#i miss piett

[musewrangler]

Flips on all the floodlights. LOOK AT THIS!! When I tell you guys that I go FERAL for fan art…!! You are the best @accidental-spice ! Thank you so so much for this I love it! And the clothing choices are on point. ❤️❤️❤️

“All right then,” Sola said and held her hand out to the Captain who took it in his. “Best of luck. We’re in this together. Don’t forget that.”

Hazel eyes met hers.

“I won’t, Your Highness.”

-- The Missing Queen, by @musewrangler , chapter six

This is part one of a project I've alluded to that will be relevant to like two whole people

Anyways, this is a scene from the aforementioned fic where Sola and Piett have started their scheme! I REALLY liked drawing her outfit, I was aiming for some low key Attolia vibes

[ask-sad-ghost-piett]

Back in my day, you had to sift through thousands of probe droid reports with the best hope being that you'd find a lead to the location of the Rebel Base. And yet, we still found the Rebel Base.

Nowadays, no one can find anything without an ancient map of some sorts directly leading to a specific individual and various supernatural nonsense. Worse still, the new generation has no idea whatsoever how to handle incomplete maps. They fall to pieces if they can't find the last piece.

Do you know how many pieces of a map to Luke Skywalker Captain Needa and I received during my career? Absolutely 0. You worked with what you had, and if that went awry, you were Force choked.

Do you know how many special Force sensitive tricks I had access to in the event that I could not locate Grand Admiral Thrawn? Absolutely 0. If I needed to contact him urgently, I called the Chimaera and was transferred 15 times with a total hold time of 6 hours before finally reaching his voice mail.

And so, next time I hear another living soul complaining about missing map pieces, I am going to throw my caf at them.

-Admiral Piett

[fandomsniper]

magical time of the week ✨

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Needa: We are kind of missing something.

Veers: Cohesion?

Jerjerrod: Teamwork?

Piett: A general sense of what we are doing?

Veers: And Motti is not here.

Piett: Oh, and that, yeah.

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Krennic: Wil, I'm afraid you have updog.

Tarkin, confused: What is...updog?

Krennic, grinning and turning around to look at Motti: Motti, pay up! I told you I could do it!

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Needa: His body showed clear signs that he was killed by belladonna.

Motti, Veers, Jerjerrod and Piett simultaneously: The porn star?

Needa: ...the poison.

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*Veers and Motti working together to open locked doors*

Veers: Hold me sideways, and use my head like a battering ram.

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Piett: The path to inner peace starts with four words.

Piett: Not my fucking problem.

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Motti: 'You'll never find the body' is such a boring threat. A better threat would be; 'You'll never stop finding the body.'

Veers, scrolling on his padd: Or just say, 'They'll be finding parts of you for at least four months...and you'll still be alive for three of them.'

Motti: Now that's a threat!

Everyone around them: *horrified silence*

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Piett, whispering to the phone: Where. Are. You. Tiaan?! This place is fancy and I don't know which fork to kill myself with!

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Krennic: My darling, My love, The light of my life, My moon and stars, My-

Tarkin: Just tell me what you broke.

Krennic: ...

Krennic: Okay, but please don't be mad...

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Jerjerrod: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Conan!

Motti: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.

[sourskywalker]

Mrs Darth Vader - part 8; A wedding fit for an Empress

Relationship; Darth Vader x Fem!Reader

Series Summary: Newly appointed Emperor Vader, has been hassled about getting married and producing an heir. Whilst having a meeting with Admiral Piett he meets his second in command’s daughter, Y/n.

Series Warnings: Age difference, forced marriage, eating disorders, postpartum depression, suicide attempt, toxic relationship, smut, angst, pregnancy, darth vader is not only a massive creep but also an asshole, referenced suicide

Chapter Warning: N/A

Chapter Summary: The moment Y/n has been dreading; The wedding

(GIF in no way correlates to the readers skin tone)

“This is ridiculous, could I not have been allowed an extra half hour of sleep?” You stare unamused towards your tutor, who simply shrugged their shoulders and resumed their explanation “You’ve been practically hammering into my head how the ceremony is going to occur, do I really need to hear it once more?”

“Miss Piett..” The tutor sighs, pinching the bridge of their nose “In just a few short hours you will be married to the most powerful man in the Galaxy, and not only that, but you will become the most powerful woman in the Galaxy…I will continue to explain up until you are about to step into the carriage” You shook your head, knowing there was no point in arguing “Now…After your vows have taken place you will….” You chose to ignore what they were saying, instead opting to look at each portrait you passed “Oh maker would you look at the time! You’re meant to be in the dressing room”

With an internal groan you followed your tutor down the long corridors, occasionally catching a few cuss words escaping their pursed lips as they made their way towards your bridal suite. You’d been dreading this since the moment you woke up, knowing that by the time you entered the double doors there was definitely no getting out of this mess. “…We are on a tight schedule…” The tutor mutters, fingers resting on their chin as they seem deep in thought “Wedding is in the late afternoon, no afterparty as they both leave for Naboo straight away where the consummation is to occur…” You only heard tidbits of what was being uttered, though the thought of consummating your marriage with Vader loomed over you like a dark cloud

“Miss Piett?” A maid asks, stepping behind you and looking at you “Are you alright?” You blink a few times, turning to face her and giving her a soft wavering smile

“Yes..” Looking back towards the mirror, you cringe inwardly at the sight before you. When you thought of your surprise wedding dress, you never imagined a frumpy pile of fabric practically drowning you, the lace cuff sleeve rubbed against your skin uncomfortably with each small movement, and the puffs that lay on your shoulders caused the fabric to cling to your sweating skin “I’m fine” You blinked back tears

This didn’t look like a wedding dress, this was something only dolls wore.

“Careful!” The tailor snapped, eyeing your movements like a hawk “You nearly stepped on the train” You quickly turned to look behind you, and sure enough there was a train, at least thirty feet of fabric bunched behind you

“Miss, hold still” A cold hand pressed against your chin as they continued to apply a bit of rouge to your cheeks and then moved on to applying a sticky gloss to your lips “Almost done..” She mutters to herself “There” She smiles, taking a step away from you to admire her work “You look beautiful”

You turned to the mirror, holding back a look of disappointment at what you saw before you; This- this girl wasn’t you, this girl is a future empress, you are not a future empress, you’re meant to be out there in the world, acting, hanging out with what little friends you had, going out and getting blackout drunk because that is what nineteen year olds are doing these days, people these days aren’t getting married to someone old enough to be their parent and ruling a galaxy.

Where had you gone wrong..?

“Miss Piett?” A young boy, around your age, peeks his head around the corner, he stares for a moment or two before the tailor gets annoyed and clears their throat and breaks him from his trance “Oh! Uhm, Miss Piett, the carriage is ready” He steps forward, giving you a small and awkward bow before rushing off

“Miss” Alicgil steps behind you with a velvet pillow resting on the palm of her hand, she plucks the tiara from its spot and gently places it atop your head, she put the pillow aside and her hands come to rest against your shoulder comfortingly, she looks forward into the mirror “Everything will be okay” But the uneasiness in her expression said anything but and you sighed, holding her hand on your shoulder for a moment before brushing past her

“Wait a minute!” You turn to look at the tailor who steps forward and brandishes a veil “You cannot leave without this” They click their fingers and a few maids move towards you, placing the veil on top of your head and then shoving a bouquet of flowers into your gloved grasp, they step away from you, eyeing you for a moment and then nod to themself “You are ready”

You turn back to the door, taking a deep breath as you slowly start to walk forward, your eyes planted on the ground so as not to embarrass yourself by tripping over.

You watched from the safety of the carriage, eyes widening at the amount of people who stood behind the barricades, waving and chattering excitedly as they caught a brief glimpse of you as the carriage continued towards its destination. A nudge in the ribs from your father and a nod towards the crowd had you waving your hand and putting the brightest smile on “This is your wedding day, Y/n. Do not disappoint me.” He whispered into your ear, your eye twitched slightly but the small movement went unnoticed by Firmus

The tiara placed on your so-called immaculate hairstyle had never felt more heavier as the carriage gradually slowed until it stopped and the door flung open. Flashes from cameras evaded your senses as Firmus climbed out of the carriage first and then extended a hand to help you out

“Thank you. Firmus” You clutched his hand tightly as you clambered out, you stared at him coldly and he shifted uncomfortably but then you plastered on a wide smile, squeezing his hand reassuringly as you turned towards the red carpeted stairs that led towards the double door, you smiled and waved to the people standing behind the barricades

Firmus slowly led you through the double doors and down the aisle. If it didn’t feel like you were being led to your doom you would’ve been impressed by how beautiful the venue was. But the thought was squashed when you looked up and realised Vader was standing at the end, he had yet to turn and look at you, but you knew he could sense your presence as his mask tilted slightly before turning back

“Hello.”

“Hello.” Firmus guided your hand into Vaders who took yours gently

Too gently.

The whole wedding droned on and you felt yourself near to falling asleep a couple of times, but the gentle grip Vader had on your hand would tighten slightly to keep you grounded.

“Kneel, my wife” Vader spoke, he leaned slightly helping you get comfortable on the carpet as he turned away momentarily before returning with a beautifully intricate gold and sapphire crown resting on his palms “Under the gaze of the maker I crown you; Y/n, Empress of the Skyriver Galaxy. May the force be with you” He placed the crown on your head and an eruption of cheers reverberated throughout the venue as people stood from their respective seats and applauded the newly married couple

TAGLIST: @mariamyousef702

[musewrangler]

PIETT.

Veers inhaled sharply, his eyes snapping open as the wave of memory crashed over him, drowning him in the depths.

Oh kark. Kark no.

He got his arms under himself and shoved up into a sitting position, medical alarms blaring. He unclipped one of the drips in his arm and prepared to swing his legs over the bed when a storm of professional outrage entered the room.

“What in the KARK do you think you’re doing, Colonel? Get your ass back in that bed or I will SEDATE you this second.”

Veers paused and glared right back at Doctor Henley—Chief Medical Officer of the Resolute and galaxy’s most abrasive personality.

“Where is the Captain?” he rapped, as medics came running to reattach his line and help tuck him against his pillows.

Force damn it, the fact that Piett wasn’t in here with him was frankly terrifying. His friend had been through just as much as he had, there surely wasn’t any way Henley would have released him…

[christian-oc-tournament]

Some Lieutenant Madeline (Maddy) Hatley propaganda:

(Because she will protect Piett from a cold)

“This has to be done,” he said, and hoped that didn’t sound too petulant. He gave her a stern look which was promptly ruined by a sneeze.

“Mmhm. Admiral, have you had cold meds?”

“ Yes , Hatley, I’ve had the meds. Please, can we not fuss about this? How many of us have worked through colds? Hm?”

Hatley blew out a breath. “Kark, sir, you’re worse than my brothers. They were always trying to prove how tough they were…”

“I am not trying to prove how ‘tough’ I am….!” he interjected indignantly.

“....whether it was a physical injury or an illness,” continued the lieutenant without missing a beat. “Of course they were also men, so they always went down much more quickly with colds than I did…”

“Hatley,” he said sharply. “Thank you for the fascinating look into your family’s history with colds but I need to…”

“What needs to be done then, sir?” she said, coming around to stand beside him. “And did you have dinner?”

No. He was not having mother henning right now. Not from a woman who was shorter than he was and half his age, no matter how much he appreciated her.

“That is not your concern, Lieutenant,” he told her calmly and failed to suppress another sneeze.

Force damn it.

“Well that’s fair, sir, but it will be the Doctor’s,” she replied, hands on her hips.

She was seriously threatening….

“A little beyond your duties there, Hatley, don’t you think?” he asked, rising and succumbing to the need to blow his nose, pitching the tissue in the disposal unit.

“Your health and well being are part of our duties, sir,” Hatley said, sounding like a training manual. Then she came around again to stand in front of him and look up into his face earnestly. “But that’s not why we do this job--any of us. You know that, Admiral. And I care about the fact that you look like one of the General’s AT-AT’s stepped on you, sir.”

He snorted lightly. But her little pug nosed face was sincere and she bit her lip as she held his gaze, silently pleading with him to listen to her.

“Hatley…..I truly have to finish this tonight.”

“Okay.” She nodded. “I can help then. Do you have to write replies?”

“I’ve been keeping it largely to yes and no with my signature.”

“Good,” she said. “Then sir, I think you should lie on your sofa. I can give you the gist of the reports and---you have a printed signature right? It’s not all by hand?”

“Yes, Lieutenant,” he replied, amused.

“All right. You and me, sir, we’ll bung these out and then you can get to your quarters.”

She was so earnest and he was reminded of many times where she had risked so much to keep him safe.

“Very well, Lieutenant Hatley,” he sighed.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31616678/chapters/82903234

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[angelosearch]

This has been languishing in my drafts for a while but with the new season of The Bad Batch being dropped today, I thought maybe it would be a good time to discuss...

The Actual and Potential Star Wars References in Final Fantasy VIII

Preface: For your standard nerd, I was a very late bloomer when it came to Star Wars. The first piece of Star Wars media I actually got into was Clone Wars when I was in my mid-twenties. So the first time my husband saw me play Final Fantasy VIII, he kept saying "That's a Star Wars reference!" and I was like "pffft, no way, not everything is Star Wars."

Now revisiting this game as someone who is so into Star Wars I can give you a 60-slide PowerPoint on why I love Thrawn (recent book series version) and identify characters by just their lightsaber, I can tell you: This game has many connections to Star Wars. Honestly, I will probably miss some in this post.

And it is a long one.

But first, the spiritual connection

We all know that the Final Fantasy series is peppered with Star Wars references; perhaps most notably, Biggs and Wedge. However, I like to think the connection between FFVIII and Star Wars is a little deeper.

FFVIII and the first installment of the Star Wars prequel movies, Episode I: The Phantom Menace, both came out in 1999, which means they were both being produced around the same time. They were both extremely ambitious projects in their field. But I think one of the strongest connections is that both the movie and FFVIII were pioneers in utilizing motion capture technology, and, in doing so, completely changed their medium. (If you want to learn more about the importance of motion capture in the history of Star Wars media, I highly recommend the podcast The Redemption of Jar Jar Binks.)

This may be controversial, and I adore Episodes 1, 2 and 3 so I mean this is the utmost affection, but I kind of think of FFVIII as the "Prequels" of the Final Fantasy series. The Star Wars prequel films were reviled by long-time fans of the IP when they were first released, because they seemed silly, because they deviated from what people were used to from the series, because they took big swings, because the dialogue was a little clunky at times, because the nuance of the characters and the politics was lost on some. But, the Prequels are now being appreciated, mostly by those who grew up with them. Sound familiar?

Onto the in-game connections!

I am going to try to move from the connections that I am most certain are intended to least certain.

Biggs and Wedge. This serially demoted bumbling duo from the Galbadian army share names with Biggs Darklighter and Wedge Antilles--two Red Squadron pilots who fight alongside Luke Skywalker.

Piet. Or should I say Piett? The space guy in FFVIII is named after the Imperial Officer Fleet Admiral Firmus Piett.

Only one of the most iconic lines in Star Wars history. When Squall goes to retrieve Ellone from the library mid-disk 2, Squall is spinning out and asks "why me?" As Ellone is leaving, she says under her breath, "You're my only hope." Um, Obi Kenobi called, he wants his Leia recording back.

EXCUSE ME, BUT IS THAT A TIE FIGHTER? Nope, that's a spaceship we briefly see when we are getting into the Lunar Base on disk 3.

Lunar Cry is a deep, deep, deep cut? Screen Rant calls this the biggest FFVIII allision to Star Wars, but I am not familiar with the comic being referenced. It's still interesting though so I'll pull the quote:

The biggest Star Wars allusion in this Final Fantasy game, however, involves the Lunar Cry phenomenon which works similarly to the pull of the tides. The gravitational pull between the moon and planet occasionally brings about the Lunar Cry, where the moon's surface becomes so saturated with monsters, that it creates a gateway for monsters to fall on and attack the planet. This is a direct parallel to how the Beast Wars started in the Dark Horse comic miniseries, Star Wars: Tales of the Jedi, in which the planet of Onderon and its moon - Dxun - would connect once a year during their orbit. The native monsters of Dxun learned to use the "oxygen bridge" created from this occurrence to travel to Onderon which inevitably resulted in the Beast Wars.

NORG and Jabba. I think they look alike but also have similarities in the way they move and speak.

Martine and Nida. The Headmaster of the Galbadian Garden is named "Martine" in the English version because perhaps it was too obvious to call him "Dodonna" like he was in other translations. Jan Dodonna was one of the first generals to join the rebel alliance in Star Wars. Nida is a bit of a stretch (and honestly I didn't know this one until I looked it up) but there is a character by the name of Lorth Needa who is an imperial lieutenant commander. Like Nida, he controls a big ship (Imperial Star Destroyer Avenger) during an important battle (the Battle of Hoth).

"You can go about your business." I am pretty sure this is just part of a larger trope, but Galbadian soldiers and Storm Troopers are characterized very similarly. They are always masked, ineffectual, silly, and easily manipulated. Plus the soldiers are very weak in battle. Maybe they miss a lot of their shots?

Probably not references, but interesting parallels

Mysterious parentage/separation from sibling leads to epic destiny. Squall grew up an orphan. Being disconnected from his parents and a secure sense of home, along with living in that particular orphanage, made Squall, well, Squall. And then of course is his canon event of being separated from Ellone. Those beginnings set him on his path toward his fate. His mother is dead, possibly dying in childbirth (like Padme), he has forgotten his sister (Luke just doesn't know), and his father, not aware of his existence, is at the helm of a powerful "empire" (like Anakin/Vader). Of course, Laguna's character arc is much different from Anakin's, but I can still see a sort of "Luke, I am your father" moment happening between Squall and Laguna post-game. (Side note: Does that make Kiros and Ward R2-D2 and C-3PO???)

Gold eyes = evil. Palpatine and Anakin (as Sith lords) and Edea (when under Ultimecia's control) and Ultimecia all have gold eyes. Adel is my c-c-c-combo breaker here but I also know there are other evil characters throughout the Star Wars canon that have red eyes. (NOBODY SAY THRAWN.)

SPACCCCEE! Just space. While I am out here Charlie-Day-murder-boarding it (again) I might as well throw this in. Also, sorry sequels, but Rinoa did floating out in space and surviving because of an unseen power (the force of love?) first.

EZRA BRIDGER HAS A GUNBLADE!!! In Star Wars Rebels, Jedi-in-training (AND ORPHAN) Ezra Bridger builds his first lightsaber to have a blaster at the hilt. Also, he later gets a facial scar.

A character's home gets blown up. Sorry Trabia and Alderaan. :(

Idk, I need to look more into this but something about Esthar reminds me of Coruscant. Anybody else get that vibe?

So there you have it! My Venn Diagram of two of my favorite things. That's all the conspiracies I have time for today. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

Edited for typos. Of which there were many. My apologies.

[galaxacious]

If you worked on a chapter for 19 months, you would have insane thoughts about it and the whole story too:

Something I was careful to do the whole fic was never mention how many loops Piett though he'd been through. It wasn't really important to the story. But I'll say here I settled on the final number of 603. Great job, Piett. You did heaps better than some of the other unfortunate guys I've stuck in time loops.

I also never mentioned what exactly it was that Veers said to get Piett down onto Endor's moon. I had 2.5 years to think of something and I never thought of a plausible explanation so... I decided there wasn't one! In-universe I've decided that Veers just occasionally calls the Fleet Admiral down to discuss "war stuff" but everyone knows it's just a social visit. Vader lets it happen because he does not give a shit.

Throughout the whole fic, but I think especially in the last chapter, there's particular attention paid to names that I wanted to highlight. When Piett doesn't respect the Alliance, he calls them rebels. Once he's told they prefer to be called the Alliance, he sticks with that the whole rest of the fic. The lack of capitalisation for rebels is on purpose - he doesn't say it like a proper noun. He also never calls the little tree bears Ewoks until the very last moment - when he's joining the end celebrations. Like he didn't want to get their names right until they became allies. It's just something that he does and probably isn't consciously aware of, that he uses dehumanisation as a tool. He can't completely shed the teachings of the Empire in one story, he doesn't become the epitome of Good. But he does enough anyway, without being perfect.

There's a lot of care with how Piett addresses the Emperor as well. It's only in the second throne room confrontation that Piett even addresses the Emperor, and by that point Leia's convinced him he's basically a part of the Alliance at that point, and he follows Luke's lead with "Your Highness". So it's one way of showing that he and Luke are on the same side, and it also avoids Piett calling the Emperor "Your Imperial Majesty" which is like, an honour above Your Highness. It's a bootlicker phrase. Imperial Majesty, blegh. Jerk him off, while you're at it.

I changed the whole scene between Piett n Leia multiple times. The first complete draft of it (in September of last year I believe) had Piett giving an appeal to emotion, and Leia pretending to buy it, before beating him up and escaping. But I ended up thinking it was too out of character. Piett's not manipulative like that and Leia would never pretend to buy it. But Leia would try to sway Piett to her side, and Piett could have an emotionally stunted conversation about it, if forced :)

The conversations were so so difficult. I am an action writer, and I intended to write a crack-filled action romp, and I ended up writing a lot of conversations where no-one listens to Piett or they forget what he says and he has to repeat himself a lot. (Write what you know, I suppose.) When I get stuck in action scenes I can usually find a solution in a few minutes and carry on. When I get stuck in dialogue I have to do something else for a week while thinking through all the layers. What does a character actually think. What do they want to express. What can't they say. What is the other person picking up on and what are they missing or getting wrong. And then what are they thinking and saying in return. So I go through that whole process to write one line and then I have to do something else for another week. Hell. Hell on earth. Hellish.

But it was fun, that one and only time Piett got the upper hand in a conversation with Anakin. Every conversation with Lord Vader in chapters 1 - 4 is basically an opportunity for Vader to exert his dominance over Piett. But the last chapter? Piett's over it. There's a real "I'm not trapped in here with you, you're trapped in here with me" energy to the way Piett speaks to Vader. It pretty much equalises by the very end though, but inside the Millennium Falcon, man. Piett finally out-stubborns Anakin. I think that'd be the only realistic way to do it. I had a whole speech prepared where Piett tearfully emotes at Anakin until he agrees to live, but as Piett thinks in the story, if that sort of thing didn't work with Luke, it wouldn't with Piett. Perhaps if it was a love story...

Anyway, I was also proud of Piett's "it is sweet and right to die for one's galaxy" which some readers might recognise as the Star Wars version of a line from the famous WW1 poem Dulce Et Decorum Est. If you did, I am proud of you also.

Every time Piett said Kark or Force or Shavit, I wished he could say Fuck and Jesus Christ and Shit. It just fits so well, but I decided no real swears in this fic. "Kark me running" is almost as funny. (Horrifically, though, when I want to swear and I cannot, I automatically say kark now. Which is terribly confusing because here in aus we already say kark, we say "he's karked it" as a very casual way of saying that someone's died, but it isn't, like, a swear word.)

I love me some parallels. Okay, so in chapter 3, when Piett has his first major conversation with Vader, he's on his knees, surrounded by ice and water, and Vader's tall and imposing and water's dripping off his helmet like tears. Contrast that with the end of the last chapter, where Piett is on his knees, surrounded by flames, and Anakin drops down to the ground with him and offers him a hand up, OUGH that's what I'm talking about babey. That's the good shit.

Piett also has a sudden wicked thought in chapter 1 that the time loop isn't about him, and another wicked thought in chapter 5 on how to finally win an argument with Anakin. He's come full circle!

One last thing, I super enjoyed writing Piett's unreliable narrator perspective. I loved making him get things wrong, or ignoring things, or speculating in the complete wrong direction. I love how the audience knew more than him the whole way through. It was fantastic.

Those are my main thoughts. I have more, but I probably should have used the 45 minutes typing this up studying instead. Alas. Next up for Star Wars, I'd like to do a brief one-shot, then do the next chapter of Quadrillion, and then finally put to paper the horror fic I had the idea for about two years ago. Though maybe for that last one, I might write the whole thing before publishing the first chapter!

[saintvainglorious]

Fics I Enjoyed in September & October

Includes 10 fics from the following fandoms: Black Sails, Captive Prince, DC Comics, Harry Potter, Star Wars

Compromising by samvelg Star Wars | Gen | 13k | Not Rated

Five times Admiral Piett misunderstands the nature of Luke and Vader's relationship, and the one time he doesn't.

Paternal Relations by willowcrowned/@willowcrowned Star Wars | Gen | 1k | Teen & Up

“No,” Vader says, “I am your father.” Every bit of the pain, the terror, and the rage that have been flooding Luke’s senses is completely drowned out by utter confusion. What, he thinks, the fuck. Then, a sinking feeling completely overtakes him. The Force is telling him the truth of Vader’s words— he can feel them resonating, falling along invisible threads and weaving their way through his being— but there’s something not quite right about them. Vader is his father, at least technically, but there’s something he’s missing, something that he— Oh shit, Luke thinks, Vader is my dad’s ex-husband.

What Lurks in the Dark by DragonflyBreak Star Wars | Gen | 155k | Teen & Up | Part 1 of Along a Different Path

A simple mission to check out an abandoned weapons factory turns into a dangerous fight for survival. Trust is broken, loyalties will be tested, and dark secrets are brought to light. Because sooner or later, the truth always comes out.

Lovefool by Kittendiamore Captive Prince | Damen/Laurent | 5k | General Audiences

It starts, embarrassingly enough, with an ad from Craigslist: "I’m a 21 y.o art student (male), writing a thesis on the relationship between performance and the awareness of the audience. You don’t care about that. I’m an actor offering to give you the most dramatic night of your life. I’ll be your date to any event/function/family gathering, and convince your friends/family members that I’m either: the biggest mistake of your life or the best thing that ever happened to you. Up to you. I’m very good at what I do."

all this and heaven too by spinawren/@wrenaspun Captive Prince | Damen/Laurent | 15k | Mature | Part 1 of selkieverse

Laurent felt his mouth twist. “You want me to stay, but not enough to do anything about it.” Damen’s expression softened. “I wouldn’t make you stay,” he said, “for the world.” He said, “Laurent, it would be such a sacrifice.”

we shall be free; we shall find peace by mediant/@blorb-el DC Comics | Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne | 36k (WIP) | Mature

Clark has accepted what it means to be Lex's prisoner - the pain of the Green, the experiments, the hands on it. The long years buried in its containment cell, let out only to act as Lex's weapon, as Lex's tool. It had fought back at first, but years have ground it down and away to almost nothing. Then Lex hands it a baby. And Clark realizes that while it may have hurt humans, and lied about what it is, and it may deserve to be locked away - Kon deserves to be free.

thieves by Ajaxthegreat Black Sails | James Flint/Charles Vane | 4k (WIP) | Explicit

“I’m not averse,” Vane says, and Flint marvels at it: his ability to be so entirely straightforward, his total lack of shame or subtext.

Theories of Magic and Mind by M_Leigh/@morgan-leigh Harry Potter | Sirius Black/Remus Lupin | 28k | Teen & Up

“Pensieves are subjective, just like memories are,” Remus continued. “So I can’t just—pull out memories of Hogwarts and play them like films for you to show you exactly what happened. A lot of it is sort of fuzzy and fragmented and it’s not a reliable record of events. But I thought it might be helpful.” Sirius considered the fact that circumspect, reserved Remus Lupin was offering to crack open his mind and let Sirius inside. “All right then.” Memory magic, across three eras.

Light in August by orestesfasting Harry Potter | Sirius Black/Remus Lupin | 21k | Explicit

Summer, 1977. With the full moon approaching, Sirius heads up to the Lupins' countryside cottage to make himself useful. Or to make a complete and utter arse out of himself, because really, that's all he can seem to do around Remus these days.

Born Under Punches by orestesfasting Harry Potter | Sirius Black/Remus Lupin | 13k | Mature

The truth is that he’s kept this love on the back burner of his heart for so many years that he’s grown accustomed to the smell and can sometimes almost ignore it completely. He likes to think he’s made peace with the fact that he’ll never know what it tastes like.

Frog and Toad Aren't Friends Anymore by swordfishtrombones Harry Potter | Sirius Black/Remus Lupin | 10k | Mature

“Is this really all because I wouldn’t live with you?” Remus is still feeling a little fuzzy, but he’s beginning to get chilly and fed up, and he wants to be on common ground. “Some people just aren’t good flatmates. I wasn’t trying to say I liked Adrian and Mary better than you, or whatever you’re thinking.” Sirius runs a hand through his hair and squints at the streetlight, twisting his mouth like Remus is truly hopeless. “It hurt,” says Sirius, “my feelings.”

[pianopadawan]

Lorth Needa Headcanons

So, I had some people ask about Captain Needa headcanons online so I decided to make a post. I have different headcanons for crack vs. serious verses, so I've divided them up here.

General Headcanons:

Given that he joined the navy under the Galactic Republic and served as a lieutenant in the Clone Wars, he's several years older than Piett. Nonetheless, the two are very close. Most of the time they don't notice the age difference but Piett will joke about Needa being old sometimes.

He was born and raised in Coruscant but likes to travel. He's not prejudiced but there's still a lot he doesn't know about the Outer Rim.

He is bisexual and dated both men and women prior to meeting his wife during the Galactic Republic era.

His wife is a biologist who continued her work into the Imperial era. Her research is highly classified and Lorth knows next to nothing about it.

He has three kids by the time of the original trilogy, two daughters and a son. His eldest daughter was born shortly before the start of the Clone Wars, resulting in Needa missing a large chunk of her early childhood. This is part of why he arranged to have his family live "on base" in one of the Star Destroyers after the Empire was formed. His younger daughter and son were born in the early years of the Empire. He's a good father to all of them but closest to the second daughter.

Very loyal to the Galactic Republic and then to the Galactic Empire. Needa views the Empire as a continuation of the Republic with some much-needed improvements. He's a nice guy, but definitely not about to defect to the Rebellion anytime soon. Similarly to Piett, he groups the Rebellion together with Separatists and criminal gangs and truly believes that the Empire is a peacekeeping organization.

Mild-mannered guy but loves thrill rides and high-intensity sports in his free time. This is shocking to all his fellow Imperials.

Crack-Verse Headcanons:

Needa founded the Imperial Adopt a Tauntaun Refuge Fund with the Emperor's blessing because tauntauns are Emperor Palpatine's favorite animal. Since its foundation, the charity has rescued thousands of tauntauns from unethical Rebel handlers. Needa has fostered many orphan taunlets whom he treats like his children. They have all imprinted on him Jurassic World-style and will flock to him if he visits the refuge.

He finds baking therapeutic and due to the large amount of stress he has to put up with, he's gotten very good at it.

He brings food to a lot of the meetings but doesn't take credit for it. So, everyone just assumed the food was catered by whatever COMPNOR initiative organized the meeting. After Needa's death, the food stops and everyone's grumpy about it.

He invites Jerjerrod and Piett over frequently for brunch/gossip, emphasis on the gossip.

Needa realized Piett was attracted to Veers very early on and has been shipping them for years. He's also been there for a lot of Piett's "he could never love me" episodes. He's given emotional support for his kids through their teens but this is far worse.

Mediocre with a blaster but extremely good at laser tag.

Needa keeps acting as the third wheel for couples but doesn't realize it. Veers and Piett are too nice to say anything and the hints keep going over Needa's head.

At one point, Needa was stuck in an elevator with Motti and Jerjerrod. He was deeply upset by the amount of PDA that happened in those five minutes and ranted to Piett about it afterwards. ("How could they let my taunlet see such things?!")

Has legitimately tried to befriend Lord Vader to no avail.

In an Empire Wins crackverse that I have, Needa finds the falcon after running an update to essentially get a better rearview camera on the ISD Avenger. He is subsequently promoted to Grand Admiral and forever alters galactic history. He is subsequently Piett's Best Man for Piett and Veers's wedding.

Needa can dance. Very well. Too well. This is very disturbing for Piett.

Needa is the long-suffering mom friend of the imp crew. One day, he is going to snap.

Serious Verse Headcanons:

His first daughter went into scientific research. The second has only ever wanted to join the navy like her dad. It's cute early on when she's going around on Empire Day wearing his old officer's cap, but as she gets older, Lorth doesn't know how to break it to her that the Imperial Navy is accepting fewer and fewer women with each cycle. Lorth isn't sexist himself, but he's realistic and doesn't really see the world changing for the better by the time his daughter comes of age. He's also worried about the rate of assault in coed ISDs.

Needa has been close friends with Piett since the first year of the Empire. He got to know Piett through the latter's husband and attended their wedding. This makes Needa's death especially difficult for Piett in ESB. Piett suspects that Vader was aware of this fact and purposely killed Needa in front of him, knowing it would be an especially potent warning to Piett.

Needa spoke briefly with Piett minutes before his death, during which Piett attempted to dissuade him from confronting Vader. Needa argued that if he did not report to Vader himself, the Sith Lord would seek to punish the entire crew of the ISD Avenger. Consequently, it was better to sacrifice one man. He asks Piett to watch out for his family after his death. Had he known that Vader would execute not only him but his family soon afterwards, Needa likely would have acted differently.

The only members of Needa's family who escape Vader's wrath are his cousin, Virar, and his second daughter, who was away at the academy at the time of her father's death. Lorth's wife, eldest daughter and son were on board the ISD Avenger during the pursuit of the Millennium Falcon and were all executed soon after Lorth's death.

[starboundanon]

IWM, Vader on Alderaan for the actual wedding

OHHH MYYY GODDD. I'VE BEEN HANKERING FOR THIS SCENE FOREVER. Imperial (Wedding) March by @trashikin is genuinely god tier, fuck.

Send me a missing scene!

As far as royal weddings on Alderaan go, this is a small and sad affair.

Not that he's an expert, of course. The opposite, in fact. He could care less how much money and manpower the Organas waste on this farce. A quick, professional, forgettable ceremony suits him just fine. The less time he has to spend on this grassy rock, submitting to his Master's bidding, the fewer messes there will be to clean up when he returns to his flagship.

The Organas, thankfully, seem to agree.

Very few are present for the wedding itself. The Queen and her husband, of course, as well as the officiant overseeing the exchanging of the vows — an Imperial officer their Emperor commanded them to use, who has spent the better part of this ordeal sneaking smug smirks at Senator Organa like a petty child.

Next to the Queen and her consort is her heir, the future Queen, Princess Leia Organa, who has yet to look away from Vader's mask for even a single moment. Her dark eyes bore into him from across the arch, earth brown irises wreathed in flames. A pity, that Bail and Breha's furious little spitfire is not Force sensitive. What a remarkable Sith she would make.

And then, of course, there's Vader's bride himself. The decidedly unremarkable Prince Luke.

The boy makes far less of an impression than his sibling. He is dressed, not in white, as some cultures might prefer, but in dull grey and drab robes, a wrap over his shoulders that gives his frame a stocky, uninteresting shape. His hair is braided and coiled against his skull so tightly, Vader hadn't noticed the uncommonly long length of it until Luke was right in front of him. Perhaps the boy wished to appear more masculine, standing between his regal mother and striking sister. A pathetic, useless attempt.

Beside Vader, his own required witness, Captain Piett, stands firmly at attention, eyes on the officiant. Beyond that, the grand courtroom of the royal family is cold and empty. No decorations, no throngs of guests. Vader is glad of the quiet, of the clinical nature. But the attempted insult to his Master's whims is irksome all the same.

"We will now exchange your vows," the officiant says, grinning wide at the disgusted expression that Bail Organa fails to hide. "Lord Vader, you may begin."

The words belt from his lips like wood on a chopping block, in quick succession, accentuated by the pure vitriol in his voice. This is as much a punishment for himself as it is for Breha and Bail, he knows. Words that were never meant to be meaningless, that had been sacred to him for over two decades, become tainted as he spews them at this dull-eyed little waif, to cherish and protect, to guide and support, leaving the taste of ashes in his mouth.

The officiant smiles when he finishes, the only person in the entire cavernous room to do so.

"Your turn, Your Highness."

The boy raises his eyes, but doesn't meet Vader's gaze. Few are capable of doing so through the dark lenses of his helmet, but somehow, it feels intentional.

He doesn't bother to listen to the droning recitation of the younger man's vows, until Luke drones his way through, "...to cherish and protect, to guide — " and the officiant suddenly raises his hand, halting his speech, mid-word.

"To cherish, protect and obey," he corrects, entirely too pleased with himself. "This is a lifelong commitment, Your Highness. I must ask that you take it seriously."

Something flashes across Luke's face then, just a spark, and then it's gone. Vader looks at him for perhaps the first time, really looks at him, noticing how white he's gone along the square curve of his jaw, the flame-blue chill of those wide eyes, narrowed into a glare.

Leia Organa's brother, after all.

"Pardon me, my Lord," he grits out, between clenched teeth. "To cherish, protect and obey, to guide and support, from this day forward, til death do we part."

The smile on the officer's face turns unmistakably cruel. "Indeed, Your Highness." He hands Vader a datapad, the certificate staring up at him mockingly, watches them both sign, their displeasure a matching set. "I now pronounce you wed. Lord Vader, you may — "

"No," he barks, snatching the datapad from Piett the moment the man scrawls his signature, shoving the offending object into the officiant's chest with the Force. "This ceremony is over. We will be taking our leave."

That flash crosses the young prince's face again, gone as quickly as it came. Vader braces himself for the tantrum, for the screaming retort, the wails of this beautiful, loving family ripped apart.

Instead, that curious expression flares and dies back into a familiar mask of neutrality, a face Vader now knows is as much a farce as this entire wedding has been.

"Lead the way, my Lord."

[tsukuyomi42]

What if imperial officers had pokemon, part 1: Piett

Piett is quite a shiny collector, but in true Piett fashion, he got all his shinies, with the exception of Sinistea, by accident.

His absol started following him during a specially nasty ground mission Piett had no business being assigned to but Ozzel sent him anyway, so he got a free shiny absol

His sobble wasn't supposed to be his, it was going to be sent to Thrawn but due to a mistake its pokeball was sent to the wrong ship, he was going to give the pokemon back but Thrawn decided he should stay with sobble (sobble and Piett are way too similar)

Sinistea however is a different story, it was a gift, Veers caught this sinistea specially for him, he actually spend 2 days looking for it, its a phony form, but it doesn't matter, they love this little cup of tea

His joltik, while normal, has a story behind her, she basically invaded Jerjerrod's quarters while he slept, and the second he saw the electric spider he called the first number in his datapad, which happened to be Piett's, in the end Piett caught the small spider, taking multiple thunderbolts in the process

His alolan meowth used to belong to his mother, he took it with him when he enlisted as an officer (sometimes he thinks his mother misses the pokemon more than she misses him...)

His crobat is both his ace and his oldest pokemon, he got him as a small zubat in the lower levels of Axxila and raised him from the very begining, this crobat was one of his few friends growing up and still holds a special place in his heart.

This is Piett's team in this madness of a crossover, originally he was going to get only one shiny but in the end I decided to give him some more (he deserves some nice pokemon).

[zeldurz]

Tag ten people you’d like to get to know better

Thank you to @seikilos-stele for the tag!

Three ships: The Chimaera (SW), The Enterprise-D (ST), The Endurance (IRL)

Three ships: right this second? Piett/Veers (SW), Thrawn/Pellaeon (SW), Moira/Mercy (Overwatch)

First ship: uhhhhh… couldn’t tell you. Zero and Yuuki from Vampire Knight maybe?

Last song/album: jumping all over the world by scooter/the Galavant Soundtrack

Last movie: is it cringe if I say Empire Strikes Back? Last one in theatres was Spiderverse tho

Currently reading: … nothing right this second. But if I had more time I would be re-reading Strange Practice by Vivian Shaw

Currently watching: getting caught up on Mando so I can be properly disappointed prepared for the Ashoka show

Last thing you wrote: a crackfic where Motti goes to Starbucks and misses the Death Star Explosion that turned out sappier than i expected (link)

Currently writing: I have about 10000000000 wips on the go (and a bunch of collabs!) as per usual, but I think the one I am most currently excited about is a “Veers gets cybernetic legs after the battle of Hoth, but what if instead of instantly replacing his limbs and behaving completely the same he instead had to get used to them and deal with the complications of losing both your legs” with all the hurt/comfort that entails.

Tagging uhhh… @alexx-dax @pianopadawan @starsinmylatte and @klarionthewizard

And anyone else who wants to do it!!

[sourskywalker]

Mrs Darth Vader - Part 1; An informal meeting

Relationship: Darth Vader x Fem!Reader

Series Summary: Newly appointed Emperor Vader, has been hassled about getting married and producing an heir. Whilst having a meeting with Admiral Piett he meets his second in command's daughter, Y/n.

Series Warnings: Age difference, forced marriage, eating disorders, postpartum depression, suicide attempt, toxic relationship, smut, angst, pregnancy, darth vader is not only a massive creep but also an asshole, referenced suicide

Chapter Warnings: N/A

Chapter Summary: A meeting scheduled at the Piett Manor on the outskirts of Coruscant has him introduced to the young Y/n Piett in a most interesting way.

Word Count: 1.3k

(GIF in no way correlates with the readers skin tone)

“I apologise, your majesty, but Admiral Piett is currently in a meeting with Grand Moff Tarkin” The butler quickly explained, his whole body shaking with nerves as he tried to step away from the Emperor’s unwavering gaze “I can comlink him-”

“No, no, I wouldn’t want to interrupt their meeting, I shall wait here” Vader raises a hand silencing the butler

“Of course, your majesty, shall I take you to his of-” Vader once again interrupted the butler

“No, I'll wait here in the lobby.” The butler bows deeply

“Of course” He quickly scuttles off, trying to keep his face as neutral as possible but failing miserably as a crack of fear spread across his features. Vader sighs, his mask tilting upwards to admire the ceiling artwork. Although he hated to admit it, his second in command certainly had a great sense of style in terms of decor.

Vader was so immersed in admiring the artworks placed all around the room that he nearly missed the figure that was walking past him, and they probably would’ve walked away without grabbing the attention of him if it wasn’t for the sudden squeak of their shoes against the perfectly polished marble floor. His gaze snapped towards them, hand hovering over his utility belt, which held onto his infamous lightsaber.

A young woman, no older than nineteen, dressed in a cream coloured ball gown was frozen in a mid-step position, her head slowly turning to face the newly crowned Emperor, she squeaked in shock, bunching up the layers of dress fabric into her arms as she scampered behind the closest pillar. However, the dress she was wearing was wide enough that he could see the edges of it poking out, even when she tried pulling it all together

“Please ignore me, your majesty, I’m not supposed to be here” She mumbled from behind the stone pillar, her voice echoing throughout the silent foyer

“And where are you meant to be, little one?” Vader responds, his six foot something menacing stature relaxing ever so slightly as he tried to crane his neck to see her, he didn’t even try to ignore the young woman's sudden stiffness at the nickname

“I’m supposed to be at the Galaxies Opera House for a dress rehearsal, but my father isn’t here yet. He promised to come watch the rehearsal.”

“I see” Vader bows his head slightly and sighs “You can come out from behind the pillar, little one” He watches on, amused as she slowly steps from behind the pillar, her knuckles paling as she tightly held onto the fabrics of her dress; like it was keeping her grounded “Come closer” She obliges taking measured steps towards him, her shoes squeaking silently as her feet slapped against the floor.

‘A very well mannered girl’ Vader smirks to himself. When in arms reach he takes her chin in between his fingers and studies her, turning her head a few times and muttering quietly to himself before saying aloud “And who are you meant to be portraying?”

“Christine Daae, sir” She timidly responds. Her jaw was starting ache slightly as his already strong grip on her tightened significantly

“Phantom of the Opera?” He asks and she nods, her gaze moving towards the floor “A beautiful tale of an unrequited love, if I recall” He forces her head back up, his eyes surveying her reddening cheeks

“Correct…sir” It was eerily silent after that, Vader's eyes practically burning holes into her unblemished skin. Until the door slammed open and hurried footsteps caused the pair to separate

“Your majesty, I apologise for my lateness, I was… held up” Piett bows deeply before striding towards them

“I see…” Vader replied, his helmet nodding towards the girl who stood idly to the sidelines of the two men

“Oh! Sir, this is my daughter, Y/n who….Is meant to be at the Opera doing dress rehearsals- why aren’t you there, my dear?” He turns to look at his daughter

“You were meant to take me there, father. You promised to watch the rehearsal, remember?” She answers, looking to the polished floor in embarrassment

“I’m sorry darling, but I have other matters to attend to” Y/n nods her head, taking measured breaths before looking up

“I understand, father, I can always have one of the servan-”

“Nonsense” Vader cut in “You promised your daughter that you’d take her there and you must keep that promise, we can take my personal speeder there”

“Sir, you don’t have t-”

“No I insist, come along” Vader’s cape billows dramatically, flecks of gold which were sewn onto the ends glittering under the light of the chandelier, as he turns on his heel and walks towards the entrance, the sound of his shoes hitting the floor created an echo throughout the large room

Neither Y/n nor her father tried declining his offer, instead opting to shrug it off and follow the Emperor out of the manor and into the speeder parked out the front.

Vader opened the door, letting Y/n slide in first, albeit with a slight struggle due to the width of the skirts but she eventually found her place at the window seat. Her father was next and he took his place beside his daughter. And finally, Vader was the last to climb in, opting to sit across from his second in command and daughter.

As the speeder took off, Piett and Vader started quietly talking to each other whilst the young woman watched as the scenery changed from one of a countryside to the bustling city. Rain droplets pattering gently against the speeder's window.

“My lord, I’m aware of your aversion to marriage, but it is important that you produce an heir-” Vader waved off the Admirals words “My lord-”

“Piett, I currently have no interest in marriage or producing an heir” Vader snaps, though his gaze subtly moved to gaze towards his second in commands daughter “-However, that doesn’t mean I won’t change my mind at some point in the near future”

Y/n smiled in awe of the view outside, unaware of the knowing looks both the Emperor and her father directed at her.

END OF CHAPTER

[musewrangler]

Cautiously he peered between the blue fabric pieces and saw that this porch overlooked magnificent gardens. A riot of color met his eye, a welcome contrast to the vast green patches and the pale orange stones that lined the paths and ringed the fountains. High walls surrounded this, but from this height, Piett could see the spires and towers of the city beyond.

The door handles behind him clicked and he turned slightly to see the Princess, dressed in pale green today, her hair in two looped braids on either side of her head.

She raised an eyebrow at him from the doorway.

“Doctor Braxten said you shouldn’t get to your feet until tomorrow.”

He inclined his head with a slight quirk to his mouth.

“Never been particularly good at staying in bed I’m afraid.”

She crossed her arms and regarded him for another second before she shook her head, smiling.

“Can’t say that I don’t sympathize. I’d go mad as well. On the other hand, I wasn’t flung all over the planet by beasts and gladiators for two days. Oh yes—and the stab wound.”

She gestured a hand, her tone dripping with skepticism.

“Bit of exaggeration,” Piett murmured, and for a moment the two of them shared a gentle battle of wills before she shrugged and moved aside.

“Well. I was going to bring things out to you, but you should come in seeing as you’re determined to be upright.”

[ask-sad-ghost-piett]

*I have declined ~600 of his invitations thus far if you include days when we were alive

- Admiral Piett