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This song is making me want to start yet another fic to never finish,, "Tell me... Where is your hideout? Who are we running from? I'm starting to think that you were right, and now I'm afraid of letting go of your hand...." Maul giving up on his Mandalore plan and deciding to just stalk Kenobi to tell him about his vision. Staying illegally in Obi-Wan's room because I love putting these guys in situations (and because Maul would NOT leave him alone until Obi-Wan actually accepted Maul is right, which he won't). Following Obi-Wan to Utapau and helping him escape after the clones attack, feeling equal parts vindicated and enraged (because he was proved right but Sidious still won). Them being on the run together....
#hm i should make an original post tag#maul#obi-wan#obimaul#<- probably but not necessarily. i can write non shipping fics i swear.#song is jamoga by selvagens à procura de lei#i love the original version but the acoustic version with roberta campos is also really really good#that part up there is the chorus and not the only part that's giving me fic vibes but it's the best example#''we were two winding roads seeking each other through separate ways... i thought you had blamed me‚ but no one had trapped me..#you were the only one I could call the only one‚ and yet.. i stopped calling your name....''#<- part that also makes me Think#back to story ideas i am also thinking about maul faking padmé's death on mustafar (with magick. because it's fun)#and padmé moving in with the larses. pretending to be beru's sister. raising luke there‚ both of them in hiding.#she would enjoy the simple life. it reminds her of her youth in naboo‚ before she became queen.#[... meanwhile maul and obi-wan are fighting for their lives]#i am a huge sucker for enemies to friends (to lovers) with these two#and i think having to live together in a small ship and shitty space hotel rooms would be great for bonding (joke)#(but i'm still shoving them in there)#what's more fun than roaming the galaxy with your worstie because you're both hiding from the government#bickering the entire time because you still lowkey want to kill each other#jamoga au
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STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 02:03:37
#Star Wars#Episode I#The Phantom Menace#Naboo#Great Grass Plains#Battle of Naboo#Battle of the Great Grass Plains#Jar Jar Binks#general command storage#unidentified battle droid#B1 infantry battle droid#receiver assembly casing#standby mode#backpack clamp#Gallo Mountains#unidentified militiagung#unidentified Gungan#AAT#Captain Roos Tarpals#Armored Assault Tank Mk I
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from the meme: 8, 10 and 11!
8. Is there a story idea that you would love if it could appear fully realized but that you do not think you'll ever write yourself?
I'm usually not big on fix-it fics, but TRoS... is a thing I guess. I'm sure there's already a fic out there that hits where it should, that's part of why I wouldn't undertake the mission myself. I'm not that confident in being able to take all those characters and worldbuilding to a satistying conclusion. So yeah, fixing the sequels (me being pro-sequels and all lol)
10. If you could banish a single trope to live at the bottom of the ocean, which trope would that be?
Listen, there's many unsavory topics that aren't to everyone's taste and I wouldn't get near with a ten foot pole. BUT those are usually tagged so they can be easily avoided.
On the other hand, there's this opinion that's a bit risky and it's 100% subjective. I've read many lovely fics that feature this but the trope just. Sours my whole day. And it's proposals. Maybe it's because I have complicated feelings about marriage, but most traditions that have to do with it make my skin crawl because of how deep patriarchy is sewn into them. Being given away at the altar? Absolutely fucking not. He goes to her father for even a SLIVER of approval or permission? I'm out. Knee on the ground and ring??? hmph I viscerally can't. Something about it feels artificial and staged in such a specific way and can't bring myself to believe it when I see it in a fantasy setting.
(call me a hypocrite. I've written marriage too)
11. If you had to pick a single trope to read for the next seven-and-half-years, which trope would that be?
Anything having to do with mutual pining. When the relationship is still platonic but so, so intimate. Top points if it has to do with angst. "I didn't know where else to go," so tasty. "There's no one else I can go to with this," fucking delicious. They're each other's home and haven't even kissed yet.
In the fandom niche I inhabit specifically (Luke Skywalker worship) I can't get enough of reading about him revealing to a romantic interest the truth about Vader. The angst. The intimacy.
I'm also a sucker for the lightning scars reveal and I love that it's become fancanon. I've done it twice and I love reading about it in other people's fics.
#writer asks#star wars fanfiction#seriously though there are great proposal fics out there but#the situation is just not my thing#i ended up writing a very cool marriage tradition into my fic accidentally and i was like#great now i have to roll with it#the naboo wedding fabric tradition almost made me write a wedding chapter though
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Richard ayoade showed up he's already the best character look at him
the hat the eyeliner the FEATHERS he's killing it
#i should watch the IT crowd after i finish the boosh#also peep show. the 2000s were such an era for britcoms they have the boosh the peep show the it crowd the thick of it top gear everything#this epusode is great theres an old lady demon vince just won bingo naboo is going through it richard ayoade is here they killed him
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happy star wars day i still believe padme shouldve been asian.
#love natalie she was great absolutely amazing as padme#however i am still thinking about how some of padmes iconic outfits being soo asian inspired and naboo being kind of like asian insp.#itd only make sense for padme to be asian thats just my opinion ‼️‼️‼️‼️#viktor.txt ;;
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I have SO many ideas for song fics but don’t have the mental energy to write angst, so please if you want one I’d love to share
#one I keep thinking about is pie by stick and poke#either being about Vince growing up in the jungle#or as a Grubbs book#Twinkie Twinkie little star by Pansy division could be great for jones#honestly most Pansy division songs could work with any Julian/Noel ship#the awkward bear pining over a kinda annoying twink#host by dog park Dissidents could make for good teen howince#like pre zooniverse#and it’s totally projecting#but I’d love any local news legend song#I have so many wips or fics that are just for me#with lnl songs where Vince or Dan are recovering addicts#bill and teds homosexual adventure by Pansy division could be fun#or cocksuckers club done from Naboo’s perspective cuz he’s kinda omnipotent#a lot of schmekels songs could be good#but there’s nothing in canon to suggest they’re Jewish I just decided they are
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just read the FCBD Star Wars/Darth Vader issue and Darth Vader #46 and boy what the actual fuck is Greg Pak doing anymore. I'll get you out of there Sabé and Warba just hang on
#yael is reading star wars#darth vader 2020#hopefully the run will by the end of the year#laughable how good today's high republic issue was compared to vader#also in the fcbd issue it kinda looked like sabe had short hair#and a naboo pilot-esque outfit?#and then in vader she's back to her previous look#why'd they even bring her back why not end the run right then and there#and idk start a sabe run post-rotj#and why get warba in this mess#(warba's a supporting character from star wars 2015 that was born on jedha and tried to steal luke's lightsaber)#sabe actually looks great but why.#why even
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hello liesel yes liesel this is me doing stalin dracula voice please liesel i vant to vatch cowboy movies vith you again. remember lord of the rings? throw the cowboy hat in the fire woody!! fuck you buzz lightyear!! remember this lucky luke? let me explain to you why this lucky luke guy is so lucky. you see his mother was stronger with the force. they let her play with guns and swords once and the revolution kept going from there. but they never gave her a blood test they just gave her a boyfriend who overpasses yoda on the epic blood score and a plot to follow. an ego and an id, it seems. compulsory heterosexuality with the chosen one is a bitch bc the author choses here. padmes a lesbian. and so is anakin. this sucks for everyone
they all fucked up here. she was just funnier than the guys with the blank contract wanting to trade. she was like fuck you on my planet theres 2 things we hate more than stars and wars. its contractual bullshit and compulsory bullshit and this is both.
no seriously two random aliens are like. dont trust the military parade today. its an invasion and they want to trade. its the trade federation in ottawa in a decade or two. idk the thing is im funny enough to go guns blazing for no reason too. why not thats the whole invitation. alien invasion? surrender the crown of earth? i have more childish bullshit for you even at 29 im not a lawyer. and THESE NEGOTIATIONS CANNOT TAKE PLACE
#episode 1 is such a great movie theres just so much going on that its hard to follow the actual political bs its hilarious#you cannot sign the treaty who cares what it says its not important#why not? sorry kids naboo politics are too communist for you
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Time Travel is my favourite trope and I think we need more fics where both Obi-Wan AND Qui-Gon time travel together because no matter when they get sent it's chaos. They're saving the galaxy and being physic flash-bangs to everyone around them.
like before Bandomeer?
The entire council is baffled to watch as Qui-Gon 'never taking a padawan again' Jinn has suddenly cut off his post-Xanatos depression tour to return to the temple and beeline to the creche with a frantic energy. His wild eyes immediately single out a fluffy, red-haired initiate.
"You." he exhales with a pointed finger, slightly ominous as he towers over the child. Said child starts vibrating with delight. "Me." he agrees, launching himself at the man. Qui-Gon drops to his knees with a thud that cannot be healthy. Obi-Wan's attempts to clamber into Qui-Gon's robes and maybe onto his shoulders is thwarted by the fact that Qui-Gon's massive hands are cupping Obi-Wan's tiny squishy cheeks. He stares at the initiate for a few minutes with an intensity that is starting to worry people.
Finally, "You're so small." Qui-Gon sounds like he might cry.
'What the fuck?' Plo Koon projects at Mace.
"I'm 9! That tends to be the case!" the child chirps back.
"You're nine." Oh. Ah. Qui-Gon's eyes are distinctively misty. He squishes the boy in a hug so hard he squeaks. Mace makes a series of gestures that imply the need for a head-scan. Depa obligingly drifts off towards the halls. Qui-Gon scoops the child up onto his hip and claims him as his padawan on the spot. The assorted council members and creche-masters burst into noise. Mace tells Depa to bring some space ibuprofen as well.
after Naboo?
Anakin is a little apprehensive of his place in both the order and Obi-Wan's life, but then one day Obi-Wan wakes up and is suddenly a lot less sad in the force?? In fact, if Anakin didn't know better he'd say he was almost giddy, but he's watched Obi-Wan try to pretend his world hasn't fallen apart for the past few months so it can't be that, right? And um, Miss Bant? He knows grief is a funny thing that affects people differently but he's pretty sure 'massive mood swing' and 'having full conversations with invisible people' is not...great? and you said to tell you if Obi-Wan got really weird in any way.
Anyway after a lot of medical exams, intense consultation with the archives, and a couple exorcisms, Anakin ends up being raised by his 'real' master and his ghost master. He is far more well adjusted emotionally and far less well adjusted for what counts as normal people behavior(not talking to thin air). When questioned on this, all he ever says is that he's talking to Qui-Gon. Isn't he...dead? Well, yes. Wait, he's a ghost? Ghosts are real? ...Well this ghost is real.
This starts a great number of existential crises among non-force sensitives and incredibly heated theological arguments amongst the Jedi. Whenever Obi-Wan is questioned on this, all he ever says is some variation of "the force got to know him for 5 seconds and kicked him back out." Mace backs him up on this even though that reasoning is technically blasphemous. Qui-Gon is having the time of his un-life. He's ascended to his final form, his sheer existence is a heresy, this is truly all he has ever aspired towards.
the Clone Wars?
The minute they get dropped back Qui-Gon immediately goes and haunts the shit out of Dooku. They have a signed terms of surrender and promise of info on the Sith Lord within the year. Only half of it is because Qui-Gon's giving Dooku complexes that are only perceptible to shrimp, the other half is because they now have a ghost spy that is not bound by the laws of physics nor spacetime.
Obi-Wan only nominally pays attention to this as he immediately goes and implements his 19 step seduction plan with Cody (he had to focus on something on Tatooine to pass the time). It fails. Spectacularly. Publicly. Ah right. Tatooine was not exactly the height of his sanity. Everyone in the GAR and temple is now riveted by High General and Councilor Obi-Wan Kenobi's attempts to go on a date with his Commander, who bats him away him like a particularly annoying stray and seems one bouquet of cactus away from committing mutiny. Anakin is worrying if it means his master knows about his secret marriage and this is some sort of really weird power play. (It is, but not in the way he thinks)
The next time Dooku goes after Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon spends a good few months appearing tear-stained at the edge of Dooku's perception and only communicating in terrible wails and discordant mutterings of 'padawan. my padawan. my little one.' 24/7.
"Wait, you're annoying Dooku into surrendering?"
"Oh no Anakin, we're crushing his psyche like a bug. :)"
#everyone feel free to use these i crave more time travel fics#the sheer power qui gon would have as a fully communicating force ghost before and during the clone wars is astounding#qui gon with baby obi wan is like inconsolable sobs cause he never saw him this small and then his life was so sad and he couldnt even hug#him on tatooine but now look at his boy!!! so small and huggable!!!!#they absolutely weaponise baby obi against others his wet cat eyes are 1000% stronger now#they drop him in dookus lap like look grandpadawan:)#if you hold the grandpadawan maybe your sith behaviour will calm down :/#anyway them together is like they throw enough bullshit into the air to blind everyone while they speedrun important changes in the back#after naboo is like everyone offering obi wan condolences and obi responding yeah im going to need them the fucker wont stay down#star wars#obi wan kenobi#qui gon jinn#qui gon and obi wan#fic ideas#time travel shenanigans#codywan#anakin skywalker#disaster lineage#count dooku
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I can see Din’s form of flirting being gifts, as not only to give Luke something he likes but also an excuse to keep visiting.
Like “I was on a job and some thief stole these Jedi texts so I beat him with my beskar staff and brought it for you” “I remember you talked about some flower from Naboo you liked, so I went there and got this bouquet of every flower that grows on the planet.” “my last bounty was some rich cathar and I took his robe as part as payment, I’m pretty sure it’s a bathrobe but it’s black and silk so it’ll look great on you”
#he thinks he’s keeping his feelings in but he’s so obvious#star wars#dinluke#din djarin#the mandalorian#luke skywalker#headcanons
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Hello. You and GFFA are probably the two most reliable blogs I know when it comes to what GL actually intended with star wars and also have the most on point finger on the pulse of fandom and such without letting the discourse get to you. So I just have to ask. Where does the idea of the jedi being space cops come from in canon? Especially in more left leaning circles. Haven't they seen that there are indeed actual cops in SW? And who are portrayed like how leftists view cops?
Hey there!
Firstly, it's always an honor when someone puts me and Lumi in the same sentence 😃 been a while since I reminded people, but my blog started because I read hers (and a few others) and I was like "oh shit she makes great points!" and started doing the research on my own.
I mostly attribute my rediscovering my childhood love for the Jedi to her early meta posts. Like, you think I'm good, wait til she gets started again! So thank you, for that!
Onto the subject itself: I've seen the notion pop up in all circles. And it's not exactly wrong, it's just not entirely accurate.
You can find a large collection of George Lucas quotes here, about the Jedi's place in the Republic.
You will see that he uses varying terminology and that's what I think partially muddies the waters.
For example, early on, Lucas describes them as "police officers", but years later he says "they're not cops, they're Marshalls of the Old West" but actually "they're mafia dons" or "intergalactic therapists."
But the one that explains it best, for me, is the following:
"They're not like [the kind of] cops who catch murderers. They're warrior-monks who keep peace in the universe without resorting to violence. The Trade Federation is in dispute with Naboo, so the Jedi are ambassadors who talk both sides and convince them to resolve their differences and not go to war. If they do have to use violence, they will, but they are diplomats at the highest level. They've got the power to send the whole force of the Republic, which is 100,000 systems, so if you don't behave they can bring you up in front of the Senate. They'll cut you off at the knees, politically. They're like peace officers. As the situation develops in the Clone Wars they are recruited into the army, and they become generals. They're not generals. They don't kill people. They don't fight. They're supposed to be ambassadors." - The Star Wars Archives: 1999-2005, 2020
Bottom line: yes, they're authority figures. But they're not "beat cops" chasing after robbers and criminals.
They're, first and foremost, ambassadors/negotiators/diplomats. They're police for planets and their governments, not the people of the Republic. Again:
They're peace officers.
Now, they can investigate and take more active "police-like" roles during their mandate, but they're not gonna be called upon to investigate a murder (unless that murder is very strange and local authorities are unable to make sense of it).
It's why, when Anakin is talking about "we'll search for the killer, Padmé" Obi-Wan is like "uuuuh... no we won't?"
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This is literally post-Naboo Maul. to mee
#hm i should make an original post tag#maul#darth maul#like. not *immediately* post naboo of course. maybe post savage. but this is very much. his disillusionment with the sith.#he had hoped for years that all his suffering was for Something. a small sacrifice for a great future.#but after everything he can finally see he was never part of his master's plan. he was nothing but a tool his entire life.#now he is finally free. and he has no idea what to do with this freedom. he is lost and hopeless in a new world.#P.S.: keep checking the notes. i will reblog more quotes as I get them.#g.h.posting
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[ All Hooting, Cheering ]
STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 02:03:50
#Star Wars#Episode I#The Phantom Menace#Naboo#Great Grass Plains#Battle of Naboo#Battle of the Great Grass Plains#unidentified battle droid#unidentified militiagung#unidentified Gungan#Gungan Grand Army#haillu#Captain Roos Tarpals#Jar Jar Binks#E-5 blaster rifle#B1 infantry battle droid#signal boost and power augmentation backpack
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Midlife Crisis
In the year Fifteen of the Galactic Empire, Sheev Palpatine contemplated a glass of wine.
Proper wine. Wine from Naboo.
In his opinion, which was legally speaking the only one that mattered, he deserved this.
As he began to drink, however, Vader spoke. His dark shadow, his creation, his enforcer.
“Master,” the Sith Apprentice said. “When are you going to teach me the power to heal?”
“...what?” Palpatine asked, then put the glass down again. “What are you talking about, Vader?”
“I thought it was extremely clear,” Vader replied. “When are you going to teach me the power to heal? I realize that your memory may not be what it was, but I distinctly remember that you told me that Darth Plagueis had the ability to cause the Midichlorians to create life, and that he could even use it to keep those he cared about from dying. So. When are you going to teach me that power?”
“Why do you even want that power?” Palpatine asked.
Vader’s mask looked at him.
“I currently find myself with a great deal of time on what would be my hands if I had any,” Vader stated. “Travelling between star systems, for example. I appreciate that you are busy and do not have the time to heal me, but I would have the time to heal me if you could teach me that ability. Which is why I am asking.”
Palpatine frowned.
“If you recall, I said that, ironically, Darth Plagueis could save others, but not himself.”
“I recall that, my Master,” Vader stated. “It was very ironic.”
“There, you see?” Palpatine asked. “If you learned that power, you could save others, but not yourself.”
“I don’t think that really works, Master,” Vader said, thoughtfully. “Because Plagueis was killed in his sleep. He wasn’t using the Force, for the obvious reason that he was dead. However, I actually am alive, and consequently I can use the Force to heal myself.”
He paused. “Well, I can’t, but I could. If I were to be taught, which is… what I’m asking about.”
“You don’t like your cyborg body parts?” Palpatine asked. “I thought you’d appreciate those, since they’re manufactured. Or did I remember incorrectly that you like tinkering?”
“I would be more able to tinker if I had better hands,” Vader stated. “Master, I am beginning to suspect you are avoiding the question. When are you going to teach me the power to heal?”
“You still haven’t given me a good answer,” Palpatine said, snidely.
“I have,” Vader pointed out. “My reason is that I want you to. We’re Sith. That’s a good enough reason.”
“You have a point,” the Emperor admitted, very reluctantly. “However, I think you will find that you already know all I can teach you.”
Vader looked at him.
“I do not,” the masked Sith said.
“You do,” Palpatine countered. “The Dark Side is more about maintaining your life in a decaying husk of a body, clinging to life regardless of the cost to others or the degradation of your own physical condition, than it is about… healing.”
“Are you saying that healing would be a Light Side power?” Vader asked, and there was a dangerous undercurrent in his voice.
“No, no,” Palpatine replied, hastily. “It’s not a Light Side power either. The Light Side is about accepting the natural balance of things, like idiots, and the Dark Side is about violating the natural order of things. Using the Force to heal is unnatural.”
At that, Vader made a confused noise.
“So is healing a Light Side power or a Dark Side power, Master?” he asked.
“It isn’t either,” Palpatine replied, with a shrug. “The closest I know of is Plagueis’s ability to cling to life in a body that should be dead, which you’re already doing.”
“I see,” Vader said, thoughtfully, then turned and walked away.
“I hope you’re not disappointed, Vader,” Palpatine said, leaning back in his seat and picking up the glass of wine again. “You must realize, I never lied to you.”
“You also don’t know everything,” Vader replied. “I am taking a sabbatical.”
“A what?” Palpatine said, scowling at his wine glass because apparently he wasn’t going to get to drink it just yet. “What is one of those?”
“It’s when you leave work for a period of time,” Vader explained. “I am not expecting to be paid during that period.”
“Why are you leaving at all?” Palpatine asked, in some confusion and trying to work out what Vader was getting at.
Vader shrugged slightly.
“There’s got to be lots of Force users out there, and you’re only one Force user,” he said. “I am going to look for someone who knows how to heal. Then I will return.”
Palpatine swallowed down the order that sprang to his lips, because he was uncomfortably aware of the verbal minefield that talking with Vader could be. Especially when he’d nearly set the man off less than two minutes ago.
Really, he didn’t have much choice but to trust in Vader’s loyalty. A Vader who was angry at him would be far too dangerous.
In the year Eighteen of the Galactic Empire, Sheev Palpatine was significantly more aware of just how useful Vader’s brooding, deadly presence had been in holding the Empire together.
He hadn’t been able to just refer people to his enforcer (Vader) or his supreme commander (Vader) or his complaints department (also Vader). He’d had to do actual work, and he didn’t like it.
Becoming the ruler of the galaxy had not been something he’d done in order to do work. He even had to actually listen to Tarkin, who was a tedious little lickspittle whose only redeeming quality was his enthusiasm for the idea of blowing up planets.
Then, during a rare period of respite, he felt a familiar presence in the Force. It approached his private chamber, advancing steadily, and Palpatine actually felt something like pleasure at the idea Vader would soon be back.
Admittedly, mostly because he could offload work onto Vader again.
Then the door opened, and Palpatine smiled.
“My boy, you-” he began, then stopped.
He’d been expecting Vader still wearing his suit.
He’d been ready for Vader to be a man of about forty, fit and healthy once more after discovering some Force secret.
He had not been ready for a wolf. Especially not one ten feet tall at the shoulder, with black and red fur and scaled paws.
“...explain…?” he said, in what was supposed to be a command but which turned into more of a plea.
“I sought out many ancient Force spirits and wielders of lost and arcane arts,” Vader said, in a voice even deeper than he’d had before – which actually turned out to be possible. “Eventually, I found a way to gain a new body, unwounded and healthy, but the one who taught me only knew how to do wolf.”
He tilted his head a little. “Incidentally. I also visited my only remaining family, who are moisture farmers. I have a nephew; he likes me. I wish to tender my resignation, because I am going to kill you now and it seems only fair to give you warning.”
Palpatine sighed, because, really, this was in keeping with how the year was going.
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a night like this - anakin skywalker x fem!reader
summary: you kept saying that everything was over between the two of you but anakin kept coming back to you every time.
warnings: angst, no use of y/n, insecurity, jealousy, miscommunication, mention of blood and injury, quinlan vos beheads a bounty hunter (just one sentence and it's not in detail either), mention of a vomiting twi-lek, reader is working in a pub, no proofread
word count: 1.7k
a/n: i haven't decided yet but i may write a few more parts to this story. i hope you like it guys. please don't mind the english mistakes, i'm not a native speaker.
Being injured was not unusual for Anakin Skywalker, but he could never remember feeling so vulnerable before.
As he moved, his battle-weary body convulsed with a kind of pain he had never felt before, reopening wounds that had begun to close, filling his nostrils with the metallic scent of blood. If your delicate sighs had not mixed with his moans from his blood-soaked lips, the pain he was in would have caused him to lose all sense of time and space. But how could he have allowed this to happen as you gently ran your hands over his face, wiping away the sweat from his forehead? This was perhaps the last time you would welcome him into this house where you had created so many precious memories together, and Anakin wanted to engrave everything from that night deep in his mind. Every sound, every image, every detail...
You had tried to tell him hundreds, maybe thousands of times before that everything between you was over, that you belonged in two different worlds. Anakin Skywalker was a young Jedi fighting to ensure that the light side of the Force prevailed over the darkness in the galaxy. You were just an ordinary barmaid working in a seedy pub in a backstreet of Coruscant. Unlike Anakin, your life was not full of fearless warriors and nobles with endless wealth, but of hardened criminals, addicts, and bounty hunters. How could you trust him and open your heart to him when he had been trained to fight the people you considered your family for almost his entire life?
And your experiences were very different, too. Anakin had traveled to planets you had never even heard of before, and met people you could never even see on the HoloNet. Some nights when you couldn't sleep, you would ask him to talk, to tell you things, thinking that hearing his soft voice would help you drift off. He would tell you stories from his missions. Sometimes these stories took place on a mountain on Alderaan, sometimes in an underwater city on Naboo. Usually, the people who accompanied Anakin on these planets were just as interesting as the mission itself. Master Jedi, senators, stormtroopers, sometimes even Chancellor Palpatine himself...
These stories that you listened to with great excitement at first, started to create a thin ache in your heart that even you didn't want to accept. You knew that Anakin had no bad intentions, that he just wanted to share something with you, but no matter what you did you couldn't resist the jealousy that was trying to take over your soul. Knowing that there is another life somewhere outside of this swamp you were trapped in and that you could only hear about it from others was driving you crazy inside.
Sometimes Anakin would ask you questions about your life, but you would either ignore them or leave them unanswered. You had no intention of appearing mysterious or keeping secrets. You just didn't have stories that would interest someone like him who had seen the entire galaxy. What were you going to tell him? Do you know, Anakin, today a Jedi named Quinlan Vos came to our pub and cut off the head of a bounty hunter with his lightsaber. The man's head fell into the lap of one of the stripper Twi-leks and she started throwing up. I had to clean up the vomit along with the blood on the walls. What a beautiful day, isn't it?
No, no... You would rather remain silent for the rest of your life than endure Anakin's pitying gaze as he listened to these. At least that way you wouldn't have lost your self-respect.
You took a deep breath to clear your mind and turned your gaze to Anakin lying on your bed. He looked so innocent and defenseless with his wounded state that your heart ached for him. You wanted to protect him from all the evil in the universe by hiding him in your house, which was a temple of memories for you, but how could you do that when you didn't even have the strength to protect yourself? The only good thing you could do for him was to get out of his life before you could hurt him any further. You tucked a lock of hair that had fallen onto his forehead behind his ear and muttered in a voice you could barely hear, "You shouldn't have come here, Anakin." You tried to make your voice sound firm and determined, but you couldn't stop it from shaking.
The young Jedi tried to sit up in bed, but couldn’t. He winced in pain and slowly lowered himself onto the headboard. He pressed his mechanical hand to the wound on his abdomen, as if the coldness of the metal would ease the pain. You placed your hand over his and began to gently stroke the metal surface with your thumb. Even though he couldn’t feel your touch, the gesture always soothed him. When you realized that having a cybernetic hand embarrassed him, you started doing it to show him that you loved everything about him, and over time it had become a habit. To Anakin, this robotic hand might have been a symbol of his weakness but to you, it was just a part of the man you loved.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a burden to you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Ani, you’re not a burden to me. You couldn’t be even if you wanted to.” You slowly removed his hand from his wound, as if you were afraid of hurting him, and kissed it. “What I was trying to say was that the Jedi at the temple could take better care of you. You know, with spells and all that.”
"Jedi don't do magic, they use the Force." He smiled for the first time since he had come to you. You shrugged, smiling. "They're all the same to me. I'm not sensitive to any of them anyway."
Your smiles and chuckles were not enough to break the serious air in the room. You had to stop for a few seconds and gather your courage to continue speaking. Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed in the meantime, and your lips were drawn into a thin line. A sadder expression than Anakin had ever seen appeared in his eyes, reflected by the moonlight. The wrinkles on your forehead made you look like you had aged a few years in a few seconds.
"But we can't keep doing this, Anakin. You know that too. You can't come to me every time. We've talked about this many times before."
Anakin tried to get closer to you, but the burns and wounds were hurting him so much that he couldn't. He leaned back once more, taking deep, raspy breaths, and unconsciously began to squeeze the old sheet. Despite the pained expression on his face, he neither blinked nor took his gaze away from yours. You knew that by looking directly into you eyes, he was trying to see something deep inside your soul. Maybe a trace of the affection you had only ever felt for him, or maybe a glimmer of hope that you would never give up on him... But he could see nothing but determination on your face, blurred by his misty eyes.
“Don’t do this to us,” he said in a pleading voice. The tears he had been trying to hold back had finally started to flow down his cheeks. With a quick movement, he pulled his mechanical hand from yours and wiped his face, hoping that you hadn’t seen them. He hated the power you had over him.
“Don’t give up on us like this.”
When you saw Anakin’s wet eyelashes, you felt an overwhelming desire in your heart to pull him close to you, to lay him on your chest, to caress the soft hair he had grown for your sake while he cried and tell him that everything would be okay, but you couldn’t do it. You knew that the moment you showed weakness, your ex-lover would draw strength from your hesitation and try to fight against your inevitable end. You did the only thing you could do and shook your head, hiding behind your cold expression. "I have no choice, Ani."
"I love you, does that mean nothing to you?" The sadness in his eyes was giving way to anger, but his voice was so weak that he could not convey his rebellion to you.
"Of course that means something." you said in a calm tone, almost mocking his anger. "I love you too, but I will not allow you to waste your life on a relationship that has no future. If you are so determined to go against the Jedi Code, you should at least do it for someone worthy. Senator Amidala, for example. She is a beautiful and noble woman, and it is clear that she has feelings for you. She can use her power and position to help you. I will only be a hindrance."
"Nonsense," Anakin snapped. "Padme is nothing more than a trusted friend to me. You are the only person I need to continue. I can fight the whole galaxy as long as you're by my side."
You sighed slightly and got out of bed. “We won’t have this conversation again, Anakin. My decision is final and there is nothing you can do to make me change my mind.”
You knew you were doing the right thing for both of you, but why did it hurt so much? Why did the right choice always require such sacrifices?
You bid Anakin a last farewell with an innocent kiss on the lips and started walking towards the old wooden door of the room. You could feel the salty taste of your lovers tears on your lips.
“Stay the night here and get some good rest. But I don’t want to see you here when I get home from work tomorrow.”
Those were the last words you said to Anakin before you left the room and his life forever. “This can’t be the end of us,” he muttered as he looked at your shrinking figure. He started to tangle his fingers in his hair that you had been gently stroking a few minutes ago and started to squeeze it. He shook his head violently from side to side as if denying the cruel words echoing in his mind.
"I swear I will find a way to fix everything and bring you back to me."
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You know, given all of the cloning and other evil experiments that Palpatine apparently had going on, it's a little remarkable in hindsight that he never targeted Shmi Skywalker personally.
Like, this woman apparently reproduced asexually and gave birth to one of the most powerful Force-sensitives of all time; I don't characterize Sith Lords as having great scientific curiosity or a sense of wonder for the universe (or bothering to remember "little" people exist most of the time), because their whole deal kind of precludes that, but it seems reasonable that one might conclude that there's potential power in investigating this.
If Anakin was friendly with Palpatine for the latter half of his childhood, it seems like it could have been relatively easy for Palpatine to learn things like 1) Anakin's midichlorian count (which he can use to tell Anakin that everyone else is just jealous of his power) and 2) Shmi's situation on Tatooine (which he can use to foster resentment between Anakin and the Jedi Order for not helping Shmi too). Just get Anakin a little frustrated and he'll probably start talking! Palpatine could make some concerned offer to send someone to check on Anakin's mother - it is the least that Naboo can do for the family that helped to save them, the Chancellor might say, but he would prefer that such favoritism remain a secret between them - and then Sidious would have Watto's exact address no problem.
And it's not like it would be hard to kidnap Shmi. Palpatine (as Sidious?) could pick some random bounty hunter and order them to go buy her, because this amount of money is presumably pocket change to him, and if Watto resists selling her off to a stranger, the bounty hunter can claim that they've come on behalf of her son. And if that doesn't work or if Shmi is already with the Lars family, there's always violence. Palpatine can just lie to Anakin and say that his agent discovered Shmi was targeted by enemies of the Jedi Order. Oh, what a shame they didn't protect her!
I don't know what would happen from here. Sidious could potentially contract the Kaminoans as a private, anonymous citizen to research Shmi and see if she'll be useful to him at all; the Kaminoans seem to be in the business of designer babies for specific clients (Jango + my vague memories of some "Clone Wars" comic). Which means that Shmi could be unhappily, awkwardly hanging around Kamino, probably still enslaved, when Jango Fett and the clones business is going on. For years, potentially.
Ideally for the Sith, the Kaminoans would be keeping Shmi in an entirely separate facility most of the time, away from the army intended for the Jedi and the Republic. But Jango might be sent around the planet on errands or something and the Kaminoans might need to use very specific equipment at some points, and I am a fan of grand plans being ruined by chance encounters or workplace logistics, so I think it would be fun if Shmi met Jango or Boba. Maybe Palpatine assumed that the Kaminoans had already disposed of Shmi or were keeping her on ice, due to a badly worded email or something else mundane, because the Kaminoan forgot the right Basic word (it's not their first language!!! or a translator malfunctioned or something) during their space phone call.
There's lots of Canon Divergence directions for this, like more serious angst or drama or thriller horror being imprisoned by a Sith Lord (somewhere besides Kamino) or discovering what's being done to the clones. Shmi could end up being rescued by Jedi and helping uncover Sidious. Or she could have a different tragic ending. (This whole post regarding Shmi and cloning is partially inspired by that one post pointing out that Rey looks a lot like Shmi, and given the strange circumstances of Anakin's birth, any attempt to clone Anakin might have created a clone of Shmi instead. I still think a "Rey as Anakin's clone" is a fun sequel trilogy AU.)
I'm leaning towards fix-it and comedies of errors ideas because the prequels are tragic enough for me. Currently, I'm thinking about Shmi eventually ending up as part of young Boba Fett's gang somehow, because it's amusing to me that he was somehow a recurring antagonistic figure on that TCW show despite being a child. The other bounty hunters are like, "Kid, did you... bring your mom on this mission...?" And Boba Fett is like, "No!!! She's my ship mechanic!!! But if you touch her, just so you know, I will fucking kill you."
I think that both Anakin and Boba would fucking hate being adoptive brothers in any way, shape, or form. And the idea of Luke and Leia someday having an "Uncle Boba Fett" is also very funny to me.
(EDIT: I'm currently dubious regarding a Jango/Shmi ship because Jango does participate in the creation and enslavement of the clone army. Like, it's the Kaminoans who do it, they hold most of the blame and they would have gotten someone else if Jango hadn't done it, but Jango is very much there and at the very least complicit in a horrifying series of crimes against millions of people. Depending on how you characterize Shmi Skywalker, an enslaved woman, I don't really think she'd be cool with that. She let her child go off to become a Jedi because she thought it would be a much better life for him, while Jango sold his own "children" off into war for money. So, I'm currently thinking that Shmi might like the innocent child Boba, but she might honestly dislike Jango quite a lot.)
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