#sorry palpatine but he WONT DO IT

[cakesandsnouts]

"Now, fulfil your destiny and take your father’s place at my side."

STAR WARS EPISODE VI; RETURN OF THE JEDI

[oh-no-its-bird]

Ok so trying to find my old alien stage x starwars crossover post bc someone asked to see it, but tumblr is acting up again and wont fucking let me find it, BUT I have it saved in my notesapp where I originally wrote it (get fucked tumblr) so were just gonna repost it here!

So yeah, no real context needed Alien Stage x Starwars crossover ft. Till bc he is my favorite.

(this was all written around round 5's release, if I remember correctly)

All I'm saying is that if Palpatine tried that "yes, strike me down, embrace the darkness, let it consume you . . ." shit on Till, Till would go *fuck you old man I'll take that bet* and beat him to death w no regrets then probably write a song about it later

Is your crush since childhood (presumed) dead?? Your childhood friend / rival of sorts confessed his love for you with a desperate, (unwanted) kiss then died at your feet to make sure you survived????

New therapy idea just dropped: beating an old man to death !! Reviews are in and they say it's HIGHLY effective !!!

Who would be funniest for Till to bludgeon to death w a guitar actually? Maul or Ventress are the most likley for him to not only just find out in the wild but in a situation where he can both actually interact w him without getting shot instantly by like, guards nearby and also be, yk, motivated to take that shot by them committing obvious crimes he may take issue with

Palpatine is the most obviously funny one and would solve a lot of problems.

I feel like Dooku would be the out of pocket one actually, a lot of fics leave him either alive or vuagley off screen when it comes to fucking shit up in clone wars era.

I want people to recognize Till actually. I want alien stage to be a morbid fascination for a good portion of the galaxy, maybe the usual do gooders like jedi can't interfere bc its technically legal in the specific corner of the galaxy its hosted in. Something something politics something something the senate doesn't want them to interfere idk. Its in the outer rim I don't think they touch things there all too much anyways

Anyways: Till beats Count Dooku to death with a guitar on live holo and the very first immediate reaction for a chunk of the galaxy is just. Is that. The pop star? I. Is that that one alien stage death game pop star???

Like imagine if you were just some guy living ur life and a pretty ugly looking war is looming overhead but you're doing your best to keep your head down, stay safe, all that. And then you go on twitter and everyone is posting videos of Hannah Montana beating Vladamir Putin to death live on stage with her microphone

And you're like "what the actual fuck" and your friend is like "does this mean the war is off now" and you don't KNOW but damn if all these new Hannah Montana edits everyone is dropping don't go hard as fuck

Till and Anakin would either get along concerningly well or fucking despise eachither. Like it's on sight.

Pick your poison! Is this fics obligatory "small silly reason why Anakin is too busy to be tempted into child murder by Palpatine";

A) he's an alien stage enthusiast and cant miss out on its live streams to meet w the old man sorry Palpatine

Or B) he's too busy programming little droids to start screaming every time Till opens his mouth to speak

"I don't know if Till would actually kill someone " / "Ok but Till is like just a dude. Not even a particularly strong or skilled one. He wouldn't last 2 seconds against a sith or literally anyone with actual training to fight."

Ok counter argument: it'd be funny. Now get back in the basement. I'm trying to cheer on my favorite space pop king as he beats an old man to death

fun scene where he sits in a cantina somewhere, clutching a drink as his own voice and Ivan's play over the radio as they sing Cure. His heart beating faster and faster in his ears till it hits the part where Ivan died and he just hunches in on himself, like if he curls tight enough he can shield the voices from reaching his ears.

He's so fucking depressed and visibly out of it in all the recent videos, I feel like he needs to find something to respark that rage. (Obligator *fuck I can't wait for Luka to try and get a rise out of him in the next round) maybe in this fic that spark is committing violence against the evil elderly who knows

Mmmmm Till sleep walking through the refugee camp, his eyes downcast and shoulders slumped and defeated as he blends in with the crowds of people who've escaped their own situations. Nothing special to see here, nothing special at all. His force presence is quiet and weighed down, hardly even visible if you aren't looking.

He's dissosiating like 80% of the time and that's what let's him get the jump on Dooku, who's probably there to poke at Obi-Wan and was NOT expecting the guitar to the back of his head.

Instant kill !!!! The clones are all pointing making pog faces everyone cheers the galaxy is saved etc. Etc.

[notthestarwar]

👀so… undead fox you say?

omg thank you for asking! sorry it took me so long to reply to this lol

ok i love this story its so twisty.

ok so it begins with this

'an old evil sleeps in the heart of Coruscant. there is something wrong with the coruscant guard'

this is from ch1 (it's a red herring dw)

hound finds the body of a clone and it becomes apparent that this is far from the first. the guard keep finding these bodies and theyre very sad about it but also being kind of shifty? like. they arent telling anyone outside the guard about it and theyre kinda dealing with it quietly.

meanwhile, the guard are trying to deal with hushing up another problem. theres something very wrong with Fox. he is acting kind of creepy. vacant and he's always staring off in to the distance with glazed eyes and theyre having to round him up and keep an eye on him at all times but he always manages to escape anyway. he's always talking about hearing the whispers of coruscant and saying bizzare shit. theyre trying to get him to keep his helmet on to hide that there is clearly something up with him but he's just not cooperating. he isnt really doing his job anymore and he also wont look after himself at all. theyre having to make him shower and clean his teeth and stuff.

pretty much: the guard is stressed as hell trying to keep this all under wraps. theyre having to dodge calls from foxs batchmates. the calls turn in to visits. theyre still finding dead clones round every corner on coruscant and going to a strange amount of effort to hide the deaths. you begin to get the idea that maybe… maybe its fox killing these clones.

eventually, cody turns up at the guard headquarters just as theyre taking in a dead clone. and. surprise! the dead clone is fox.

the story comes out, it turns out ALL the dead clones are fox. It started with the chancellor was sending fox on these weird missions. he came back from one of them different, (possesed) and ever since then the chancellor keeps killing him. every time, fox just reports in like normal after he wakes up. the chancellor is disturbed as hell. he cant find any way to use fox, fox is just a liability. if the jedi find out about this possessed clone, theyre going to start asking questions palpatine doesnt want asked. he's worried fox could be traced back to him. but heres the funny part. he is weirdly unnerved by fox. he's a bit of a control freak and he hates how out of control this situation is with fox and fox is generally…very creepy. in palpatines eyes its like. you kill your employee and the next morning he's standing at your desk like nothing has changed. he's unnerving!!! palpatine is so creeped out by fox that he doesnt want to imprison him so he just ends up with this tunnel vision trying all these different ways to kill him like. it'll work this time.

once cody finds out they go to the jedi and tell all. the jedi are like. right we need evidence so we can take down the chancellor. quin starts working on the case, but his proximity to new fox results in him being slightly possesed himself and falling. now they are weird and creepy together.

the whole point of the story is about the guard grieving someone whos still there. meanwhile, fox is trying to figure out who he is now (he eventually gets more of a hold over the posession and starts living again but hes a whole new person now.) while watching the guard mourn someone he doesnt remember how to be. he cant be that for them. his old self is a stranger.

its also about how trauma can make you worse. he knows that they all miss who he was but he's changed. quinlan is made worse by fox and neither of them really care. quinlan is happy to embrace this new him now hes fallen. theyre both making each other worse but they do love each other. the sith spirit iteself has been changed by trauma, it turns out that it was the spirit of a child thats been trapped in this sith temple for ages, slowly losing what it is to be human. the spirit possesses him both to save itself and to save fox. so the whole story is about these grey areas of morality. theyre not doing the right thing, nobody is, but at the same time its kind of understandable why??? its a mixed bag of fun ethical dilemas pretty much.

I've done a lot of thinking about the vibes of this and I've assigned a quote to each chapter like I did with dead from the beginning so that's been fun

This is the ending I've got planned. Fox and quin go off together as these new, worse versions of themselves. The guard and the jedi struggle to understand cause they're stuck on the ppl that Fox and quin were

[adidegmez]

spn s13 spoilers

s13 ep1(lost and found)

if dean thinks cas is really dead then what did they do to his body? did they burn him, bury him or nothing? jack is just a baby right now. winchesters are maybe not superheroes but they are my heroes. dean is just telling the truth?! he is not okay. he lost everyone he cared except sam. sam is calmer than dean. jack is just a sweet little boy. sam is scared. castiel is jacks father(according to jack at least). thats nice. damian as in damian wayne? i dont think i know anyone else named damian. dean'S prayer… he even add crowley he loved him(sometimes). and Chuck he left and he just doesnt care. he left lucifer on earth. everything happened on this Show is because of him. and i still believe if they raise jack right he will be good. no one is born evil. even if lucifer was a bad guy he was an angel he was the angel. jack is half angel and this is not a bad thing. dean said goodbye to everyone cas, kelly, mom and crowley. and crowley i just cant he said his name with the other people he cared about people he respected and its sad that crowley didnt get to see this. Dean accepted the deaths of all of them. How can he do this? They can still return, why not? and mary did return she is not dead.

s13 ep2(the rising son)

im sos sorry dean but sam is right. He is right on every part of this issue. Jack is not bad, your mother is alive, the only way to save her is with Jack's help. i knew jack was watching scooby i thought dean would let him watch. but i think he needs a little time to know jack. sam is nerveous when talking to jack because he never had an experience with kids like dean had. dean would calm jack down he wouldve known what to do but he is mourning the people he lost and he is angry. and that prevents him see the way that sam sees. sam did a good job with jack. i expected dean to say he is batman but i guess its not the time. lucifer is funny sometimes. good job jack. i think dean will understand jack, eventually. i hope that time comes soon.

s13 ep3(patience)

kelly was a great mother. i get deans point of view but he needs to calm down. it's been a long time missouri. she died! jack really cares about deans opinions just like his dad(cas). dean will get over this and he will be nicw to jack eventually, i just hope it wont be late. yes, sam is the best person to understand jack. this is brilliant. i really love how he treats jack. i love sam. i know dean is in pain but sam is right this is resembles to sam's situation. sam deserved to be saved so does jack. and jack didnt do anything wrong yet he has been on earth like a week. and cas mary it wasnt his fault. dean lost them and he is blaming jack. but its lucifers fault. and jack doesnt deserves a this treatment from dean. dean should help sam save jack. i have always been on the same page as dean always but not this time. i hope dean changes his mind soon. because i need both winchesters in the same page. cas! im glad he is back but if he could return does this mean crowley could return too. and i think i finally understand something. Charlie and now rowena are dead and they wont return cause the story doesnt need them anymore. but i need them to return. i always see spoilers but ive never heard rowenas death. and ive never seen anything about charlie's return. but i want them to return. I didn't even like Rowena that much in the beginning but lately I've started to like her. Charlie is a completely different matter, i always loved her, I need her to come back.

s13 ep4(the big empty)

clone wars!!!!!!! i didnt see that coming. clone wars is my favorite star wars Show. i love ahsoka too but anakin is not bad sam. well he turned to vader but he was a good master palpatine manipulated. i hope jack loves clones. they are my favorite thing about star wars. clones are amazing. dean cas sam and crowley closed the door. crowley sacrificed himself. i think i love jack. cas where are you? why does lucifer need mary? Dean needs to pull himself together as soon as possible, he scares Jack, he even upsets Sam. misha is amazing. finally dean complimented jack. i needed that. finally dean is thinking like sam. thank you dean. cas is back.

s13 ep5(advanced thanatology)

yes, something is wrong with sam. dean wears sunglasses indoors. Do the w's represent how many times the winchesters died? did billie become death? she is death thats not good. I wish Dean hadn't killed death. I loved him. thats a good thing afterall. billie let dean live. Dean lost his faith. But when Cas comes, he will be happy. hi cas. welcome back. look in their eyes. team free will together again.

s13 ep6(tombstone)

cas is back. everyone is happy. i missed you cas. and the hugs. jack did it jack brought him back. team free will 2.0 . dean is back. he really missed cas. his eyes are shining. i missed funny dean. Seeing Dean happy makes me happy. cas… all i can think about is his character development. he is an amazing character. he changed so much. his talk with jack was beautiful. hats, dean is really back. dean finally said it, jack is not a monster. i wish he didnt leave. i hope hell come back.

s13 ep7(war of the worlds)

what happened to mary? So will Michael be the villain of this season? i knew it was kevin. hi kevin! i missed you. i think i would prefer lucifer to that Michael. lucifer is so funny. lucifer is back, Mary stayed in the other World. i thought ketch was a clone. I don't remember seeing anything about clones in this series, but for some reason the first thing that comes to my mind is always clones. But it turned out to be an evil twin. i believe that story hes telling the truth. rowena isnt dead right? cas and lucifer, lucifer is so funny. and he is trying to save the World for himself probably. i believed ketch. asmodeus and ketch, they will trouble the Winchesters. If Dean had said yes to Ketch, would Ketch have worked with them instead of Asmodeus?

s13 ep8(the scorpion and the frog)

supernatural really did everything. now there is a heist episode. and it was funny. yes, i missed hopeful dean. it was nice to see that. Didn't Bart say there were copies of the spell? Couldn't they find them? The bus scene reminded me of the scene where they left Charlie on the bus. i missed Charlie.

s13 ep9(the bad place)

i think jack wants to bring mary back not lucifer. Jack gets very happy when he gets a "good job" from Dean. And that makes me happy too. Jack also joined the family. I love him. dean! why did you treat her like that? well at least jack found mary and the winchesters are together. but idk where kaia is.

s13 ep10(wayward sisters)

claire is getting better at hunting. they are on a hunting trip… they said it again. i like it. i love donna and the others, we should see them more. i love jody. Claire's speech was like the beginning of a new series. I researched but they haven't made a mini series, I hope they tell this story here. i love the girls they are amazing.

s13 ep11(breakdown)

the real fbi is here. The beginnings of the episodes always resemble Criminal Minds. but almost the entire episode was really like cm. garcia would find her quickly. i liked doug. i hoped he would become a hunter. doug and donna were good. come on, first dean now sam they lost hope but it was always like this and they believed this job. but now they are in a dark place. i need hopeful winchesters back.

s13 ep12(various & sundry villans)

lucifer is hilarious. omg not the love spell. not dean please. yes sam save dean. hello boys(crowley said it the best). hi rowena. welcome back. how are you alive? they all forgot about adam. cas loves his son. i love how he talks about jack. Rowena asked about Crowley because she wondered if he might pose a risk to her, right? I wish there were nice mother and son scenes. I don't even think Rowena would be upset about Crowley's death, but I wish she would be. she is sad?! rowena is right. when is lucifer ever gone. he always comes back. cas and lucifer made a good team. that was a little brutal. Rowena took the page, didn't she? i thought sam would give her but i didnt think would do it. but he did. lucifer is not dead. We forget the traumas of the Winchesters very quickly, they are not even mentioned. They always show themselves strong, they don't show what's inside them. Dean spent 40 years in hell, Sam was tortured by Lucifer, Dean had to survive in purgatory… I hope Rowena doesn't cause trouble for the boys.

s13 ep13(devil's bargain)

i thought lucifer would let cupid live but he killed him and i suppose he did it just for fun. i forgot about ketch. How did Lucifer not die? i missed kevin. sister jo(daneel ive been waiting for this, i thought we would saw her earlier on the show). Doesn't the prophet know the difference between Cas and Asmodeus? ketch is right. lucifer cant do the things he promised, right? gabriel!!! well, i hope winchesters can save him.

s13 ep14(good intentions)

Dean you are amazing Cas you are amazing too. Mary is not Mary. They're still messing with Jack's head, right? hi bobby! sometimes jack's smiles are sweet but sometimes he scared me he smiles like lucifer sometimes, other than that he is just a sweet boy. and i love him. i love this bobby too but i want old bobby. mary made the deal she brought so much pain to her boys but we saw what the world would be like if she hadn't made that deal, and I think Mary did the right thing. If that deal hadn't happened, we would never have met the boys. cas! i dont like where this is going. i hope cas wont go far. Dean and Sam are Jack's role models, I think he chose very good role models. Whatever it takes… both Dean and Cas go too far. They need to calm down and think a bit. I hope nothing bad happens to them. I'm sorry about Donatello, I didn't like him as much as Kevin, but he was still a good guy. He didn't deserve what happened to him (like all the good characters in the series)

s13 ep15(a most holy man)

While Dean was saying enjoy, he was thinking things like this will be the last time you drive and he was imagining how he would kill that man. yes i totally believe dean would kill for the baby. I heard that that scene was improvised and it's really a perfect scene. I never thought that the blood would come from that man. I thought it would be from someone we knew before or someone very important.

s13 ep16(scoobynatural)

do you know how long i've been waiting for this. I've seen a lot of clips about this episode and I was very curious about it. When I started this season, I was thinking that they were opening a portal to the Scooby universe with Jack. I even thought that they would travel to different universes throughout the season thanks to Jack's portals. just for fun. But when it comes to SPN, sometimes this is only possible for a few episodes. There is a villain in every season and the world is in danger, so team Free Will has to save the World all over again. But did the trickster really die and come back, or was he never dead? i really love when dean is being a fanboy. he genuinely loves them and he shows that he loves them. and i love him for this. i love deans love for scooby-doo. this is one of my favorite episodes now. it was awesome. i love dean. i love sam and cas too but dean has a special place in my heart.

s13 ep17(the thing)

poor gabriel, I hope he can get out of there. Ketch is saving Gabriel right now, even if it's for himself. where is cas? why aent they waiting for him? ketch did some bad things, idk how to feel about him. gabriel is okay for nw with sam. dean really has a death wish. he doesnt care if he dies he only care about the others. yeah this is a nice thing but he would die to protect them and i dont want him to die.

s13 ep18(bring 'em back alive)

Charlie! Until two days ago, I didn't see anything about whether we would see Charlie in this series again but then I learned that we will see the apocalyptic world version of her. I knew she would come but I didn't expect that we would see her now. i missed her. She shouldn't have died. why didnt they wait for cas? i think ketch really cared about mary. gabriel is back! and he left. Asmodeus is dead, right? i hope he wont come back. ketch is complicated. Charlie is acting like our Charlie. i couldnt believe charlie's death and i still cant. she shouldn't have died.

s13 ep19(funeralia)

rowena what are you doing? i thought maybe rowena was trying to get crowley back but then i said she wouldnt do that. is she really trying to get fergus back? if thatsthe truth please let her try. i want crowley back. rowena is kinda right only team free will gets to come back from the dead. naomi is alive. I hope Sam doesn't have to kill Rowena. I started to love Rowena even more. I think there is such a thing as the Winchester Effect. They changed an angel, the king of hell, the most powerful witch and many more people and turned them into better people, and it is great to watch the character development of those characters. They changed Rowena as well as Crowley. I think Rowena loved Crowley. I wish she had the chance to tell Crowley that, or at least show it.

s13 ep20(unfinished business)

Fenrir from Norse mythology, right? I realized the last part was similar to Steve and Tony's argument (Marvel). we'll löse, we'll do that together too… they lost, steve wasn't there. i hope sam could be there when it comes to that. I can't be sure about deaths when it comes to tricksters. I even wondered if Loki replaced Gabriel at the end, but they wouldn't do such a thing because the story would be extended unnecessarily and there is no need for such a thing. i missed our kevin, he wouldnt do that. poor jack. mary sees her as a son:)

s13 ep21(beat the devil)

rowena and gabriel? little awkward but funny. In the beginning ep was hilarious but then it all went dark. rowena didn't run, this time she stayed. she has changed(the winchester effect). lucifer's bar scene was awesome. Sam died and came back, thanks to Lucifer. I'm glad he is back but lucifer brought him. they found jack and mary. dean watched his brother die, again. and the look on his face is telling everything. im glad the brothers are back together.

s13 ep22(exodus)

no, mary. i know you want to help the other World but your boys came for you. you shouldnt do that to them. lucifer is not entirely wrong. yes he does so many bad things but sometimes he does good things. like most of the villains on spn he is complicated. I've seen the scene where Cas and Lucifer drive the bus on the internet before, but I didn't think it was real. I thought it was someone's dream or something. i know lucifer is bad but he tried to do the right thing. he fought Michael, and now he is doing bad things because sam wouldnt let him come with them. sam has hs reasons but now lucifer is going to help Michael nd i think he is not happy about it because h will have brought Michael to the other world, just as his relationship with Jack was getting better. and he knows this will upset his son. Gabriel isn't really dead, right? Otherwise they woudn't have zoomed in on his face. its always good to see bobby but i wish we couldve seen our bobby with the boys and our Charlie.

s13 ep23(let the good times roll)

I would like to see charlie and rowena together. Dean's dream is very beautiful, but with their luck, it is impossible. I wish it could happen, no one deserved retirement more than them. but i dont think they would get a happy ending. This is how I wanted Dean to treat Jack from the beginning. Dean's speech was beautiful. soft dean is my favorite, he is kind and sweet when he needs to be. I love him. I was going to believe in Lucifer because he wanted his son and was doing good things just for him, but in the end he ruined everything again. Dean, you tried so hard to keep Michael from getting to you. I wanna cry. michael has dean, i hope dean can beat him. Is Lucifer really gone? dean… i want to kill Michael. i hope dean will be the one to kill him. The suit and hat suit Dean very well. Just when good things are happening, everything turns bad, and every season, boys cannot find comfort. Can't the kids relax for just one season? There won't be a big bad guy for the end of the season, maybe if they want they can hunt like in the first season or just have a good time together in the

bunker. only 1 season. I wish… but it's impossible. i just want to see them happy.

[kaminocasey]

Loverboy Part 3

Summary: You find something out about someone in the Batch. Then, you have to make a tough decision. Pairing: Echo x Sith!Reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Sexual Situation, Angst WC: 2.2K A/N: Dedicating this chapter to @rain-on-kamino bc her love of Echo inspires me <3 I'm really excited to write the next chapter of this story! Also, it kept messing up on mobile so I had to do this from my laptop and now it's showing up in black for some reason so if you want to read it on my AO3 if it's easier, HERE is the link. Sorry tumblr is being wacky today. EDIT: I fixed the fucking color of the font but now it wont let me post the first paragraph of the fic lmao. I'm fucking done with this site today.

Part 2

Echo spends the next few weeks visiting you at your place, much to the distaste and distrust of his brothers. They comm him constantly and make sure you aren’t doing something to him. 

If only they knew the things you do to him. 

The morning light shines through your living room curtains as you realize you and Echo fell asleep on the sofa last night after your… activities. He’s got his head resting on his flesh arm with his scomp arm protectively holding you between him and the couch as your head rests on his chest and your legs are entangled with his mechanical ones. You’ve gotten used to his mechanical limbs and find comfort in them at this point. Before you can wake him up, you hear a loud, almost angry, knock on your door. 

Echo stirs slightly and you quietly slink over him onto the floor, throwing on his long sleeve black shirt and pad over to the door. When you open it, Hunter and Tech barge in, quickly looking around.

“Where is he?” Hunter demands.

“Excuse me?” You ask him, crossing your arms, realizing you’re still not wearing pants, nor underwear. 

Hunter notices it too, immediately, and tries to look elsewhere. Echo finally wakes up, sitting up straight, looking drowsy. 

“Hunter? Tech? What are you guys doing here?” He rubs his eyes, standing up.

Unfortunately, at the same time that he stands up, he realizes he’s also not wearing pants. Flustered and angry, he pulls the blanket up around his waist.

“You did not come back this morning.” Tech informs him.

“We assumed the worst.” Hunter tells him, almost apologetically?

“That’s because you can’t stop thinking the worst of me.” You fire back at him.

“I wonder why.” Tech looks down at his holopad. 

“Well, now you know I’m fine.” Echo opens the door for them. “I’ll be down in a few.” 

Hunter and Tech give you one last glance before walking out the door to wait for Echo. He closes the door behind them and then looks at you, apologetically. It doesn’t matter though. They’re never going to like you or trust you. 

“I’m sorry about them.” He murmurs, coming to you, wrapping you in his arms.

“Echo… they look at me and see only one thing.” You pull yourself out of his arms and to your bedroom so you can get ready for the day.

It’s true. They’ll never stop seeing you as a Sith… a threat. You understand why, of course. You’ve done some pretty questionable things in the name of the Sith. But that’s not you anymore. Hell, you’ve never even killed anyone. Except Wat Tambor. But that doesn’t count. He deserved it. Sure, it was revenge… but after what he did to Echo… That rolling slug fuck deserved. Also, there was the assassination attempt of Palpatine but that definitely doesn’t count, seeing as how that asshole turned out to be the worst Sith of them all.

“I’ve been trying to get them to come around.” Echo follows you to the bedroom. “You guys got off on the wrong foot that day at Cid’s…” 

“They shot at me first.” You peel off Echo’s shirt and stand there naked, looking for something to wear in your closet.

He chuckles, leaning in the doorway. “I know they did.”

You look at Echo as he eyes your naked form. Maker, he’s so pretty… 

He drops the blanket, letting it pool around his feet, revealing his hardened length twitching with want for you. You swallow. 

“No. You’re not going to distract me with… that.” You point at his member, standing at attention for you now.

He walks to you, towering over you, smiling down at you, still sleepy. 

“Stop it.” You try to keep your eyes trained on his so you don’t look elsewhere.

“You really want me to stop?” He smirks.

No, you really don’t and he knows it. “Your brothers are waiting for you.”

“Guess we better be quick, then.” He shrugs, taking your hand and letting you guide it to his erect length.

You smile up at him as you sink to your knees in front of your lover, feeling yourself go warm under his stare. No one had ever treated you with such kindness before… such love. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to it.

After Echo leaves, you get a much needed shower and get ready for the day since you have a few errands that you need to run. You make a quick cup of caf and some toast to go and then head out. 

On your way through the markets, you immediately recognize Wrecker and Omega as they look at all the vendors in the market. Especially since Wrecker stands about two feet above everyone walking by. Your brain is telling you to go the other way. The last thing you needed was for Hunter to see and think you set this up. But on the other hand, the shop next to it had all the cleaning supplies you needed… 

Going to move your mask down over your face, like you would normally do, you realize you left it at home… You’ve not worn it since that day at Cid’s and you don’t wear it when you and Echo go out at night. Honestly, you don’t know why you still have it. Other than maybe avoiding awkward situations like this…

You start to walk by them, trying to be inconspicuous, but Omega turns around and smiles up at you, as if she could possibly sense you-

Oh…

Of course it would turn out this way… 

You feel it coursing through her, flowing through her and around her.

Omega is force sensitive. 

It all makes sense now… Why she smiled at you, knowing you weren’t a threat that day in Cid’s. She knows you’re not a threat now. 

Do they know what she is? 

“Hi.” She grins up at you.

Wrecker looks at you and then pulls Omega closer to him.

“H-hello…” You murmur, trying to at least look a little friendlier.

“We haven’t been introduced. I’m Omega.” She holds her hand out to you. 

You look up at Wrecker who, like you said, towers at least two feet over you, for permission before touching the kid. The last thing you needed was to set off this 260 pound giant. 

He looks down at Omega and then his look softens as he nods to you. You reach out and shake her hand.

“This is Wrecker.” She nods behind her. “I’m glad to finally meet you. Hunter wouldn’t let me.” 

“I’m glad to meet you also.” You smile softly at the kid, understanding why Echo is so protective of her.

When she lets go of your hand, you nod to Wrecker and start to walk away, but then stop to look at them again. Omega tilts her head, curiously.

“I wanted to meet you, also… but Hunter… he’s right to keep you away from me. I’m dangerous.” You tell her. 

It’s the truth. You don’t know if there’s still people after you or not, even after two years of being inactive. You think that maybe Hunter realizes that. 

“Doesn’t matter. I know you won’t hurt Echo and you won’t hurt us.” She nods.

She’s obviously the wisest one out of all of them. You look up at Wrecker, who’s sort of smiling at you. You give Omega a quick smile and head to the store that you needed to get to.

“We’ll see each other soon.” She calls out to you. 

It’s definitely a promise. 

“Where is Master Dooku?” Ventress asks you.

You shrug from the window seat, looking out at the Serenno mountains as you eat your breakfast with your legs pulled up underneath you. The sun was starting to shine slightly, which didn’t happen often here, so you wanted to soak up as much of it as you could. 

“You do realize we are meant to leave in less than an hour, right?” She crosses her arms, staring at you.

You shrug again. “Won’t take me long to finish this.”

You could practically feel her eyes roll at you. Ventress wasn’t the most patient with you. Or with anyone, for that matter.  

“Where are we going?” You look over at her.

“Kidnapping Chancellor Palpatine today.” She answers you, starting to walk away. 

“Ooh. Naboo?” You smile. 

Naboo was beautiful. Definitely in your top five favorite planets. The sun always shines there. 

“We aren’t going for fun.” She warns you.

Holding your hands up in surrender, you can’t help but grin at her. It was no secret you weren’t the most… serious Sith. But you knew you didn’t belong on the “Light Side” as the Jedi proclaimed to be. All sides have their flaws. 

You act in your own best interest a lot. Perhaps it's purely selfishness that leads you. 

“Why are we kidnapping Chancellor Palpatine?” You ask her as you walk down the long gloomy halls of Master Dooku’s home. 

“Why must you always ask so many questions?” She side-eyes you. 

You give her a toothy grin. “Because it irritates you.”

You and Ventress weren’t exactly chummy, per se. But, you got along and you worked well together. You trusted her enough. She acts big and bad, but underneath that beautiful pale skin, lies someone who’s looking to belong somewhere, just like you. 

“You are annoying. Be glad you’re not my apprentice.” She glares.

It’s a soft glare and you know she doesn’t mean it. In fact, there are days where you wish she was your master. But you know, there’s probably more that Dooku could teach you. 

Your last errand is meeting with a friend of yours that usually lets you know when there’s a good bounty for you to collect. She’d not contacted you in a couple months, which you didn’t really mind. But now… it makes you reconsider. You had something to lose now. Would Echo think less of you?

Lona hands you the tracking fob. “I didn’t think you’d want to miss this one. A Sith. Pretty dangerous.” 

You click on the Fob and your puck lights up with a holo of a beautiful pale face you’d not seen in a long while. Your stomach does a huge flop and you swallow.

Ventress…

“What’s she wanted for? And who wants her?” You ask Lona.

“You know we don’t ask those questions.” She gives you a funny look. “She’s worth 200,000 credits, though. You can’t pass that up.”

You nod, tossing the fob and puck into your bag. “See you around.” 

As you walk back to your apartment, lots of thoughts run through your mind. There’s no way she’d come quietly. But it’s 200,000 credits… that would keep you comfortable for a bit longer. On the other hand… she’s the one who warned you about Dooku’s death and told you to go somewhere safe… 

The lower levels of Coruscant were exactly as you’d expected them to be. Seedy. Sketchy. Dark. You’d been there for a year now with your own apartment and your own life started, away from the Sith. Surprisingly, it wasn’t that bad. You didn’t mind being on your own. You enjoyed your freedom. 

You suspected that Dooku still had his eyes on you somehow because your rent was suddenly all paid for the next year, which didn’t sit well with you. Were you still wanted by the Separatists? When would you be allowed to return to the surface? When could you return to Serenno? 

Walking through the streets with your hood drawn up like you normally do, you feel a presence behind you. A presence you’d not felt in a really long time. Quickly rounding a corner and hiding behind a dumpster, you wait for the person to walk by. But they don’t.

As you stand to walk away, there’s a familiar voice behind you.

“I thought I saw you down here.” Ventress pulls up her mask.

You turn around to see her and can’t help but smile. Finally, a familiar face. Maybe not a friendly one, but that’s alright.

“I heard what you did, freeing that clone.” She tells you. “Heard it pissed off a lot of people.”

You shrug. “You know I was never good at doing what I was told.”

“I’ve been keeping an eye on you.” She tells you, softly, walking closer to you.

“You have?” She was the one keeping an eye on you… Not Dooku.

She nods. “I’ve got some news, though.”“What is it?” You ask.

Has the war finally ended? Have the Separatists won? Would you finally be allowed to return to the surface? You miss the sunlight. 

“Dooku is dead.” She tells you.

It hits you like a train. Dead? How is that possible? 

“Dead at the hands of Anakin Skywalker.” She tells you.

“Oh.” You murmur. 

Skywalker… Of course… 

“Listen… the surface is a shit show right now. I think you need to get off-world and go somewhere safe.” She tells you.

Your master is dead. You’re alone. You’re stuck here. You’d never get to see the sunlight again.

Ventress says your name, snapping your thoughts back to reality. “Did you hear me?”

“What?” 

“There’s a planet called Ord Mantell. It’s safe for people like us. Deserters.” She tells you.

You nod. “Got it. Ord Mantell…” 

“Here. This will help you stay anonymous.” She hands you her mask and you look down at it as you hold it. 

Running your hand over the worn golden yellow art that decorates it, you look up at her. “Why are you helping me?” 

“Because we never belonged with them.” She tells you. “We don’t belong anywhere.” 

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[tennessoui]

Hi miss Kit! So um, I'm not the anon who had the idea about the Pokemon obikin AU but I saw that you're still looking for a prompt so I did some brainstorming?

Obviously Anakin is aiming to be a Pokemon Master which is why he'll have to fight the elite four eventually. Which is not an easy task despite what the games might imply! So what if, despite breezing through the gyms before, beating Team Rocket and having a team that is powerful and adores him, he still fails his first attempt at the league.

I remember Prof Oak telling your rival after you beat him in gen 1 that he lost to you because he doesn't love his Pokemon enough which is bullsh*t!! But must surely be a cutting remark.

So ofc he goes to caretaker!Obi-Wan afterwards because he is a former Pokemon trainer so how has he dealt with loss before? Does Anakin really not love his team enough? Bonus points if Obi has challenged the league before (and won??)

I just realized that this is way too angsty for the Pokemon universe >.< everything is nice and soft here

alright!!!!!! finally!!! here is that pokémon au, a bastardization of this prompt and @sinhalbutnoangst 's prompt "24: Right before a passionate/first kiss & 16: “There’s nothing to be scared of, okay? I’m right here.” For a Pokémon AU !!!"

I hope y'all both enjoy or at least find parts to be happy about!!!

(fair warning i don't know a lot about pokémon so who knows how accurate this is at ALL)

(3.3k)

(i've linked each pokémon name with their pokedex picture just so everyone knows what they look like. no need to read the descriptions or anything)(god knows i didn't half the time)

Obi-Wan is in the water, tending to a shy gyarados a trainer had left behind as a Magikarp a few months ago, when on the shore his flareon raises its muzzle and barks loudly. That’s her signal that someone’s arrived at the Daycare center proper. Obi-Wan furrows his eyebrows, as he strokes his hand down the gyarados' side.

“I always tell them to call ahead,” he mutters as the pokemon nudges closer for more attention. “Why do they never call ahead?”

Gyarados knocks him hard in the arm. It’s clear she wants more pats, but business calls.

“Would you mind terribly taking me back to shore, dear?” Obi-Wan asks politely. It’d be faster than swimming all the way there, and it would strengthen the Pokémon's connection with humans.

On the shore, Flareon bounds around in a circle, tail flickering back and forth. It must be someone she recognizes the scent of. A regular then. That means Obi-Wan can take his time getting back to the counter to greet them, but he probably shouldn’t show up dripping wet in only a pair of swim trunks.

Luckily, Gyarados gives him a lift, bellowing mournfully to be left alone again when Obi-Wan alights onto the sand. When her trainer comes back to pick it up, Obi-Wan has half a mind to offer to buy her from them. No one who actually cares about their pokemon would leave a magikarp to become a gyarados under the care and instruction of someone else.

But becoming known as the Daycare Runner who gets attached to Pokémon and tries to keep them is perhaps a serious threat to his business as a whole. And he’s already done that too many times.

No, the best thing to do is to wait for the trainer to come back and sit them down to give them a serious talk about their Pokémon’s emotional needs. They’re probably young. Most trainers are these days. On some level you have to be in order to have the energy to travel as much as you do, to sleep on the ground more nights than not.

Yes, they’re probably young, and more focused on gym battles than their Pokémons’ growth and happiness. It happens sometimes with tunnel vision like that. Too many advertisements for the Pokémon League, the Elite Four, the Gym badges. Obi-Wan had been the same way when he was a kid.

He gathers his clothes from the shoreline and slips on his shoes. Flareon tries to help dry him out by wrapping herself repeatedly around his ankles and cooing out gusts of warm air, but all it does is create a new and unusual tripping hazard.

Especially when she suddenly perks up, about halfway to the building and jumps forward into a run. Obi-Wan stares after her, confused, clothes held in a slackened grip until he sees a very familiar growlithe running fult tilt from around the building. It hops the fence with practiced ease that makes Obi-Wan inwardly despair at the lesson it’s unwittingly teaching all of the other Pokémon.

But he can’t deny the way his heart thuds when he realizes what its presence means. His flareon, embarrassingly enough, seems to be thinking along the same lines, as she bounds up to the growlithe and starts winding between his legs instead, rubbing her head over every part of black and orange fur she can reach.

Obi-Wan sighs and shucks on his buttoned shirt, shaking out the water from his hair. He doesn’t even really bother with pants, seeing as his wet swim trunks go almost to his knees.

It’s Anakin. Anakin’s here. Anakin hasn’t been here for four months when he left in the midst of a shouting match. Obi-Wan has been trying--unsuccessfully--to put Anakin out of his mind. And now Anakin’s growlithe is prancing towards him like it’s a special present to see him at all.

“Yes, hello there,” Obi-Wan murmurs, pausing in buttoning up his shirt so he can pet at the growlithe’s--what does Anakin call him again?--muzzle. For a second, the Pokémon nuzzles back, scenting his face and neck as territorial Pokémon are wont to do, before it moves quickly forward and grabs Obi-Wan by the shirt, swinging him up onto its back.

Out of shock and a latent survival instinct, Obi-Wan drops the rest of his clothes and clings to the Pokémon’s back. “Shit!” is on the tip of his tongue the entire two minutes it takes to bound back to the fence, over it and through the welcome doors of his own Daycare.

Anakin is standing, back to the entrance, furiously tapping the bell on the desk, looking somehow both desperate and bored.

Growlithe barks once, twice, and shakes himself hard enough that Obi-Wan knows to let go before he gets rolled over upon.

It’s not the most graceful entrance he would have chosen after going months without seeing Anakin, to land on his back, partially dressed and smelling like the sea at the Pokémon trainer’s feet.

Anakin at least has the wherewithal to be both surprised and immediately worried. “Obi-Wan!” he yelps, turning around immediately upon his growlithe’s bark of victory.

“Yes, hello there,” Obi-Wan says dryly sitting up from his sprawl and combing a nervous hand through his hair.

“Where are your clothes?” Anakin asks shrilly, turning a very interesting shade of magenta and looking quickly away from Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan couldn’t be more different, what with the way he looks at Anakin as if he’s starved for the sight of him. It’s been several long months since they last saw each other. The fight had been...awful, to say the least. Anakin had accused him of not really wanting him to succeed. Obi-Wan had accused him of the same tunnel vision he diagnoses most young adults to have.

Neither had been true. Obi-Wan hadn’t even meant it, but he’d been mad. He’d been mad that Anakin hadn’t even thought to listen to him more than a Gym Leader he’d just defeated.

Palpatine had urged him to go straight to the League. Obi-Wan had thought it prudent to return home to his mother, give his Pokémon a break, work his way to the island of the Pokémon League naturally as a means of bonding with and further testing his Pokémon. He has no idea who Anakin ended up listening to. It’s been something that has haunted him for weeks.

“Out in the back,” Obi-Wan grunts, standing and trying to pick up the shattered pieces of his dignity under the Pokémon trainer’s wide-eyed stare. Anakin’s grown older in the past few months, his face sharper. What is he now, newly twenty-three? Halfway to twenty-four? “Your Growlithe was quite enthusiastic to bring me here as soon as possible.”

Anakin flushes and looks down at his feet. He looks tired, Obi-Wan decides. Like he’s walked the entire continent just to show up at his door.

“Sorry,” Anakin says sheepishly. “I had--”

“Him out and walking with you, I know,” Obi-Wan finishes with a fond shake of his head. He buttons the last necessary button on his shirt and sweeps past Anakin to stand behind his desk. “You always liked having one of them out with you. How’s your Jolteon?”

“Twilight?” Anakin asks, sounding surprised Obi-Wan even remembered he had a jolteon. He tries not to feel offended. It’s an unfortunate truth that Obi-Wan remembers almost everything about Anakin, the trainer that used to hang around his daycare as though he couldn’t bear to step more than fifty paces from his front door. “He’s fine. A bit angry with me, I think.”

“Oh?” Obi-Wan asks, furrowing his brow as he looks up at his guest. “I’m not sure I understand.”

Anakin is quiet for a few seconds, and his hands clench down on the edge of the counter-top. When he speaks, his voice wavers. “Obi-Wan...do you think my Pokémon love me? Like, do you think I am a good trainer?”

Obi-Wan stares at him. This isn’t a conversation he should have without pants on, he decides. He slowly puts his pen down. “What happened, Anakin?” he asks gently, reaching out and laying a hand on the arm Anakin still has resting against the counter.

“I lost,” his favorite trainer whispers, looking down. Growlithe--Resolute, that’s what Anakin had named him--noses into the nape of his neck. Obi-Wan is not jealous. “I challenged the Elite Four, and I lost in the second round.”

Obi-Wan’s hand tightens completely involuntarily. He hates hearing that after their years-long friendship, the last few years where he’d thought perhaps they were on the verge of being something more, despite his reservations, Anakin had listened to Palpatine over him. Palpatine.

“Come around back here,” he instructs after a second’s thought. Somehow, still, after all these months, he thinks he knows what Anakin needs. “And release all of your Pokémon from their Pokéballs.”

“All of them?” Anakin asks, sounding so unsure Obi-Wan’s heart aches with the doubt of it all before he reigns that in. This isn’t about him.

This isn’t about him, but he can’t stop himself from asking, just once, “Yes. Do you trust me?”

Anakin’s fingers hesitate on the seal of his first Pokéball, and Obi-Wan’s heart jumps into his throat. “Yeah,” Anakin finally says gruffly, pressing the release. “Yeah, I do.”

His altaria pops out of her Pokéball with a trill and a flap of her cloud-shaped wings. He just catches a hint of the jolteon materialize into existence before he turns his back. “I’m going to put on proper clothes,” he tells Anakin over his shoulder. “Please, make yourself comfortable. I’m sure your Pokémon will remember half the ones here.”

And all of the ones Obi-Wan calls his own, he doesn’t add. Anakin should know. Anakin’s known them since he was fifteen years old and surly over the fact that his mother wouldn’t let him go out and hunt legendary Pokémon until he finished schooling.

He finds his abandoned clothes quickly, and shuffles into them. Flareon noses around him curiously, with more than a bit of excitement. She probably smells Anakin on him. The thought doesn’t warm his cheeks, but if it does, he’ll blame it on the sudden amount of heat she’s giving off.

He leaves his shirt as is and doesn’t even bother with the vest or tie. He’s not here to be Professor Kenobi. He’s here to be Obi-Wan, Anakin’s friend. That’s what Anakin needs from him right now. A friend.

He fixes his hair anyway in a mad bout of nerves, but no one, not even his mienshao or flareon, obsessed with appearances as they are, are paying enough attention to him in order to soothe his sudden insecurities.

More than anything, he wants to be back in the sea, surrounded by the gyarados’ coils. He doesn’t understand humans as much as he would like to, and he certainly doesn’t understand Anakin. Not anymore. Perhaps he never did.

His flareon bumps at his wrist with the crown of her head and he looks down with a sigh. “Someone’s excited, I see,” he murmurs wryly, smoothing down the stuck-up fur of her hair and chest mane. She purrs. “Not the most excited though,” he adds with a huff as he sees a blur of white and blue from the corner of his eyes as the female Meowstic who spends most of her time strolling the parameter of the Daycare abandons her position to dart towards the backdoors where a newly emerged navy male Meowstic stands waiting.

They collide and curl into each other, two halves of one whole brought back together.

Well, that’s as good as any sign to approach Anakin, who has decided to collapse on the soft grass of the enclosure. Other than the Meowstic, his freed Pokémon have curled around him. The jolteon, Artoo, rests by his head, while his charizard, Mustafar, brackets the length of his body with his own. The growlithe sits watchful at his feet, while a new, unfamiliar pancham curls up on his chest. Finally, his gallade sits cross-legged to his side.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan drawls before he can help himself, “It’s very obvious that your Pokémon don’t love you.”

Anakin bolts upright at the sound of his voice. The pancham growls at him, a baby noise that Obi-Wan didn’t necessarily think the species capable of.

The Pokémon trainer hushes it quickly with a stern, “Vader, no.”

Obi-Wan comes to sit cross-legged in front of the man. “You didn’t have a pancham last time,” he says easily. What he really wants to ask is much more complicated. He wants to know everything. He wants to know how Anakin changed. When. Why. He wants to know what’s still the same.

It’s always complicated when it comes to Anakin. It’s never been easy.

“He was injured when I found him,” Anakin admits, stroking the top of Vader’s head. “But a fighter. I think I was injured when I found him too.”

The man seems so lost in his own recollections that Obi-Wan hates to interrupt. Carefully, Anakin’s jolteon, Twilight, noses his hand. When he’s not pushed away, he jumps into Obi-Wan’s lap with a trill. Flareon lets out a hiss, but acquiesces when the jolteon licks at her snout, accepting her ownership of Obi-Wan.

“I had just lost,” Anakin says slowly. “I wanted to come back here, rent a Lapras and just ride until I saw the shoreline I knew was yours. But I didn’t know what you’d say to me. How mad you’d still be.”

Obi-Wan bites his lip. He wouldn’t have been mad. He’d been worried, from the second Anakin left his property. But how to tell the man that? Would the other even want to hear it? Would he think Obi-Wan was trying to infantilize him, to protect him?

“I didn’t want you to be right.” Anakin whispers, arms tightening around the Pokémon. “I didn’t want you to be right and say that I wasn’t ready. And then I was in the forest, walking home, and I found this guy. He’d been attacked by a bug pokémon who was probably a higher level. But he was so angry still. I...I wanted him on my team. I needed that fire back.”

Obi-Wan suddenly thinks that there’s much more distance between them than there should be. He wants to be hugging Anakin, to be kissing his temple. These were allowances they had given each other before the fight, things that Obi-Wan had squirreled away, close to his heart.

He wants them back.

“But I keep thinking about how the professor who gave me my first Pokémon told this guy I beat in my first battle that he lost because he didn’t love his Pokémon right, and I...I’m just worried that’s why I lost.” Anakin stares down at his pancham, who puts his paws on his cheeks and pats a few times.

“Oh, Anakin,” Obi-Wan sighs. He thinks it sounds too fond, too revealing, but Anakin looks up at him with wide, frightened eyes. “I’ve never known a trainer to love his Pokémon more, dear one.”

“Then why?” Anakin asks plaintively, scooting forward until their knees brush. “Why did I lose? The gym leader of Cinnabar Island told me I would win!”

Obi-Wan, quite maturely in his opinion, doesn’t mention the fact that the recently defeated Palpatine probably had ulterior motives for Anakin to challenge the league too quickly and then fail. “You weren’t ready, Anakin,” he says instead, placing his hand on the other’s knee and holding it even when the trainer jerks out of his grp. “Please, listen. It's about sheer time, training experience. It’s not about you or your relationship to your Pokémon. You have such an amazing, strong relationship with them! They love you. Anyone could tell. And you’re not lacking in skill either. I know your mind is sharp and ready for battle.”

Anakin looks at him teary-eyed. “I’ve been so worried that maybe they didn’t know I loved them,” he admits in a wavering voice.

Obi-Wan can’t resist moving impossibly closer to his trainer. “Oh, Anakin, of course they do. Pokémon don’t always express or interpret love the same way humans do, but they do have their own ways of showing it.”

“Like what?” Anakin sniffles, wiping at his wet eyes. If Obi-Wan had really been listening, he would have noticed the change in his tone. As it is, he continues immediately, too focused on trying to stop his trainer from crying to think of anything else.

“A fire-type Pokémon wil try to warm you if they think you’re cold, even if it means staying up all night to keep you in in its flame. And fighting-type Pokémon are capable of throwing a blanket over you if they think you need to rest. Psychic-types have been known to read their trainer’s emotions and either hug them or give them distance whenever they want. Ground- and bug-type have been known to bring berries to their trainers to get them something to eat, and electric--why are you looking at me like that?” Anakin’s nascent smirk grows bigger at this interruption and he cocks his head to the side as he studies Obi-Wan’s face. “And what does it say about a man who spends all of his time around Pokémon, that he would do those exact same things for me?”

Obi-Wan at least understands enough to scurry backwards a few paces, much to the jolteon in his lap’s distress, who jumps away with a huff.

“I’m not sure I understand,” he says quickly.

Anakin inches forward, setting the pancham, Vader, aside. He really has grown in the past few months. The loss of the League, the months apparently spent on the road, have aged him so that he’s both recognizable and something new and wild. “What if I knew of a man,” Anakin murmurs, falling to his palms as he closes the gap between them. “One who warmed me when I was cold, covered me when I was tired, hugged me when I was needy, and fed me when I was hungry? What would that mean, in terms of Pokémon?”

Obi-Wan swallows nervously. His entire body is bracketed by Anakin. Anakin, who seems to have discovered his most-guarded secret in their months apart. Anakin, who is hovering over him now with a dark look in his eyes. Finally something in Obi-Wan gives way. This is it. He will give Anakin everything he asks for. Everything he needs. He’s always tried to do this exact thing.

“I suppose that would mean he loved you,” he whispers, closing his eyes so he does not have to see Anakin’s recoil, Anakin’s disgust.

Anakin hums instead. “Obi-Wan,” he whispers, exhale hitting his lips. “Obi-Wan, open your eyes. There’s nothing to be scared of, beloved. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.”

At these words, Obi-Wan’s eyes jump open of their own accord. Anakin’s lips press down onto his in a movement just as sudden. He whimpers involuntarily and reaches up to clutch at the trainer’s hair, hold him to his mouth. Just as involuntarily, his lips part and Anakin’s tongue licks around the gap before darting inside. He moans. It’s shameful, the way he goes from scared to sucking on Anakin’s tongue as if he’ll die without the warm intrusion of it.

It hardly feels like the first time they’ve kissed. It feels like they’ve been kissing for years, like Anakin knows his mouth completely and utterly.

There are so many secrets left between them. Obi-Wan’s one unopened Pokéball, sitting on his belt. Anakin’s relationship with that last Gym leader. What he’s been doing these past few months. What Obi-Wan Kenobi made his fortune off of.

But none of it matters now. Not here at this moment. All that matters is showing Anakin that he’s been just as missed, just as wanted.

With that in mind, Obi-Wan rolls on top of his trainer and shoves his hands up inside Anakin’s shirt to trace along the muscles of his chest and back. This was his. His, his, his. He had come back to him. Everything else could wait.

[tomeandflickcorner]

Top 5 Star Wars characters, for the ask please!

Sorry for not responding sooner. Anyway, here we go!

In no particular order:

1) Yoda

Do I even have to explain this? Yoda is awesome! Unquestionably the strongest and wisest Jedi there was. (And I will forever stand by my statement that Yoda definitely won that fight against Emperor Palpatine in Episode 3)

2) Finn

Yeah, the sequel trilogy was a bit of a mess, especially since they went in without even fully planning everything out. I wont deny that fact. But Finn was still a really cool character. The man who was groomed and raised to be a Stormtrooper, but ultimately decided that he didn’t belong there and chose to rebel and follow his own path. What’s not to like about that? Shame Disney didn’t give him much to do as the trilogy progressed, because he had so much potential!

3)L3-37

I get the feeling that some people didn’t like her, but I’m not one of them. I loved this Droid character. After all, it was about time that someone addressed the fact that Droids were often looked down on in the Star Wars universe. (Even Obi-Wan, who I do like, showed signs that he viewed Droids as inferior)

4) Hera Syndulla

Okay, let’s get one thing clear. Regardless of what others might claim, Hera was the best pilot within the Rebel Alliance, hands down. (Let’s face it, if a tactical and military genius like Thrawn openly acknowledges your skill as a pilot, then you know you’re good). In addition, she was an awesome leader and mother figure to the Ghost crew.

5) Lop

I know she only appeared in one tiny installment of the Star Wars anthology series, Star Wars Visions, and that she might not even exist in the official canon. But I still loved her and the story she was involved in. And I hope they’ll eventually expand on her story.

Top 5/Top 10 Asks

[darkisrising]

happy anniversary!! love your fics, ive read some of them even four or five times. my question is, what are some ideas that have popped into your head but that you never got around to writing and maybe never will? like maybe some AUs that you thought would be fun or cool but that you probably wont end up writing? I get a lot of these, like ideas for AUs that arent fully fleshed out enough to actually write a whole fic about but that i enjoy thinking about and daydreaming about anyways.

Thank you!!! And I'm so happy you've enjoyed my stuff enough for multiple read-thrus. That's the best thing to hear as a writer 💖💜💖 Oh man, yeah, I have a graveyard of never-written ideas, some more cooked up than others. Let me see what I can dig out from ye olde wip folder.... Okay, these have made brief appearances on the BDL server so if you're on there, sorry, you might have seen this already. High school AU

This one I tried writing two times, so here are two different attempts at turning it into something:

When Luke was nine he went viral.

To Luke’s eyes it wasn’t even that impressive a video. Just something his dad was shooting of his afterschool training session in the backyard, something that they could play back later to examine all of Luke’s mistakes in excruciating detail.

And, according to General Anakin Skywalker, President Palpatine’s Chief of Staff of the Air Force, and a former baseball wunderkind himself, there was pretty much nothing but mistakes on those videos.

Still, there must have been something in his fastball that particular day. Some extra Skywalker Magic in the two seamer that reminded his dad of his own glory days— something he was proud enough to boast about to anyone but his own son— because he sent the clip off to an old buddy of his from the Air Force Academy who shared it with someone else they’d played with that was now coaching out in Montana until, somehow, it had ended up as a filler segment on ESPN college sports, of all things.

That’s when the college recruiters started calling.

Not officially, of course. There were rules about this kind of thing, and so the best they could offer his dad was a verbal agreement and a firm handshake. Still, he was the only kid on his Little League team— the only elementary school kid in all of Maryland maybe— that knew exactly where he’d be going to college outside of an overbearing parent’s expectations. As long as he didn’t completely screw everything up with terrible grades or a catastrophic injury, he would be playing for Mustafar U and that was pretty much that.

It should have been a relief, to have such a huge weight like the burden of his future taken off his shoulders, but if anything it gave his dad more fuel to add to his fire when he had enough time at home to turn a critical eye on the doings of his children.

“Think that’s good enough for Mustafar, Luke?” he’d ask after every bad game.

“Luke, you know that’s not gonna cut it at Mustafar,” he’d say for a report card that was anything less than sterling.

“He needs to back off,” Leia had growled once when they were in middle school and she was in her anti-authority grunge phase, scrawling little anarchy As all over their military mailings and swapping out the tennis bracelets their dad kept buying her for jewelry made by her purple-haired BFF out of paperclips and safety pins. “If he’s not careful he’s gonna give you a perfectionism complex that all the therapy in the world won’t be able to fix.”

“It’s fine,” he’d told his twin. “He just wants me to be the best I can be and I want that, too.”

“Hm,” she’d said, unconvinced, as she’d gone back to painting her nails black with a sharpie.

Anyway, it didn’t matter. Leia was Leia Skywalker: pusher of boundaries and eternal shit stirrer and Luke was Luke Skywalker: baseball prodigy, perfect student, and future pitcher for the Lavas. She could do things like stand up to their pervy biology teacher until he got kicked out of school and attend marches against the President’s executive order abolishing term limits on the presidency so that he could be voted into office for a third time, and bring home a win to their school’s debate team that simultaneously got her a gold trophy and temporarily put on the no-fly list. Luke couldn’t; not when any little fuck up meant having everything his father had ever wanted for him evaporate in the blink of an eye. He couldn't afford any distractions.

Which was— despite all of Leia’s muttered commentary— absolutely fine. He might yearn for more every now and then, especially when practice meant watching the sunset from the dirt of a pitcher's mound on a Friday night, knowing kids his age were hanging out and going on dates and making foolish choices that they could laugh off with their friends by the morning, but this was what his life was going to be like for the foreseeable future and he was trying to make peace with that.

He <i>had</i> made peace with that.

That is, until junior year started and a new transfer came to Tatooine Prep who had dark eyes, soft lips, and the bristling, optimistic beginnings of a mustache. Suddenly it was all Luke could think about every Friday night from the mound: hanging out with Din Djarin. Going on a date with Din Djarin. Making foolish choices with Din Djarin.

And he might have, too— and risked watching his carefully maintained GPA and strike out percentages take a turn for the worse— except one day he’d gotten to practice early to find him making out under the bleachers with Boba Fett, and the last thing Luke wanted was to piss off the school’s resident bad boy by making a move on his new boyfriend.

Boba had gotten there first, just like Leia had snatched Han Solo up freshman year when Luke was fumbling around in the dark with his sexuality like the little zygote queer that he was, still trying to understand why the sight of the opposing team in their uniform pants was doing things to him and why he'd spent years really, really, really, <i>really</i> wanting Han to be his friend.

Junior year bled into senior year and though the dawn of his final year feels painted with some strange euphoria— with the world, <i>his</i> world, poised on the finest of edges, a delicate place to be before the inevitable tip over into the rest of his life—- there was still plenty to mope about. Like seeing Boba with his arm thrown over Din’s shoulders during assemblies and walking in on them making out in the chem lab and knowing that that could have been him with Din if only he’d been a little faster and a lot more confident.

Boba's got confidence aplenty and he’s willing to make the moves Luke isn’t.

“I’ll fix you up with someone,” Leia offers one morning when they’re making the long walk from the student parking lot to the school and Luke catches sight of Din’s beaten up Razor Crest parked beneath a snow-laden tree with the windows all fogged up. * and then then there was this section, that doesn't share all the details of the above section, it was just another attempt at making something happen:

Luke’s good with parents, so he’s the one Boba and Din throw at Boba’s dad when he comes home sooner than expected.

“What am I supposed to say?” Luke had hissed as four strong palms shoved him up the basement stairs when the tread of boots overhead made it clear they were going to get caught unless some serious heroics happened and quick.

“You’ll figure it out,” Din had insisted while Boba growled “Better think of something, golden boy,” and then Luke was facing the frowning, stern face of one Jango Fett, school principal and all-around terrifying authority figure.

“Skywalker,” he says, both an identification of this unexpected teen in his home and a greeting all wrapped up in one.

“Sir,” Luke stammers back, like an idiot.

A suspicious narrowing of dark eyes and Luke can feel his face catch fire like the worst tell in all of fucking history. “I didn’t know you and Boba were friends.”

“Oh, yeah, sir. Great friends,” Luke lies. “Really, really great— hey, this is a *lovely* home you’ve got,” he says when some lingering upper middle class niceties finally catch up with his wandering mouth.

“Hm,” Mr. Fett says in reply. “Where’s my son, Skywalker?”

“Oh, well, he’s— um...” certainly not raiding your liquor shelf with his boyfriend for a party the Kryze sisters are throwing tonight that’s guaranteed to be the rager of the year, Luke is careful *not* to say. “Studying. That’s why I’m here, I’m helping him study,” and there, that’s absolutely a believable one, since Luke Skywalker, academic wunderkid and varsity baseball player would absolutely spend his free time taking on a hopeless case like Boba Fett, whose only real contribution to the bettering of their school up until now has been by setting fires in the guy’s bathroom that required a complete reno from the linoleum floors to the acoustic drop ceiling tiles.

“Studying?” Mr. Fett repeats with a frown.

“Yup!” Luke says with a bright, golden-boy grin.

“On a Friday.”

“Oh, well, yeah. Can’t ever study too much, that’s what I always say! Anyway, I should get back to it, just came into the kitchen for some—” his eyes land on the fridge— “Water! Love water, you know, hydration is *so* important. So I’m just gonna-- “

Squeezing past a Jango Fett that stares with unnerving stillness, arms crossed, Luke is lucky enough to intuit where the cups are with the first opened cabinet door. With shaking hands he fills the cup from the sink and can only pray that Mr. Fett doesn’t notice the way it slops over the rim when he takes a jittering sip.

From behind Mr.Fett he sees Din emerge from the basement and give Luke a thumbs up and he almost collapses with relief. Whatever the plan had been to get those bottles of tequila and scotch out of the house must be a success.

“Anyway, it was *fantastic* to see you,” Luke says a little too loudly if Mr. Fett’s wince and Din’s quiet, amused smirk is anything to go by.

“Hi, Mr. Fett,” Din greets politely, and this is one unexpected teenager in his house that the principal doesn’t bat an eye to.

“Din,” he says, greeting his son’s longtime boyfriend, and Luke gets a little pinch in his chest at that.

Leia says he’s a fucking headcase for falling in...love?— maybe, lust— definitely with Din Djarin when he’s practically had a tattoo on him that said “for use by Boba Fett ONLY” since he’d transferred into Tatooine High in freshman year. But now it’s gotten bad, to the point he’s willingly getting pulled into juvenile delinquent schemes masterminded by Boba just so he can spend a little extra time basking in the slow, steady, warm presence of Din a little longer. Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic, but he has no regrets when Din throws his arm around Luke’s shoulder as they hurry out of the kitchen, whispering so that Boba’s dad can’t hear “Good work, golden boy,” and dammit even Boba’s much-hated nickname for Luke sounds so *good* when said in Din’s low voice.

“Happy to help.”

Boba’s waiting, leaning against the passenger side door of Din’s beater car. When Din gets close enough he snags him by the back of the collar and pulls him down into a very wet kiss. Even though seeing Din kissed to within an inch of his life by someone that’s *not* him is a sick, tight pain beyond any other, he’s not so immune to his hormones that the brief glimpse he gets of their tongues meeting doesn’t… do something to him. He turns away, hurrying down the black driveway before Boba notices anything incriminating like boners that Luke may or may not be starting to stir in his jeans.

“Where do you think you’re going, Skywalker?” Boba’s voice rings out behind him, and he turns to see them with their arms still wrapped around each other, Boba’s hands shoved down into Din’s back pockets like they live there or something.

“Oh, well.” Historically good kids like Luke have never warranted invitations to all-out ragers, especially not at the Kryze sisters’ place, and he knows the hierarchy of high school too well to even pretend he can follow Din into any old den of iniquity. “Home, I guess. But this was fun, maybe we can hang out again sometime.”

Boba might be short, but he’s got BDE if ever Luke has seen it personified, and the other boy is by Luke’s side in two strides, tops.

“Nah, I don’t think so.” Boba pulls Luke in, close enough that Luke can smell the faintest whiff of his sweat, the only tell that maybe he hadn’t felt as in control of this situation as he’s been letting on. “Tonight you’re with us.”

* Also my notes say that in this world Grogu is a kitten that Din finds? Huh. Anyway, that's one AU that will probably never see life outside these snippets.

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Anakin jr explored an ancient jedi temple with Uncle Luke, but got lost and separated. Reaches the light of day on a planet that definitely isnt the planet he landed on, and is the aftermath of a battle, its grounds littered with tancoloured droids (ones he doesnt recognized), then realised a) he is fucked, b) he wont ever live it down, bc his siblings r shitheads, and c) he time travelled. Which, the last time he checked, is impossible. Sry, I need to see more anakin jr. U write him so well xo

(You should write this story! It’s a great premise! But it’s not for me. Here! Have my Nik Solo story!)

He is not, in any way, supposed to be here. He’s been warned that the ruins of Coruscant’s Jedi temple are off-limits; that the ghosts that linger here are too overwhelming to spend time with. 

Anakin Solo is nothing if not empathetic, and he knows that his family is trying to protect him. To shield him from the horrors that linger through the Force after so much destruction. 

But he really wants to go. 

“Children died in that temple,” his mother had pointed out. “It’s overwhelming to feel all of that. When you’re old like me, you can go wherever you like.” 

“I’m old now!” Anakin had argued. “Er...older. I’m a grown-up, I’m twenty.” 

“Nik…” 

He wouldn’t have gone. He would have obeyed. 

He really would have. 

But something called to him in the night.

“Solo, get your sorry excuse for a Jedi Knight butt down here.” 

It had been jarring to wake up to that coming through the Force.

“I’ll get in trouble,” he whispers back to the voice. 

“Nobody ever accomplished anything by staying out of trouble,” the voice tells him. “Jedi temple. Now, young Solo.” 

Anakin huffs and slips out of bed.

***** 

The temple ruins are cold, and dark, and Anakin pulls his jacket close as he looks around. It is, indeed, eerie to be here; to feel the death that still lingers in this place. 

He huffs out a breath and sits down on the ground, looking around. 

“Anakin Skywalker walked into this place and murdered everybody,” he says worriedly. “Did he even know what he was doing? Did he feel anything? Did he have doubts? Did he care? Did he ever feel guilt or regret or shame? Was he so far gone at that point that it didn’t matter?” 

“Those are questions the galaxy will probably never have answers to,” a voice says. The same voice that had called to him earlier. 

Anakin gets to his feet quickly, eyes wide. “Whoa...you…” 

Mace Windu grins a little, amused. “Mace Windu. Jedi master.” 

“I know!’ Anakin squeaks. “You were amazing! War hero, Jedi Council Champion, brilliant politician...You knew Chancellor Palpatine was dirty.” 

“Already such a head full of history,” Windu chuckles, taking a seat on the cracked stairs. 

“My grandfather killed you,” Anakin says sadly.

“Your grandfather was barely your grandfather anymore by that point,” Mace says gently. “He was something else. Twisted and dark. Palpetine manipulated him. I’m not saying he doesn’t get blamed for what happened, but...destiny was against him from the day he took his first breath.” 

Anakin nods, sitting on his knees in front of the Jedi Master. “Why did you call me here, Master Windu?” 

“Because the galaxy has a bad habit of forgetting its past,” Windu tells him. “Of thinking those very bad things could never happen again. You’re seeing it now, with your younger brother and the First Order. People forget.” 

“Is it not wise to move on from the past?” Anakin asks, tilting his head. “To find new life and a new way?” 

“There is a difference between moving forward, and forgetfulness,” the old Jedi tells him. 

“What would you have me do?” 

“Learn,” Windu tells him, grinning fondly. “Seek out the untold stories...the forgotten histories of the Jedi and the Sith. Bring what is shrouded in shadow and secrecy into the light.” 

“The war just ended, Master Windu,” Anakin bites his lip. 

“And the way to avoid another one, is to understand the ones that came before,” Windu tells him. “Start here at the Temple. It won’t be easy, but it’s an important landmark.” 

“What’s left of it,” Anakin comments, looking around at the drafty, derelict building.

“Nobody’s been down in the records archive for a very long time,” Windu tells him. “I’d start there.”

[krawalito]

This post is not spoiler free. Its tagged but I don’t really give a shit anymore. I was spoiled and I am actually happy about it. my thoughts on Tros.

My fellow reylos. So here is my last post before I’ll come back tomorrow. I have another 6 hrs before I see the movie. But before I do I need to release some of my thoughts.

 I think I will find some scenes in this movie i am going to enjoy. I am not going to hate all of it. In general I am a very positive person so I think it wont kill me.

BUT here comes the big BUT. What the hell is wrong with American scripts/movies/shows? (this has nothing to do with American people but with the American film industry. Don’t get me wrong). What is this subvert expectations? What is this bittersweet shit NO ONE really wants to see? Did they not learn from their mistakes? I used to say you cannot compare SW with GOT but I was wrong. The premise yes is different, but the outcome of storytelling is still the same.

I loved GOT with all my heart. It was cruel at most times but still I had some hope that in the end everything will come to conclusion and it will not leave me totally frustrated. I didn’t expect an HEA at all but something better than the last season. I was about buying merch, I was about buying all the seasons, but I ended up buying NOTHING. This show literally doesn’t exist for me anymore. I erased it completely bc they screwed it up. Let’s face it they did. And I was not the only one boycotting everything post season 8. HBO lost revenue. Every company selling merch lost revenue. They did. And still we see the same storytelling style yet again.

What’s wrong with happy endings? Why do all of these big Hollywood companies think we want this cruelty? I don’t. and from what I read, listen and see the majority of people don’t. especially women. I am so sick that they use us, tease us but in the end, they don’t give us what we deserve. I am sick of it. The point of diving into fantasy is to forget about the world around you. The world alone is tough enough and I don’t want to be haunted by that when I watch fiction. That’s the whole point of fiction.

SW is about HOPE, always was, always should have been. JJ obviously missed the point. HE DID!

NO ONE wanted Rey to end up where she started. NO ONE. NO ONE wanted the most popular character to die like this. if you kill him then c’mon bring him at least back as a force ghost, bc that leaves a door open and it gives people hope. What the hell is wrong with JJ? Reys ending is the most ridiculous end of all times. And don’t get me started with Leia. Leia never had any luck in her entire life. And this is how it all ends for her? Not reuniting with her son? nope with whatever rey is to her. I have no words for that. this is bad storytelling. Period. There is nothing to debate about. It leaves me without any emotion.

I loved the idea of rey being nobody (if the leaks are true and she is a palpatine). That would have been the most beautiful message to all the young girls (and boys) out there that no matter where you come from you can become whomever you want to, and you can end up being strong and loved. But nope. She falls in love, she never finds her belonging bc ben is gone and ends up where she started with a fucking droid, on a dead planet. What message is that? Girl whatever you do in your life you end up unhappy and alone and some dudes who are not related to you say goodbye in a sunset. Praise the lord.

Ben Solo dies. For love. Which is a grand gesture right there and it makes his redemption arc for the GA plausible. BUT not for SW fans. And the fanbase is huge. He was the last skywalker. He was a victim. He was abused. He was the hero after all. And they fucking kill him. If you kill him JJ, make him a fucking force ghost so he can be with his family. What message do they deliver here? That no matter what you do, no matter what happens in your life.. if you are a victim and you do something bad you have to sacrifice yourself in order to get redemption. WTF how am I supposed to tell my kids that the story is just plain dumb? I am (I posted that on my blog) a teenager of abuse and I could see so much of myself in Ben Solo. Its breaking my heart.

And what about the rest? NOT important. Finn? Who? Rose? Who? Poe? Who?

So, what is the conclusion of this story? That the Dark side always wins. Palpatine wins again. That’s it that the story. Anything that came before the Sequels is pointless now. Sorry to say that but it is actually. And the only reason is because they leave us without any hope. That’s the key to SW.

 And please don’t tell me its fiction, calm down its not real. Yes, that is true, and my life goes on and I will survive it but its 42 years (for me a bit less) of a story that accompanied families and friends. Fiction has an impact on you whether you like it or not. I read books which I still think about because they touched me so deeply. Same applies to movies. MEDIA in general is important and has a huge impact on any of us. It influences young children and teenagers quite a lot actually.

So what do I learn from that disappointment? A lot. I will, and I am very serious about it, never invest so much energy on something that I do not know the end of ever again. I will not invest my money on anything SW unless its fan made. I want to know upfront if my expectations are met or not. I am 39, I grew up with Happy endings. I am not prepared for this new era of evil storytellers and I don’t want to ever get used to it.

 I want us Anti or not anti, reysky or reyfinn, reypoe, stormpilot (whatever the shipnames are.. I lost track lol) to express our feelings and let them know that we are not happy with it bc if we don’t nothing is ever going to change. We have a voice and we should use it. Use twitter, use insta, use FB, use change.org to start a petition if you feel the need to. Don’t be afraid we all feel it too.

 Last but not least… we Reylos were right all along. Reylo is canon. And that’s the tea. The last one until the movie comes out on dvd and I can see your beautiful gifs. This fandom brought so many talented people together like I have never seen before. Never forget without us there is no them. So use this power.

 Before I forget. Rian Johnson is a genius. The TLJ is a beautiful movie.

 This is my pre-watch Tros Post and I will make another afterwards but after all the spoilers now I am pretty much convinced that its all true. It won’t change my opinion on the story telling, that remains a shit show but it might change my view on the details.

[dork-empress]

Rise Together

I saw Rise of Skywalker, and while I liked some of it, there are a lot of changes I’d have made, so I thought I’d Write those wrongs (ha). To be clear, I am Absolutely Uninterested in debating any of these things. Just wanted to write ‘em out and share.

Edit: I am so sorry, but tumblr on my ipad is killing me and wont let me put in a read more, i am so so sorry for the long post.

Supreme Lord Kylo Ren has discovered references in the Imperial Archives about a terrible power on the lost planet of the Sith. Obsessed with obtaining it Kylo Ren has summoned the Knights of Ren to his side in order to find the hidden world and secure his rule over the new Empire.

On the new rebel base planet of ________, REY is training to defeat Kylo Ren before he can destroy any more worlds. She learns from the sacred texts of the Jedi order, under the supervision of General Leia Organa.

Concerned about what this new power may mean to the rebellion and all free worlds, she has sent her best pilot POE DAMERON, with a team including CHEWBACCA and FINN in thee Millenium Falcon, to find more information about the First Order’s plans...........

So, first scene’s ok, with Kylo slaughtering innocents, but show more of the Knights of Ren stuff.

He gets to secret sith planet and instead of Palpatine, he is ‘greeted’ by these weird shadow zombie energy things. They swarm him, but when he pulls his red lightsaber, they vanish. He finds a special crystal that can focus the power of the force, and send the star systems to their knees or something. He can be told this by creepy whispers from the shadows (the Dead Sith, Jedi have ghosts, sith have weird zombie things) they want him to destroy the Jedi (Rey) for good.

Things are generally fine with the movie up until Poe and Rey’s argument. Poe tends to think of the Force as a weapon for Rey to use. She says it’s not that, but also argues about the pressure on her. She and Leia are the last of the Jedi, so while she wants to go on every mission, she knows that if something happens to them, there will be no one to stop Kylo. Finn tries to keep the peace between them. They are both right and both wrong.

Yadda yadda, they decide to go on this mission. C-3PO wants Poe to stay behind, because he is also important and may need to help Leia. Poe is obviously dismissive, and further upset that Threepio wants to come with him, but allows it, probably because Finn teases him or something.

Fine again up until the Cool Party, instead of making Rey feel bad about her name, little kid shows some slight force powers. Then later, when storm troopers come, little kid tries to use force to drive them off, but Rey actually does.

Fast forward—threepio actually suggests accessing his memory, says he knows someone from diplomacy, a friend of Leia’s. The one to take them to ksdjf that planet.

Captured stuff and saving chewie is good. Kylo uses some of his new cool sith powers to try and corrupt her. Except its more of a ‘give in, it’s inevitable’ kinda thing.

Ffwd—no weird ex flame of Poes, instead, Threepio uses cool diplomacy skills to get them out of trouble and to safety. Then decides to sacrifice his memory. Sad scene of self sacrifice and Poe coming to respect the diplomatic side of things.

Find the maguffin in the ship, dagger acts more as a compass than a map, because that’s dumb. (What if the wreckage had shifted????? What if they looked at it from a different perspective????ahhh!!!!!)

Meet ex-troopers. They reveal they’ve heard of Finn, were inspired by him. Troopers have their own communications they’ve started after he left, and through it his tale spread. They dismissed it at first, but then felt the feeling to just not do things (the force)

Skip skip skip, Rey goes off on her own because the pressure is too much without Leia, she can’t do it, she doesn’t trust herself. The little robot still has memories of the sith planet thingy because the dude was working from the sith planet to hunt the Jedi.

Poe takes over as General, brings on Threepio as advisor. Sends Lando out (with chewie and threepio) to negotiate their alliance.

Battle is fine, blah blah blah, except Rey is trying to destroy the power source, fighting crazy sith ghosts that want to destroy the last of the jedi.

But Rey is not the last. Kylo helps her. Force sensitive people across the universe (Finn included) send her energy. Finn has an idea.

Finn’s landing troop can’t get to the beacon thingy that Kylo had been using to attach to ships so they could arm their whole thing. Finn has new friend help him tap into stormtrooper coms. Inspires them to revolt (reflection of Order 66). Makes contact with a trooper, RC 835. Finn asks her if he can call her ‘Reece.’ She agrees, and with his and Poe’s help, shuts down the transfer signal thingies.

Dramatic speech with sith ghosts. “You will never be rid of us,” they say, “The more of us you kill, the more we multiply. You can never truly defeat us.”

Rey, channeling energy of jedi past and present, push them bac, “And we,” she says, “Will always fight you.”

She pushes back the sith and destroy the weapon/power source/thing, nearly killing herself. Ben curses the old ghosts, they helped her to fight their enemies, they should give her energy to live. Is visited by the ghost of Anakin. She comes back, and helps him to bring her back with. (Something something using force to bring people back to life, reflecting Padme, blah blah blah)

Celebration celebration celebration, Ben is on the edges, Rey invites him in, he says he wouldn’t be welcomed (he’s right). He goes out to spend his life in an attempt to fix the damage he’s caused. She smiles “If you change your mind—“ “I’ll know how to find you,” he answers, tapping his head.

Rey buries the lightsabers on tattooine. Tests out her own, “When do I get one of those?” Finn asks. She smirks. “When you deserve it.” Show she’s started her new jedi school on the moisture farm. Out of the way place, but self sustaining. Rose helps with the machines, says they’re still in good condition. The new friend, Reece, and the little kid from the party planet are there. They stand together.

[iamianbrooks]

Last Jedi Thoughts

I’m willing to sit through criticisms of most works because nothing is perfect and discussing how something failed is how we make the next thing better. Everything is flawed, and I know this, but man I just can’t stomach most of the criticisms about The Last Jedi when they’re almost unanimously summed up by: “I wanted a specific thing to happen and they didn’t do it” and well I’m really sorry, Jimothy, but a good story shouldn’t be cookie cutter copies of everything that came before it, plus we already did that with Force Awakens so it’s time to move on and get our hands really dirty.

It’s already been written about and reiterated a dozen times but The Last Jedi is specifically about subversion of the fandom, and I guess I can wrap my head around the fact that some people feel personally assaulted by that. So where Force Awakens took you gently in its arms and rocked you into complacence, cooing to you about how everything was going to be alright, this was the old Star Wars you loved, see, it has death stars and kooky creatures and lazerswordz and uncertain romance???? and you loved it and lapped it up and you slept well that night knowing that Star Wars was okay, the mean man who did the prequels to you was never coming back and he’d never hurt you again, and all was right in the Galaxy.

But man, The Last Jedi doesn’t give a flying fuck about your fan theories, your fanfics, your ideals, your mother or your father, or what you want to be when you growed up, because The Last Jedi knows it’s all fantasy and what matters is the here and now of your life and right now there’s shit burning down and your heroes will fail you and if you put all your hopes and dreams into the basket of “this other person is going to come back and save us!” then you’re the real villain because you’re lying to yourself. Hope is in the fact that you keep carrying on and you have no idea if tomorrow is fortune or ruin but you’ll continue all the same. The Last Jedi tells us that there will be ridiculous moments of levity in your life that will happen when everything seems bleak and that it’s okay to laugh even then. 

See, this movie only seems dark and depressing, but it’s really the polar opposite of all those cynical grimdark remakes. The Last Jedi is saying fuck you and your ideals because it wants you to get up off your ass and MAKE them something. The Last Jedi is tough love in cinematic form, it’s saying all this shit is really holding you back and you need to unmoor yourself from this bog you’re trapped in. It says you’ve been stuck in these perpetual cycles of expectations and desires and that it’s actually weighing you (and, by extension, it) down. Yeah, you were expecting Snoke to be the end-all bad guy, just like Palpatine before him (Spoiler alert, nerds: he is Palpatine), but it doesn’t really matter because his death served a greater purpose in progressing Kylo’s plot, which is exponentially more important. Rey’s parents being revealed as nobodies is literally the entire theme of the film because WHO CARES if her parents were Han and Leia or Luke and somebody else or Palpatine making love to the Force or whatever, that would have just been a cheap reveal to get people online going “I KNEW IT” and would have done nothing else for the story. Rey’s parents being nobody is ridiculously more interesting because it’s telling us to stop putting emphasis on the concept of bloodlines, anyone can be a hero or a force user, kinda like Anakin was, or that stable boy at the end of the movie. That’s why Last Jedi doesnt care about your mummy or daddy because your parents arent you. 

Look, real criticism of the movie: the Luke/Rey stuff at the beginning dragged, it really seemed like they were just stalling the plot while the other storyline progressed. I guess it’s some anime trope, but the whole “student looks for ancient teacher who refuses to teach them, but in the process teaches them something about life” thing bores me. But like... that’s it. CGI Yoda looked really bad at first, so that’s another negative I suppose. As I said earlier, I’m not about any discourse about Luke being out of character because he was exactly in character for somebody who saved the Universe, didn’t have anybody left to show him what to do next and he just kinda hard to figure it out as he went along, and then fucked up. Plus, if you spent the last several decades meditating on a mountain after going on crazy space adventures with Han Solo, of course you’d be emulating him. Everybody, since A New Hope, has wanted to be Han. So I wont accept any of those criticisms either.

What this movie did great, besides its themes and overall attitude, was just take this moment of tension, this very simple and tested concept of trying to get away from the bad guys, and just expanded it and protracted it and stretched it out and let the tension build and build until I personally was absolutely convinced the rebels had no hope left, that this was another Rogue One and everyone was going to die at the end. I legit thought that during my first viewing. They were just gonna start over with a new cast for the next movie. And it’s so amazingly difficult to actually pull that off in today’s modern cinematic age, when we’ve seen and done it all. This movie actually had me convinced that the heroes were going to lose. And just like when I was a kid, I will never forget that feeling, even if for only a couple hours, of believing.

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ALL THE SW ONES

-screeches- Here we go1. do you find force users or non-force users more interesting?I usually don’t think I pick the characters I like based on their abilities but more on their personal character. However I do find the force in itself more interesting to have. I think so I would say force users. Though there are tons of non force users who are great too.2. which character do you want to be most like?: Now I know what you might be thinking but honestly.... probably ... Leia Organa.  Leia is so strong yet vulnerable. Stalwart and full of conviction. She pushes on though she loses so much. There is so much for her to carry but it never makes her turn to darkness she still sees the light worth fighting for . to make the world a place world fighting for. A place full of people worth supporting. I want to see that much good in the world in other people. To continue to fight on though there is so much lost. To be a admirable person in a less then admirable world but to fight to make it a better one.   I dont feel that I am that person. But that’d be nice.3. which character are you actually most like?  Now this one is harder to be objective about and someone could argue with me about but I will speak to you from my honest personal opinion. I feel I am most like Anakin Skywalker.  I am speaking of his character as a whole but mostly in the prequel sense. I am hardly ‘fallen’ to the point of Vader. However I will say like Anakin I am good intentioned and driven to betterment and achiement to help others. I am empathetic but also not always the best at understanding social ques. I feel Anakin struggles with this. I also feel Anakin has been loaded with expectation his whole life to a transcendental goal. I relate to this point to an extreme. My family being transcendental Buddhists. There is much pressure to be the absolute and not to be consumed or clouded by the mind. To be ascetic This is something that weights heavy on me . I relate heavily with Anakin. Anakin has fearful dreams of loss. I too have had fearful dreams of loss my whole life and continue to do so. I seek a stable path and yet to have found it. Like Anakin I desire acceptance guidance and approval and validation. I want to know what if what I am doing is right. I also can on my good or even manic days be headstrong or quick to action and not one for for though. When it comes to relationships I am either mistrustful or very attached and sometimes especially early in life It was very hard to separate from those I had feelings for.   A lot of these traits I see In Anakin. So I see myself most as Anakin 4. what headcanon will you defend to the death?:  I don’t know if I have one specific headcanon I wont let go but since I have bipolar myself the ideas of Anakin also ‘suffering’ makes me feel a little bit happier5. what planet would you most like to visit? :For it’s looks, Naboo6. what planet would you most like to live on?: I don’t know... Still probably Naboo... or Zeltros and just party all the time. I kid though7. who do you hope you never meet?: Palpatine. too manipulative8. what is one thing you would change about any movie, show, book, etc?: I will put back in all the cut Padme scenes!! I would I would have her go back to being part of starting the rebellion.  Also better treatment of Shmi9. have you ever made fanart or fanfic? do you make edits or any other fan content?:Not really. I used to make fanvids. I cosplay but thats not really much...I roleplay?10. do you think the jedi were right or wrong?: Hoooboy.  I think their are clouded by absolute thinking themselves. I think they themselves are complacent in a system where they think they have they answers. Where emotions have no use. They are more quick to shut conversations down then to help their fellow jedi. Many issues come up from this holier then thou attitude. 11. who is the most underrated character?..many but I will go with Shmi personally.12. do you care who rey’s parents are?.. I do..but honestly I don’t feel it is intrinsically something that defines her oddly enough. she is more then her parentage. also i don’t follow theories at all. 13. if you could resurrect one dead character, or prevent them from dying, who would it be?. I would want many characters to live. but probably Padme. I have all the Padme feelings.14. what is your favorite alien species? hmm I am terrible.I like torgruta. YAY AHSOKA15. who would you like to bang? It’s a tie ...sorry. Obi-Wan and Padme 16. which movie/episode have you watched the most? Episode III/ROTS17. what is your favorite line?18. what is your favorite star wars book or comic? Anakin and Obi-Wan comics are good19. what’s your opinion on legends/expanded universe? I dont know it well ... sorry >>20. what do you hope will happen in future movies? I hope a lot of things but more then anything I hope Hayden/Anakin gets a cameo and I hope he is treated well as a actor and as a character. I also hope Leia is treated well as a character as well as Carrie’s Legacy. I hope things with Kylo Ren don’t get too...’IM A BAD ASS DUDEBRO’ more then they already are. which is saying something because all the dude bros are tug of way on that front they love him or hate him21. if you could switch any character’s gender, who would it be and why?: Honestly. I probably wouldn't I tend to not genderbend. i tend to think the gender of the character shapes the experience of the story and to change the gender changes the characters personality but thinking on it. I could go for a female Han Solo.  to go with a ‘unaltered’ Leia  But really I usually dont change characters genders for the above reason  But A female Han might actually improve the smuggler character hahah..to me anyway22. favorite droid?: R2D2....im partial. but BB8 its adorable23. what’s your favorite star wars musical piece or theme?Across the Stars. it always has been my favorite. also battle of the heroes..24. how do you pronounce twi’lek? TWEE LEK25. which character do you have a love/hate relationship with?Heh...Probabaly Han Solo... The fanboys. have um... given me a distaste over the years.  But also as a Leia cosplayer you learn to love/hate.....but I am a Kylo cosplayer to...what all of this says about me ?  It must be all very complicated up there

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Ok so the thing us Vader didnt know he had kids, he thought they died with the love of his life but when he does find out he does what he can, feels regret for cutting off his kids hand and because of his kids has a change of heart and makes sure Luke gets out and takes Palpatine with him

Gabriel just starting up sucks, doesnt see past his own nose, wont even use money instead if love like most bad rich fathers and is an evil supervillain manipulating emotions so he can get back his wife to fix his family not even caring about the trama he's caused his own kid, his failing business (let's be honest he doesnt focus enough on it), and has done so many horrible things in the mask and not that either the image of his wife he has will be shattered or she will want nothing to do with him. He'll belive if cause was wasted and probably just blame the world and not care about his actions. Dude is bad, and let's be Frank, pretty much in his own head. The ONE time we actively see him care about his kid is when he thinks he might have gone to far and his kid is in danger as a civilian but he doesnt stop the attack, he just Hope's he was wrong, literally who does that?! He cares more about the past family he had and trying to get it back hes buring any and every bridge he has in the present, hes overprotective but also the most absentee father, he doesnt care what happens to Adrein unless it means he is forming his own free will, overly long hours and isolation: perfectly fine. Real education outside, his own hobbies and god forbid friends he made himself: HOW DARE YOU?! Absolutely horrible and a good contender for worst father (you cant call him a dad he doesnt get that right)

Now I'm trusting but Ozai is here for a reason, burn and emotionally destroy your son, yeah shitty father. Favoritism and forcing a divide between your kids, also really shitty thing to do. He believes that because he is fire lord, he cant do right or wrong, "it's just what he decides" and that's an ego trip and way to shut down anything that slightly disagrees with him. Sure he killed a lot and was a dictator but this about his parenting so I'm not touching that, this time, dude was ready to throw out his first kid cause he didnt have a look in his eyes AS A BABY so he though Zuko wasn't a fire bender. Just the small potential his first kid didnt bend and he threw him out, he had to be convinced to let a child have a CHANCE to prove he could be worth something, I might be crazy but kids shouldn't have to prove they can like do a skill till they can like actually be of an age where it makes sense for them to do it just saying. Lacking a glint in the eyes!!! That's all it took for him, bad bad parent. He also believes that his family belongs to him like objects and that's really not ok. The one time we hear of him being semi decent to Zuko it is because Zuko nearly got swept away in a tide on vacation and he uses that as a chance to saw he was a good father in the early years, yeah that ain't it chief. And sure he gave Azula better treatment, but did he really? Never thought he how to deal with her emotions in a safe way, only thought her power, raised to be like him (a horrible choice really) and she lacks a lot of basic social skills, sure she was the favorite but that doesnt mean he was good for her. She has lots of emotional damage too and when she flies off the rails near the end its because she was never though how to deal with obstacles or someone not agreeing that couldn't be shoved under her heal. Over all a pretty shitty person and father who didnt even try because it was beneath him and not his problem.

(I've never seen the show with that version of Dracula so I cant comment sorry)

All in all Gabriel and Ozai are both the worst but for diffrent reasons and Vader while not the best person did try in the end to be a good dad. (I also firmly belive that if he knew about his kids earlier a lot in Star Wars would have been diffrent and you can't change my mind on that. Family means a lot to Anikin and knowing he had some I feel like would do a lot and mean he would change his mind earlier and also be less swayed by the dark side in the way he was but that's my opnion, objectively he is the only one that I've mentioned on this post that in the end at least did his best that he could fir his kid, in his last moments he choose his kid over himself unlike the other 2)

And now with this essay complete I thank you for coming to my bad TEDTalk

Gabriel vs Darth Vader vs Ozai vs Dracula: Who’s the worst father?