmas morning. "Sweetheart! It's just one month away!"

You started laughing and threw your arms around his neck. "A month!"

"Mmhmm," he hummed against your neck. "One month. I get to be your husband in one month. How did I get this lucky?"

You took his face in both of your hands and kissed him hard. "I love you, Bradley."

Somehow, that declaration of thirty days was all it took to make you feel better. And after a few minutes of cuddling, you were sound asleep, draped halfway across his body. 

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"Are you almost dressed?" Bradley asked. You had shut yourself in the bathroom, which you never really did when you were getting ready. You always left the door open so he could check on you, or just look at you, or sneak up behind you and make you late for things.

"Um... almost!" you called. Everyone would start arriving shortly, and he was dying to have a few minutes with you in your costume. Alone. He hadn't even seen it on you yet. 

He adjusted his tie and looked over at Tramp who appeared to be dressed as some sort of fairy. But you had told Bradley it was part of the costume theme and divulged no further information. 

"Sweetheart, it's almost party time!" he called again, just as you opened the bathroom door. "Oh, shit."

You smiled and twirled for him. You were wearing a light blue slip dress that ended above your knees as well as a costume wig with a tiara. You even had some sort of glass slippers on your feet.

Bradley's mouth was hanging open as he shook his head. "You look hot."

You looked down at yourself and then back up at him. "I feel kind of silly. But you look delicious, Roo. Or should I say Prince Charming?" 

The skirt part of your dress was kind of gauzy and sheer, and the top was kind of tight, and that made him feel a little silly. "Do you have any idea what you are capable of?" he rasped, reaching for you.

"What do you mean?" you asked, tucking yourself into his arms.

"You could destroy me with one look, Baby Girl."

You smirked and rubbed yourself against him. "My name is Cinderella."

Bradley groaned so loudly, you started laughing again. 

"And my fairy godmother said I can grant you three wishes tonight," you added, biting your glossy lip. Tramp perked up and shook his fairy wings as if on cue. 

Bradley raised his eyebrows at you. "Anything I want?"

You nodded, still chewing on your lip. 

He pushed you back against the dresser and started bunching up your dress just as the doorbell rang. "Fuck!"

You ran out of the room, your laughter trailing behind you as he followed. When you had nearly reached the front door, Bradley scooped you up from behind. "This is going to be fun," he whispered in your ear. "Okay, my first wish: I want you to flash me your tits when nobody is looking."

You squealed with delight as he set you down. "You're naughty, Roo."

"I thought I was Prince Charming."

You put your hand on the doorknob and whispered, "Wish number one, coming right up." Then you opened the door and let Cam and Maria inside.

"You look ridiculous," you told them as Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum entered the house. Cam pressed a six pack of beer into Bradley's hands and Maria kissed his cheek, and then they both made their way into the kitchen. 

Before you could even close the door, Fanboy Vader entered followed by Bob who was dressed as Where's Waldo. "Cute!" you said, making a fuss over both of them. Bradley watched Bob pointedly not look at your body while Fanboy pointedly looked at your body and then gave Bradley a fistbump. 

"Phoenix!" you squealed, tossing your arms around Bradley's best friend who was dressed as Wednesday Addams, complete with braided pigtails. 

"Cinderella, I dig it," Nat said with a laugh before looking at Bradley. "But that is the furthest thing I have ever seen from Prince Charming. Eww, wait... is this some sort of twisted roleplay fantasy?! You guys need to do this shit on your own time." But she was still smiling at Bradley as she made her way over to pet Tramp. 

You closed the door only to open it again as Mav and Penny entered dressed as Sonny and Cher. Within a minute, Mav had Bradley cornered. 

"I'm fully ordained," Maverick said, holding out his hand for Bradley to shake it, but Bradley wrapped his arms around him in a hug instead. 

"Thanks again, Mav. Almost everything is ready. Just need to submit our permits, and we are good to go. And don't you dare tell Penny or Amelia." 

Mav grinned and mimed zipping his lips before getting a beer.

"Oh my goodness, you look sexy!" Bradley froze. That was clearly your voice. You shouldn't be saying that to anyone except him. He peered through the house to the front door and caught sight of you running your fingers along Payback's Halloween costume, if you could even call it that. 

He was dressed as a firefighter. A firefighter stripper. Just yellow pants with red and yellow suspenders.

"Yeah, well, this was the only costume left in my size," he was saying to you, grinning as you snapped the suspenders against him. 

"Looking hot, Payback." 

When you caught Bradley's eye, you winked.

He headed over and wrapped his arms around you and whispered in your ear, "Stop flirting with Payback and give me my first wish."

"Now is not the appropriate time, Prince Charming," you squealed, wriggling out of his grasp as Jake arrived. 

"A Ken doll? Again?" Bradley asked as Jake descended upon you with a huge bouquet of orange flowers and kissed you on the cheek. Bradley knew better than to be jealous, but you were barely wearing any clothing, and the guys were all over you. 

"You look like you could be my Barbie," Jake told you with a wink, you responded by seductively untying his ascot before flicking his ear. 

"Your wife is mean," Jake said, rubbing his ear. The word wife made Bradley smile every time. And as he looked at you over Jake's shoulder you bit your lip and looked around. Everyone else had abandoned the living room, stairs and entryway for the kitchen. 

Bradley licked his lips and grinned, knowing you were about to go for it. He watched you yank down the top of your dress, and your tits bounced free for him. He could tell your nipples were hard from across the room, and he watched you struggle to get yourself covered up again. A look of slight panic crossed your features, but Bradley was having fun watching you grabbing at your own breasts. 

Until he noticed Jake was about to turn around to see what he was looking at. "Hey! Did you mention anything to Fanboy about keeping an eye on her while we're gone?" Bradley asked, regaining Jake's attention while you finally got yourself covered. 

Bradley and Jake both turned to watch you stroll into the kitchen like you hadn't a care in the world. "Yeah. Fanboy said he'd stop over if she needs anything. Of course Bob, Payback and Coyote all said the same thing too. She's going to be just fine."

Bradley frowned. "Where is Coyote?"

"Oh, he's in the kitchen," you called over your shoulder. "I didn't see him come in?"

When Bradley made his way into the kitchen, Coyote was looking at you with his hands on his hips. "I'm dressed as James Bond. I'm a spy. I crept in the back door when nobody was looking." 

You were smiling as he looked annoyed that nobody seemed to appreciate how he was fully in character.

"Do you want a martini?" you asked, straightening his bowtie. Then he smiled down at you.

"No, I don't want you to go to any trouble. I'll just grab a beer," Coyote told you, flashing a huge smile. 

Bradley watched with mild interest as you chatted with Coyote and Fanboy for a little bit. Your costume was extremely distracting, so he couldn't really blame the guys for sneaking some glances at your chest. At least they had the decency to look a little embarrassed anytime they caught Bradley's eye. And he was happy to see that Maria had managed to garner all of Payback's attention, what with his perfect abs fully exposed to everyone at large. 

When you went to grab some more of your orange sangria from the refrigerator, Bradley let you pour a glass and take a sip before he took it from you and finished it. "Hey!" you complained, but he just set the glass aside. 

Everyone was pretty distracted, dancing to your Halloween playlist and eating and drinking. Bradley ran his knuckles down along the soft skin between your breasts, and you instantly whimpered for him.

"Oh, fuck," he whispered, already getting hard, right in the middle of his kitchen. "Prince Charming wants to get his dick wet."

Your lips parted as his fingers trailed up to your neck and wrapped around your necklace chain, and your eyes went wide. "Is that your second wish?"

"No, that's a fucking order." 

Your moan was so loud, Bradley pressed his lips to yours to keep you quiet. When he released you, he murmured, "Meet me in the laundry room in ten minutes to fulfill my second wish."

You just nodded dumbly, and after a few minutes, Bradley watched you sneak down the hallway. 

He needed to time it just right so it didn't look too suspicious. He was so worked up. Usually he could last as long as you needed him to, always wanting to get you there before himself. But he was pretty sure he could get away with a quickie. No way he'd last long with you dressed like that and moaning. 

When he ducked inside the laundry room, you were there with the light on, immediately reaching for the front of his uniform pants. 

"That's a good girl," he crooned, watching you unzip and pull him free. "That's my sweet Princess."

You licked your lips and met his eyes. "How do you want it, your highness?" Your voice was soft and needy, and he was throbbing in your hand.

He kissed you gently one time before taking you by the hips and bending you over the washing machine. "I want to fuck you hard and fast and fill you with my cum," he grunted, yanking up the sheer material of your dress and running his hands along your ass. You weren't wearing any underwear, and he could see how wet you were. 

"Oh!" you moaned as he pushed himself deep inside your pussy without warning. 

"All the guys want to flirt with you? And look at you? That's fine," he said, squeezing your hips as you grasped the washing machine while he rocked into you. "I know you're mine. But you're gonna keep my cum in this little pussy all night. I wanna smell it on you later. Want them to smell it too."

He fucked you hard, nealy knocking over the jug of detergent as he railed you. Each of his thrusts was punctuated with a grunt from the back of your throat, and you were getting louder and louder.

"Don't get too loud. I didn't lock the door," Bradley growled, switching to shorter, harder thrusts that just left you moaning his name. "Fine, be loud. I don't fucking care if someone catches us."

That had you turning to look up over your shoulder at him, mouth hanging open, brows pinched. "Roo," you groaned, and he squeezed both of your ass cheeks as he came hard, clenching his jaw and keeping his eyes on yours.

He leaned down to kiss your cheek before withdrawing and watching his cum leak out of your pussy and down your thighs. "You're so fucking perfect," he whispered, kneeling down and kissing the backs of your legs before he pulled your dress down slowly over the masterpiece he had painted. 

"Bradley," you whispered, just staring up at him as he stood and running your fingers along his sensitive length. 

"Get back out there, Cinderella. Go chat with the guys all you want," he said, landing a soft smack to your rear end as you left the room. 

Bradley took a moment to tuck himself back into his dress whites, noting the streak of your wetness next to his zipper. He smiled as he buttoned his pants, already thinking about his third wish.

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You could feel Bradley's cum as it seeped out of you with every movement. Your legs and dress were soaked from him, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't turned on for the rest of the night. 

He came from fucking you inside the laundry room, but you did not. And that was just fine with you. Getting his dick wet was one of his three wishes, and you were more than happy to give that to him. 

But now you were worked up. Everytime Bradley looked at you, every time your costume brushed against your nipples, you wanted to take him to bed. And you almost felt like everyone you talked to knew what you and Bradley had done. Which just made you even needier for him. 

You also couldn't wait to hear what his third wish was.

You were sitting on the piano bench with Cam and sharing a plate of snacks, looking around the room at everyone. Suddenly part of you realized that the way you and Bradley had planned your wedding was quite risky. There was the chance that some of these people wouldn't show up on your big day, because they wouldn't know that it was actually your wedding day. That thought made you sad. 

You had known Cam longer than anybody else here. He'd lived across the hallway from you in the Naval Academy dormitories. You became friends instantly. Well, after you recovered from your devastating crush on him. And right now he was rambling on about how you should be recruiting him for your lab, which was currently getting way more grant money than the one he was working in.

"Hey, Cam?" you asked, cutting him off.

"What?"

"Give me your phone. I need your calendar. I need you to make sure you're free the day after Thanksgiving."

He handed you his phone. "I'm flying back from Pittsburgh that morning. Why?"

"You'll be back in the afternoon?"

"Yeah, land around noon. Why?"

You entered a bogus event into his calendar and handed the phone back to him. "Don't make plans. I need you that day." You kissed his cheek and knocked his glasses crooked in the process.

He just shrugged and agreed with you. "Sure." Then he started rambling on again. 

When you went into the kitchen to refill your drink, you got cornered by Coyote and Fanboy. "You want some sangria?" you asked them both.

"Nah, just wanted to remind you that we're around 24/7 if you need anything while Rooster and Hangman are away," Fanboy told you with so much sincerity, it made your heart ache for this group of aviators that you called your friends.

"Seriously," Coyote added, "Like if something breaks, or something makes you uncomfortable, just call us, okay? And you can always eat lunch with us, too."

You nodded and smiled. "Got it. Thanks, guys."

You had similar conversations with Nat, Bob and Payback before the end of the night, and by the time Maverick told you to let him know if you needed anything, you threw your arms around him. "I'll let you know, Mav. Thank you. I appreciate your concern, and I know Bradley does, too."

Soon you were a little tipsy and dancing with Payback the stipper firefighter while Bradley played Monster Mash on the piano. And that led to everyone dancing around your dining room table. And then that led to everyone eating cake, including fairy godmother Tramp who devoured an entire slice that Bob dropped before anyone could pick it up. 

It was so late by the time everyone was leaving, you had lost your glass slippers somewhere, and the house was a mess. But everyone left with a smile on their face, and you'd honestly had the best time. And more importantly, Bradley looked like he'd had fun. 

"Tomorrow is actually Halloween," he remarked, closing the door behind Nat as she waved goodbye. "Is it sad that I'm really excited to give out candy to the kids?"

"No," you said, wrapping him up in a hug. "I'm excited, too. It's our first Halloween in the house."

"You're not wearing this to give out candy, are you?" he asked, eying your cleavage with some concern. 

You started laughing, gently removing your tiara and wig which had been itching you all night. "No! You and I are dressing as baseball players tomorrow."

He swallowed hard, running his fingers along your lower back. "But you're keeping this, right?"

"Mmhmm, I'm keeping it, Roo."

"Good," he said, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you to the bedroom. "And now I'm ready for my third wish."

You smirked up at him as he set you down on your feet next to the bed. "What'll it be, Prince Charming?"

But he just looked at your face, leaning down to kiss you one time. You felt his fingers trail up along both of your arms, but you couldn't look away from his intense brown eyes. He had one large hand at the back of your neck while he stroked your lips softly with his other thumb. 

His words were soft and sincere. "Baby Girl. I wish you would stay with me forever." Then he kissed you with such love and care, you never wanted to leave his embrace.

You reached up to wrap your arms around his neck and whispered next to his ear, "Wish granted."

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Get ready for another deployment up next... Anyone have guesses about the wedding?

PART 15

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Homecoming

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x F!Jedi!Reader   Summary: Although you're skilled in the ways of the Force and use that to your advantage in your medbay job, you always thought Luke Skywalker would be the one rescuing you, not the other way around. Warnings: reader gets shot with a blaster in the arm and leg, but injuries are not described in detail. Canon-typical violence. Reader has been separated from their family at age 10, but kept what exactly happened to them vague for self insert purposes. A/N:  "Remnants" is a series of one shots in no particular order about the budding relationship between you and Luke as he trains you in the ways of the Force. Remnants!Reader and Luke's first meeting. This is my first fic in a while and my first time writing action, so please bear with me! Hoping to get back into writing more frequently now. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated and my Remnants masterlist can be found linked in my pinned post on my blog! Enjoy!

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“Careful,” you said as you helped yet another rebel soldier onto the transport heading back to Home One, where you were typically stationed in medbay. But today, someone needed to be on the ground to give first aid to any critically wounded soldiers so they could survive the trip back to base—and that someone had been you. Not out of any obligation. But something felt like it had been pulling you to the dusty plains on-planet, and you were never one to refuse a call from the Force. 

A nearby explosion made you jump as the soldier ducked into the small ship. The pilot leaned out the door to shout over the racket, “You coming back as well?”

“I—” There it was again: the pull from this morning. The world stilled as you instinctively let yourself sink further into the Force. Time slowed and you were aware of all the souls on the battlefield, felt their fear, helplessness, rage, as particles of dirt and dust flew everywhere. They seemed to whiz by in slow motion so that you could see every facet of the tiny pieces of debris and in the middle of all the chaos, one particularly powerful presence about to knock on death’s door. They were close and felt different from the others—easier to grasp and hold onto. You’d felt this presence at rebel functions and on Home One before, and just like every time before, it somehow reached back until you were intertwined inexplicably before everything suddenly snapped back. 

“Um, hello?” the pilot waved his hand in front of your face. “You coming back or not?”

You blinked. “Sorry. No, I’m staying here.”

“This may be the last transport for a while.”

You felt the presence reach out to you again like a soft hand smoothing over your shoulder and shook your head. “No, I’m staying.”

Another boom and several screams echoed in the distance as he shrugged. “Your funeral.”

You barely waited for the ship’s door to close before tightening the strap of your medical bag and sprinting towards the source of the connection, trying to keep it as steady as possible through the Force. Of course, the one day you left your grandfather’s old lightsaber in your quarters was the day you might need it. Typically, it came with you everywhere, but it was left behind in your rush to play field doctor. Your parents had taught you what they knew of the Force before you’d been separated from them at age 10 and your savior and adoptive father, an old clone that had somehow escaped conversion during the Purge and joined the rebellion named Rex, took over your combat training. 

You weaved between the alleyways of abandoned stone houses in pursuit of your goal, hiding behind fallen objects and receiving cover from your comrades as Stormtroopers continued their assault. Although the emperor and Darth Vader were dead and the empire was fractured, small remnants remained here and there, trying to reorganize and reclaim power through their moffs’ and superior officers’ orders. 

A blaster shot grazed past your shoulder enough to tear through your jacket. You hissed through your teeth, but otherwise ignored it. The feeling of the presence reaching out through the Force, like a soft hand on your shoulder, came again. The touch was just as gentle, but came with a new sense of urgency, and you quickened your pace as the sounds of battle continued to ring around you. 

The presence grew in strength as you reached the end of the maze the neighborhood created. Just as you began to slow your pace so as not to run straight into a crossfire, a Stormtrooper jumped out from behind a nearby dumpster and pulled you down with him. You both writhed on the ground as he wrapped an arm around your neck and his legs around yours, boxing you in. You began rocking your body violently in an attempt to free yourself, managing to free an arm in just enough time to move his blaster away from your neck. He fired just as you moved, getting you at close range right in the calf. You cried out in pain, taking a deep breath before bringing your head forward, then whipping it back as hard as you could.

You winced as the trooper cried out, but didn’t indulge the pounding in your head as his arms fell to his sides. You stood, grabbing his blaster out of his hand and bringing the butt down hard on his helmet. He grunted before going limp. You nudged his foot with yours and when he didn’t move, held tight to the blaster and crouched by the opening to the plain ahead. 

Several crashed ships, dumpsters, and debris were scattered over the dirt with a large circle of Stormtroopers and Darktroopers nearby. The presence felt so close that you knew your quarry was in trouble in the middle of it. But this was away from the main fight, and the only other rebels that had been here before were all either unconscious or dead on the ground. 

A mechanical beeping nearby caught your attention and you looked just in time to see a Darktrooper round a fallen x-wing. You barely scrambled inside the lid of an overturned dumpster before it began shooting at you. You heard it thunk closer and held your blaster close to your chest. Another softer, more timid set of beeps and whistles sounded just in front of you. You jumped, pointing your blaster toward the sound only to find a little blue astromech wobbling on its legs in front of you. 

You breathed a sigh of relief as the Darktrooper continued to descend. You could feel the shots of its blaster shaking the dumpster and leaving searing holes you did your best to avoid. Turning to the astromech, you whispered, “You go around back and electrocute him while I distract him?”

The droid chirped before whizzing out of the dumpster, hugging the side closely. The Darktrooper was close enough now that you could hear the whirring of its ankle joints. You took a deep breath through your nose and blew it slowly out your mouth before squaring your shoulders and whipping around the corner, blaster at the ready. 

The imperial droid was barely inches from you as you raised your blaster toward its head. Before it could adjust its aim to shoot you, blue electricity engulfed its frame and it twitched and shook. You scampered back several steps as its head spun in circles, watching it fall to the ground with a solid thud to reveal the astromech. It chirped and beeped cheerfully before wiggling back and forth. 

You gave it a small smile and pat on the head. “Good work, buddy—whoa, hey.” A small claw shot out of the droid’s side and grabbed onto your jacket, slowly pulling you towards the x-wing and closer to the circle of imperials. 

“Is your master in that circle?”

The droid wiggled his body in what could’ve been a nod, but a Stormtrooper turned to face you before you could reach cover. “Hey! Over there!”

You cursed before diving behind the x-wing as the droid squealed in terror and sped after you. The ship provided decent cover for the moment as blaster shots rained down on you (and some even went far past you; typical Stormtroopers, but you weren’t complaining). 

“How are we gonna get out of this one?” you grumbled before peering around the x-wing. 

You groaned and pulled back as something small caught the sun's light and blinded you. You risked another look and saw a small, silver cylinder only a few feet away from you in the dirt: a lightsaber. You frowned. It certainly wasn’t yours. And the only other person you knew of in the rebellion who owned a lightsaber was—

Oh. Oh. Now you definitely had to save him. 

You turned to the droid beside you. “So that makes you R2?”

The astromech whirred excitedly and if the situation wasn’t so dire, you would’ve laughed at how it seemed proud and excited to be recognized. 

You glanced at the lightsaber on the ground again and saw half of the imperials coming towards you while the other half stayed closely huddled around a figure clad in black. Two Darktroopers kept a firm grip on his arms, twisting them behind his back before forcing him to his knees. You made eye contact and felt him reach for you again through the Force, this time with an urgent, unspoken plea to run while you still could. 

Closing your eyes, you tuned out R2’s urgent whistles to sink into the calming nature of the Force. You could feel the man’s presence even more clearly now and felt his fear—not for himself, but for you. Not just surprise, but a sort of awe and relief rolled through him in waves at finding someone who he could not only reach for, but who could reach back. You sensed he’d lived his whole life as if he was invisible in the Force and could watch the goings on, but never join. It was like constantly waving at passersby and having all hope squashed of someone ever waving back—until now. He seemed so elated to find someone like him that you were sure it affected his ability to withhold these strong feelings from your connection. You hadn’t even been properly introduced, but he was already cherishing your connection—and fearing whether you would survive long enough to be introduced. 

Focus. You honed in on the world around you and time again seemed to slow to a crawl. You locked all your concentration on the weapon in front of you, feeling the Dark and Stormtroopers’ feet move ever closer until they were only a few steps away from what might be your only saving grace. Grab the lightsaber! you thought you heard one shout. 

You remembered the Jedi phrase your parents taught you. “I am one with the Force and the Force is with me.” Taking one final deep breath, you let your hand leave the cover of the x-wing to reach towards Luke Skywalker’s weapon. 

R2 let out a started beep as the lightsaber zipped into your hand and you ignited the green blade. You took a split second to admire the detail on the hilt before slinging the blaster’s strap over your arm and stepping out into the fray. 

You easily batted the blaster fire away—just as you’d practiced for years with Rex and your grandfather’s lightsaber. Several of the shots successfully deflected into the troopers, sending them sprawling on the ground. R2 carefully zipped around the battlefield and incapacitated as many Darktroopers as possible, leaving you a clear shot to Luke. 

You slung the blaster off your shoulder and threw it as hard as you could, using the Force to guide the weapon onward. Dust that had kicked up from the fight made it hard to see, but you could sense precisely where everything was through the Force and used it as your guide. You slingshot the gun into the heads of the Darktroopers who were holding Luke hard enough to make them stumble and let go. He took his opportunity and grabbed the gun from where it fell as you continued to deflect fire and cut through armor and mechanics alike. 

Although you’d gotten plenty of Force training from your parents, which you’d continued via your grandfather’s journal after you’d been separated, and combat training from Rex, you’d never been in the thick of battle like this before. At least not fighting. You had shot and killed several Stormtroopers before, but always from a distance. Never like this—never close enough to hear their hiss of breath as they fell or the mechanical whirring of a Darktrooper malfunctioning. It was anxiety, relief, and guilt all at once, as well as anger toward the people who had made this conflict necessary in the first place. 

Again, you felt a cooling, calming presence wash over you, reminding you that everything would be all right, and you reached back just as gently, even as you both saw to the enemy. The green saber in your hands slashed through the closest Darktrooper, cleaving it straight in two before a low, mechanical growl sounded behind you. You spun, unsure if you could raise your defense in time, but a sudden blaster shot clean through the head rendered it useless. You stepped out of the way as it crashed to the ground. 

You urgently looked around, adrenaline pumping wildly, before realizing the only sound you could hear nearby was your own heavy breathing. All the troopers lay scattered on the ground around you with no more in sight who could pose a threat. You sheathed the saber’s blade, taking comfort in the soft whoosh it made, before closing your eyes and focusing on your breathing. In the sudden silence, a steady wind whistled across the plain. By force of habit, you reached out to check that Rex was safe and finally let yourself fully relax when you sensed that he was. 

The familiar presence reached out to you again, this time from just in front of you. Although this battle wasn’t the first time you’d sensed it, you’d never had a chance to feel just how strong and solid it was. It was light like air, but somehow also steady and unwavering, with a twinge of darkness but a steadfast choice not to give into it. Even though you’d just now really met, it had the comforting sense of coming home to an old friend and it was hard not to already feel a level of affection for him because of it. You could feel his affection and curiosity flowing back to you in equal measure. It made you almost afraid to open your eyes in case this homecoming within the Force was all a dream and would melt away. 

A warm, rough surface brushing against the back of your hand forced you to finally look. The hero of the rebellion stood in front of you, his fingers gently brushing the hand still holding his lightsaber. His eyes were even more blue than the sky above you, but somehow the icy color still held a warmth and concern unlike any you’d ever seen. He made himself so open and after all the stories about what he’d lost and how many imperials he killed, it was shocking in a way that made you want to protect him at all costs. His face, although worn and scarred, held so much depth and kindness and you wondered what kind of hell he’d gone through to come through war with so much love to give still—and you could sense exactly how much he still had in him through your bond, and how excited he was to maybe share some of that with the first Force-sensitive person his age. There was a weight to him, but it somehow felt settled, as if he’d accepted himself as he was and the heaviness as just another part of him. His signature held a bittersweet taste: half melancholy, half hope for a better future. 

It didn’t help your gawking that he was strikingly handsome—strong jaw with a jacket and pants that fit him like a glove and showed off his toned physique. Not to mention the actual glove on his right hand and the fact that he’d made sure to touch you with the uncovered one for skin-to-skin contact. The wind brushed his brown hair over his forehead and you couldn’t help but notice how tan his skin was and how calloused his hands were. You thought you remembered whisperings of the rebellion’s Boy Wonder who blew up the Death Star starting out as a clueless moisture farmer from Tatooine, but got too lost in the planes of his face to focus. 

“Are you all right?” he asked softly, his hand still gently brushing yours and pulling you back to the present. 

“Yeah,” you breathed out, surprised to sense him having a similar struggle through the Force. “Here’s your lightsaber back.”

He took it from your hand, letting his fingers linger against yours for what felt like a deliberately long moment before reattaching it to his belt. “Thank you for the help.”

“You seemed like you could use a rescue.”

He smiled and you had to remind yourself to breathe at the sight. “Yes, I got a bit caught off guard with the sheer number of them.”

R2 suddenly whirred and rolled over to stand by his master’s side, beeping excitedly. You both chuckled at his antics as Luke put a comforting hand on his dome. “I’m Luke—”

“Skywalker,” you finished. “I know.”

You regretted saying anything as he gave a stilted nod, suddenly bashful and very interested in his shoes. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s all right.” He met your eyes again and gave you a small smile. “You work in medbay, right? You’re Y/N?”

You tried your best to hide your elation that Luke Skywalker knew who you were, but he undoubtedly picked up on it through the Force. “Yeah, I was on field doctor duty today, but…felt you and that you needed help.”

“I felt you too…” he paused, seeming unsure, before continuing. “I think I’ve felt you several times throughout the war, actually, but could never put a finger on exactly what I was feeling. I guess I never realized another Force-sensitive would feel different to me than someone who isn’t—minus my masters, of course.” He hesitated again. “It…feels good to find someone else who knows the ways of the Force.”

Now it was your turn to inspect your shoes bashfully. “Yeah, it does for me, too.” As you felt the last of the adrenaline leave your body and your eyes landed on the blaster wound on your leg, pain suddenly came pounding to the surface, as did the graze on your shoulder. You weren’t sure how you’d managed to fight as well as you did with injuries, but adrenaline could be a funny thing. The burning, however, was not so funny. 

“Are you hurt?” Luke asked, closing the distance between you and gently touching your intact shoulder. You could feel fear stab through to color his Force signature as he frowned, following your eyes to your leg and wincing. 

“I’m all right—”

“Anywhere else?”

You sighed, somehow knowing you’d be unable to lie to him. “A shot grazed my arm, but I’m okay—”

“Here, um—” He paused as he looked around. “Where’s somewhere you can sit…”

R2 tittered as he dragged an overturned wooden crate over with his retractable claw. 

“Thanks, buddy,” you said as you flopped down harder than you meant to, moving your medical bag to sit on the ground next to you. You opened the flap and began to dig, but Luke’s hands, which dwarfed your own, stopped you.

“Please, let me—unless you’d prefer to do it?” 

His blue eyes were pleading as he stared up from where he’d crouched in front of you, leaving you unsure how anyone could say no to him. “Um, no, if you want to…” You gestured awkwardly to your bag. “Do you need me to talk you through it?”

He chuckled. “Oh no, I’ve had to do this for myself many times—I mean, you work in medbay though, so of course, if you’d prefer—”

“Um, no, you can go ahead.”

“You are the expert, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

You both stared awkwardly at each other for a moment before laughing and quickly looking elsewhere. As he dug through your supplies, you could see a slight pink tinting his cheeks, filing the image away deep in your mind. The fact that you, of all people, had made him blush felt like something to be proud of. 

As he cleaned and bandaged your leg and arm (you didn’t think it warranted a bandage, but he insisted), you told each other of your upbringings, stories from your time in the rebellion, and even sat there for several minutes after the dressings were completed to talk about hobbies and music preferences before your wrist comm beeped. 

“All right there, soldier?” Rex’s voice floated through the speakers. 

“Yeah,” you answered back. “Minor injuries, but I’m fine. I’m with Commander Skywalker and R2-D2.”

“Skywalker?” Rex asked, his voice cracking slightly. 

“Y-yeah?” You frowned at Luke, but he simply shrugged, looking just as confused. 

Rex cleared his throat. “Ah, well, good. The final transport just landed for stragglers. Can you make it here, or need us to come pick you up?”

“I think I’m good to walk.”

Luke gave you a look and although you realized you were looking at your superior, you couldn’t help pulling a face, using your forefinger to pull the tip of your nose up to show him just what you thought of that. He snorted and seemed surprised by the sound that came out of his own mouth, turning his head to smother his laugh as Rex gave you the coordinates. 

“We should be there in 10-15 minutes tops.”

“Copy that, kiddo. See you soon.”

R2 twittered next to you. 

Luke chuckled. “He says you can ride him back to the ship if you want.”

You smiled, but shook your head. “It’s not too bad. I’ll be fine, but thanks, R2.”

Luke helped you stand, keeping his hands on your upper arms to steady you.

You swallowed nervously. “I know you technically are a commander, so sorry if any of that,” you gestured vaguely towards where you’d been sitting, “was, um, out of line or anything.”

Luke’s face fell and he shook his head, rubbing your arms gently. “No, no, please. We’re Jedi. We have to stick together. There’s no rank here.”

“Well, I mean, I’m not technically a Jedi.”

“I could teach you if you’d like. It seems like you have some to teach me as well.”

You smiled and nodded. “I’d like that.”

He sighed in relief, as if he thought you might refuse. “Promise you’ll lean on me if your leg gets to be too much on the way back?”

You nodded, hoping you didn’t appear too smitten as he stayed close and kept a hand on the small of your back the entire walk back to the ship.

[flufallo]

I can't stop making these now

Niko: Do you mean best friend, boyfriend or bread feast? Because you’re being really vague here.

Crystal : I want a bf.

Crystal : Legend says that when you can’t sleep, it means you’re awake in someone else’s dreams.

Crystal : When I find out who you are, I’m going to punch you in the face.

Cat king: Hello friends!

The Squad:

Cat king: You might be wondering why I’m taped to the ceiling

Crystal : If I had a face like yours, I'd put it on a wall and throw a brick at it

Edwin: If I had a face like YOURS, I'd put it on a brick and throw a wall at it.

Cat king: I did it! I memorized everything in the book! I'm gonna ace this test!

Esther: Ok, Cat king, I'll give you one more question before you go. What ended in 1916?

Cat king: edwin

Esther: ...You're ready.

(I edited this one obvs)

Cat king, when Charles walks in: Oh, hey, I'm just making pizza.

Cat king: *accidentally smacks Edwin in the face with the baking sheet*

Cat king: Never gonna make you cry!

Monty: Never gonna say goodbye!

Cat king: Never gonna tell a lie—

Crystal : I will hurt you.

Edwin: You spent all our money on THIS??

Charles, putting tiny raincoats on ducklings: They live outside. They need this.

Edwin: Hey, about that love letter you sent me-

Cat king: *blushes* What are your thoughts?

Edwin: The fourth sentence-

Cat king: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I-

Edwin: It’s “you’re” not “your”.

Bailiff: Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?

Crystal : No.

Niko: Nice rock.

Charles: Thanks, Jenny gave it to me.

Jenny: I threw it at you!

Charles: Aren't they the sweetest?

Monty: How did none of you hear what I just said?!

Charles: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Jenny: I got distracted halfway through.

Crystal : Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Cat king: As your best friend—

Edwin: Charles is my best friend.

Cat king, holding a knife: As your best friend—

Cat king: *watching their house burn down*

Cat king:

Cat king: *starts filming* Waddup, guys, welcome to my vlog, today's topic: how to get away with accidentally committing arson because you forgot Spaghetti O's cans are metal and thus non-microwavable! Step one: deny everything.

Charles: Well, I'm very sorry to hear about your mother.

Monty: Mmm, we aren't really that close.

Charles: Oh, good.

Monty: What did you get Niko for their birthday?

Charles: I got them a kitten.

Monty: Really? Me too!

Crystal : I also got them a cat.

Edwin: Looks like we had the same idea.

Charles: Cat king, please tell me you didn't get Niko a cat as well!

Cat king: ...what do you think?

*later*

Niko, in their apartment surrounded by cats and kittens: This is the best birthday ever!

Edwin, setting down a card: Ace of spades.

Crystal, pulling out an Uno card: +4.

Charles, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you!

Niko, trembling: What are we playing?!

Edwin: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Monty: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Edwin: But you’re always acting stupid?

Monty: ...

Monty: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

Niko: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.

Crystal : But are you shuffling?

Niko: Everyday.

Edwin: What language are you two speaking??

Cat king, holding a toy lightsaber: I’m Darth Vader!

Edwin: I’m done with everyone’s bullshit.

Monty: Niko, what are you doing?

Niko: *shaking a cat shaped piggy bank* I’m just trying to figure out how much change I have inside.

Monty: You could always take it out and count it.

Niko: Where’s the fun in that?

Cat king: Hey.

Edwin: Hey?

Cat king: I can't sleep. :/

Edwin: I can. Goodnight.

Niko: I can’t believe my birth certificate says F...

Niko: ...How did I fail being born?

Niko: The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable... ...and also assault with a deadly weapon.

Charles: Edwin, I got suspended from school…

Edwin: WHAT?!?! What did you do?

Charles: My teacher pointed at me with a ruler, and he said “there is an idiot at the end of this ruler”.

Edwin: And…?

Charles: I asked which end…

Edwin, unable to contain their laughter: Okay, you just made my day.

Charles, working at McDonald's: Sorry sir, we don't serve a McFuck here, so either you throw that one slice of pickle out or we're gonna have a McProblem.

Crystal : *trying to get five seconds of sleep*

Charles, poking Crystal ’s arm: Crystal Crystal . Crystal . Crystal .

Crystal : WHAT?

Charles: …We’re out of Capri Suns—

Edwin, to Charles: You're starting to forget your Spanish. You don't practice.

Charles: Lo siento. Estoy embarazada.

Edwin: You just told me you're pregnant.

Niko : Congratulations Charles, you're glowing!

Cat king: I just ended a five year relationship.

Niko: Oh no, are you okay?

Cat king: It's okay, it wasn't mine.

Niko : I was voted “friendliest classmate” in high school.

Charles: I was voted “most likely to become a clown”…

Cat king : You think that’s bad? HA! I was voted “most likely to get rabies”!

Edwin, playing a video game: How do I play?

*Edwin has drawn first blood!*

*Edwin is on a killing spree!*

*Edwin is on a rampage!*

*Edwin is unstoppable!*

*Edwin is dominating!*

*Edwin is godlike!*

Edwin: Don’t worry guys, I figured it out.

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: "The Mystery of Chopper Base"

Spiders. Why did it have to be spiders.

So first off, it's hilarious and adorable that they named it "Chopper Base". Did Chopper claim dibs on the name since he's the one who found it or did they name it after him to be all, "Okay, yeah, you did really good this time." as a nice little way to honor him?

*chants* At-ol-lon, At-ol-lon, At-ol-lon, At-ol-lon. :D

Ahhh haven't heard the mellow variation of the Main Titles theme in a while.

Actually I think this is the same cue that opened "Path of the Jedi" I recognize these little string ditties.

Kanan and Ezra have been sparring in the cargo hold for hours, it's implied, and Sabine has been watching. You can already hear from the modified buzzing that the sabers are in training mode, and Kanan is performing a lot of basic strikes, reminding Ezra of the fundamentals maybe?

In light of his internal decision in "Shroud of Darkness" Kanan has apparently resolved to cram in as much last-minute lightsaber practice as possible before they have to go off and possibly confront Vader and the Inquisitors. He's pushing Ezra a little bit hard, and you can hear Ezra's frustration.

Something interesting I notice during this sparring session is that Kanan seems to be particularly focusing on getting Ezra to get out of situations where he's pinned against a wall.

HOO BOY all the little tiny things that wound up being horrible portents of things to come this episode.

"You win by surviving." Kanan already trying to correct Ezra in a "how we choose to fight" fashion.

Ezra's particularly snippy after all that, normally Sabine complimenting him would make him beam and try to say something cute or clever back but here he's just huffy and irritated.

"But since when are you my enemy?" *CRIES IN SIX MONTH GAP BETWEEN SEASON 2 AND SEASON 3 FEELS*

Hera's expression turns somber and downcast (which Sabine notices) riiiiight in time for us to have a fanfareless titlecard.

A very broken-down variation of the "Shenanigans" cue, with precise military-drum percussion accompanying it.

Hera unamused by Kanan's "excited face" lolol.

"So I can expect them to be late all the time then." Lol, yep, sorry AP, you picked a very disorganized scrappy band of underdogs.

Ha ha spoke too soon, Rex. Spoke too soon.

I feel so bad for Dicer, she didn't deserve to be spider chow. :(

Some clever foreshadowing with the dokma crouching under the sensor though.

"Everything you need." "...Except you and Ezra." :((((( Ugh the way Kanan and Hera's thread this episode feels vaguely like a messy divorce/separation in places.

Just because Hera understands and accepts that Kanan and Ezra have to leave to keep the rest of the base safe doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, doesn't make her any less worried and anxious.

Lol Chopper running straight into Ezra while chasing the dokma that got in.

Ah frick this scene.

This whole episode has this melancholy feel of the calm before the storm. Building up an anticipation of major narrative shake-ups, giving us a breather before things get really crazy.

"The deep breath before the plunge", as it were, since I know the nerds working on this show adore the Lord of the Rings films.

It permeates the whole story, infused in every small sad expression, every innocuous line of dialogue that hurts so much more afterwards.

Catch me crying forever about Ezra and Zeb's friendship and how close they've gotten and how sweet it is.

ALSO PLEASE DON'T THINK ABOUT ZEB THINKING BACK TO THIS MOMENT AFTER THE FINALE HAPPENS, WISHING AND HOPING FOR THE DAY WHEN HE CAN KEEP HIS PROMISE TO SWAP WAR STORIES WITH EZRA AND MISSING HIS LITTLE BROTHER TERRIBLY.

Ahhh I see we brought back the Fyrnock cue, once again signaling something dangerous and hungry lurking in the dark.

NOOOOOOOOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE. I DO NOT LIKE THE KRYKNA I DO NOT LIKE THEM.

"Aim for the eyes." Right and it turns out to be actually very hard to hit the eyes so that helps only slightly.

Cheeky Ezra with his lightsaber flashlight lol.

"We've got to get used to not having them around." :((((( No one knew at the time how long Kanan and Ezra were going to be separated from the rest so this hit a lot sadder back then. Still ouch tho.

Sabine so worried about Hera. :(

HA HA LOOK AT THIS BOY HE SEES A STRANGE NEW DANGEROUS CREATURE AND HIS EYES JUST LIGHT UP ALL, "I WILL MAKE IT MY FRIEND! :D"

He's so excited to try and connect with it aww.

Hints to the strained tension between Kanan and Ezra, they immediately fall to bickering once the threat is dealt with.

I... don't even wanna think about what they were going to use Rex for, probably storing him for food after they ate Dicer.

People complained about the fact that shots kept missing the eyes but I appreciate this little bit of realism about shot accuracy. Even trained marksmen will have trouble with a small moving target like that, they won't always hit the eyes every single time first try.

Lightsabers be more effective. :)

See, this is what I'm talking about, Zeb has great clustering, but the eyes are a four-inch round bullet hole on a moving hungry target with long legs.

Ezra's nervous little, "Well, we're safe in here, right?" and Hera's inability to confirm it.

These things even shrug off turret blasts ghgshkjh.

AND Hera's trick with the electrified hull that worked on the Fyrnocks.

The tense situation is fraying Ezra's already raw nerves. Love Sabine rolling her eyes all, "Okay chill for a minute drama queen."

"What am I doing on the ramp?"

Lol Ezra's idea is "Hurl girlfriend at problem to make it go away."

That panic in Kanan and Ezra's faces when they think they've flung her too far. <3

Badass family shot.

Sabine glancing from Hera to Kanan all, "Soooooo either of you gonna talk about the issues? No?"

Sabine sounds so sad here. :(

That palm to her forehead all, "My gosh this idiot." There's this hurt in her eyes and voice when tells Kanan, "[...]you're still walking out... and taking Ezra with you." A very loaded phrase and an interesting one. Sabine's choice of words here, "walking out" feels like a bit of a call forward to her backstory reveal, and also possibly more how she feels about the situation, rather than Hera.

Mayhap there be a niggling negative voice in her head that's saying, You're abandoning me and you're taking away my best friend too.

"We're gonna be okay" wow the layers in that one. We as in him and Hera, relationship-wise, we as in him and Ezra, physical safety-wise.

*SOBS OVER THIS EMBRACE AND "WE'LL SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN, I PROMISE."*

Frick they really know how to pull the Harsher In Hindsight on us.

Ezra still trying to connect with the krykna. :(((( That was the one talent he was better at than Kanan, that made Kanan so proud of him just a few episodes ago, and now it doesn't work.

Imperial March sliding into the strings there, as the convor heralds Ahsoka's arrival.

OH.

OH WAIT.

WAIT.

FFFFFFFFFF--WAS THAT DELIBERATE??!!???!

Wide-shot, pan up, Ezra walking towards the camera as the pan drops him out of frame, THAT WAS DELIBERATE WASN'T IT???!!???

ANSWER MEEEEEEE.

Ezra's theme plays haltingly one last time, the last note souring and the ominous Imperial March taking its place.

And boy if my levels of dread had not been sky high before lol.

As I said before, this episode is permeated with a sense of impending change, portents of doom hanging over us. It was very effective at setting the stage for "Twilight of the Apprentice", mentally preparing us for that crowbar piledrive into our kneecaps.

This is NOT filler it is NECESSARY connective tissue between the finale and the rest of the season and I will hear no slander about it.

It's just good writing.

[countrymusiclover]

11 - Shamy Babysitting on Date Night

Part 12

The Texas Tire Family

Tags just ask - @supernaturalgirl30 @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu @patriciaplictisita @liesanddreams

"I don't understand why we can't come with you to dinner like always mommy!" Evelyn grumbled sitting on the couch while I was putting the last of our stuff back in the suit cases. Georgie was in the bathroom putting his belt on in his jeans.

I was wearing a short green dress with a blue jeans jacket. My hair was curled and I was wearing some tenna shoes instead of heels. Sheldon and Amy were coming back tonight from their honeymoon so I asked if they could babysit for us. "Because you're father and I are going out for date night."

"Are you going to have another baby tonight?" Aurora asked, finishing her grilled cheese at the tiny dinner table with her mouth full.

I almost dropped the ear ring I was trying to put in. I blushed , wishing that they didn't think that date night was always about babies. "No, that isn't always the case. For your information the doctor said that I needed to not do that during this pregnancy."

"Alright you two be nice for your uncle Sheldon and aunt Amy. You're mom and I'll be back in a few hours." I heard a set of boots hitting the wooden floor where I smiled eyeing my husband up and down. "Wow Y/n. You're still as sexy as always."

Blushing at his words he walked up tugging me into his chest where my hands rested on his chest. "Georgie stop…not in front of the girls."

"Ewww!" Aurora and Evelyn both grumbled in discgust.

Three knocks on the other side of the door made us break away recognizing Sheldon's voice. "Georgie and Y/n, Georgie and Y/n, Georgie and Y/n." Shaking my head I remembered that he would do it as a child and I was thankful that he did once because one time Georgie and I were just laying underneath the covers of the bed in the garage with no clothes while Connie was watching Aurora. We had a fun time that night and I would have been horrified if he walked in on us.

Turning the door handle open I separated from my husband's embrace smiling at the newlyweds before me. "Hey Sheldon. Amy, how was the honeymoon?"

"Great. Thanks for watching our place." She responded sitting down the suitcases nsat the door.

Sheldon pulled out a notebook and began searching throughout the apartment. We honestly did our best to keep most of his the way it was. He quickly entered the room holding up some of his figures from Star Wars. "Which one of you had Obi-Wan and Darth Vader hugging. They aren't friends!"

"Me uncle Sheldon." Evelyn raised her hand with a weak smile peeking over the couch.

Amy closed the door coming over to sit down at the kitchen table to be across from Aurora. Georgie shrugged on his black jacket holding the door open for me. “We’ll be back thanks again guys.” Intertwining my hand with my husband’s I smiled knowing that we really needed time alone. It wouldn’t be long before I would be in the tough time of my pregnancy. I could already tell this baby was going to be much bigger than the girls were.

Georgie and I actually ended up going to a Mexican place. He pulls out my chair for me sitting across the table. He picked up his menu with the waitress coming over to us. “Can I get you two started on magretia’s or something else to drink?”

“Uh no I’ll just have water.” I replied knowing that I couldn’t because of the baby.

“I’ll have the same and we will split a chicken chalota.” Georgie told her where I sent him a confused look handing her my menu watching her walk away. “Don’t give me that look if ya can’t drink then I’ll do the same.”

Running my fingers through some of my hair that fell in front of my eye I shook my head feeling my heart skip a beat at how sweet his is. No matter how old we got he always was a sweetheart to me. “Georgie you seriously don’t have to do that. I didn’t mean when you had alcohol sometimes with Evelyn.”

“Nah don’t worry about it, Y/n. I promise you it’s no big deal to me.” He waved his hand simply reaching across the table squeezing my hand in his with a smile on his face. For the rest of the evening the date had gone pretty well until his phone started vibrating so he showed me the video call of his brother.

Taking the phone from his hands his brother was completely panicking. “I can’t believe you left me with these two. Penny and Bernadette decided to come over and make cookies with Amy and the girls. Now they are all hyped up on sugar.”

“Sheldon, they will tire themselves out in a few hours.” I responded back seeing Aurora suddenly jump up onto the back of the couch. She then flung her arms around his neck nearly choking him where he both collapsed onto the floor dropping the camera. “Oh lord…Amy help the little sugar creature has me!”

Georgie started hitting his fist on the table chuckling alongside me. Throwing my head back I knew we were probably making a scene by the amount of laughter we we’re sharing with the rest of the resultant but it was so hard not too. “I ate so much candy, Aunt Amy is the best!” At that point Evelyn was running around the room swaying her arms around in the air.

“I would like to apologize Y/n. Penny and Bernadette came over with some stuff to have cupcakes and wine. Don’t worry we didn’t let them get into the alcohol.” Amy picked the phone up from the floor apologizing.

Sheldon shouted back, making her hang up the phone. “Amy, they are insisting we do karaoke. Help!”

The waitress came back with our food and drinks so I put the phone down wondering what the genius would be like as a father. Shoving a bite of food into my mouth I winced feeling something sharply kick inside my stomach. “Argh crap!” Dropping my fork I rested my hands on my stomach feeling a few more things of pain coming.

“Y/n, darlin’. What the hell is wrong. What’s happening?” Georgie shoved his chair back rushing over to me. He puts one hand on my shoulder staring at me with those worried brown eyes.

Clutching my eyes shut for a brief moment I knew this had happened before when I was first pregnant with Aurora. The pregnancy with Evelyn went a lot more normal so I was hoping this one wouldn’t be any trouble. “Urgh…Georgie call an…ambulance…it’s the baby I think…something’s wrong!” He squeezed my hand grabbing his phone frantically trying to dial 911.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[starboundanon]

Any snippets for the deaged! Luke & Vader story?

Ah, the deaged!Luke AU. Not-so-secretly one of my favs. I'm so happy someone's interested in seeing more of it. ♥ Thanks, anon!

"What happened?"

He has only heard the boy's voice a scant handful of times — almost always angry or afraid. While there is certainly fear drenching it now, it sounds nothing like the one he'd so expeditiously committed to memory. Warmth has given way to softness, the pitch high and sweet.

If Luke was unfamiliar before, he's a stranger to him now.

Only when he tears his gaze away from his hands does he realize his son wasn't speaking to him. In all likelihood, at least. He sits across the dais, turned away from him, tiny palms pressed flat to hewn rock. Thin arms tremble to hold up a body that seems impossibly small. Even in profile, Luke's eyes are frightfully wide, staring at the uneven ground between his hands, as if it might hold the answers to his questions. "What happened?"

"I do not know," Vader confesses. His own voice nearly startles him — nearly. Unlike his son's, the sound of it is uncomfortably familiar. He curses the paltry part of himself that yearns, briefly, for his helmet and its vocoder, then slowly stands on unsteady feet; bone and flesh and quivering muscle. "I warned you that the power of a vergence was not to be taken lightly."

The boy does not reply, nor even seem to have heard him. Vader stalks along the perimeter of the dark pond that separates him from his son, orienting himself with the peculiar gait of his restored limbs. Though his previous body was nearly a foot taller than his current one, he feels gigantic. Larger than life.

Whole.

Luke seems completely oblivious to him, until his shadow falls over the boy's kneeling form, plunging it into darkness. Then, for the first time since the Force propelled them into this conundrum, his son freezes and lifts his head, up up up the length of Vader's lanky body, blue gaze magnetizing to his own.

It's a face he's never seen before, but Vader would know it anywhere. The squared jaw is rounder, sharp edges softened with baby fat. His hair is lighter, a shaggy mop of blond curls that would have mirrored his own, once upon a time. Her nose and mouth blend seamlessly with features he provided; the wide brow, now less pronounced, the bright shade of blue eyes that tip closer to green than grey. It's the face he's spent hours memorizing from blurred holos and artists' renditions, but gentler, less brawny. Smaller than he has ever imagined it would've been, even in his most foolish dreams.

Vader holds out his hand, palm up, inviting. The air is cold, biting a chill into his skin, but it's a remarkable feeling. "Come with me."

He waits, but Luke doesn't reach up to take his hand. It occurs to him, belatedly, that the boy is so small — unless one of them stands or the other kneels, there is no way he could reach his father's outstretched palm from the floor.

Sinking to his knees is a muscle memory his body will never forget, before or after Mustafar. He kneels gingerly, expecting pain, but none comes. The tiled stones are unforgiving, but his legs do not protest the movement, his spine unbothered by his posture, his lungs seemingly unaware of the sudden change in pressure. To crouch like this has been agony for over two decades, but as he kneels before his son, the only thing Vader feels is trepidation.

"Son," he says again, unconcerned with the gentle lilt to his voice now, though perhaps he shouldn't be. "Come with me."

He reaches for the boy again, so close, he could take Luke into his arms without moving a muscle.

But he doesn't. Because in a flash of blue light — impressively fast for a child so small — the glowing blade of a familiar lightsaber is pointed toward his neck, keeping him at arm's length.

"Get," Luke says, vitriol dripping between rows of baby teeth, "back."

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals: ACA Top 10 Disney Villains

Aka the medley/top 10 video that probably has the most songs covered by Voiceplay in other videos (whether partial or in full) (and though I won't talk about vocals or arrangement, I will point out each one as we go along). (And yes I'm skipping over most if not all of the Partwork videos)

It's another Aca Top 10 video (released in March 2019 btw), and so it's another round of themed shirts! Geoff is wearing a very cool Scar shirt, Layne is wearing a Dr Facilier shirt, J is wearing a Claude Frollo shirt, Earl is wearing a Hades shirt, and Eli... is wearing a Darth Vader shirt (in the style of Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man, it seems). Like I know Lucasfilm was acquired by Disney in 2012, but seriously Eli, c'mon man! 😂

Starting off with Friends On The Other Side with J on lead vocals, which of course J did as a full-length cover with Voiceplay in 2021, his first "guest vocalist feature" since leaving the group 5 months earlier to go join the US Navy Band (and I'm very much looking forward to eventually doing a post for that video, let me tell you!)

Earl and J fooling around during the Trust In Me section 😄

"Close your eyesssss" (why would I close my eyes when I could just stare at Geoff instead?)

"miaow!"

The teeny tiny cat is I think the cat from Pinocchio? Figaro I believe?

Geoff and Layne have been best friends since middle school, roughly 30 years ago (same with Earl), and it shows 😄 (Friendship Goals honestly)

Unintentional funny pause moment! 😂

While we're here, time for another hair study!

My sketch really doesn't do it justice, but Geoff's hair in this one has a bit of a "lions mane" quality to it imo (which is fitting given the shirt he's wearing)

We're now onto Oogie Boogie's song, with Geoff on lead vocals, and of course I don't actually have to say it, we all know it. but Voiceplay did a full-length cover of it (again with Geoff on lead) 7 months after this video, as their Halloween release for the year!

Love Geoff's facial expressions on "and if you aren't shaking"

Eli Eyebrow Raise!

Now we're onto Cruella De Vil, which VP did a full-length cover of back in 2015 for a promotional collaboration thing with Disney! (Not on Voiceplay's channel though)

Gaston next, which Voiceplay did as part of their Beauty And The Beast medley on their 2012 Once Upon An Ever After album

"As a specimen, yes I'm intimidating," ('intimidating' isn't the word I would use...)

And yes I see Layne's wrist tattoo that I first noticed in the This Is Halloween video! (Also a little jealous of Layne getting to touch Geoff's hair)

"Gimme that hurrah!"

Eli and J doing a mini floss, and Earl holding a chapstick? 😂😅

Number 3 is Hellfire, which, as I'm sure you know, Voiceplay finally did a full-length cover of, 4 and a half years later, in October 2023, again with Geoff on lead vocals just like here, and well, I'm gonna save my thoughts for when I eventually make a full post about it because oh my god

(Also love J pointing to his shirt like he did in the 80s Cartoons video 😄)

Immediately followed by Poor Unfortunate Souls, with Earl on lead. Earl had left the group by the time Voiceplay revisited the song for their Little Mermaid Medley in 2020, but we were treated (and I mean treated) to an amazing "Geoffsula" performance instead! (Another one I'm very excited to get to)

And finally we have Be Prepared, another one that was in a medley on Voiceplay's Once Upon An Ever After album (Geoff took lead for that one, but he can definitely go much lower now than he used to be able to)

Final frame!

So basically there were only 3 songs in this that Voiceplay hadn't already done previously or revisited at some point later: Mother Knows Best, We Are Siamese, and Trust In Me (hey Geoff if you ever wanna make a cover of Trust In Me on your channel, like even just as a short... 👉👈)

I'll be skipping over a few more videos from here, but the next video I talk about will be very fun!

[anavatazes]

I need a palette cleanser

This is my soul dog, Vader, with my youngest in my mother-in-law's backyard. Vader meant the world to me, loved each and every one of my children, and he and my mother-in-law were thick as thieves. I didn't exist if Grandma was around... damn traitor, LOL. I miss him horribly, but when things get rough, like today, I look fondly on days like that one. We'd just arrived for a visit in Charleston, staying at Grandma and Popeye's, Grandma and Vader still very much alive and ready to walk the kids up to the pool. Vader would keep a close eye on the older kids but would stay next to the youngest. As you can see, she was still teeny tiny. Mara does this now, especially when the grandkids are around. Love my pack-oriented pups.

I try to save the weekends for family stuff and catch up on house stuff I couldn't get to during the week. Even when pickings are slim during the work year. I get the bulk of my money from tax season (January-May), and the majority of my clients are really sweet and kind people, that I love seeing each year. Then I get the ones that test my will to hold back my patience. I do not have any to begin with. None. You are not a child, you are not new to learning X, Y, and Z, and you are not an animal. FUCK off and leave me alone if you are going to try me. This one is a new client, and I am not going to take them back. They went behind my back to other agents to verify, that what I had shown them on the IRS' website, was true. Just because this year they made more money than they did last year and are not getting back as much as they think they should. Not going into any more details, as it is a breach of contract, but fuck... Dude, I went to school for 4 years, I do my care of duty and due diligence every year, and I stay in touch with multiple CPAs, CPEs, IRS agents, and so forth, to make sure I know what the fuck I am doing. I don't mess with huge dollar amounts, but it's still people's money, and I am not going to fuck around with it. Business insurance only gets you so far. And there is my own personal Jiminy Cricket to contend with. Yeah, no.

Anyway, be nice to your tax preparer, whatever their title may be. And if you can't, go do your taxes yourself. And have fun with that if you have a lot of complicated bullshit to deal with.

[phoenixyfriend]

Time Travel ft. Leia and Vader

(Helped by @atagotiak)

I was reading a bunch of different time travel fics, and my brain slotted in that one "Vader hands over the Empire to Leia and is now her most devoted sycophant" dynamic and mixed it with the "Luke and Vader time-travel and Vader does the right thing but only because it would make Luke sad if he didn't."

I landed on "Leia time travels to prequels era, but her least favorite family member has also traveled with her, though it takes him a few months to find her because he has less resources without the entire Imperial Navy, but he's still a scary Sith in all black with a breathing mask and intimidating cape."

"Tiny angry lady who wants to force democracy and her giant Sith father whom she hates but has resigned herself to pointing at threats like a tank who inexplicably loves her" is a delightful dynamic.

The first few months included a lot of concern about "why do you know so much about Sith if you're not trained or looking to be one" and then Vader shows up and calls her 'daughter' and she insults him and it's like "Oh. That explains it."

Council Member: We have a Sith in the Temple. Vader: Former Sith. Leia: Listen. He is your best chance against Sidious. Also, do you want Dooku dead? Vader can make him dead. Council Member: Your father i-- Leia, scrunching up her face: Don't call him that.

Like Leia is deep in conversation when the Temple starts panicking because Vader just. Showed up? He snuck in, somehow? So Palpatine wouldn't catch him on video entering through the front door? And people try to keep her away from the trouble, because there's an entire array of Jedi Masters to deal with this Surprise Sith, except she can sense exactly which Sith it is and once she shouts "oh you have got to be kidding me!" she just starts running and, well, it's Leia. Nobody can stop her.

(Leia does have less combat training, at least less force-assisted combat training, than the Jedi. But then the Jedi don’t want to hurt here here. She's not fighting her way down, either, she's just running really fast and all the best fighters already left. They had a head start. So Leia's mostly running past random padawans and the like.)

She shoves her way to the front of the group of Masters who. Well, they're certainly ready to attack. But Vader is just standing there. Doing nothing. Still intimidating as fuck but he's not doing anything.

And then Leia bursts onto the scene like "You motherfucker."

She hits her head on a clipboard and whines because UGH he's a walking WMD and they could REALLY use him against Palpatine but also. She hates him so much.

She tries to hand him off to the Jedi council but he insists that he will only take orders from Leia herself.

Jedi: Wait, what. Leia, completely ignoring them: Did you follow me here? Vader, through the mechanical wheezing: I have no loyalty to my master and no empire to serve. You are all that I have left. Leia: Me? Me? I'm all that you have left? You committed a genocide that killed all the family I had except for the twin brother you later mutilated! Jedi: Wait what Vader, going to one knee: I pledge my loyalty and blade to you and only you, daughter. Leia, ready to explode: I. I just. Jedi, some of whom really want to say things but are slowly realizing that they just accidentally acquired a Sith Lord by proxy: What. Leia: I hate you so much but I can't even get rid of you, you're too useful. Vader: I live to serve. Leia: Yeah. Got that. Fuck. Someone get him a full medical rundown, I don't know the last time that mess of a life support system was updated. Jedi, agitated again: WHAT Leia: Listen, I don't like him, but I'm not stupid enough to throw away the second most dangerous person in the universe when I can point him at the most dangerous person in the universe. Especially not if he's going to listen to me. Jedi: But... he's a Sith. Leia: Please trust me when I say this: you might be able to take him down eventually, but he will take dozens of you down with him, and right now he's... honestly, I'm pretty sure he's more depressed than malicious. Jedi: You hate him. I can feel it. Leia: Yes, but I can be professional about it. Vader: They have not yet d-- Leia: Nope! No talking! Not until I've had a chance to process this mess!

There is a whole lot of Leia snapping at Vader to stop it whenever he starts giving off vibes like he wants to take the most violent shortcut possible.

She is not the gentle hand that Luke would be.

Leia isn't a Jedi or working for them but she's wormed her way into being an ally. They don't 100% trust her, especially not with Vader just showing up and declaring her family but like

How do you say no to a WMD walking into your house and saying "I will fight the monster you cower from at night."

There's a lot of Leia snapping off an admonishment that sounds just a little too odd and then when questioned she just says "He knows what he did."

tbh I'm not sure how long it takes for them to tell anyone that Anakin is Vader. They might hold it off in hopes that Anakin can just retire to be Mr. Amidala after the war is over.

Well, Leia hopes. Vader just lets Leia make that call and then glowers at his younger self every time they're in the same room.

I do feel like Leia tells Obi-Wan the truth first

Imagine. Imagine a Vader who’s past still isn’t known. But has gotten somewhat comfortable around the Jedi (not really but the bar for what counts and comfortable for him is low). And Obi-Wan habitually banters with darksiders, right? If Vader’s guard is down for a moment and he, without thinking, references an inside joke...

Might be the most fun in terms of ways to tell Obi-Wan "We're time travelers and Vader is what happens if you let Palpatine drive Anakin off the edge"

If Vader has decided to pledge himself to her orders after destroying her planet, then fine. She can work with that. She's not going to be happy about it, but she can make it work.

The Jedi Temple hates having Vader anywhere nearby but he is actually very good at hiding himself from people, including Palpatine And for all that Leia seems perpetually irritated with her apparent bodyguard, he does seem to listen to her.

Jedi council: We still haven't figured out how to handle Dooku Leia: Do you know his location? Jedi council: Yes. Leia: [sigh] Leia: Vader, deal with it. Alive if possible.

(Leia does need to clarify an acceptable level of violence against the people protecting Dooku.) (She needs to clarify... many things.)

Leia always says "Vader" and one time a poor fool just asks why she doesn't call him dad and she snarls out "He is not the man that raised me, and I am glad for it."

Someone less foolish later prods more compassionately and she lets them know she was adopted and didn't properly meet Vader except in passing until she was nineteen.

"And then he tortured you." "And then he tortured me, yes." "Damn." "Didn't even find out we were related until a few years later when he chopped my brother's arm off." "You... wow." "I know."

At least one exchange that is L: You mean when you tortured me? A: He did what. V: I was not aware of our relation at that time. L: Not the point! I am fully aware of your interrogation methods and I refuse to let you be the one to acquire the evidence for-- A: Wait no go back he tortured you? L: Move on, please, we already have. A: That means I'm... oh Force, I'm going to torture my own daughter what in the actual fu-- L: We're moving on.

(“I end up torturing my own daughter” If Leia’s feeling especially spiteful I can see her saying “you mutilate your own son too”)

Concept: Leia is very free with traumatizing details of her past re:Vader and Anakin thinks that it sucks but doesn’t think much of it bc Sith. And then some time later he finds out...

(I love characters who use the traumatizing details of their past to shut down conversations.)

It's such a wonderfully horrifying concept for him to try to awkwardly comfort this girl he kind of knows because having a Sith for a dad sounds like it would suck and Leia seems nice, even if she's kind of weird and uncomfortable around Anakin, but he saw her flinch around a few other tall people wearing black robes the way she stiffens around Vader so maybe it's just that!

It is not.

Vader does get a significant amount of medical treatment. Including a bunch of "holy shit, that's a lot of drugs" and similar. There is so much lightning damage.

hnnng I'm just really in love with the image of Tiny Tiny Leia sitting behind a desk for some fancy negotiation, the picture of professionalism, while Vader just stands behind her shoulder, looming, glaring expressionless death at whoever came to speak with his baby girl.

Not that he would call her that, because she'd just hate him more and he's really not sure how to fix that problem, other than doing whatever she asks with no complaints and hoping she appreciates it.

Vader: [looks at children wandering by, has complicated emotions] Leia, tired of his shit: What now? Vader: I killed them, once. Leia, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath: And you're not going to do that again. No killing children. Vader: I know that. Leia: Great. I am... regretting asking. I am so very much regretting asking.

I do really like the idea of someone asking Leia once if she wants Jedi training and she says, no, actually, she's fully aware of the fact that she's angry little ball of hate sometimes, especially towards her bio father, and she'd like to refrain from putting herself in a position where she knows enough about the Force to Fall. She wouldn't Fall. But it does make people shut up.

[twodragonsflying]

Star Wars Characters at Disney World

Clone Wars Era Friends

Anakin and Padmé bring their kids to Disney world on a family vacation. Padmé is the type of mom that has their days planned out perfectly and Anakin just goes along with it. He does almost get into a few fights with people who cut in line but Padmé is able to calm him down.

Assuming this is a situation where the characters were plucked out of their own alternate reality and put into an alternate reality of ours, They have to keep him as far away from the Star Wars parts as possible or else he would pick fights with Kylo Ren and Darth Vader. Because him and his family turn to the Darkside? That’s crazy why would these people accuse him of that? (No that doesn’t make sense, but it’s funny.)

Luke and Leia probably argue on where they want to go and what they want to do. Luke is more interested in meeting characters where is Leia is more interested in riding rides but Padmé works it out for the both of them.

Anakin and Padmé definitely wear those matching bride and groom Mickey and Minnie ears at some point cause that’s adorable and of course they would.

Of course, I have not yet mentioned that Ahsoka, Rex, Cody, and Obi-Wan joined them on this trip. For the most part they’re in their own little group because big groups tend to make things more complicated. Sometimes they hand the kids off to each other.

Ahsoka wants to ride the biggest rides there are and Rex goes with her even though there are different things he’d like to do. It’s more about spending time with family to him.

Obi-Wan would have a lot of fun at the epcot wine and food festival. Makes sense, considering he’s had to deal with Anakin for half his life. Cody is just there to supervise him and everyone else.

Anakin and Ahsoka do join up one day to be absolute nightmares together. They don’t get kicked out of the park, but that’s not to say they didn’t come close.

BobaVader

(Set in an alternate universe from the first one lol)

Vader and Boba go together to get away. Darth Vader of course is unable to wear anything other than his suit. So through Disney World you see this big cyborg with a breathing problem wearing Ahsoka themed Minnie Mouse ears holding hands with a fairly normal, but also weirdly familiar looking guy. They are of course accompanied by two stormtroopers.

Vader just wants to ride the dumbos and the haunted mansion. Boba Fett wants to ride space mountain until he passes out. They work it out.

Vader also really really enjoys talking to the princesses. They’re just so nice and non-judgmental. Like he knows that’s their job, but it’s a breath of fresh air.

They have a good time, Boba has the foresight to keep a Vader as far away from it’s a small world as possible

Thranto

(this one could be set in either of the above universe is and it’s funny either way.)

Thrawn is the most annoying person at Disney World. He walks through the entire park, goes through every single one of the cues for every single one of the rides and character meet and greets and shows. And the entire time he’s there just looks at tiny details and evaluates the art. He also has very in-depth lectures or discussions that keep the cast members, both character actors and otherwise, very confused. There comes a point where Eli is genuinely starting to worry that Thrawn is preparing a preemptive strike against Disney.

“Oh don’t worry Eli I’m simply interested in all of the little details that go into making this “the most magical place on Earth” as they say.”

“Normally when you care about small details like that it means that you’re going to declare war against them.”

“Nonsense, why would I declare war against Disney World?”

“WHY WOULD YOU BE HAPPY WHEN SMALL WORLD BREAKS DOWN WITH YOU ON IT?!?!”

Oh yeah, about that. When they were on it’s a small world it broke down. And Thrawn enjoyed that like a crazy person. Eli was trying very hard to ram his head into Thrawn’s shoulder the entire time.

But for the most part it was pretty fun. Thrawn had the best time at galaxy’s edge. After all, he had been to black spire outpost before and the detail that they put into the park made it look exactly like the real thing. It was just like being back there without the hostility. And he tried to have a deep and intellectual conversation with Kylo Ren but quickly realized that that wasn’t going to work out. (Actually truth be told I’m pretty sure he freaked out the cast member because he figured out personal details about him that he shouldn’t have been able to figure out)

Depending on the universe, either Anakin or Vader is there at the same time. If it’s a Anakin, they stop and talk for a while and grab lunch together. If it’s Vader they pretend they do not see.

DinLuke and Family

(Set in an entirely different universe.)

Luke has Disney bounds and bucket hats galore. The entire family does actually because he got them all matching bucket hats. Han pouts about that. Ben looses his.

Grogu is very spoiled. He has his little ears sticking out the sides of the hat. He gets snacks all over the parks. And just imagine with me for a second him in a stroller. And if he’s not in the stroller he’s chasing the ducks around. The Princesses adore him so much, who wouldn’t. They are essentially that little picture perfect family going to Disney World.

And then there’s Han, Chewie, Leia, and Ben. Leia is also very organized but Han and Chewie sneak away from her several times, sometimes they bring the kid, sometimes they don’t. Sometimes they bring the kid and then pass him off to Din and Luke. When that happens, Luke calls Leia immediately to make sure she knows where her child is.

Leia, when not stressed out about her unruly child and Ben, has diplomatic conversations with the princesses.

Ben has fun no matter who he’s with. He loves the Pirates of the Caribbean and Jungle cruise. He was very upset to find out that he was too short to ride Space Mountain. But he was able to ride mission space and soarin’, those are fun. When he and Grogu are together they terrorize all those who come in contact with them.

[cant-think-of-anything-creative]

OoooOOooooOooo guess what!!! This scene well and truly won't leave me alone so I have spent another night writing up my Thoughts and Ideas into something somewhat comprehensible!!!! I blame @jackdaw-kraai @darthstitch @bookwyrmie completely, congratulations y'all!!!!! You Did This!!!!!! 🤣🤣

In the middle of a crowded ballroom, Vader and the child currently held in his arms stared at each other. Luke had handed her to him before he fully understood that what he was receiving was in fact both alive and a small child, and not something inanimate and, say, less fragile. While he tried to recall what to do with an infant, she did something that, in hindsight, he should have expected.

She reached up and hooked her tiny fingers into the slots of his respirator.

"I would advise against that, child," he said.

"Aba," she babbled at him, her other hand joining the first.

"This is not a plaything," he gently added. A pop-up on his HUD alerted him to a blockage and the estimated time he could stay conscious with the decreased rate of oxygen. "It is a vital piece of medical equipment. I must ask you to treat it as such."

He carefully guided her hands away and continued to fend off her attempts to touch either his mask or the unit on his chest. Eventually she settled for his hand, gripping his thumb and pinky finger and manipulating them as much as she could.

"Thank you for your compromise," Vader said.

The child strung together a set of nonsensical syllables that nonetheless had Vader nodding.

He stood there for a while, half-listening to Luke's conversation and letting the child play with his hand until she got bored. His attention was recaptured when she began making small distressed sounds, ones that dredged up a spark of foreboding within him.

"What is it?" he asked her. "Are you hungry, perhaps?"

He looked at the selection of food -- none of it designed for a child. Moreover, he had no idea what kind of preferences or allergies this one may or may not have.

She whined more insistently and stuck her fingers into her mouth.

Vader turned to Luke, still chatting animatedly with his fellows. He placed a hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

"I will return," he said.

"Sure," Luke agreed, patting Vader's hand, and launched right back into his conversation. Vader looked to the guards stationed at the perimeter of the ballroom and only then did he release Luke's shoulder.

He walked a little ways over to the buffet tables and took a knife and fork from the offered cutlery.

"Look, child," he murmured, tilting the utensils this way and that so the glinting of the light caught her attention. Her eyes latched onto the shiny metal, reaching for them with the hand not currently occupied. Her distressed coos tapered off slightly, but began to rise again when Vader wouldn't let her grab them.

"Hm, not so interesting for you, I think," he mused. "But you may hurt yourself if I allow you to hold them."

She looked at him crossly, wisps of her brows furrowed in caricature of what she'd observed of others. She took her hand out of her mouth to babble insistently and slap the arm holding her, smearing saliva across the dark leather.

"Very well," Vader sighed. "Perhaps there is a mutually agreeable solution."

A fine ribbon of the Force wound around them, pulled deftly from the fabric of reality by an old weaver's hand -- the utensils rose on invisible strings, twirling gently around each other like a mobile. It had a similar effect, as well; the child returned her attention to them, now silent but for the small grunts she made as, again, she tried to reach out.

"I agree," he nodded. "A tactile distraction would be best. But these have far too many points for you to prick yourself on, child."

He twitched his fingers and the utensils collided midair, bending around and around each other until there was a packed ball of metal. One could hardly tell where fork ended and knife began. The metal squealed quietly as it was bent into shape, and the more pressure Vader Forced upon it the more it began to glow a red heat. The child watched as the color changed to a burning orange and eventually a bright, molten white.

Vader held the condensed ball of silver at arm's length, thankful now for the wide berth people tended to give him at these functions.

"I believe you would quickly become dissatisfied a simple ball. Would you not agree?" Vader asked. The child, now that it was well and truly out of her grasp, was already looking around with a lazy, hooded eye. "Hm. Something more complex, then."

He turned back to the metal and began twisting. Some sections pulled apart, some connected together, until the latticework of a great dodecahedron rested above his hand, spinning on all axes so he could ensure the angles were correct from every direction. A shape that would occupy her for some time, hopefully. He carefully rounded each vertex and smoothed every edge, and double-checked it with precision.

Then, once he was satisfied, he began to wick away the heat held within the metal. Slowly, the silver set and hardened. He had to be careful, so the lattice did not cool in sections and split apart.

The child began whining again. Vader idly tucked her more securely against his chest, mindful of his life support -- but something inside him he could not name seemed to both stir and settle once she laid her head on his shoulder.

"Almost finished," he consoled her. "I have to make sure it is not too hot for you."

Eventually, Vader released his grasp of the Force and the dodecahedron fell into his hand, cooled completely to ambient temperature. He turned it over once more, a last check for burs or points that he might have missed.

"Here you are, child. Will this hold your attention?"

She took it from him and immediately placed a rung into her mouth. If she minded the taste, she did not show it.

"I am glad to see it," Vader nodded. "This is the framework of a great dodecahedron, which is a regular polyhedron. Many are taught that there are only five regular polyhedra, but there are actually forty-eight in three-dimensional Euclidean space."

She looked up at him with attentive eyes and removed the shape to talk to him, waving the latticework about.

"Exactly. Perfectly foolish to exclude all but the platonic solids."

She resumed her chewing. Vader began explaining the finer points of three-dimensional geometry, and her attentiveness as a pupil only wavered once he started on hexagonal tiling. (Which was more than fair, in Vader's opinion -- the tilings were the least interesting of the lot.) He continued as her eyes drooped and she settled in his arms, turning her new toy in her hands as she listened.

Suddenly, the great dodecahedron fell to the floor, clinking softly to a stop a few paces away. Vader looked down and stilled in surprise; the child was laid fully on his chest and shoulder, eyes closed and breathing deeply in relaxed and restful slumber. She seemed unconcerned by the hard metal of his mantle, but he dared not shift and risk waking her.

He looked for the dodecahedron and found instead Luke, already rising with it in his grip and making his way over.

"This is cool," the boy said, twirling it in his hands. "Where'd you get it?"

"I crafted it from cutlery," Vader replied, wincing at the volume of his vocoder.

"Woah, neat!" Luke took a closer look at it. "I can't see any seam lines."

"No," Vader confirmed. By the grin Luke flashes at him, his tone had a prideful air to it. The vocoder interpreted his chuckle as a small burst of static.

Luke's smile turned sweet, looking to the child in his arms.

"How is she?" he asked, still fiddling with the toy. "Sorry I handed her off so abruptly. I got caught up."

"It was no trouble, little one," Vader dismissed his apology. "...She fell asleep."

"Ohhh," Luke cooed, hand to his cheek. "That's so precious. I wish I brought my datapad."

"And I am rather glad you did not," Vader lightly countered.

Luke rolled his eyes. "Aw, come on. If I took a picture I wouldn't share it with anybody."

Vader was about to reply when--

POP!

At the other end of the table, a burst of applause followed as someone uncorked a bottle of carbonated wine. The child flinched awake in Vader's arms, blinked twice at the loud and bright surroundings, and heaved in a breath.

"Oh no," said Luke, right before she began to wail.

Vader hesitantly pat her back -- his mantle was too hard to bounce her on unless he wanted to give her a concussion. He looked to Luke, whose arms were already extended.

"Can I...?" Luke asked, and Vader readily handed her over. Luke started swaying in place, rubbing her back in gentle circles. "You were doing great, it's just--"

"My armor is not designed for comfort," Vader agreed. "I believe you are much better equipped for her, little one."

Luke's eyes stayed on him for a beat longer than he expected.

"Yeah, I guess not," he eventually agreed. He turned to the child still crying on his shoulder. "But wow, you've got a set of pipes on you, huh? Hey, what's this? You remember this? Did Lord Vader make it for you?"

Luke managed to catch the child's attention once more, her cries diminishing to hiccuping sobs once she had hold of the latticework again. After a couple of minutes it was back in her mouth, and Vader went to retrieve a napkin from the table so Luke could wipe her face.

While at the table, he let his irritation bleed into the space around him and the Dark responded, prickling eagerly up his neck. The gathered crowd immediately quieted and scampered off to another, less disruptive location.

"She really likes it," Luke said when he returned.

"Indeed. She is an exemplary student."

"Is that what you were talking about over here?" he asked, smiling. "Weird math stuff?"

Vader crossed his arms. "It is a fairly simple geometrical concept. She grasped upon the context immediately."

"Aw," Luke crooned. "That's the cutest thing I've ever heard. You're gonna be a scientist one day, huh, sweetling?"

He poked lightly at her belly, just enough to make her laugh -- and drop the dodecahedron. Vader buoyed it with a quick reaction of the Force, guiding it once more into her hands.

She stared at it with wide eyes, then brought it overhead and threw it.

"Oh yeah," Luke said as Vader retrieved it once again. "A scientist for sure."

[lovearne]

The Mandalorian

Warnings: Written like two years ago, never posted it though, I don't think. Female reader

Word count: 1.2K

The small coos brought me towards him. Ignoring the same noises outside that have plagued us since we’ve left. We have been with this particular group for a few months, they always take the base and stand guard, waiting. As I got closer to the cradle, his tiny three fingers, green hand reached up, towards me. Wanting me to pick him up and hide him from the noise, keep him safe. Just as I go to reach for him, the building shakes. Dust settling all around us. I reach inside the orb, and push his little hand back in, hoping that he will be okay. I quickly press the button on the floating cradle, it closes completely. As it closes the child gives a little whimper. Thinking quickly, I push his cradle into an abandoned corridor. 

“I’m sorry little guy.” I whisper as I move to a pile of rubble, a few feet in front of him, planning to take on the threat. I get myself into an albeit uncomfortable position, but definitely a good position, for defence. As I crush myself so I am less visible, voices fill the air. One I can identify as a droid, however, the other sounds like a man. It’s a different voice than I have heard since the little one and I had left. There have been so many voices over the years, but never one like this. Sure, I’ve heard plenty with a modulator, including the very deep and heavily breathed Vader, and the wookie race, but never somebody with this voice.

They came around the corner, guns drawn. The droid is an IG-11 and the man, well he was dressed in coloured metal, I can only imagine that it is steel. Interesting. Well, his helmet is shiny, so there's that. I can’t make out if he is the lead or not. I decide to sit and watch, with any luck, they will just take the base, similarly to the one before them. The man says something, I am not interested in listening to what they actually say, just his voice. Like a calm and soothing storm. They bicker back and forth about life signals and whatnot. 

The man presses a button on the orb, as they drew nearer, I got myself ready for anything they try. To my surprise, the man looks almost appalled at the fact that his bounty is a child. 

“It’s a child? I was told it was 50 years old.” The man says in slight disbelief. The droid turns and examines the child.

“Species age differently” Is all I caught from the droid, as I was too busy analysing the man. The droid would be fairly easy to take out, I could see the wiring from here, just one tug and he’s down. But the IG-11 also has a self-destruct sequence, and I definitely don’t want to trigger it. The man on the other hand, I couldn’t figure out. Where could I hit him to hurt him the most, that isn’t covered by the steel, besides the fact that I find him interesting. Maybe I will steal one of his guns and shoot the droid, but I have to be fairly quick on the draw in order to get him as well. I also have no clue how many weapons he has hidden in his armour. It’s a game of chance, and the child’s life is not something I want to risk on a chance.

As I am too caught up in scenarios and running the numbers and odds in my mind, there is a gunshot. My head snaps up. The bounty hunter is standing holding his hand out to the child, the droid is laying on the ground, his head giving off steam. The bounty hunter shot the droid, this changes things.

It’s time to get this show up and running. I stand up and dust my clothing rags. I make myself look more believable, rubbing dirt on my face, and making myself look dirtier than I regularly am. And I am ready. Show time.

I stumble myself out of my hiding space. “Oh, Obe!! Where did you go Obe?!?!?!”  I frantically call out. “My child!!!!! Obe!!!!!!” I add, just for a little flare. I look around and glance at the bounty hunter, then I hear a small coo, yes! He remembered. Not the first time we used this trick. His small hand is poking out of the orb. I storm over to the orb, “My Baby!!!! Oh kriff, Obe, you’re alright!!!!!” I pick the child up. “Oh my baby, its okay, you’re alright, thank kriff!!!” I squeal while holding the child tightly to my chest. Squeezing him into a hug. He coos again and giggles. “There are people out there worse than Demagul himself, oh, baby. I’m so glad you are alright!!” I kiss his head a couple of times, then smushing my face into his belly.

“Excuse me,” There is a throat cleared, just behind me. “I, Don’t mean to interrupt,  there must be some sort of confusion.” I turn to look at him. Gazing up at his helmet, all I could see was my own reflection. 

“What?” I pause, “You killed those men, so now me and Obe here, go with you.” I inform him. Is he, is he alright? Does he have heat stroke from all the heat in that body armour. It looks a little burned. Oh, no its just red.

“The kid, you, neither of you look 50 years old.” He explains. My face must show the confusion I feel.

“You got a tracker, or beeper or whatever, and it led you here, right?” I ask him, still cuddling the little baby in my arms. 

“I had a tracking fob and it led to that Orb.” He points towards the cradle. Does the kid have a Dad that made it, or maybe an uncle.” I am looking for a 50 year old. And neither of you fit that description.” He looks down at me, “You don’t look a day over 20.” 

I look up in disbelief. “What makes you think, I didn’t make the carrier?” I ask him, frowning.

“It looks a lot older than you do.” He states, shaking his head after. “Just tell me where your baby’s Dad is” His head moves down to look at the child, the glare on his helmet shining right in my eye. 

“He doesn’t have a father, why? Do you want to apply? Because, sorry, but the helmet is kinda too shiny to stick around comfortably.” I inform him as I rub my eyes, the glare being too  much.

His helmet moves again, so his eyes are on me. “No, his Father would obviously be the bounty.” The man was getting more irritated as the seconds past. I shake my head, this man is infruriating. 

“Ok, I’m going to tell you one more time, we are your bounty.” I explain to him. 

“My bounty is supposed to be 50. Neither of you are and your ages don’t even add up to 50.” He again, is in disbelief. I shrug.

“Some species age differently, that’s just how it is.” I explain again.

“Then you are coming with me, to my ship, willingly.” He says and grows rigid. “I don’t want to have to shoot a baby, or its mother.” 

“Alright, lead the way.” I nod.

[the-ferocious-kittyrose]

Rewriting Haggar/Honerva’s redemption arc

One of the many things that bothered me about VLD S8 is Honerva’s redemption arc. While I was never fully against the idea of Honerva getting a redemption arc, I just didn’t want VLD to do it because I knew that they would fuck it up if they tried. And low and behold, I was right!

But yeah, I wasn’t against the idea of her being redeemed. And I don’t mean “redeemed” as in “all is forgiven and she’s just a good guy now,” but more like a Darth Vader, “the things she did were inexcusable and she would never be able to right all her wrongs but she goes out on one good act to show that there was still good in her deep down and she at least had the potential to change.”

I know a lot of people don’t like the whole, “redemption=death” thing, which I understand, but I personally never had a problem with it.

Ok, so why didn’t Honerva’s redemption work? Well there are a few reasons but the one that baffles me the most is that, instead of trying to make her more sympathetic, season 8 seemed to go out of its way to show her being more evil and vile than ever.

And because I have nothing better to do, I’m gonna go through Honerva’s story in VLD and explain what I would change to make her redemption more believable.

(Keep in mind I am not a writer, this is just me ranting about my favorite character and how I personally would’ve written her.)

1. Realizing she’s Altean

I always thought it’s was weird that when Allura said “you’re...Altean!?” In the S2 finale, Haggar didn’t seem to react at all, she just kept attacking. It’s as if she didn’t care or already knew, which doesn’t make sense considering in the S3 finale and S8E2 it’s established that Haggar has no memory of who she was before she died. And in S4E3 she seems shocked by her Altean face (which also doesn’t make sense because her blue skin isn’t camouflage that’s just how she looks after the rift) so it seems like she didn’t know.

Wouldn’t it have made more sence if after Allura said “you’re...Altean!?” Honerva looked confused/shocked? If she became defensive and said Allura was lying/trying to insult her? There’s def anti-Altean propaganda in the empire so it would be considered an insult.

After that she starts questioning Zarkon. And when she looks into his mind, it’s out of genuine curiosity and desire to know the truth, not because, “the empire needs him” or whatever that meant.

And isn’t it a bit odd that she doesn’t seem betrayed at all when she finds out Zarkon has been keeping all this from her? She’s just like, “oh, you’re my husband? Cool.” Wtf???

2. Her past relationship with Zarkon

Okay, I love Zonerva, but if we’re being honest, Zarkon was not the best husband. He enabled the shit out of Honerva, even when it was obvious that the rift was doing serious damage to her physical and mental health. To me, it seems like Zarkon was so blinded by the power the rift gave him that he didn’t realize/ignored the negative effect it was having on Honerva. In the same way he downplayed the negative impact the rift had on the planet.

I think that should’ve been explored more. Maybe Honerva notices that she’s been acting differently and is worried somethings wrong (think S5 Kuron). And Honerva tries to tell Zarkon that she feels strange and Zarkon just brushes it off.

And later, when Alfor visits Diaibazaal years later. Things are pretty much the same except when we sees Honerva, she is very obviously pregnant and Alfor’s there when Honerva falls and goes into labor (instead of a random quintessence seizure). Alfor and many Galran doctors try their best to save her and the baby but she dies in childbirth.

Zarkon goes ballistic. He’s yelling, throwing doctors across the room, and Alfor turns to the doctor holding Lotor and tells them to get the baby to safely, fearing Zarkon will take his grief out on the baby.

Zarkon turns on Alfor, blaming him for Honerva’s death and accusing him of letting her die so that he could get his way and close the rift. He lunges Alfor and roars at him to leave.

He spends the rest of the night grieving at Honerva’s bedside, when Kova jumps on the bed and starts gnawing on her finger trying to wake her up. This is what gives him the idea to bring her back with quintessence.

3. Her current relationship with Zarkon

I think it’s pretty safe to say that they’re relationship didn’t get better after the war began. Zarkon hid her identity and her child from her for 10,000 years and essentially used her as a tool of war. It’s pretty fucked up.

I know it’s pretty well established that Zarkon treats Haggar with more respect than his other underlings, but I feel like it would be interesting to see that change overtime. We see that after Voltron comes back, Zarkon becomes very obsessed with Voltron/Black, and he and Haggar start disagreeing more and more.

Remember the moment where one of Haggar’s druids told Zarkon Haggar said he needed to rest and Zarkon hit them with his bayard and told them, “remember who your master is”? What if, instead of a random druid, it was Haggar who he hit?

I feel like that would be a good way to show Haggar and the audience just how much Zarkon’s obsession with Voltron is affecting him, and make the audience feel a tiny bit bad for her.

Then later in season 4, when Zarkon wakes up from his coma and finds out Haggar brought Lotor back to take his place he gets pissed. He puts a price on Lotor’s head and has Haggar arrested for treason. She steals a ship, escapes, and later on meets up with Lotor’s generals.

Her and Zarkon are officially broken up and her quest to reclaim her identity and get her son back begins.

4. Oriande

I never liked the concept of chosen/sacred Alteans. The idea that some Alteans are just born more powerful than others just feels iffy. My idea of Oriande is that it’s an Altean holly land, any Altean can enter it just depends on whether or not you can pass the White Lion’s trial. Passing the trial proves that your intentions are pure and and the White Lion will bless you with power.

I didn’t like how Honerva seemed to force her way into Oriande, I think it would be more effective if she had gone through normally because, at this point, her intentions were pure. She was going there to purge herself of the dark magic corrupting her and reclaim her memories so she could go get her son back.

I also like the idea that Oriande is a sorta link to the Altean after life, and you can speak with people you’ve lost. Allura gets to speak with Alfor, and Honerva speaks with her mother.

You could also have her be confronted by the spirits of the Alteans she helped destroy. Have the weight of her past actions bear down on her. An important part of any redemption arc is acknowledging the terrible shit you’ve done in the past, and that was severely lacking in Honerva’s arc.

Another interesting thing you could do is have Honerva talk to her younger self. The one that died 10,000 years ago. This kinda thing actually happened in 80s Voltron, young Haggar appearing in Haggar’s head trying to convince her to be good again.

5. Her relationship with Lotor

Now this is where the redemption arc really falls apart. I forget who, but one of the writers said after S5 that Haggar/Honerva was motivated purely by love for her son, but man did they do a bad job of showing that.

And it would’ve been so easy to fix that problem, just have her not be horrible to him. Have them have actual civil conversations, have her protect and defend him. Don’t have her reject him as a fucking baby!

Imagine if, after Zarkon destroys Lotor’s planet, instead of immediately deciding to

exile him, Zarkon says that this is the final straw and he’s going to have Lotor executed. But Haggar speaks up to defend Him. There’s actually a scene in DOTU where Zarkon tries to kill Lotor and Haggar gets on her knees and begs for him to be spared. (Though the scene was mostly played for laughs.)

she asks for mercy and justifies it by saying it would be unwise to kill his only heir. It’s a weak argument, Lotor’s a half breed and couldn’t realistically take the throne, but Zarkon does concede, he still loves her after all, and has Lotor exiled.

And Haggar isn’t spying on him because she doesn’t trust him, but because she’s concerned for him. When Lotor confronts Haggar about sending her cronies after him, she says she knows he’s hiding something. Lotor asks if she’s threatening him, thinking she’s going to rat him out, but she says no, she’s not threatening him, she’s just trying to warn him against doing anything stupid because, with Zarkon seemingly on his death bed, the empire needs Lotor’s leadership.

At this point in the story, Haggar is questioning her loyalty to Zarkon, so I feel like it would make sense for her to be silently supporting Lotor from the shadows.

Then at the Kral Zera in season 5, It was weird to me how she was helping Lotor through Kuron while also telling him he couldn’t be emperor and trying to put Sendak on the throne. I feel like it would’ve made more sense for Sendak to just show up on his own without Haggar.

Haggar wouldn’t even be at the Kral Zera, she would just watch through Kuron.

And then we get to S6 when she actually reveals to Lotor that she’s his mom. This scene was just so poorly done. She never actually apologizes to him, she’s just like “yeah I forgot you were my kid and I never loved you, but were cool now right?” I remember when I saw S8E2 and it shows her after Lotor rejects her and she looks like she’s about to cry, I was just thinking, “this would be very emotional and sad IF she had actually apologized and made it clear that she genuinely loved him.” But she didn’t and I don’t know why!

And then we get to season 8, and of course everything in S8 is bad but Honerva’s story is particularly bad. She’s supposed to be motivated by love for Lotor yet she doesn’t act like she actually cares about him at all.

She manipulates his corpse and when she sees his gross melted body, she doesn’t even react that much. When a mother sees her child’s mutilated corpse, how do you think she reacts? Screaming? Crying?? Hurling??? But no. She’s just like, “...”

And then when she goes to the alternate reality and meets baby Lotor and he rejects her, her reaction isn’t disappointment or sadness, it’s anger and entitlement. She immediately decides, “ok, fuck this kid. Let’s destroy this reality.”

It just doesn’t make sense! This is the season you’re trying to REDEEM her! Why are you going out of your way to make her so vile?

6. Her S7-S8 plan

(Keep in mind I haven’t watched S7/S8 since they came out and barely even watched S8 to begin with, so I don’t remember some things and I can’t be bothered to rewatch them.)

Okay, starting with S7, she’s not in this season at all but in “The Ruins” the druid dude says that her final order was to hunt and destroy the Blade of Marmora. I guess it makes a certain amount of sense because she saw that it was Keith who brought Lotor’s actions to light, but that whole plot was really pointless in my opinion. (Was anybody really hoping for a rematch between Keith and that one random druid?)

If you want us to forgive Honerva for her crimes, you really shouldn’t keep adding more unnecessary crimes. It’s established that there were a lot of Galra war lords vying for power and pirates looking for money, just have it be that Kolivan got kidnapped by one of them.

Then you have her season 8 plan and I’m gonna be real with y’all, I have no idea how to fix this mess.

I feel like the basics of her plan could work. She tries to get Lotor and Sincline out of the rift but when she gets him he’s a melted corpse so the plan then becomes to use sincline to go to another reality to find a living Lotor, but opening all these rifts causes problems and the paladins have to stop her.

But all the shit with manipulating the colony Alteans, killing the White Lion, desecrating Oriande, and destroying Olkarion and entire realities, it was all so unnecessary.

Personally I would cut the colony Alteans from the story all together, there are other ways for Lotor to betray the team. It was a lazy way of making Lotor 100% evil and having Honerva manipulate them is unnecessarily cruel, especially in the season you’re trying to redeem her.

Here’s a very basic outline of how I would do this plot.

If we’re going by season 8’s logic that she needs a sacrifice to bring back Sincline, I would’ve had the Galra she killed at the Kral Zera be the sacrifice, not the White Lion. She stands on the pyramid and talks about how the empire stole her life from her and she wants revenge as she absorbs their quintessence into herself and then uses that to bring back Sincline.

Then when she finds Lotor dead she takes Sincline and uses it to go to another reality where she can be with her family.

The danger comes when she opens rifts to the other realities and rift creatures start coming out and causing damage. The paladins fight them and follow her into the rift to stop whatever evil plan she may have. Because the paladins don’t know that Haggar is now Honerva and all this is just to get Lotor back. They think this is all some plan for multiverse domination or some shit.

Meanwhile Honerva has just been rejected by little Lotor and seeing Voltron show up pushes her over the edge and they fight.

But when they find out the real reason she’s doing all this they start trying to appeal to her and convince her to give up and close the rift peacefully. And similarly to how the paladins had to sacrifice the castle to close the rifts created by the fight with Lotor, Honerva has to sacrifice herself to close the rifts.

In the end, I feel like a Honerva redemption arc could’ve worked if the writers were actually competent and actually made an effort to have her be sympathetic, but In canon, her reasoning, “If I can’t indulge in the simple joys of life, why should anybody else?” just doesn’t cut it.

It’s disappointing. VLD had so much potential. I’m thinking of just rewriting the entire series from the beginning. Hopefully putting all my thoughts out into the universe will help me move on.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Into The Unknown, Part 5

First

Previous

Tim finished up pretty quickly.

After all, all the baby toys seemed to just be different variations of each other. Some crinkle, some make sounds, some squish, some… do nothing at all? Tim had no clue how he used to get by as a kid.

He ended up getting Damian three toys:

A tiny rubber duck. He’s almost completely sure that Marinette would have bought one if Tim hadn’t. At least when he was the one buying it he could opt to get the Darth Vader one (Damian had always been woefully uncultured, this was his one chance to make the kid watch sci-fi without risking getting stabbed).

A plush cow with crinkly ears. He had to hope that this could maybe jog memories of Batcow and, in turn, everything else. Tim had tried to think of something a little more relevant but all he could think of were things related to Batman, to Superboy, to the League of Assassins (did their lives really revolve around vigilante-work that much?)... and, unfortunately, this reality didn’t have merch that he could give the kid.

And a squishy plastic baguette. Because that was all he could think of to get back at Marinette for the duck thing.

When it came to little kid books he hesitated for just a bit before getting the basics -- stuff like animals and the letters and Spot The Dog. He wondered, vaguely, if he’d have to teach the kid numbers since they already used the Arabic numeral system. He got a book on it just in case.

Then he got a couple of books on parenting.

He checked out and then walked back to the sitting area where he was supposed to meet Marinette.

… she was taking forever.

He sighed quietly and skimmed through a book on parenting.

… oops they were supposed to breastfeed until Damian was about two. No clue what to do about that. Maybe the kid was already used to a bottle? He hoped so. He’d watch him more carefully while Marinette was holding him to see. In the meantime, he’d get a bottle and some formula on top of the baby food they’d been getting so far.

Alright so the kid was supposed to learn behaviors and language through observation. Good. That, hopefully, solved that problem. Tim probably would have just given the kid a textbook and said ‘good luck’. Marinette… he didn’t really know what Marinette would have done, but the woman wasn’t a teacher as far as he could tell and asking her to teach the kid properly was a little unfair.

Babies around his age are supposed to speak in something called… protowords? Like… a baby language? Damn, he has a miraculous and it seemingly allows him the power to understand every language but apparently ‘baby-speak’ didn’t count as a language. Tim called bullshit.

He felt a weight settle down on the bench next to him and absently glanced over.

Marinette sent him a slightly tired smile. She was wearing a new, dark red scarf.

He opened his mouth to say something only to have her shake her head and adjust her scarf a little to show him something.

Ah. It looked like Damian had fallen asleep on her shoulder so she’d fashioned the scarf into a makeshift baby sling.

“Could’ve used the stroller,” he whispered, setting his receipt in the book to mark his page.

She snorted. “And risk waking him? He cries every time he wakes up, I’m not dealing with that right now.”

He bit his lip. “You know… this book says he’s supposed to cry for, like, an hour to an hour and a half a day.”

She tipped her head to the side a little. “He’s cried like… three times.”

“Yeah, and he was really easy to shut up. Decidedly not normal.”

They looked back down at Damian, identical frowns on their faces.

“Does it have an explanation for why he’d be like this?” Marinette asked, her voice soft.

Tim hesitated.

“The only reasons I can think of are that he doesn’t think we’d help him if he cried or he thinks crying is something he’d be punished for. Considering how he was raised… it could be either. Or both.”

~

Marinette yawned as she sat back on the hotel bed. She leaned back against Tim, leaving him to bear the weight of both her and Damian.

He, to his credit, barely even blinked. He turned slowly until they were both leaning back against each other.

She tipped her head back to rest on his shoulder.

She could fall asleep like this, she thought. Propped against Tim. Damian, in her arms, watching an episode of something called True and the Rainbow Kingdom… it was nice.

Or, at least, it would be if Tim could stop that infernal tapping.

“Ugh, could you stop that? Some people actually sleep.”

He gave a tiny puff of laughter that acknowledged that he heard her but, alas, he continued typing.

She groaned a little and reached a hand behind herself to give him a tiny bap to his side.

“Hm. This may shock you, but hitting me really hasn’t helped your case.”

She huffed and twisted around to try and see over his shoulder. She’d given up on sleeping, anyway.

“What are you even doing?”

He shrugged just slightly. “Trying to figure out what to do about money.”

She nodded slowly, looking over his shoulder as he scrolled through jobs they could do with zero experience or degrees. That could sustain a family of three and pay for the daycare they would have to take Damian to. The options... weren’t great.

Damian tugged on her shirt for her attention and she looked down as he pointed at his screen with a bright smile. There was a black cat on the screen. She didn’t really know what he wanted until he kept saying ‘ma’ over and over. She nodded and said ‘cat’ in both Arabic and English, which seemed to sate him as he went back to watching… the giant green yeti monster stealing a basket of candy? What the fuck was even going on on this show? Were kids’ shows like this in her own world, too? Or was this one’s shows just especially weird?

A thought occurred to her and she looked back over at Tim.

“You exist in this world, right?”

He nodded absently and opened a tab that, despite its claim that it was an entry level job, apparently required two years of experience and a degree. He closed it quickly.

“Why don't we just mooch off of the other you?”

Tim sighed. “Because that’s illegal?”

“You’re a vigilante. I don’t think that ‘borrowing�� money from your alternate self is where you should draw the line on illegal activities.”

“I draw the line when it harms innocent people.”

She laughed at that. “He’s rich. It’s not like he’s going to miss it. Think of it as… giving the money to people who need it.”

“You’re a regular robin hood,” Tim said sarcastically.

“I know. I’m so kind,” she agreed, grinning.

There were a few moments of silence.

Then, finally, he shook his head. “Even if we could somehow do that -- which I can’t guarantee because I’m not completely sure I could guess my passwords -- the fact that we’re in Texas… he’d notice.”

She shrugged. “Then let’s move back to Gotham.”

He blinked and finally looked up from the computer. “What?”

“We don’t have much of a life here, really, so why not move?”

He considered this for a while before sighing and flopping back on the bed. “Let me see if I can even get into the account. There’s nothing to say that I even have the same social security number here...”

She nodded her understanding and laid back next to him. Damian whined a little at the sudden displacement but just ran a hand up and down his back absently until he was watching his show again, completely silent as he stared at the screen. Now the main girl was reaching into her bag for a weird orb of light that was, apparently, sentient. Was this the Dora of their world? God help their children.

Speaking of helping their children...

She picked up a parenting book to read while Tim tried to guess his otherworldly counterpart’s passwords.

~

Tim managed to get in.

He rested his head in his hands, cursing quietly.

She glanced over and smiled at his slightly flushed face.

“What was the password?”

He grumbled under his breath.

This only seemed to encourage her more because she started nudging his shoulder, the soft smile morphing into a cheeky grin.

He sighed and took a moment to gather himself before looking over at her. “It’s… ‘<3Richard<3graysons<3little<3brother<3’.”

“... I don’t get it.”

“Good. So you can’t tease me about it,” he said, sticking his tongue out at her.

She scoffed. “That’s not fair.”

“Totally is.”

He set the computer down beside himself and stretched his achy old bones. He’d had a baby for approximately two days now and he could already feel the bad back setting in. Tomorrow he would have gray hair.

“I’m going to look it up if you don’t tell me.”

“... he’s a celebrity,” Tim said quietly.

Her grin wavered back towards that genuine smile for just a second before spreading into an even wider grin. She reached out and pinched his cheeks. “Awwww, Tim, that’s so cute --!”

“Shut up,” he complained, batting her hands away.

She snickered. “No. I’m going to write that password on your tombstone.”

“You’re assuming I’m going to die first.”

“I have an extended lifespan. You’re only going to have that for another fifteen years. After that? Unless I’m really stupid you’re gonna die first.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m going to find out how to be immortal now. Purely to spite you.”

She snorted. “Okay. Good luck with that.”

“Thank you.”

With that, he pushed himself up with a groan. “I’m going to get him ready for bed.”

She nodded her understanding and continued with her reading.

Damian whined a little when Tim tried to take him away from where he had curled up next to Marinette but that seemed to be more because he was tired and cranky than genuine distress.

Tim was the one to bathe him. It wasn’t a bubble bath, he wasn’t eager to repeat the previous night’s mistakes, but he did give Damian the rubber duck. This seemed to work for all of them, since Damian now allowed them to take him out of the bath as long as he got to bring his duck.

Marinette grinned when she looked over at where Damian was chewing on his rubber duck as Tim struggled to click the annoyingly difficult buttons of the onesie into place.

“Told you he would love it.”

“We both know that wasn’t why you wanted to get it.”

“And we both know you didn’t get that squishy bread-thing just because you thought he would like it, either.”

He smiled. “Maaaaaybe.”

The onesie finally allowed itself to be buttoned and Tim picked Damian up so he could get into bed.

Marinette frowned. “This book says we shouldn’t let him sleep with us every night. Says it creates a bad habit that’s hard to break.”

Tim raised an eyebrow at her but, reluctantly, carried the kid over to the crib so they could sleep separately.

“Fine. But I’m going to sleep before him so I don’t stress out all night.”

She snickered. “Fine. Fine.”

He climbed into bed, set a pillow between them, and promptly dozed off before he could get woken up by Damian whimpering through the night.

… Tim woke up a few hours later -- his body wasn’t quite used to sleeping through nights just yet -- to find that Marinette had brought the kid into bed with them again.

He smiled a little and moved the pillow out from between them. Even if Damian was currently too trapped in Marinette’s arms to even reach it, it was best to make sure it couldn’t happen.

Damian whimpered a little in his sleep again and Tim tipped his head to the side. He reached over and gently combed his fingers through the fuzzy little tufts of hair that the kid had so far. Damian relaxed.

Tim sighed and shifted in the bed until he was closer to Damian, then maneuvered through Marinette’s mess of limbs to press a tiny kiss to the top of his head. The baby smiled in his sleep and, though the kid couldn’t see it, he returned the smile. He rested an arm around the kid as well in hopes that it would keep the kid feeling safe before allowing himself to drift off.

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Any headcanons for Obikin raising little Luke? 😇

Yes yes Obi-kin is such a lovely ship. Master/Padawan love (be it forbidden attachments or not) is honestly adorable and because it's Obikin it's gonna be ten times sadder. But then comes in cute baby Luke to soothe those old wounds. Let's go anon!

TW: some violence, babying.

Padme is dead at his feet. Little Luke squirming in his hold as Bail holds Leia. He tells Bail to go. To take Leia to safety. He will go to Tatooine to send Luke to safety. His mission is cut short when low and behold a defected Anakin is awaiting him with Beru and Owen as his hostages.

"Anakin, let them go! They're innocent!" Obi-Wan cries. Anakin glances down at the bundle in Obi-Wan's arms. "Then give me what I want." Obi-Wan clutches the baby, not harmful but protective. "You will not have him." "I didn't say I wanted just him."

Obi-Wan agrees. He'll go with Anakin. Only to watch over Luke. To make sure Anakin-er, Vader. Won't hurt him. Anakin rolls his eyes at the same. "It was a stupid name. Fuck that nerfherder." Obi-Wan wonders is Sidious is dead. But they have to be on the run, so that's a no.

Obi-Wan holds Luke closely as they settle into their new home. It's far away. The baby fusses as he wants to eat something and Obi-Wan is right on it with a warm bottle. Anakin startles him as he enters the nursery. "Things will be different Obi-Wan.....master." Anakin sounds so painful as he holds a finger out for Luke to clutch. Obi-Wan says nothing. Anakin will have to prove that.

Luke is a toddling little baby who loves to giggle, suckle on his feet and hands and is supposed to be down for a nap but Anakin likes watching him while he's awake and squirmy.

Obi-Wan would be the more sensible parent-guardian (of course). He's looking into lessons to prepare Luke for the future while Anakin is screaming at how in the hell Luke managed to use the Force to crawl on the ceiling.

Anakin likes it when it's his turn for bath duty. That means sharing a big bubble bath with tons of toys and bathroom wall crayons and sponges and- "Anakin, those are for Luke to toy with." Obi-Wan has a headache.

Obi-Wan is always so gentle with Luke. He soothes away tummy aches, bad dreams and aching growing pains. He ensures Luke has soft clothes and cute feety-PJs.

Anakin is the one to see when Luke takes his first steps. It's to him. On wobbly legs and sensitive feet. But by Gods, Luke walks to him with arms out and a smile on his face. Anakin cheers him on, hugging him close. "That's my boy!" He nuzzles close to his baby. He treasures this moment and thanks the Force R2 recorded the whole thing.

"Black." "White." "He will do well in black." "White is tradition." They fight over his training clothes even though Luke isn't old enough to even speak. It won't go unsolved until years later either when Luke decides that he'd like a rose gold uniform instead.

Dinner time isn't always hectic but it is when Luke tries to fed himself and gets it all over himself. It's also more of a pain to get Anakin to eat whatever vegetable Obi-Wan cooked than Luke. Luke is a human trash compactor and isn't picky at all. A trait Obi-Wan loves.

Anakin doesn't deny the romantic feelings he has towards his master. Of course he loved Padme with all his heart. She will forever be his wife, but Obi-Wan is his master. Neither are deeper than the other, but both are important and that's what he tells Obi-Wan. That's when he proposes. Obi-Wan thinks on it, asks for a bit of time to think. He needs it. But he looks down at the child in Anakin's arms slumbering peacefully. The baby they raised together to be healthy and strong. Obi-Wan agrees, because Luke needs him. Anakin needs him.

They marry in beautiful silence with Luke at their side. It's all they need.

Luke likes to hang out with Anakin in the garage and bang on stuff. Sometimes he's useful and Anakin uses his tiny hands to poke and prod at things that won't harm him. Luke takes this as a sign he's helping.

When Anakin is out hunting for food or patrolling, he stays in the house with Obi-Wan where Obi-Wan tells him stories of the ages past and the fallen order.

When Luke is grown into the man Obi-Wan and Anakin are proud to call their son and young Jedi, he's sent off to help with the Rebellion. Obi-Wan and Anakin help as much as they can with The Rebellion, helping to end what Anakin COULD HAVE made worse by joining the Dark side.

Luke loves his Father and Papa. Hopefully they'll like his new Mandalorian Boyfriend.