#the last jedi imagines

[amarcia]

Some kind of reunion

✨🌙  ART LOG ->  @404ama

[geekynerfherder]

'Star Wars: The Last Jedi' by Rory Kurtz.

[crying-over-really-dumb-things]

In regards to the limbo space where Ahsoka met Anakin’s force ghost, I honestly think it’s incredibly fitting that they spent their first big reunion after the Empire’s rise and fall just bickering the whole time. Peak sibling energy, like

“Goddamn you look old, anyways I need to finish your training.”

“oh wow ~so cool~ you’re here to help all of the sudden. Remember how you TURNED INTO A MASS MURDERER???”

“Oh my GOD YOU HAD TO BRING THAT UP???”

[rubixcuby]

I wish I was the one they sent to Ach-To

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a fic describing the interaction between the Luke and the reader when they first arrive on the island. All I’ve seen is like, cut to after they’ve settled in.

I want to scale the faces of those jagged cliffs, my feet slipping over rocks as waves crash onto the shore below, urging me onwards to find him.

I want to stumble upon the cloaked figure meditating at the cliff’s edge.

I want that “Luke..?” as an air of recognition graces my expression, my eyes wandering his weathered face, rugged features framed by a scruffy beard and a mop of matted greying locks, until my gaze falls on those piercing blue eyes, devoid of any kindness or warmth they once held.

[demigoddessqueens]

Hey :) can I send in a request for Rey Skywalker to help her (gn) sibling when they are overwhelmed with anxiety due to world events? If not world events, which I totally understand, can it be more general overwhelm, please? In a panicky state and need a comfort or two ❤️

Oh sure!

Masterlist 11

She saw that you are feeling more anxious than normal and grows concerned for you

Be it during canon-events or post, it depends

Rey is a fierce protector as she is Jedi, but when it comes to the matters of you, it’s the sweetest and softest expressions, voice and touches with you

If you ever want to talk, she’s there to hear everything you have to say. It could be hours but you are first priority and the more you two talk, the less stressed you feel

Also, if you feel like it, a sweet kiss from her reassures your troubles

[firerose]

So apperantly the new Rey movie is called „New beginning“

Which makes me think about Baylan and his mission to find a „new beginning

Could Rey be going to Peridea in that movie?

Will she finish what Baylan started by ending the conflict between light and dark but in a less extreme way?

[frost-queen]

⮞ 𝒟𝑒𝓉𝓇𝑜𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃

Connor/ Rk800

• To be human

• Against the program (Deviant!R)

• Watch hour

• When androids love

⮞ 𝒥𝑒𝒹𝒾 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇

Cal Kestis

• I’ll risk it all for you 

• Order 66, copy that!

• Stay by my side

• What lies deep within the heart 

• What lies deep within the heart // part 2

• What lies deep within the heart // part 3 

• What lies deep within the heart // part 4 

• Hanging on tight

• Touch on touch 

• On the edge

Trilla Suduri

• I’m coming after you (Fem!R)

⮞ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓊𝓈

Joel Miller

• Where walls crumble

• Where I need you the most 

⮞ 𝓗𝓸𝓰𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓬𝔂

Sebastian Sallow

• Duel your way to my heart 

• Friends in debt

• A Sallow’s mistake

• Puffskein’s competition

⮞ 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 4

Leon Kennedy

• To serve and protect

• Report for duty

Luis Sera

• Queen of the kings

• Queen of the kings // part 2

⮞ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻

• I was promised to you

⮞ 𝓯𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓭𝔂'𝓼

Steve Raglan / William Afton

• To his liking series

⮞ 𝓑𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓾𝓻'𝓼 𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓮 3

Astarion

• Notes of the evening

[jaca3rys]

GUYS. GUYS. QUICK REMINDER THAT I WRITE FOR ANAKIN, PADMÉ, LUKE, LEIA AND REY!! PLS SEND REQUESTS I BEG IM SO HYPERFIXATED MY BLOG IS @angellieque

[clonehub]

when they were doing TLJ promo and they had Oscar Isaac read that thirst tweet about him breastfeeding someone. What the FUCK was going on

[maulfucker]

you 🫵

tell me about your ocs

HII ABSOLUTELY!!!!! ... well actually I. don't have that much in my head about them. but hiiii

currently my main ocs are an early-empire era crew of bounty hunters composed of:

a dathomirian bounty hunter who is force-sensitive but very stupid about it because he's self taught (Latros)

a nautolan chaos child (Kuru)

a givin pilot who used to be a jedi knight (Dji)

twin mandalorians (Arta and Viti)

they're not officially rebels but they definitely antagonize the empire much more than they obey it. and they have a very fun dynamic to me because Kuru was a padawan who lost their master to Order 66. Latros was a friend of their master and was asked to take care of Kuru. Dji and Kuru's master were padawans of the same master, and so Dji feels like it should be the one to continue Kuru's training. so Dji and Latros butt heads A Lot over how to use the Force and what to teach Kuru. (meanwhile Kuru is learning advanced ass kicking techniques from the mandos while the other two aren't looking.)

I think a lot about Kuru since they're the youngest and thus the most malleable, and I'm thinking about having them become a gray jedi with a side of mandalorian training, and the Inquisitors' worst nightmare: not a merciful jedi not a careless sith but a secret third thing (a gremlin with a whip)

(I was gonna doodle them but krita crashed right when I tried to make a new file so no doodle for you </3)

[shield-and-saber]

yeah, so i just finished cataclysm

[geekynerfherder]

Showcasing art from some of my favourite artists, and those that have attracted my attention, in the field of visual arts, including vintage; pulp; pop culture; books and comics; concert posters; fantastical and imaginative realism; classical; contemporary; new contemporary; pop surrealism; conceptual and illustration.

The art of Pandora Young.

[notyetaskywalker]

Rewatching The Last Jedi makes me wonder if the writers were trying to make Damerey happen with the "I know" from Poe... when the entire film was basically a love letter to Reylo.

[loveoaths]

i think about the droid/automaton temple guardians a lot. like--

they aren't alive, but they aren't not alive, either. they have varying degrees of sentience. they remember the jedi, some of them outlive the purge, knowing the jedi are gone save for whatever knowledge they've squirreled away in their memory banks.

cator, the droid guarding the jedi temple archives with jocasta nu, had a personality. he was serious about protecting and sheltering the jedi's knowledge and their history, so dedicated that he stood up to darth vader in an attempt to keep the list of force-sensitive children safe. sure, it was in his protocol to guard the archives, but he didn't have to care, or love it, or want to do this; we see many droids across star wars who do not give a single shit about their programmed duties, while still executing them.

but cator works hard, diligently and carefully, because cator loved his work, and he loved the jedi.

T0-B1 loved his jedi master so much! and his master loved him so much that he powered T0-B1 with the kyber crystal from his lightsaber! of course jedi wants to be a jedi. of course he wants to fight and protect and preserve life, not because he was programmed for it, because he wasn't, but because he wants to honor the man who gave his life to save him -- him, a "meaningless droid"!

then there are the tomb guardians on zeffo.

thousands upon thousands of years they've stood guard over the secrets of their creators, a species so powerful and gifted with the force that they were their own undoing. do the guardians know they're guarding tombs, or do they believe their masters will return some day from the other side of the veil, and the guardians will be there, waiting, stalwart sentinels ready to welcome them home? if they do know, did they mourn? could they have walked away from their posts but instead chose to stay, to keep the zeffo graves from being desecrated, because they'd rather the world forget their masters than allow them to suffer indignity?

did the guardians love the zeffo? surely they must have, without question.

the real question is: did the zeffo who whispered metal ore from the stone and gave them shape, gave them sentience, gave them purpose, love them back? they must have, in the way we all love the work of our hands.

but perhaps the most pressing question is:

long after their circuitry should have degraded, their power cores cracked and dripped empty, their shiny metal carapaces rusted off like so much disease -- what could it be that keeps these machines moving but their love for those who no longer exist anywhere but their memory?

how could you not love and be loved by something that made you, purposefully, in its image?????????

[venushasvixens]

Ch. 5 Escape - Baneful Royal (Kylo Ren x Reader)

[A/N] so the last time I had posted for this fic, it was a hot minute ago. And when I say hot minute, I mean about close to a year. SO with that being said, here is the 5th chapter. This one was kinda hiding underneath a bunch of commission files so finding it now was very nice. If you would like to read more Kylo fics from me, I have a Masterlist link in my bio, as well as a A03 and wattpad under the same name. Thank y’all for reading <3

There was no time to feel guilt. 

There was no time to feel anything. 

You were ushered without a thought. Running on autopilot, the disturbing sounds of a city thrown into chaos were drowned out with your focus elsewhere. Cate’s arm was looped into yours, the cloaked figure of Kylo walked in front of you without assistance or care. The deed was done, and the next step was approaching soon. 

Pushed into a carrier, it wasn't until you felt the deep rumble of the ship coming to life that you finally came back to the present. Seated and strapped in, you glanced around you to see Cate at her place behind you. On her side, two guards of Ren stood like stone, waiting patiently. For what, you didn't know. 

Voices spit out necessary actions for takeoff, with a confirmation greeting. A captain’s seat sat in the middle, with Kylo planted firmly. With each acknowledgment of action, he nodded. A shake, and you were off into the air and into the atmosphere. 

“What’s happening now?” You turned to Cate. “Where are we going?” 

You knew of your certain protection, but nothing else after. Had you left when the Colonel told you to, maybe you wouldn't have been labeled a possible enemy to the planet. Gone off quietly, you might have still been on Naboo. You showed yourself rather idiotically. With a hand out in offer, any chance of going home was thrown out the window. 

Cate looked straight ahead blankly, ignoring your asking gaze.

“I said where are we going?” You asked. Ignored, you watched as Cate’s pupils flashed quickly to her side, towards the knights. Turning back in your chair, you realized. You sabotaged her mission, and any other advice or word could further deepen a possible and serious “demotion”. 

Watching as Naboo faded away in the side windows, you were startled with Kylo's sudden announcement. “On our arrival, we are to ignite engines for light speed on route to Coruscant immediately.” 

“This wasn't part of the plan.” You said aloud, shocked. “I didn’t agree to this part.” 

“Then what was, councilwoman?” Kylo called to the reluctant voice. “Had you listened, we wouldn’t be taking the actions that we are now.” 

“I wonder with whose help.” You spat back. The newly deceased governor was right. There was an argument wherever you went. 

“The option to go back and drop you off is always open. But, I hope you realize that actions will have consequences.” He stated, almost tauntingly. “It would be a shame to see your head on a spike.” 

“A favor was given for the good of the people.” 

“They won’t see it that way.” He sneered, leather glove squeaking. “The truth is soon to come out. Where are you going to go when that does happen?” 

It was best to shut up. 

With many to witness, the assassination of a government official was without a doubt a high profiled crime to commit. To accompany the ill news, the revelation of a colleague and former head of state with her hand in his murder would surely send embarrassment to the planet. More harm was caused than good. 

Maybe it was the smartest idea to escape. 

You shut your eyes tightly as you the grim thought of Abie and Sara finding out. You lied to them both. Hatred was a driving factor, but not murder. You prayed that they could one day forgive you. It was probably going to take a long time to do. 

You saw the faint reflection of the Finalizer bounce off the glass panels, indicating your destination was close. 

“The Supreme Leader’s secondary vessel requesting permission to dock, copy.”  

“Permission granted.” A modulated voice rang out. “Prepare to unload.” 

The last First Order ship you had visited was nothing compared to this. The vast high ceilings towered over all, with as many small ships docked neatly into the walls. Officials ran amok, hurrying to finish a job or to clear the way. The ship jostled as it landed, causing you to tussle in your seat. 

“Wow.” You whispered. 

“I believe it is time to disembark, councilwoman.” You heard Kylo say, taking off his seatbelt. You did the same, standing up as gracefully as you could. 

You felt the faint brush of Kylo’s cloak graze your leg. Standing next to you, but not fixated on you. His presence felt overpowering, like he had done this many times before. The adrenaline was still rushing in you, garnering you to shake and quiver slightly. 

As the hatch opened, you saw two single file lines on either side of stormtroopers. They stood with their blasters in hands, looking straight ahead in respect. As you inched forward, you caught eye of a special trooper. Tall and donned in shining silver, this stormtrooper was like no other. A black cape hung over one shoulder, with a red line trimmed on its hem. With no eyes to look into, you could only imagine what kind of a being they were. Their air was grand, big shoes that were filed with fear and respect. 

“Welcome back, sir.” They said to Kylo. Their feminine tone was evident in their voice, clear and orderly. You had no thoughts, except one. If they are a she, then that is one big woman. 

Still in awe, you almost missed the silver commander’s next question. “Have we acquired the subject?” 

“Affirmative, Captain.” Kylo replied, walking next to her. 

“Hold on, subject?!” You called out, still two steps behind them. You tried to rush to Kylo, desperate for answers. Before you could reach him, gloved hands pulled you by your forearms and held you back. You glanced at them both, visors staring down menacingly at you. With Cate’s footsteps echoing off the ramp, the image of her strode in front of your person. Still blank. 

“You are to be escorted onto the ship until we hit lightspeed.” Was all she said before turning and joining Kylo. 

Your head dropped. All of this felt fake. Nothing of it felt real at all. Not even an hour ago, you were home. With a skip in your step about the future and being free of the thorn in your side, only to be replaced with another. Slowly and painfully, it was going to be hard to dig this one out. 

A First Order vessel. Shooting out of the sector and into the inner Rim. The death of a political official and your life as you know it. All within a short amount of time. The time to process it began as you were escorted out of the hangar and into the ship itself. 

You felt like you were hit with a ton of bricks. 

The hallways bustled with every employee of the Order, rushing to unknown locations. The memo of lightspeed must’ve been ordered quickly. All of their heads were down as you passed them, averting their eyes from walking cloaks of darkness on either of your side. 

You clasped your hands in front, careful to take note from those around you. You glanced up at the Knights, whose boots clanked almost like the Supreme Leader’s. There was emptiness to their step, like strictly programmed droids who were on the way to the next task. 

“Are you both allowed to talk to me?” You asked, looking up at one of them. They continued in silence. “I see. Maybe a vow of silence.” 

You felt the need to press further. It looked like a risky attempt to talk to monsters carrying you to your death. Risky, or maybe sad. 

“Those weapons look menacing. Serious damage to anyone that crosses you.” 

Silence. 

“Good, I didn’t want to talk to you bucketheads anyways.” You muttered, rather disappointed from the one sided talk. 

You heard the same leather squeak from them like you did with Kylo earlier. You looked down at one gripping his weapon rather tightly. You swallowed, yet taking another que. At least it relieved some of the stress you were carrying, saying that. Sad that they were in your path of insult, but then again, you would swiftly be met with a blade in your throat. 

The tight hallway grew to a broader area, full with more First Order personnel. Stormtroopers guarded every corner, standing at full attention. The knights beelined you to two sets of blast doors, with people bustling about. Most walked in and out, in pairs or with a holopad in hand. When coming into their sight, there was another hush among them. But this time, there were slivers of notice. Gawked at wasn’t new to you, but the setting was. 

The blast doors opened, revealing the bridge of the ship. Various stations were hard at work operating the ins and outs of the ship’s defense and operation. So focused, there was no acknowledgment of your presence. There was a quick conclusion that if they were looking anywhere besides their screen, they would be shot on sight. 

Ahead of you were the giant windows out looking at Naboo. It felt like a screen, seeing your home from miles above the surface. Growing bigger as you were walked further in, you couldn't help but tear up just a little. 

These conflicting feelings of justifying your dark deed for the good of the planet and your own wounded morals clashed against one another, fighting for the dominance of your stand. You had sickened you, the need to fill your own selfish gain. Moment of passion destroyed your life as you had known it. Now it was time to pay the consequences, but stubborn as you were, it was going to be hard to accept it. 

“You are to wait here. Our Master will join shortly.” One Knight croaked, voice startling you out of your moment of sentiment. 

They backed up some, keeping their distance. The blast doors opened again, this time the flamed hair general jaunting towards you. You flipped around, taking in a deep sigh. Bound to be on an official First Order ship, you had to at least expect to see him sooner or later. 

“Ah, councilwoman.” He shot you a grim, wide smile. “We meet again, under some unfortunate circumstances.” 

“Unfortunate, indeed.” You replied, gripping your hands tightly. “Where’s the Supreme Leader?” 

“Oh come now, at least give me a chat.” He feigned disappointment mockingly. “After all, this is my setting, my domain. I am more than welcoming.” 

“I’ve been told, or rather talked over, that we are to be out of this sector any minute now.” You said. “The Supreme Leader cannot possibly be holding out on an escape.” 

“I wouldn’t call it an escape, councilwoman. However, we may just have a chance at some resolution to the chaos that put us here in the first place?” Hux raised his brows. 

You tried to read his face to see if it had some truth. You silently hoped that you weren't being pushed into another set up. Peace with Naboo was what you so desperately strived for. It would calm your worried mind. If it meant that you could never return to maintain harmony, you would take it. But not without heartbreak. 

“Then let us try.” Hux finished, turning his back to you as he continued with his recent assessment for departure. How acutely they all listened, hanging on to every quip and jeer he threw out in his words. Still able to take orders under such stress, unlike you did. “Annoying as this inconvenience is.” 

“I did what I did for a reason. You would too if you were pushed so far.” You snarled back. “Would you have done it too?” 

Hux glared at you, his face changing so slightly. Eyes softened, almost to sympathize. Human as you both were, maybe it did cross his mind of holding himself out from the rest. He glanced up. The doors opened and Kylo glided in. The scowl came back and so was the top general of the First Order. 

“I give commands and follow orders.” He said. “I see no reason for such emotion.” 

“It's a proper system for a machine to work. There's a purpose for it.” Kylo followed up, his helmet still on. “But we are not droids.” 

“And you encouraged it.” You said to him, staring into his dark visor. “I'm not the only one at fault here.” 

“Who said it was not the right thing?” You heard Kylo said lowly in his helmet. Moving closer to you, his voice was soft enough to not be picked up by the vocoder. “Put trust in that decision, (Y/n).” 

Biting down on your lip, losing your focus on him. 

“Put trust in me.” 

A beep sounded off loudly on the bridge. “This is the Security Force of Naboo requesting urgent communication with your vessel.” 

Breathing in deeply, you felt as if your heart was going to burst out of your chest. Thumping loudly, rhythmically against your rib cage, you would rather your heart did some damage right now. Anything to avoid this, avoid your betrayal. 

“Stay here. Leave communication to us.” Kylo said. “You will not move from your spot, unless I say otherwise.” 

“I will not move from this spot unles you say otherwise.” Aghast at the loss of control of your body, your feet planted where they stayed. Frozen once more. 

“Holograph transmission, sir. Permission to accept?” A controller asked from their position. 

Permission granted.” 

Kylo and Hux stood in front of the transmission circle, their fronts lighting up with the familiar blue light. You drew in your breath as you saw the Queen, standing solemnly with Abie at her side. The Queen conveyed a deep seriousness you knew deep inside her. Dormant, having been cast aside when the council had done it for her. It wasn’t the childlike display of fear that was present. No. It was the face of a proper monarch, ready to take on her new challenge for her people. 

“Appearance is everything,” you told her. “They won’t just take your words into consideration.” 

For a brief moment, the creeping anxiety of your situation disappeared. In its place, was pride. Just for a second. Abie, on the other hand. A different story. His anger seethed off of him, being well seen from almost everyone on the bridge. 

“Your Majesty, to what we owe the pleasure of your company?” Hux said. 

“There is none, General. I would like to be told of the reason for my urgent return to the palace, with my home in disarray and chaos. Our Governor slain and my councilwoman nowhere to be seen.” She proclaimed. “Even with our arms open to your presence in our desperate hour, we are repaid with nothing but hardship.” 

“Although a controversial decision, your majesty, it was the right one.” Kylo began, taking over for Hux. After all, who wouldn’t want to hear the murderer tell his side of the story? “Let's face the clearer picture. Governor Sillin was a joke to Naboo. A laughing stock to the galaxy. So in fairness, the First Order did what was the preferable outcome.” 

“Did this outcome happened to include the disappearance of Councilwoman (L/N)?” Queen Revisalla snapped back, her tone grew sharp. “Full control is what you strive for, then so be it. But I ask, no I demand that she be returned alive and unharmed.” 

“I see.” Kylo replied, feigning a deep thought. “I’m afraid I cannot allow for the release of her into your hands.” 

“And why?” Revisalla asked, the tension from her and Abie grew even more. “This is beyond ridiculous. To capture a government official and a former monarch is a serious crime.” 

“That does not matter to us, as you can tell your majesty.” Hux cut in, clasping his hands behind his back. “We did ask for full allegiance in order for help from our forces. Young as you are, do try to take a smarter route and think of this as a small price for our assistance.” 

How badly you wanted to break free of your place and take down Hux as well. You wouldn’t need a saber for this, only your bare hands. 

“I understand your emotions, your majesty. “Kylo stepped forward. “There is a shared understanding when something dear is taken away from us. It becomes a driving force, our mindset. Sometimes for the better.” 

You gazed at the queen. Her eyes glanced down, in deepful thought. It wounded deeply as you saw her face drift into each possibility and hard decision. Everything was spilling over. Whatever was to happen next was going to determine your place. Your life was on the line. And so were the million lives on the planet. 

“I will not back down without a fight for this.” Revisalla spoke clearly. “We will bring her back, with your help or not. I will see to it that she is returned home alive.” 

Your breath was knocked out of you. There was a vague idea on what kind of response that would be. 

“So be it.” Kylo said. 

“As you left us no choice your majesty, we must do what is necessary.” Hux proclaimed, turning to the rest of the bridge. “All personnel to their stations. Deploy the TIEs. Let's make sure the message is sent.” 

“Yes, sir.” The voiced response was swift, echoing in your ears as the worst had to come. Still frozen to your spot, there was no way physically that you could try to stop this. But you were going to try. You heaved as you struggled to move. The fight response in you cried out to be released. 

“Wait, no!” You screamed. Suddenly, as if to be let off a chain, you stumbled forward. Catching your step, you rushed to the hologram, panting. Revisalla took a sudden intake of breath, surprised. So did Abie. Shaking your head, you held up your hands. “You don’t want to do this. Please do not do this.” 

“Halt the deployment of TIEs.” Hux commanded. Your adrenaline dropped in relief. 

“Is your safety compromised, Lady (Y/n)?” The queen asked you. Abie’s appearance could’ve looked just like yours, relieved but shaken. 

“No, I’m fine. I’m okay.” You breathed. “I beg your majesty to listen. One person to an entire people, it cannot happen.” 

“Excellent point.” Hux mumbled. 

You ignored his remark as you tried to find the right words. “I am not worth it. If this is where my path leads me, this is where I stay. I need you to understand that.” 

Revisalla swallowed, her fingers slightly tugging on her long sleeve. Not only were you talking to her, but to your heartbroken friend as well. He looked down, so still you thought the hologram was frozen. 

“I understand. Efforts in the future to retrieve your person will be permanently terminated.” Strong and loud, you felt the tug of loss. You were now officially a subject to the First Order. 

You nodded. 

“Before our communication is severed, there is something I need to ask of you.” Revisalla added. “There are words of your involvement in the death of the governor.” 

You felt Kylo’s presence flair behind you. His air taunted you as the cold truth was about to be let loose in the open. This was a moment that he was waiting for, as if he was waiting for the downfall of your life. 

“Is there truth to this?” She finally said. 

You looked back at Kylo. As it pained you to say, this truly meant there was no way to return back to home. The tie would be forever severed. The planet would be safe. Abie and Sara would be safe. The queen will be safe. And maybe peace will find its way back to Naboo, with a brighter future for everyone. The one you so longed to see.

“Yes.” You replied firmly. “I killed Sillin.” 

Abie’s shoulders fell in defeat. Revisalla nodded solemnly. The disappointment from both of them radiated strongly.“I-“ 

“There you have it, your majesty. Loud and clear.” You were cut off from Hux. “It is now time that we make our departure from the sector.” 

“I bid you all farewell.” Revisalla’s tone was monotonous, professional. Just another goodbye to visiting “diplomats”. The hologram faded and you were left with the sight of Naboo once again. 

[flyndragon]

2017 was genuinely such a funny time to put out the last Jedi. Because yeah, at the time, the only jedi other than Luke that could be assumed to be alive was Kanan Jarrus and Ezra Bridger (rebels), and disney probably already knew at the time that Kanan was going to die and Ezra was going to be on a missing persons poster next year. But because Jedi are sick as fuck and the rebellion/post rebellion era has gotten way more popular Disney just keeps... making... more ... Jedi. Cal Kestis (Fallen Order, 2019)

Grogu (Mandalorian, 2019)

Ahsoka (Mandalorian again, 2020)

Gungi (Bad batch, 2023)

Ezra Bridger pt.2! (Ahsoka, 2023)

Sabine maybe????????

And sure, we can think that many or most of these people have died by the time the sequels era rolls around. But im sorry luke, when you say Rey is The Last Jedi I don't fuckin believe you man. Disney's just gonna keep adding to the undeath list.