#anakin defense squad

[the-far-bright-center]

Disney SW fans who claim to love Anakin but think the Prequels suck, you're part of the problem. And the OT purists who hate the Prequels and then turn around and blame them for why Disney SW sucks...yeah, you're part of the problem too.

One of the many reasons the Disney SW 'Sequels' were so terrible and destructive was because the people making them decided to completely ignore the importance of the Prequels and reject them as an intrinsic part of the saga. And they seemed to believe they were pandering to 'what the fans wanted' by doing this. But the Prequels are half the entire story as Lucas told it, and they just threw it out the window. The Prequels COMPLETED the saga. But Disney pretended that the saga wasn't complete yet and that it was up to them to do so. Instead of just making 'interquel' material from the beginning (like Rogue One, etc), they arrogantly took it upon themselves to 'finish' a story that was already completed back in 2005. And in doing so, Disney also decided to reframe the saga into something decidedly lesser (a repetitive grimdark story where the cycle 'wasn't broken ackshually', instead of an uplifting and transcendent mythic fairytale), but one which would allow them to continue making 'new canon' material indefinitely (cause that is more lucrative for them). But the Prequels had already reframed the saga and given it a very specific meaning. Without the Prequels, ALL of Star Wars loses that meaning. And without a happy ending for the OT characters and an unequivocally positive resolution to the their storyline, the entire saga is rendered into a perpetual tragedy. So, unless and until so-called 'Star Wars fans' can acknowledge and embrace just how intrinsic the Prequels are to the fictional story they supposedly 'like', they will be running around in circles trying to blame Disney's failures on the very thing that Disney so carelessly ignored and discarded in the first place.

#anti-disney #pro-lucas saga #the skywalker saga #the real skywalker saga #pt x ot saga #anakin skywalker #Anakin is the Chosen One #and he SAVES THE GALAXY #and Disney stans and OT purists alike can go cry about it #prequels defense squad #prequels appreciation #i am am PT x OT fan for life #that's the actual saga

[kittenfangirl20]

I am quite horrified that there are some there are some people who can sympathize with the character of Anakin Skywalker, but think that Daenerys Targaryen is a monster when both of them are quite similar. Both grew up abused and were enslaved, Anakin was a slave from birth and Daenerys was sold by her brother to a warlord in order to make an alliance. In fact Daenerys was only 13 years old in the first book. But there are some people who think that Daenerys is responsible for her husband/owner’s crimes because he decided to treat her with some kindness. That is like saying that Anakin didn’t have it that bad because they actually think that Watto was a decent slave owner. In fact people who think like that may not want to hear this, but Anakin would have been one of Daenerys’s biggest supporters especially when it came to ending slavery.

#game of thrones #got #asoif #daenerys targaryen #daenerys stormborn #daenerys defense squad #queen daenerys #daenerys deserved better #star wars #anakin skywalker #hypocrisy #hypocrite #tired of this shit

[prettylittlecarstairs]

Being a fan of the Star Wars prequels now compared to when they first came out is so different. I no longer feel alone. Every time I interacted with fellow SW fans it was never pleasant. I got bullied and called so many names. They said my love of Vader was because Anakin is a pretty boy. They are not wrong about that, but that is not why I love Vader. I've loved Vader from being around 5 years old, so I was always gonna love Anakin, pretty boy or not. They could never stick to criticizing the characters and started being hateful towards Hayden. I would argue with them till I was blue in the face, but it all fell on deaf ears. The haters were very loud back then.

Seeing the love that the fandom has for the prequels and especially for Hayden now, well it warms my cold dead heart.

I have never been ashamed to say the prequels are my fave SW trilogy. RoTS is the best movie in SW history and that's the hill I will die on.

I hope I don't see any hate towards Hayden again, but if I do then the HaydenDefenseSquad will be unleashed. Back then it felt like it was just me. I don't think that anymore.

#forever a part of the anakin defense squad #and the hayden defense squad #anakin skywalker #hayden christensen #hayden played anakin perfectly #fight me if you think not #star wars #obi wan kenobi

[achillestiel]

the final epsiode of kenobi is going to make me cry like a bitch isn’t it??

#secretly i'm a star wars bitch #anakin defensive squad

[blackkatmagic]

Granta and Obi-Wan trapped in a Sith layer together, maybe obi-wan gets cursed to not be able to leave the side of the first person he sees?

“If you're not very careful right now,” Obi-Wan says pleasantly, “I'm going to push you into the lava.”

Granta scoffs, though he maybe gives the long drop slightly more of a berth than he had planned to a moment ago. “You seem to forget that if I fall, you’ll be jumping after me less than ten seconds later, Kenobi, given that you're magically tied to me right now.”

“Yes, but they’ll be the most peaceful ten seconds of my life.” Obi-Wan’s grip on his arm is iron, a warning, and Granta wants to push, to prod, to shake through the defenses of the man who replaced his father as Qui-Gon’s perfect padawan, but—

“One would think you’d have more of a tolerance, given what you raised,” he says sweetly.

Obi-Wan’s mouth thins, but there's a light of desperation in his eyes as he scans the interior of the temple’s next room. “It has to be a lie,” he says, just a little ragged. “Anakin wouldn’t have murdered innocents.”

Granta snorts. “He confessed to it himself,” he says. There's a point where blindness stops being entertaining and simply becomes annoying, and Obi-Wan passed that point almost twelve hours ago. “Just before he tried to kill his padawan, his mission partner, and his clone squad, just because of a few visions.”

“You wouldn’t be calling them that if you’d been able to see them,” Obi-Wan says quietly. “The Sith ghost showed us the future.”

“My only future is revenge against the Order, and I don’t need to see that beforehand, since I’ll be bringing it into being shortly—”

A hand on his shoulder, a shove. Granta stumbles, jerks, but Obi-Wan’s iron grip doesn’t waver as he’s pushed out, off-balance and scrambling, held right over the open pit that glows with heat and a dull, angry light. If Obi-Wan’s hold slips even a little, he won't have a chance to save himself given how tightly his hands are bound, and the knowledge sends his heartbeat racing in his ears.

“Going to kill me like you killed my father, Obi-Wan?” he asks softly, despite the pace of his heart. Stone crumbles under his boots, and he jerks despite himself, staring into Obi-Wan’s face. Looking for that coldness that was in Xanatos’s eyes, the last time Granta saw him, because that’s how Force-users look at him—

But it’s not how Obi-Wan is looking at him. There’s anger in his face, grief, a regret that makes Granta seethe, but it’s there and unwavering as he meets Granta's eyes.

“Xanatos committed suicide,” Obi-Wan says, perfectly even, though the look on his face is anything but cold distance. “He didn’t want to face punishment for what he’d done, and he threw himself into what was left of the Sacred Pools. I wish I’d been able to stop him, if only for your sake, Granta.”

The words shake through Granta, twist the anger up into vicious, desperate knots. “That’s a lie,” he snaps, and some mad impulse has him throwing all of his weight back—

Obi-Wan wrenches him forward, twists them, shoves him up against the wall instead, and Granta's breath is knocked out of him on an awful sound. Obi-Wan is like a wall in front of him, though, and he twists but can't get free, gives up with a curse and just leans there.

He’s shaking, maybe. There's a tremor in him, something deep and desperate and cold, and Obi-Wan is the first warm thing in a lifetime, even if he’s a blind fool.

“Bastard,” he manages, but Obi-Wan breathes out, cups a hand over the nape of his neck, and Granta has to close his eyes, because everything is too much.

“It’s not a lie,” Obi-Wan says. “Though given that I've apparently been raising a Sith Lord, I understand if my certainty means less right now than if might otherwise.”

Granta snorts. Anakin is most definitely a problem they're going to have to deal with if they want to get out of this temple. Preferably before he kills Ferus and Ahsoka, since Obi-Wan is going to be all but useless at facing him. Ferus seems like the practical sort, though. Granta can probably get him to stab Anakin at least once.

“I have contacts on Tatooine,” he says, soft, almost a taunt for all it doesn’t have much will behind it. “If you’d like to know whether it’s true that he wiped out a whole tribe.”

Obi-Wan stares at him for a long moment, then closes his eyes. “I don’t want to,” he says. “But—I need to.”

Granta hates the Jedi. He hates their righteousness, their self-important nobility, their haughty dignity. But looking at Obi-Wan right now—

“Let go of me,” he says, instead of what’s knotted up and pulsing in his chest. “Or I'm going to assume you want to pin me to something solid and fuck me, and then I’ll be most disappointed by your prudishness—”

“Would that make you be quiet for five minutes?” Obi-Wan asks, exasperated. “Because if it will, I’d be happy to help.”

Granta opens his mouth, closes it, and then laughs. Not prudishness, then.

“I should have known,” he says. “Given how readily you drop your robes at the first opportunity.”

Obi-Wan snorts, but there's a curve to his mouth that isn't the pinched tightness of a few moments ago, and he prods Granta along with a slightly lighter touch. “I refuse to have sex in a Sith temple, regardless of the circumstances.”

“Then you shouldn’t have flirted with the Sith witch who cursed you, maybe—”

“I will shove you up against another wall,” Obi-Wan says, aggrieved, and Granta snorts and lets himself be pushed onward down the path.

#obigranta #my writing #kat drabbles #obi wan kenobi #granta omega #star wars

[tybaltsjuliet]

1, 3, 19

01. the character everyone gets wrong

sandy from grease and i will die on this hill. “oh, sandy changed herself for a man-” and danny was trying to change himself for a woman, but people only remember sandy doing it because of the leather pants!

what i think people tend to ignore, or miss, is that by the point of the “sandra dee” reprise, sandy is not happy. like, even if you are willing to accept that sandy *was* happy as the good girl, once - and i fully am willing to accept that; i do not think a fondness for cheerleading and pastels speaks to a void in her soul - by that time, she is not! and it is not just because of danny being kind of a dick to her. there’s a *reason* sandy’s change starts with a reprise of rizzo’s song that was mocking her, and it is because pretty much everyone, bar frenchy, is a dick to her. (i feel like this is a little less apparent in the movie, but in the original production, the t-birds are right there cackling along with rizzo during “look at me, i’m sandra dee,” and even patty simcox gets catty about sandy behind her back!)

so, by this point, sandy is alienated, and lonely, and an object of mockery, and she wants things to be *different*. here’s another point that got home better onstage than in the movie, in my opinion - because, originally, the “sandra dee” reprise comes RIGHT ON THE HEELS of “there are worse things i can do” - and rizzo sings that song, not alone after sandy walks off, but directly *to* sandy. just before the song, rizzo snaps at her, “now wait just a minute, miss goody-goody! who do you think you are? handing me all this sympathy trash! since you know all the answers, how come i didn’t see zuko here tonight?” and all this after sandy has done nothing but show riz a little kindness and sympathy over her situation, and try to remind her that she does not have to go through it alone.

being a good girl, a nice girl, has gotten sandy nothing and nowhere, with anyone, for the whole two hours’ traffic of our stage. who can really blame her for wanting to change?

now, obviously, this is all pretty watsonian, and sandy is one of those characters where there’s tons of great discussion to be had about the ways misogyny *does* influence the way her story is presented. but there are a lot of other interesting things to unpack in her, too, and it frustrates me that everyone just stops at the most obvious part.

03. screenshot or description of the worst take you’ve seen on tumblr

gods, just one?! mentally rifling through the disney princess takes alone has already exhausted me. that said, i might have to hand it to one of the particularly devoted ambassadors of this website’s jedi defense squad, who insisted that the jedi were A Beautiful Culture requiring no reform whatsoever, and A Wonderful Found Family to the children they brought up, and Committed No Mistakes.

like, come on, now. even if i leave all my personal religious baggage at the door, there are nine movies and a massive extended universe because THE JEDI FREQUENTLY COMMIT MISTAKES. anakin skywalker was not an inherently rancid nine-year-old; he was a case study among many on why the jedi needed fixing!

19. you’re mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like…

i’m kind of mad that i still like frozen as much as i do. it wounds my pride in otherwise being the haughty and pretentious flavor of disney adult.

i’m not mad that i am properly getting into ASOIAF, because i am loving these books. i *am* mad that the only reason i first put on my clown shoes and walked all the way to westeros in them is because rhys ifans hot. it’s almost as embarrassing as the number of times i’ve watched anonymous.

but the really embarrassing skeleton in my closet is that i have written more pages of HP drawerfic since i started listening to the shrieking shack podcast than i wrote any fic for it at the height of the fandom way back in ye olde FFN/livejournal days. and that’s terrible.

#;answer games.

[sharpestasp]

Star Wars IV: A New Hope liveblog transcript

Thread for Star Wars IV: A New Hope

"There will be no escape for the Princess this time." Someone give me ALL the almost-captureds she had prior to this movie?!

The marrieds are arguing.

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Ya know, given Threepio's way of thinking, the fact he saw the transport and had hope implies to me that Alderaan treats their droids better than we see in so many examples elsewhere.

TELL ME ARTOO ISN'T FORCE SENSITIVE! He knew there was danger ahead. But he HAD TO GET TO BEN. And his way was through.

(Those Jawas would have been in for it if he'd had his boosters)

Okay, that must be the MOST observant Stormtrooper in the Empire. ("Look, sir, droids!")

I have a conundrum: Did Captain Antilles/Senator Organa instill a protocol that if Leia was captured, Threepio forgot what she looked like/could lie about her? Or was Threepio only aware the Princess traveled on the Tantive IV but somehow had no idea who she actually was? I think it is a 'if this/then that' protocol to explain that 'I don't know who she is'

"What about my theme?" "Mark, the main title is your theme"

Oh right, forgot to interject: When Threepio calls him Sir Luke, that is the most heavy-handed foreshadowing ever.

"C'mon, let's go have a look" IS NOT YOUR BEST IDEA. Gods, you are so Anakin's kid in this movie.

I know it's because of retconning, but wow this whole opening with Ben reads so HYSTERICALLY with Prequel and Clone Wars canon in place.

Alec's face as he's asked if he's related to Obi-Wan Kenobi.

"I don't seem to remember ever owning a droid" is TRUE! Jedi did not own things. And Artoo was not OWNED anyway after TPM

brain inserts: and highly flammable after the "cunning warrior" comment

Ahh, Yularen.

Canon divergence moment - if Beru had managed to hide somewhere the Troopers missed.

wow such a heavy handed Force Compulsion use there. And then Mr Wanted in 12 systems is immune to the Kenobi Charm.

"Should I have?"

ALSO, LOL, Chewie is back there going "General Kenobi Got Old"

So thankful I have the Han Shot First edition

Tarkin - fierce and terrifying me - he's wearing fuzzy slippers Kinda like the scene in RotJ and knowing McDiarmid was having to scooch his chair around with tiny movements of his feet

Han reports it was totally blown away… and then argues the whole Fleet couldn't do that. This is why I love Han. He embodies contradictions

Fool or the fool that follows him? Ahsoka, GIGGLING HER HEAD off as she remembers her Master(s)

Also, Chewie is going oh shit, Luke figured out how to manipulate his cub

the detention center scene is a chaos fest worthy of Domino Squad

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Also, Han's "he's the brains"

Threepio was SMOOTH

okay, but honestly, I am glad my suspension of disbelief is strong. Have worked with cardboard balers and trash compactors, I actually said 'all they needed was stay on top; there was enough waste that the compactor would not have been able to squish fully'.

Luke's FACE when Han is chastising Chewie. I bet that was ad-libbed

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Han's CHARGE!

The stormtroopers: why are we running from one man?

"There's no lock." "That'll hold them for a while." "Find the controls" "I think I just blasted them."

This is SUCH a level 3-6 D&D campaign

Oh Luke. He's lost his family, he's lost his home, now he's lost the teacher he bonded with who KNEW ABOUT HIS DAD

Okay, but Artoo. He'd never been wiped. And while he might not have KNOWN the black suit menace was HIS JEDI, he likely did suspect it more than a little. So that scene was just as traumatic for him.

"Don't get cocky" LOL

You know, Leia hugging Chewie in the cockpit goes a long way to making up for her earlier trauma-induced insult to him. Because she initiated the hug

ya know, I actually LOVE all of the computer screen displays in this; it's nostalgic in the best ways

"Or they'd have a tighter defense" OR MAYBE they had a Saboteur designing it. (I do approve of the logic behind Rogue One 'explaining' that design)

Chewie: he's got a point Han: ain't having it Chewie: fine I will argue with you on the ship

hello first Folger's Kiss (on the cheek, but still). Given Luke had been wondering earlier if maybe…

I so very much LOVE the X-Wings

And the dog-fighting is so good

His former best friend (boyfriend?) and his future best friend as his wingmen is just… perfect

Oh Han

All the hugging

And Threepio being so worried

Big Gay Wedding now

First fandom forever. I still love this canon.

#star wars #a new hope #asp watches movies

[tasmpeter]

🍓𓂅⋆ fuck it, i love you

sequel to trash magic. also works as stand alone.

— pairing: dilf!adrian chase x wife!reader

— summary: you love your husband. the father of your children. but sometimes, when christopher smith is around, he acts like a fucking idiot. (follows the events of peacemaker season one)

— warnings: light smut (fingering, oral - male receiving, too much of the word cock — like a lot im sorry —, mentions of piv), mentions of torture (electrocution to the balls, cutting off half of pinky toe), mentions of violence, mentions of injuries, hurt and comfort, canon typical violence, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth, anxiety, idiots in love, reader is the founder, president, and chairmen of the adrian chase defense squad. 18+ minors dni.

— authors note: so here is what happens when you hyperfixate on dilf!adrian/husband!addian. i think this also the longest one shot i’ve ever posted so.. slay. i might continue this series of dilf!addian/husband adrian and sweet with little one shots here and there (so send requests in if you have any for them!) also, this is not the best written so i apologize lmao. there is probably a lot of timeline issues, but let’s ignore that. enjoy!

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The first person to know Christopher Smith was back in town was Adrian Chase. The Chase Family's residence just so happened to be next door to Peacemaker's Patriotic trailer. (The home was way too small for three children and Adrian didn't plan on stopping after three kids). It had been almost three years since you and Adrian had gotten married and you already had three kids. Aurora  Louise Chase was born nine months after your honeymoon. She resembled Adrian more, with curly brown hair and big green eyes, but that the feisty personality of her mother. Anakin Christopher Chase was the youngest sibling — so far — and was only born four months ago. (You got to name the girl, and Adrian got to name the guy. That was the deal, unfortunately). While you had been adapted to motherhood since you were sixteen, all the new additions to the Chase family made your heart grow fonder. Silas had officially been adopted by Adrian after the wedding, and Silas has really taken a liking to his new father figure. He was eight years old now and was settling into his big brother role well. He loved his siblings and he loved Adrian. Wherever you are, Adrian is, and wherever Adrian is, Silas is. Everyone following each other around like a lost puppy.

You didn't know how Adrian would adapt to the father life. Well, you had some idea. He was great around Silas and really bonded with your son — their son. But, you were still nervous to see how he would react around an infant. Like you expected, it took Adrian some time on rocking Aurora to sleep after she had been crying her eyes out for hours. He got frustrated easily and you had to constantly reassure him that he was a good parent. He still went out as Vigilante. However, not as frequently and less likely to come home with a knife wound to the torso. Silas learned awhile ago that Adrian was Vigilante after he was snooping for his Christmas presents. (That was an interesting conversation about how sometimes good people do bad things). Another side affect of Silas being obsessed with Adrian? He loved Peacemaker. He worshiped the ground he walked on. Adrian and Silas would often have fangirling fits over something cool Peacemaker did once. It was irritating.

The day Christopher Smith arrived back in Evergreen after four years, you were in the kitchen washing dishes. You had been humming along to whatever cartoon theme song Adrian, Silas, Aurora, and Anakin had been watching. It was a very cute moment. Adrian was holding Anakin in a little blanket over his chest. Aurora was sat in her older brothers lap, and Silas had his arm leaning against Adrian. You loved the moments like these, where you get the feeling you have everything you've ever wanted.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a yellow taxi pull up to your neighbors house, something that hadn't happened in years. When you saw the large man come barreling out of the car in just his underwear, you couldn't help but laugh. You called out Adrian's name. He tore his eyes from the tv screen. (They were watching Adventure Time, because Adrian claimed it to be the best animated media of all time). You ushered him over to the kitchen and told him that you just saw Peacemaker. Adrian yelled out a profanity, which caused Anakin to wake up from his nap and Aurora to copy her father. After you managed to get Anakin back to bed and gave Aurora a talking to about copying words that Dad says, Adrian gave you a big smack on the lips in celebration. (The famous butt dance came after, with Silas following his fathers footsteps. Why Adrian taught him that dance? You'll never know).

A little bit after Adrian's celebration, Peacemakers trailer was surrounded once again by law enforcement. Adrian and Aurora watched — they were nosy neighbors — and you had to give a second child a talk about what happens when bad people do bad things. Why are you always having these discussions with your children? Adrian noted that Christopher wasn't being hauled away by the law enforcement — and you could hear the loud rock music of Wig Wham blare out of the trailer. So, Adrian decided to go over to his house tomorrow.

"Why can't I just go over today? I haven't seen him in like — four years — and he probably misses his best friend," Adrian whined as he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the back of your neck.

"He hasn't been home in, like, four years. Let him get settled in first," You said, leaning into Adrian's touch, "And what did I say about your hands, Mister Chase?"

Adrian's hands were currently digging into your ass, and a loose finger had made its way towards your cunt, "Not in front of the kids," He huffed out and withdrew his hands.

When Adrian saw Peacemaker hunched over his bed, he decided this was the fourth best day of his life. (First, was the day he married you. Second was when Aurora was born and third was when Anakin was born). The facial muscle exercises that Chris were doing was a bit weird, but he decided to talk about it with you tonight and see if this was something he should add to his exercise routine.

While helping Chris clean up his trailer, he finally dropped the news he had been dying to share.

"You know," Adrian slotted Inglorious Bastards in its proper place in between Independence Day and John Wick, "I got married while you were in prison. Got myself a wife and kids."

Chris's eyes almost bursted out of his face and he felt his jaw slowly drop, before bursting out in laughter, "You have to be fucking with me."

"No, for real. I know, I'm surprised that she agreed to marry me too, but she's great. My kids are pretty sick, too. We live next door actually!" Adrian exclaimed, slotting more DVD's in on the shelf.

"Oh, god. Do you actually live next door to me?" Chris groaned out, slouching back on the coach and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah! She actually lived there before you went to prison, but we just haven't moved yet. We will probably have to soon, unfortunately. We only have three bedrooms, and I plan to give my wife plenty of more children."

Chris groaned again, "Please don't. We don't need more of you in this world."

Adrian hopped over to the spot on the couch next to Chris, "Do you want to see my kids? They are so cute. I really hit the jackpot."

Chris didn't have enough time to protest before Adrian was shoving his phone into Chris's face, "This is Aurora. She's two. She looks just like her mother. Acts like her too. Always crying, but she is the sweetest girl ever."

The young girl Adrian showed Chris had bright green eyes and curly brown hair. She had food smeared on her face, and was wearing a little pink bow in her hair. Chris could see how this was Adrian's kid. He wondered what the mother looked like.

Adrian swiped the photo to the left and an elementary school aged kid was holding a small baby, "This is Silas and Anakin. I know, I can't believe she let me name my kid after the coolest character ever. Silas isn't mine, well, biologically. I adopted him awhile ago, but she had him while in high school. Anakin is only a few months old, but he's cool as hell. And he loves guns. Every time I bring him shooting appliances, he smiles."

"Please don't tell me you have been shooting shit with your newborn baby."

Adrian laughed, "He has little ear muffs, and I only take him when the misses isn't home. She would kill me if she found out."

A knock on the door broke the conversation. Chris just prayed it wasn't another fucking government agency trying to send him back to jail. When he opened the door, however, he was greeted with a young girl who couldn't be much older than twenty five. Attached to her body, in a Baby Bjorn, was a newborn baby. Standing next to her was the two kids from the photo Adrian had shown him, The older one was holding the little girls hand, and had a huge grin on his face.

"Oh my god! Mister Peacemaker! Mom, you didn't tell me we were meeting Peacemaker! I would have worn my helmet."

Of course Adrian's kid was obsessed with Peacemaker too. How typical.

"Sorry Mister Peacemaker, we are just here for my husband. It's dinner time," You said with a small smile, bouncing the newborn with you chest.

Chris connected all the dots quickly. This was his wife? Vigilante married one of the most beautiful women Chris has ever seen? Everyone must have been fucking with him today, "Uh—"

Vigilante stepped behind him and entered the doorframe, cutting Chris off, "Hey Sweet! What did you make for dinner tonight?"

Chris knew he wasn't getting punk'd when he saw the look on your face. You couldn't pay someone any amount of money to fake that kind of love with no money in the world. Chris thought he was going to go blind from the twinkle in your eyes, "Enchiladas, your favorite."

"Excuse me! Can I talk to Mister Peacemaker, Dad?" Silas chirped up, the obvious desire to have a conversation with Chris was vibrating off of his body.

Vigilante nodded, "Sorry, Si. Christopher, meet Silas. Silas, this is Christopher Smith."

Silas let go of his sisters hand and reached it up to Peacemaker, "Mister Peacemaker. I am a huge fan. Dad helped me make a helmet just like yours! We are still working on the suit though, but it should be done just in time for halloween!"

This was the first positive experience Chris had ever had with a child and he honestly did not know to respond, "W-Well, you are going to have to show me it when it's done, okay?"

Silas's smile grew, baring almost all of his teeth in a bright smile, "Okay! I'll come over and show you it with Dad when we finish!"

"Maybe then I'll show you use my gun."

You quickly stepped in, "Please don't show my child how to use a gun, Christopher. Vigilante here already tries to enough."

Silas didn't have the heart to tell his mother that Adrian already showed him how to use a gun a long time ago. Vigilante said a quick goodbye to Chris, before stepping onto the porch and picking up Aurora. He slipped an arm around your shoulder and placed a kiss on your head through his mask. Chris felt more tears forming in his eyes. How the hell could Vigilante have everything? A wife, kids, people who love him.

You knew things would change when Peacemaker returned home, but you didn't realize how fast they would. Suddenly, Adrian was disappearing a bit more. Only home briefly in the morning, to give you a kiss on the cheek before your shift, and at night, to tuck the children into bed. Adrian didn't tell you a whole lot about what he did as Vigilante. Sometimes he would, after a particularly bad day, but normally, he liked to keep that part to himself. You have cleaned up a lot of his blood and stitched him back together. However, the night Adrian came home from being tortured was one of the worst nights of crime fighting you've seen.

It was three in the afternoon when he had returned home. Anakin was down for his afternoon nap, Silas was at school, and Aurora was having a play date with a neighborhood kid. You were resting on the couch, after a restless night of anxiety on Adrian's safety, and your newborn that required feeding every two hours. Adrian had texted you last night that he had joined Peacemaker on a mission and he wouldn't be home that night. He always let you know if he wasn't going to be coming home at his normal time, after he ended up stranded in a town three towns over and his phone died. That was the biggest fight you ever had with Adrian. Adrian limped into your home. He had changed out of his Vigilante uniform, and you noticed something was wrong almost immediately. You quickly rose up from your spot on the couch to Adrian.

"Hey, baby. Are you alright? Do you want to sit?" You asked, touching his chest to make sure there wasn't any unseen stab wounds or bullet holes.

"I lost half my pinky toe and I don't think I can give you anymore babies," Adrian said, flopping onto the couch. His nose was scrunched up and he had a desolate look across his face.

"W-what?" You stuttered out. Your hands were still hovering over his body, slowly unzipping his grey jacket

"Well, last night, when I went to help Peacemaker assassinate a State Senator — or whatever, I got beat up and kidnapped by this little green guy. He was super fast and genuinely terrified me a little bit, but whatever — that's besides the point. The State Senator we tried to assassinate tied me up in his super weird cave, basement thing, and electrocuted my balls to try and get Peacemaker to talk. Which he didn't, by the way. He let the guy kill off all my little guys! And then, when that didn't get Peacemaker to talk, he cut half my pinky toe off."

You stared at Adrian with a look of astonishment with what he had just told you. You never were particularly found of Peacemaker, but what Adrian had told you made the fury you felt towards him grow. How dare he let your husband get tortured?

You gripped onto Adrian's hands, "I'm sorry, baby. Do you need me to help patch you up?"

Adrian shook his head, "Well the people who surrounded Peacemaker's trailer are actually on a team with Peacemaker. So not best friend material by the way. But, they took a look at my toe and stitched it up. But, I still haven't checked to see if I still have balls."

"I could check, if you want. We could also check to see if you can still have kids," You whispered, your index finger trailing down his stomach to his leather belt.

Adrian gulped and shivered underneath you, "Y-Yeah, we should probably test it out. Make sure it still works."

You slowly undid the buckle on Adrian's blue jeans and slowly pushed them down to his ankles. You slowly traced the outline of Adrian's hard cock, causing him to jolt.

" 'M so sensitive, Sweet," Adrian gasped out as you slowly gripped his clothed cock.

"I know, baby. You are doing such a good job for me," You said as you pulled back the tight band of his underwear and begin to uncover his cock.

Adrian was cursing up a storm when the cold air inside the house met his burning cock. You had to place a finger in his mouth — which he immediately began sucking on — and remind him not to wake Anakin. He tried to remain calm, he really did, but then you placed your tongue on the head of his cock and Adrian lost motor function. He had a hand in your hair immediately, gripping your scalp as you slowly took his entire cock into your mouth.

"Fuck, you are so good at that. Y-You are like, the Head Queen. H-Holy shit, keep doing t-that, with your tongue!" Adrian shouted out as slide your tongue up and down his cock. Your spit coating his entire member. Tears were streaming down your face from Adrian's dick hitting the back of your throat.

When he came, it was violent. His hands tugging at your hair so tight, you thought he was going to rip your hair out. His cock shoved so far down your throat, you began gagging on it. His cum was shoved forcefully down your throat, and you swallowed it gratefully. You have his balls each a small kiss, which cause Adrian twitched again, and slowly made your way up to his lips.

"Do you want to see if you can still give me babies?" You asked, as your tongue traced the outline of his lips. You felt Adrian's hands rip your leggings off and he quickly had his fingers inside your cunt.

"Fuck, yeah, Sweet," Adrian mumbled out before flipping you onto your back and taking you on the couch.

The first time you met the task force, it was on accident. You were working a closing shift at Fennel Fields tonight, which meant Adrian had to stay home with the kids. It was a Tuesday night, which is usually the slowest. You were in the back doing your closing duties when Marla tapped you on the shoulder and told you that you had a table. You softened your diner reminiscent dress and dug out your notebook from your apron pockets. Sat in your sections was Peacemaker and three other people you had never met before. You gulped and wiped your sweaty palms on your apron. You were always nervous about serving people you know. You just hoped that they give you a good tip because you are married to their coworker.

"Welcome to Fennel Fields. What can I get y'all to drink?" You said as you approached the table. You gave Chris a knowing smile and turned your attention to the blonde hair lady closest to you. You slowly gathered in everyone's drink order and slivered to the back to prepare it.

Marla was all over you about Peacemaker. It was clear she had a crush on him. (She would not shut up about his biceps). You told her that you would introduce each other later before you grabbed your tray full of drinks. Everyone got a beer expect the dark haired girl, who instead got a glass of wine. You tired to warn her it would be shitty, but she didn't seem to care.

After placing everyone's drinks on the table, you tried to make your escape before Peacemaker reached a hand out. He grabbed your wrist and twirled you back to the table.

"You are Vigilante's wife, right?" Chris asked, letting go of your wrist.

You nodded, "Yes, but please don't say that too loud. Everyone here knows I'm married to... someone else," You didn't know if Adrian had told them his secret identity yet, so didn't want to expose him in case he hadn't gotten around to it yet.

"How? I'm sorry that's rude, but like, how are you married to that psycho?" The other man with the patchy beard spoke up.

You placed your hands on your hips, "I'm sorry, dye-beard. Are you insinuating there is something wrong with my husband?"

This got a chuckle from the two girls and Chris slapped a hand down on the table in laughter. You jumped a little but your hands still remained on your hips in your dominate position. Before you killed Rick James, you would have kept your mouth shut and made some excuse about running to the back. Now, you would snap the neck of anyone who talked ill of your husband.

"She's definitely Vig's wife. Even she can see you have a dye-beard!" Chris shouted, pouting at the fragile man in the corner of the booth who was nursing his beer, trying not to act like his feelings are hurt.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I love my husband and I will defend him to my last breath. It's kind of why I married him," You said looking at Dye-Beard.

Dye-beard set his drink down on the table, "It's okay. I would do the same, if I was married."

The dark haired girl sat next to Chris spoke up, "Your name is Sweet?" Her eyes were directed to the company name tag you wore.

"No, but that's just what everyone calls me. You guys can call me Sweet too, if you want. Plus, I don't think Vigilante will be too happy if I told you my name. You could clearly find out his secret identity."

The blonde girl finally spoke up, "We can easily do that, anyways. We work for the government."

Chris slammed his beer back on to the table, "He told me his name after we got kidnapped. I didn't tell anyone. Wouldn't break the bro code."

You frowned and crossed your arms, "Thank you for that, by the way. Only such a good friend would let their best friend get tortured."

"Hey, they were trying to get information out of me! I — I wasn't going to give up my team!" Chris called out, thankfully keeping his voice low as to not turn heads.

"Whatever, just— be nice to my husband, please. He may not seem like it, but he does actually have feelings. I don't want to hear a negative word about you guys come out of his mouth or I swear I will hunt you to the end of the earth."

The blonde girl chirped up and quirked an eyebrow at you, "Is that a threat?"

"Yes. Now, what can I get y'all to eat."

(You told Adrian about this later. It was after you had returned home from work, and you and Adrian were watching Fargo on the couch. All the kids were fast asleep. You had your back pressed against Adrian's chest and his hand kept getting dangerously close to your pantie covered pussy.

"You know, I met the little group you work with as Vigilante today," You said, arching your back deeper into Adrian's as his index finger ghosted your clit.

"Did they embarrass me? I swear if Chris said some dumb stuff to my wife —," Adrian said as he slid his hand under your panties.

You moaned and arched your back at Adrian's fingers entering your dripping cunt, "No. I insulted Dye-Beard guy because he asked why I was married to you, Chris laughed and said he saw how we were married, and then I yelled at Chris for letting you get tortured. I — ahh — also threatened to kill them if they were mean fo you."

"God, I fucking love you Mrs. Chase," Adrian mumbled into your ear as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. )

You had never felt more anger in your life than when you received a voicemail from the Evergreen City Jail. In a blinding rage, you packed your children into Adrian’s car and rushed to the video store. You drove like a mad man. Tears slowly spilling from your eyes while Silas asked you what was going on in the backseat. You told him that when you arrive at the video store, to take Aurora and himself into the back room and shut the door. Upon arrival, you bursted into the abandoned video store with Anakin strapped to your chest. Silas grabbed Aurora’s hand and quickly scurried off into the back room — ignoring the eyes of the other adults in the room.

Harcourt, Adebayo, and Murn were standing over Economos at his desk. Their heads snapped when they heard the door slam open to see the young girl stomping into the office. Harcourt rolled her eyes and you could notice how Adebayo slowly slipped behind Murn.

You slammed your phone down on the desk and pressed play on the voicemail that Adrian had left you, "Hey, Sweet. Soooo, I might be late for dinner tonight. I might be in prison. But it's okay! I went to go kill Peacemaker's dad because he would be better off without him. I should be out of here tonight, so save my dinner in the fridge, please. Oh! You would love my prison uniform. I wish I had my phone so I can send you a picture of it. You would totally want to fuck me in-,"

"Please turn it off." Harcourt groaned and you hastily grabbed your phone before Adrian could finish his rant about fucking you in his prison uniform. You wondered if he could snag one on his way out.

"Can you please tell me why the fuck my husband is in prison?!" You shouted, covering Anakin's small ears.

"Hey, it's okay. Just calm dow-," Adebayo mumbled out and you jumped at her, not before Harcourt grabbed your shoulder and held you back.

"You have some explaining to do," You looked at Harcourt, before sitting down in front of Economos across the desk.

"Adebayo convinced your husband to kill Peacemaker's father in prison," Economos spoke, looking at you from over his computer.

You shot an evil glare towards Adebayo, hoping maybe you gained superpowers so you can explode her with your mind. Adrian always had the biggest heart and was willing to do anything for the people he loved. How dare someone abused your husband's big heart for their own gain.

"Calm down, Jedi," Harcourt mumbled out.

"My husband is a good man, and how dare you abuse his big heart for your own fucking gain. He has been nothing but manipulated and teased since you guys showed up. He has feelings! You guys may not think he does, but he's still a fucking person. Get my husband out of prison or I swear to fucking god I will kill you all myself," You said, your hands still covering Anakin's young ears.

Economos spoke first, after communicative glances were exchanged between the team, "He should be released within the hour. He was only arrested for resisting arrest and destruction of government property."

You smiled at Economos, "Thank you, Dye-Beard. Silas! Aurora! Let's go!"

Your children came scurrying out of the back room. Economos mumbled out some retort to the insult you hurled at him while you grabbed onto Silas’s hand and ran out of the store.

You dropped your children off with Mrs. Tanner — something you probably should have done since you received the call — before making your way down to the police station. It was dark when you arrived to the station and you pulled Adrian’s jacket tighter around your body to protect yourself from the nipping air. Adrian strolled out of the station. His head was hung low while you slowly made your way over to your husband. You gripped onto his biceps and ghosted your hand over his cheek.

“Hey, baby. Busy day?” You said trying to lighten the mood. You could see the pain in Adrian’s eyes. Did he go through with it, you thought. Did he kill Augie Smith?

“I didn’t kill him,” Adrian mumbled out, still refusing to look you in the eyes. He was ashamed of himself. He made everything worse. It’s all he ever did.

You felt your chest heave in relaxation, “Oh, baby. It’s okay.”

Adrian titled his eyes up to yours. You ran a finger over his lips and cupped his cheek, “I think I might have made things worse.”

Your heart wanted to shatter. You wanted to take Adrian’s pain and blow it up with a grenade, but you couldn’t, so, you just held him. You brought your arms around your husbands neck and squeezed him with all your might. Adrian’s hands found the small of your back, as the always did, and reciprocated the hug. You whispered into his ear how everything was going to be alright, and how Adrian was the best man you know.

You pressed a kiss to Adrian’s lips. It was soft and delicate. Fragile.

“Did you end up stealing a uniform? I would love to see you in one,” You whispered into your husbands ears.

“Naughty girl. Did you see my mugshot?” Adrian mumbled back. His hot breath in your ear sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes I did, pretty boy. Now, let’s get home and put our kids to bed so I can pretend to be your arresting officer.”

Adrian slapped your ass. You jolted at the sudden spark sent down your spin, “Let’s go home, Mrs. Chase.”

“It’s Officer Chase, to you.”

When you didn’t hear from your husband for an entire day, you knew something terrible had happened. Then, you saw the news. Peacemaker’s diary was leaked, and he confessed to killing Annie Sturphausen — along with the warrant out for his arrest. You knew when Adrian said he was going to hang out with Chris earlier that morning, nothing good could happen from it. You didn’t hear from Adrian for two days after that. Your children kept wondering where their father was, and you were trying so hard to keep it together. Your anxiety skyrocketed, and you founded a new habit of hyperventilating into Adrian’s shirt until you passed out at nights.

After the third day of no word from Adrian, you decided to call Christopher Smith. Adrian had given you the number — for emergencies — and you never had an inkling to use it, until now. Silas was at school, Aurora was at daycare, and you had dropped Anakin off at Mrs. Tanners for the day. You were grateful that she also agreed to pick Silas and Aurora up later today too.

You paced around the living room while the phone rang in your ear. You were biting at your nails, anxious at the response you would get.

“Hello? Who is this?” Christopher spoke on the other end of the phone.

“Hi, Chris. I-It’s Sweet. I haven’t heard from Adrian in a couple days and I wanted to know if y-you have seen him,” You fumbled out.

“Oh, Sweet,” Your heart dropped at that moment. You felt your knees buckled. No. This can’t be happening. Please, “A-Adrian is in the hospital. H-He got shot, and blown up.”

You shirked and slowly sank onto the couch to avoid collapsing, “Oh my god. Is he okay? W-What room is he in? I’m — I’m on my way.”

Chris told you the room number and you gritted out a thank you. Nothing good ever comes to Adrian Chase with Christopher Smith around. You were angry, frustrated even, at Adrian continuing to put himself in danger for someone who would careless if they died. Adrian deserved better than that. You wished you could show him.

When you arrived to the hospital, Adrian was slowly taking out his IV from his hand. He was going to make a run for it, you figured. You cleared your throat and Adrian’s attention shot to the doorway of his hospital room.

“H-Hey, Sweet,” Adrian fumbled out. He was red from ear to ear, knowing he was about to be in so much trouble.

“What the fuck happened, Addy? I hadn’t heard from you in days. Y-You know the rule. I-I don’t think I ask for much. And you got yourself shot! I’m going to fucking kill this fucking task force you are working with. They don’t care, at all, about your safety. And—,”

Adrian had walked up to the door, favoring his right side, and cupped your cheek with his hand, “I’m okay, Sweet. No need to assassinate some government employees.”

A tear fell down your cheek and Adrian’s thumb caught it, “You were shot, Adrian. And, I didn’t hear from you for days. D-Do you know what it’s like? To have to tell your kids that Daddy can’t tuck them in at night. They missed you so much. Y-You can’t do this to them, to us.”

“I know I messed up, Sweet. But, with Peacemaker on the run, and we had to kill a cow, and we killed Peacemaker’s dad—,”

You placed a hand over his mouth, “If you ever do this again, I will kill your myself, Adrian. Never. Again.”

Adrian quickly nodded in response, wanting to do his best to appease you. You lowered your hand from his mouth and brushed your fingers past the bruise around his eye.

“Let’s go home, Addy. The kids miss you,” You said before slowly kissing your husband.

(A few months later, you found out that Adrian can, in fact, still have children. And a few months after that, you learned you were having twins. Adrian was stoked about this revelation. You, however, were more worried on how you were going to store this many children in a three bedroom home.

Adrian didn’t tell you this yet, but he put a mortgage out a new — five bedroom — home in the outskirts of Evergreen. The realtor told him that it was next to good schools, and the neighborhood was child friendly.

You named your twins Luke and Leia — obviously).

#adrian chase #peacemaker #vigilante #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x female reader #freddie stroma #vigilante x reader #peacemaker hbo max #adrian chase x you #tasmpeter fic #vigilante x you #vigilante x y/n

[direwolfrules]

3 Mandos and a Baby AU: The Aq Vetina Crisis Part 2

So, the Republic mediators are Bail, Padme, and Obi-Wan. Anakin and Ahsoka are going along for security reasons, along with a some clones. Unbeknownst to the rest of the delegation, Anakin was personally asked by the Chancellor to spy on the Mandos and figure out what they’re planning. Anakin’s kinda conflicted on this because the Mand’alor is beloved by the men and once spent three hours reading out the names of every slave Orn Fre Taa traded, but the Chancellor’s counting on him.

“It’s a very important job Anakin my boy, and you’re the only one I trust to do it”. Ugh. Skeevy Sheev is skeevy.

So, Mandalore pushes for the negotiations to be held on Aq Vetina, in the slowly rebuilding city of Floria Prima. They may or may not threaten to pull their deployed troops out of the field if this demand is not met. Palpatine convinces his old friend Senator Vald to concede to their demand, in the name of peace (Palpatine is already plotting. The deaths of several high ranking officials in the location the Mandalorians chose would be a delightful justification to call for a Republic occupation. And poor, poor Anakin, if Senator Amidala should be one of those to fall).

So everyone meets up on Aq Vetina. The Jinata-Meerian delegation is basically just Jinata system reps and a member of the Trade Federation, with only Senator Larwellian Greevdos (I have given up on giving people names that make even the slightest lick of sense. I realized I don’t have to, it’s Star Wars, home of Ima Gun-Di) and a representative of the Mining Guilds representing the Meerian Sector.

Negotiations are tense, partly because of the circumstances and partly because the pretentious Jinata reps think the Mandalorians aren’t taking this seriously. I mean, the Mand’alor’s aunt is staring at them menacingly while holding a small child and instead of disciplining her or sending the kid away the Mand’alor keeps sneaking the kid fruit! 

Listen, Fenn’s off on Corellia with a squad of Protectors and Bo’s strill escorting a Mandalmotors executive and a member of the Ministry of Defense to speak to one of the many ship design companies on a joint project or two. He can’t watch Din right now he’s busy getting embroiled in shenanigans involving orphaned scrumrats and photosensitive crime lords.

Anyway, back at the negotiating table in a move that surprises everyone neither the Mand’alor, the Jorad’alor, or Senator Batin speak. No, instead they give the floor to Administrator Rhuya Kadjn of Aq Vetina, who speaks of how it was the Mandalorians who saved them and gave them the chance to rebuild. How not a single one of the crates of relief supplies came from Jinata or the Republic. It was all Mandalore. The Mando’ade had, in typical Mando’ade fashion, become inextricably part of their lives, whether as spouses or as adoptive parents for children orphaned in the attack.

Then Journeyman Ruus Halax of Vanquo tells a story of how many years ago, Mandalore the Ultimate conquered the planet, and though in the centuries that followed the Republic reconquered the planet, Mandalorian culture remained. That, combined with Mand’alor Kryze’s new mining regulations (jointly thought up by Mandalore the Binder and Mandalore the Uniter) made swearing fealty to the Mandalorian government seem pretty sweet. Especially after years of various mining companies and guilds bleeding them dry. They remember what happened on Bandomeer years ago, how some of their people went looking for work but wound up in slave collars instead.

The rest of the day is spent going around in circles because in a battle like this the only way to win is stubbornness. Bail calmly suggests they all break for dinner, and maybe explore the rebuilt city center, to get a better idea of how things are developing on planet. Everyone thinks it’s a marvelous idea, and Padme discreetly suggests to Anakin that they turn it into a date night.

Meanwhile Ahsoka’s trying to avoid focusing on the vaguely humanoid translucent blue figures lurking in the corner of her eye, but she’s not gonna tell her masters because then they’ll just make her go to medical for what might just be a reaction between the local environment and her Torgruta physiology. It’s not, Korkie’s ghosts just recognize another mandokarla Force-sensitive.

Anyway, everyone splits up with their various security teams: Padme is with Anakin and Rex + some other 501st troopers, Bail and Obi-Wan are hanging out with a few of the men, the Jinata-Meerian reps brought their own security, and the Mandalorians are Mandalorians. Ahsoka’s given permission by Anakin to go out and have fun.

Obi-Wan leads Bail and the men to a classic Mandalorian tihaar’yaim (bar) for drinks and classic spicy mando bar food. Shenanigans ensue, including Obi-Wan getting a bit wasted and confiding in Bail about Korkie maybe being his son. Bail’s just kinda like “okay, we been knew” and trying not to choke on the extra spicy food the Jedi ordered. Listen, Bail can handle spice, but Mandalorian levels of spice are something else. It’s like if someone used to Scotch Bonnets at most was given a 7 Pot Yellow. Poor man is dying.

Anakin and Padme are having an awesome date night at this cute little out of the way restaurant while Rex and the rest of the men on security detail try to discreetly blend in. One benefit of Mandalore’s clone freedom underground is no one questions the number of clones in the building that night. Their night is interrupted when Lady Bo-Katan comes in along with her scary second-in-command, some dude they hadn’t seen earlier, and the same kid she had on her lap before.

Somehow the Mandos don’t notice them (actually they do they just don’t care) but they spend the rest of their date huddled down in their booth trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, painfully aware of everything the three adults say.

Bo thanks Ursa and Alrich for agreeing to eat at this place instead of one of the various mando-centric food halls, Din – apparently that’s the kid’s name – was a good boy at the negotiations today and she promised him some sort of local cake, and this place makes the best. Ursa reveals she’s pregnant, and Anakin is a little shocked to feel through the Force that the two parents to be are sad, and kinda grieving. Then one of them mentions their prior losses (refering to Tristan and Sabine) and Anakin and Padme immediately draw the wrong conclusion. But for Ursa and Alrich that grief is an ever present thing and they’re genuinely excited for this new ik’aad.

Then Bo says “wait a minute, did you guys actually remember to get married?” and the short answer is no, no they did not. Listen, they were going to, it’s just everytime they attempted to find a cord and a crowd yet another crisis occurred and things got delayed.

Alrich jumps up and asks if anyone has a red cord and surprisingly one of the 501st clones throws him one (the clone is named Loverboy and he is living). Loverboy also offers to video the riduurok for them, and they accept. So yeah, Anakin and Padme’s date got crashed by a pregnancy announcement and an impromptu wedding, but at least Anakin has some decent intel on some important Mandos for the Chancellor.

Ahsoka winds up hanging out with the Mand’alor and his friends. She just kinda ran into them as they headed out to go to explore the town and she somehow was convinced to join them. They wind up watching Mandalorian Mamma Mia at the rec center, because I believe in Space ABBA supremacy. It’s fun except those blue flashes Ahsoka’s seeing are more common around the Mand’alor and it’s seriously starting to freak her out. At one point she thinks she hears a voice (Myles really loves the “Does Your Mother Know” scene).

As for Satine, her and the rest of the Mandalorian party are watching a video of Senator Batin’s youngest son Rav take his first steps and making the appropriate cooing noises.

I’m gonna make a part 3 cause this is longer than I’d like.

#tw: reference to miscarriage #3 mandos and a baby au #obi-wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #anakin skywalker #Padme Amidala #bail organa #bo-katan kryze #satine kryze #duchess satine #korkie kryze #korkie kenobi #alrich wren #ursa wren #fenn rau #Ursa x Alrich #bofenn #sheev palpatine #space abba #star wars #star wars au #star wars the clone wars #star wars rebels #captain rex #ocs #star wars ocs #clone trooper oc #space mamma Mia #din djarin

[sira365]

It Is Not Yet Life Day

characters: Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Captain Rex, the 501st Battalion, Obi-Wan Kenobi rating: General Audiences word count: 3.5k ao3 • star wars masterlist

Summary: Anakin Skywalker has a problem. The Chosen One is obsessed with Life Day, maybe too obsessed. It is up to the 501st, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan to put a stop to the madness and protect their sanities.

A/N: Pure, unadulterated crack.

1: Misunderstandings and New Discoveries

The Resolute was used to being in the thick of battle. Anakin Skywalker’s personal flagship, the destroyer made sure to make a scene wherever it went. It was  hard for one to imagine peace and serenity aboard such a rambunctious ship, yet amidst a sleep cycle, the quiet humming of its hyperspace drive was the only sound to be heard.

On steel bunks bundled up in polyester blankets, the men of the 501st slept, lost in their dreamscapes. Little did they know, they’d never get to find out how their fantasies would end.

“ LAst LiFe DaY, I gAve you mY heArt! But tHe vEry next day, yoU gave it aWay! This yEAr, to saVe me from teaRS, I’ll giVe it to sOmeOne speCial!”  

Sharp, foreign, croaking startled the clones from their slumber. 

“Intruder!”  Fives whisper-shouted to his brothers, hand dipping beneath his mattress to find the secret blaster he stashed there. The other soldiers hopped off their beds, alert and ready  for action.

A sudden screech of clanking metal. The squawks grew louder. The intruder was getting closer. 

Light on his feet, Fives hopped off his bed and slunk to the durasteel door. He gestured for a soldier to call the captain. A few other men joined him at the door, back flat against the wall, waiting for Fives’ signal to charge out to accost the enemy. 

Fives slammed his fist onto the control panel, and the door slid open in a whir as prominent as the beating of his heart against his chest. Battle instincts kicking in, he executed a forward roll into the corridor, staying low to the ground, pulling up in one swift move to raise his arm, fingers ready on the trigger, to point his weapon at, at…

“General Skywalker? ” Fives exclaimed, so aghast he forgot to lower his blaster. In front of his eyes, Fives saw Anakin Skywalker balancing precariously on top of a metal stool, a roll of adhesive tape worn on his left wrist, two hands high above his head busy fixing what appeared to be sparkly green tinsel onto the monochrome walls of the Resolute’s hallways. His body swaying to the noise that was coming out of his mouth (Noise was the kindest word Fives could think of to describe what his dear General apparently considered to be singing).

Thankfully for Fives, the General stopped his caterwauling to turn his head to the squad of sleepwear-clad clones that had gathered in the corridor, all gaping at the confusing scene before them. 

Anakin dropped one end of the tinsel, freeing one hand to wave at the men, “Troopers! Hey! Did I wake you? Force, my bad. I-” He never got to finish his apology as the heavy stomps of running soldiers filled the other side of the hallway.

“Freeze! Drop your weapon!” Captain Rex stood firm and imposing across the corridor,  a team of clones in full armor anticipating a fight behind him.

“Hands in the air!” A blur of neon green, Ahsoka Tano ignited her lightsabers as she jumped down from a ceiling vent, landing on the ground in a defensive Jar’Kai stance. 

“I’m afraid you’ve been surrounded.” Next to Captain Rex, Obi-Wan Kenobi gave a mocking nod in the intruder’s direction, his hand resting on his lightsaber hilt.

Gold-speckled tinsel tumbled and trailed further down the wall, its green trims bristling in the currents of recycled air. 

Anakin Skywalker faced his Captain, Padawan and former Master, empty hands both held up to convey he was not a threat, “Woah! Guys! It’s just me!”

“Master?” Ahsoka stumbled backwards upon hearing the familiar voice.

Captain Rex motioned at his men to put away their weapons.

Obi-Wan Kenobi threw an unamused look at his former Apprentice  who was staggering disgracefully on a stool. “Anakin, what on Coruscant are you do-” But then Obi-Wan really looked at his surroundings and the man in question . Walls lined with tinsel too shimmery for their own good, lurid ornaments dangling from Anakin’s utility belt, and was that glitter on his leather glove?

Then it hit him. It hit him harder than a speeder bike.

Oh no. Oh no no no. 

Month 12. It’s the first day of Month 12.

Captain Rex turned his gaze to General Kenobi, who suddenly seemed to have a thousand-yard stare in his eyes. 

The never-ending bells, and, and the colors, saturated, everywhere. The, the songs, and the singing, the god-awful singing. 

“Master, why are you hanging up tinsel everywhere? Life Day’s not here yet.” Ahsoka broke the silence in the corridor, snapping Obi-Wan back to the present.

“Anakin, you will put down that tinsel, now.” Obi-Wan commanded, cool and uncompromising. 

The Jedi didn’t even pretend to listen, focused on snagging a piece of tape with his front teeth while adjusting the droop of the tinsel to make it level with the others. 

Knowing he had, not for the first time, lost his past Padawan to the Life Day decorations, Obi-Wan let out a defeated sigh, resigning himself to the weeks to come. He knew they were going to be unpleasant .

“Ahsoka, why don’t you help me with these.” Anakin fiddled with the hooks on his belt, removing a string of bells and ornaments. The bells jingled as he handed them to Ahsoka.

“Master, don’t you think it’s a bit too early for Life Day decorations?” Ahsoka questioned, struggling to carry all the ornaments in her arms. 

“You still have much to learn, Ahsoka. Nothing is too early for Life Day.”

Ahsoka personally thought that decorations at the start of Month 12 were a bit excessive, but she was the Padawan learner, so there had to be some wisdom in her Master’s words. She hoped.

 “What do you want me to do with these?” Ahsoka inspected a metallic-red plastic sphere.

“Hang them,” he moved his right arm in one slow, dramatic sweep around himself, “everywhere .” 

From the other end of the hallway, Captain Rex and his men stared at their General. 

“Is General Skywalker alright sir?” Captain Rex quietly asked Obi-Wan.

“No, he is not.” Obi-Wan placed a frustrated hand on his forehead. Deciding he had witnessed Anakin’s spiral into holiday madness too many times before and could bear it no longer, he excused himself from the corridor and walked away.  

Having spent much time with his General as his first in command, Captain Rex thought he had a good idea of who General Skywalker was, but this was a side to him that he had never seen before.  Rex watched General Kenobi’s retreating figure. Surely, the Master Jedi was overreacting, or maybe he was just tired. He knew that Life Day wasn’t in three weeks, but some enthusiasm never hurt anyone.

 So, he let it be. 

2: Waning Patience and Bright Ideas

Captain Rex had been mistaken, gravely mistaken. He felt bad for second guessing General Kenobi a week prior. Obi-Wan was right, Anakin Skywalker had lost it.

"ALL I WANT FOR LIFE DAY, ISSSS PADMEEEEEEEE!" The general sang (if you could call it that) to the tune blasting on max volume throughout the ship. The melody of the song was festive and ebullient, and Rex admitted it was a good song, a damn good one, but having been played on repeat for the last week straight due to Skywalker's tinkering with the destroyer's AV system, his opinion on the song had evidently soured. 

Improvise, adapt, overcome. Those were Rex's strong points, he was genetically engineered to be an adroit problem solver after all. Faced with the predicament of an overly-boisterous general, he found ear plugs to be a simple yet effective solution. His general could  get his Life Day music and singing out of his system, while he and his brothers got some uninterrupted peace. Frenzy and relative calm could coexist in perfect harmony. 

Or so he thought. 

He should have known from experience that General Skywalker's brand of chaos was not one easily contained.

“Captain, I can deal with the songs, I can bear with the singing, but I can’t do my job with, with these scattered all around med bay,” Kix, the 501st's resident medic held out a helpless palm, on top of which sat a miniature Kashyyyk evergreen figurine, pointy tip included, "General Skywalker's placed these death traps everywhere! I stepped on one while trying to get gauze from the storage room! Swear I could have died! They have to go!" 

Rex rubbed a tired finger over a wearier temple. Kix wasn't the first man to come knocking on his door with complaints about their recent work conditions. Even the droids had rolled over to his office in angry beeps, something about the general trying to reprogram their diode colors and flashing sequences, Rex wasn't entirely fluent in droid speak. He felt the beginning of a long headache start to form in his cranium. 

The captain sat down with a heavy thump, "Look Kix, I'll bring this up with the commander, but there's not much we can do right now. I'm sorry, vod."

Muttering a Mandalorian curse under his breath, Kix stormed to the door, punching the open button, letting the jingling chords they had grown too familiar with into the Captain's office. The two men groaned simultaneously at the sonic attack.

As the captain, Rex had the duty of not just overseeing his men, but also taking care of them, and right now, his brothers’ sanities were under threat. He took in a brave breath. General Skywalker must be stopped. The men were probably three more Life Day songs away from ejecting themselves out into hyperspace, force knew he was.

Plugging in his ear plugs with a newfound sense of determination, he marched out of his office and headed towards the commander’s quarters. Commander Tano could be their saviour in this lawlessness. He was aware of the general’s disdain for orders, and would likely heed no word from an authority figure, but surely, he’d listen to his Padawan’s concerns. 

Sensing the Captain outside her door through the force from her bunk, Ahsoka lazily swiped a few fingers through the air, sliding open her door to  reveal the figure of Captain Rex with his right arm raised, about to knock. Letting out an awkward cough, he stepped into her room while removing his ear plugs, wincing slightly at the few notes that were able to sneak in  before the door fully shut.

"Commander Tano, recent conditions on the ship have been detrimental to not only our men's performance, but also their well-being. I hope you can bring this up with the general, and come to some form of resolution." He reported, trying his hardest to hide exasperation and desperation from his voice.

Ahsoka completely understood where the men were coming from.  Her Master’s Life Day proclivities began to wear on her the moment he enlisted her into hanging up ornaments around the ship. She had broken down into a blubbering mess after putting up what she was certain was the five hundredth shiny bob. Where did her Master get that many decorations? And how the heck was he able to smuggle them onto the ship? How had they not known earlier?

Arms strained and completely fed up, she had gone to her grandmaster, hoping, praying, that he’d be able to put an end to her misery by reigning in his wayward former apprentice. Her pleas were not granted. Master Kenobi could not provide her with much help, occupied with rocking back and forth on the floor curled up in the foetal position. Ahsoka surmised that Master Kenobi was reliving the Month 12s’ past. 

“I’m sorry Rex, but Master Kenobi’s out of commission. I don’t think there’s much we can do to stop him,” she said, dejected, “I guess we’re just gonna have to cope with a sky high Skyguy for the coming weeks.”

Captain Rex dipped his head down in disappointment. He had hoped to hear something more optimistic. If even the Commander thought it impossible…

No. We can’t give up. We don’t give up.

Captain Rex’s persistence wasn’t ready to abandon this fight yet. They’d faced megalomaniac Sith Lords, overcome relentless droid wave attacks, there had to be something that could be done to end the terror of the General’s rampage to spread Life Day joy. 

An idea flashed across his mind. To make the droid army bleed ( figuratively ), blow up the droid factories. He tilted his head back up, a new fire alight in his eyes. 

“Maybe, we just have to be a little more,” he paused for emphasis, “ Aggressive. ”

Hearing a chance for action, the violence-prone Padawan’s montrals twitched in intrigue.

“I’m listening.”

3: Confrontations and Happy Endings

Armed with a plan, a contingency, and a power-point presentation, the strong willed captain and the dedicated commander headed to General Kenobi’s quarters to convince him to join their scheme.  The Jedi Master sat in a corner of the room, hands wrapped around shaking knees bent up to his chest, most certainly wallowing in a hole of regret for not putting an end to Anakin’s Life Day habit while he was still young and malleable.  It took a bit more than a curt presentation to sway the man, but they did succeed. Fine Corellian whiskey on top of the General’s dresser was the final push needed for Obi-Wan to pledge himself to their plan of action.

Now, blood flowing with liquid courage, Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi staggered ahead of Ahsoka, Rex and a small platoon of men.

“Where is he, Captain?” he belched.

Captain Rex scanned the information projected from his communicator, “Security footage shows he’s in the hangar, General.”

Obi-Wan lifted a wobbly arm, “To the hangar we go! This way, men!”

“Um, Master, you’re going down the wrong hallway.” Ahsoka pointed out.

“It’s not my fault I can’t think with all this blasted music blaring everywhere.” he drunkenly mumbled. 

While the music was certainly disruptive, Ahsoka couldn’t quite see how it would affect one’s ability to read direction signs printed out huge and bold. Reaching the conclusion that her grandmaster was too sloshed to navigate, Ahsoka grabbed the teetering Jedi by his arm and dragged him all the way to the destroyer’s hangar. 

"Everyone ready?" Ahsoka faced the men, fingers hovering above the door panel.

Ahsoka received a chorus of determined yeses and one incoherent one.

She entered in the key code, and the steel doors raised up. In the middle of the hangar was the general, engrossed in curling a garland around the nose of a Delta-17.  

The clones scurried into the hangar, and moved to surround the general, forming a circle around him and the starfighter.

The spur of activity seemed to sober up Obi-Wan a little. "Put down that garland, Anakin! It is not the Jedi way!" Obi-Wan yelled while trying to use the force to call Anakin's lightsaber to him. The manipulation was not entirely smooth, and the lightsaber jiggled in the air, the Jedi's powers clearly still impaired by alcohol. The fact that Obi-Wan was able to pull it off was more of a testament to how enthralled his former apprentice was in decorating rather than the Master's own innate talent.

Anakin turned around to look at the troopers. Starting to realize what was unfolding around him, he tightened his grip on the garland. 

He noticed the blasters (set to stun of course) being pointed at him by his own men, "What is the meaning of this?" 

“Master, we’re not here to hurt you. Please, just stop decorating.” Ahsoka pleaded. 

The General refused to budge.

Ahsoka sighed, she hoped it wouldn’t have had to come to this, but her Master’s stubbornness gave her no choice. Her heart twinged knowing that this was going to hurt him. Moving her arm, she tugged the garland towards herself using the force, catching it with her other hand. 

“NOOOOOOOO!” Anakin yelled, pained and outraged at the sudden loss of his decoration, “You will give me back that garland, Padawan!” 

Anakin made a leap towards Ahsoka, but his attempt at tackling his Padawan came short with Ahsoka simply taking a few steps to the left, evading his trajectory. The general hit the floor, sprawled out in a manner least dignifying. 

“Can’t you see, Master! You have been blinded by your unrestrained holiday lunacy!” Ahsoka cried out, shocked that she managed to escape her master’s grapple, Master Skywalker was not one to miss a target.

“I have failed you, Anakin. I was never able to teach you to control your Life Day passions.” Obi-Wan walked to where his former Apprentice lay. Anakin grunted in response, displeased.

 Passing Ahsoka, Obi-Wan took the garland from her hand, “It’s over, Anakin. I have the garland.” 

“Give that back, Obi-Wan!” Anakin jumped back up from the ground, a ball of fury. 

Obi-Wan lit up his lightsaber, its azure blue blade held dangerously close to the green garland. 

Fear and anger clouded Anakin’s eyes, he looked about ready to pounce on Obi-Wan and reclaim what was his.

Obi-Wan pushed his saber a few centimeters closer to the garland, narrowing his eyes at Anakin, “Don’t try it.”

Wanting to thrust Obi-Wan’s cruel blade away from his precious garland, Anakin shot his hand to his belt, grasping for his lightsaber, only to be met with despairing emptiness where his hilt usually resided. 

At the sight of black smoke effusing from its stray fringes, Anakin’s lips trembled. Lightsaberless and besieged by his men and Padawan, there was nothing Anakin Skywalker could do to turn this situation around.  Never in his life before had he felt so helpless, not even when Dooku cut off his arm.

“Shut down the AV system, Anakin, and I promise you your garland will be safe.” Obi-Wan bargained, moving his saber further away from it as a show of good faith.

Despite his plight, the Hero With No Fear refused to yield, resolve hard as ever. “Never!” he sneered. 

Obi-Wan, always the nimble negotiator, deemed it the appropriate time to take this parley to the next level, “You will turn off the music, Anakin, or I will tear down the tinsel.” 

Anakin’s face paled.

“ All of it. ” 

To add more weight to General Kenobi’s remark, Captain Rex took a purple string of tinsel out from his back pocket. He lifted it out slowly, making sure General Skywalker’s eyes followed every movement. Each end of the tinsel was clenched pertinaciously in his two fists. Staring straight at the general, he stretched out the tinsel a little, exerting just enough force for intimidation, but not enough to ruin the stricken Jedi. 

Emboldened by the Captain's display, Kix pushed his way to the front of the men and threw a Kashyyyk evergreen figurine onto the floor next to the general, aiming a blaster at it. 

“You menaces !” Anakin gasped.

A violet trimming fell off from the tinsel in Captain Rex's hands. It fluttered weakly through the air, frail and alone, isolated and torn from its home. Its soundless landing on the cold ground pushed Anakin over the edge. The mindless shedding of tinsel trimmings was too much for the general to stomach. 

Everyone stood in silence, giving General Skywalker a few minutes to process his loss. Only the blaring of Life Day music from overhead speakers was heard. 

Anakin gazed at those who had beat and bested him. His arm shook as he brought up his communicator, and his fingers quivered as he initiated the AV system’s shutdown. 

The troopers released sighs of relief upon hearing the music fade out. Obi-Wan’s blade collapsed back into its hilt, and he dropped the garland onto the floor. 

“There, I turned it off. Happy?” Anakin bitterly expressed. 

Returning his blaster to his holster, Kix unhooked a tranquilizer gun from his belt, handing it to Commander Tano. 

Ahsoka gladly accepted the tranquilizer, and pointed it at her Master apologetically, “Very, Master. This is gonna hurt a little, I’m sorry.” She aimed and pulled the trigger.

Anakin, still reeling from everything that had just transpired, didn’t notice the projectile fly towards him.

Zipping through the air, the dart hit the Jedi’s shoulder. For the second time today, Anakin Skywalker flopped onto the floor with an echoing thud.  The dart may be tiny, but it was potent, and the Jedi Knight was knocked out cold by the diazepam.

“Give me a hand here!” Kix waved a few clones over to help transfer the unconscious general to a stretcher. 

They carried him to his room, Ahsoka and Obi-Wan accompanying them. Together, they hoisted the general to his bed. The mattress gently creaked at the impact of body mass. 

Though he looked completely blissed out, Ahsoka still felt slightly bad for her Master. She hung a Life Day wreath around his neck, letting a piece of Life Day stay with him throughout his comatose state. 

They filed out of the general’s room. Obi-Wan stopped beside the electronic panel next to the door, inputting a locking sequence.

“You’re locking his door, General Kenobi?” Captain Rex quirked up an eyebrow, confused.

Obi-Wan was too focused to look up at the captain, diligently keying in the last numbers, “We’ll let him out on Life Day.”

“But that’s two weeks away, sir.” Captain Rex hurried to keep up with the Jedi, who had begun to walk down the corridor.

Obi-Wan stopped in his stride, and turned to smirk at the muddled captain, "Exactly."

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi fanfiction #ahsoka tano #captain rex #501st battalion #clone troopers #clone wars #star wars: the clone wars #padme amidala #clone trooper kix #arc trooper fives #life day #christmas #crack fic #prequel memes #sw rots #fanfiction

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People saying 'everyone loves Hayden Anakin now that he has a good script'....FUCK OFF. The script was never the actual reason the dudebro fanboys hated Anakin in the Prequels. They had already viciously hated on little Ani back in TPM. And not because of so-called 'bad writing', but because he was a cute, precocious little kid and they couldn't stand that being associated with their beloved 'badass' Vader. And likewise, they IMMEDIATELY decided to hate Anakin in AotC when Hayden was cast because he was a pretty boy instead of whatever headcanon they wanted for him. They resented Anakin in the Prequels because he was first depicted as a sweet and caring child who loved his mother, and then later because he was an emotionally vulnerable young man who had a romantic storyline and was motivated by love and his fear of losing those he loved. The fanboys hated Prequels Anakin because he wasn't Vader. They wanted Vader. They have always worshipped Vader. THAT is the reason. Not the script. Seriously, there are so many older male fans who are STILL bitter over a 'pretty boy' playing Anakin. Stop blaming the script for everything. The Prequel films and Hayden Anakin were only thought to be universally 'hated' due to the fact that the fanboys ruled the internet in those early days, and spread the hate around with no one to counter it. The Prequels are way better films than anything Disney could EVER hope to produce, and it's infuriating that people are acting like the material Disney of all things churns out is somehow the 'reason' people like Hayden Anakin now. No, it's because they've had time to go back and appreciate his role in the Prequels and seen that it's actually a compelling story and his performance is, in fact, good.

#anti-disney #pro-lucas saga #prequels defense squad #seriously gtfo with that bullshit #especially if you weren't THERE and did not experience how the hate ACTUALLY manifested back then #no one cared about the damn script #despite people making fun of 'i don't like sand' it wasn't that big of a deal #the issue was simply that the dudebros decided they hated Lucas' version of Anakin in the Prequels and that was that #they just never opened their minds enough to actually appreciate him #believe it or not Hayden actually respected Lucas' vision for Anakin and for the Prequels #he understood what Lucas was trying to convey #so please kindly FUCK OFF with the Prequels hate

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10 Fandoms ~ 10 Characters ~ 10 Tags

Do I have 10 fandoms? We'll see.

Nina Simonetti ~ Soy Luna

I mean, I feel like many think that my favorite character is Gastón since I talk about him so much and have so many headcanons, but it is actually Nina. I see myself lot in her, as the shy nerd who thinks that no one would ever like her.

Nina is probably the best representation of the stereotypical "nerd" I have seen in the media. Even if she is into books and doesn't talk much and is portrayed as not conventionally attractive (even when she is absolutely gorgeous. If the aim was not to have her like that, casting did not get the memo), she can still want romance and someone who is conventionally attractive is attracted to her and absolutely falls head over heels for her.

She is also quite fleshed out and we know some background for why she is pretty closed off at the start of the series, primarily due to the trauma of her parents' divorce and how it still is handled. No one ever blames her for being shy, but the right people (mostly her best friend and boyfriend) who love her are able to bring her out of her shell.

Since she is a nerd in a sense, she is into stuff like math, but really the thing she is into which we don't see many nerds to be is writing, which is something many of us can relate to.

The sad thing about this is how she was handled in S3. She was always the main character's best friend, but that season she really was reduced to that archetype and not allowed to do anything for herself outside of being heartbroken and suddenly being a journalistic writer. Oh and being assaulted, by a guy she only wanted to be friends with.

2. Francesca Caviglia ~ Violetta

Who doesn't love the original DCLA resident Italian? Truthfully she is tied with Naty for my favorite, but I went with her here. Who doesn't love Fran? She's pretty, fun, has common sense (something that is rare in DCLA) most of the time, and she is a soprano just like me.

You can just identify with her when Vilu comes up with new dump plan

3. Olivia Rooney ~ Liv and Maddie

First of all, I need her whole wardrobe and the shoes.

Secondly, I love her with my whole heart. She's a teenage celebrity who may seem bit ditzy and shallow, but in actuality, she is kind, loving, and intelligent person who will fight anyone who tries to hurt the people she loves.

Even if Liv was famous and probably had money, she never was spoiled or thought she was better than anyone else. And she used her resources to do good.

And you absolutely would be surprised that she only really had one boyfriend throughout the 4 season run of the show. Nad they did her one ship so dirty for no reason. S3 is the death of ships in shows, always.

4. Elton John Cashwell ~ HSMTMTS

Everyone knows that I am a loyal member of Ej Caswell defense squad. He deserves so much better.

I always had a soft spot for him in S1 and felt like there was more to him... now we know why.

EJ is just a person who tries his best but anything is never enough for anyone. He is legit the best and most complex character in this show.

5. Anakin Skywalker ~ Star Wars

It has been a while since I have talked about Star Wars. I seem to be into broken guys. I mean have you seen the Clone Wars? NAaking is the best!

6. Ronald Weasley ~ Harry Potter

I am talking about the book-Ron. Movies... we don't know them at this blog.

Ron is the best friend you would ever want. Harry and Ron is my favorite literature Bromance.

7. Adrian Agreste ~ Miraculous

I already had EJ here, so why not Adrian too. I seem really be into broken, emotionally abused teens. I am really finding it hard to put into words why I love these characters so much

8. Samuel Costa ~ Alex & Co

I don't think I have ever talked about Alex & Co and my love for the hot mess that it is.

Anyways, with Nina, Sam is one of the best portrays of a nerd on screen. International Disney just knows how to do it.

Sam is loved by his friends, never treated as annoying and a "popular" girl falls in love with him. He and Rebecca are the best ship and they even have Diecescaesc hiding plot. There also is potential for tradic backstory that we never got since we do not know about his parents.

Okay, I made it to 8. Good enough...

Tagging: @putonmyfavoriteshow @silver-inked @bchemiqn @sapphire374 @bookishjules @hide-in-imagination @simbar-tvshowgirl and everyone else who wants to do it

#Soy Luna #Violetta #HSMTMTS #Star Wars #Harry Potter #miraculous: tales of ladybug and cat noir #Alex & Co #Liv & Maddie

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I honestly believe that if both Anakin Skywalker and Daenerys Targaryen were in the Harry Potter universe and went to Hogwarts around the time that Harry, Ron, and Hermione, they would have joined SPEW.

#harry potter #star wars #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #got #asoiaf #anakin skywalker #daenerys stormborn #daenerys targaryen #queen daenerys #daenerys defense squad #they would both be in gryffindor too #spew

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Okay ahsoka time

I know there’s Kanan mention (I will not be okay) and Rex is here (I will not be okay) so we will see what happings :)

My ice cream is oddly shaped

GHOST

Jacen baby 😭

HE FITS PERFECTLY BEHIND CHOPPER

Oh my god

Heras going to think

She lost

Another

Child

“I’m here to finish your training” :(

OH?!

“I won’t fight you”

“I’ve heard that before”

HHH STOP I CANT RELIVETHAT THAT SCENE BROKE ME

Leia!!!!!!!

Is Jacen gonna be like Exra? In tune w the living force?

Ohhh she’s. She can’t hear what he does but she listens with him. She loves him and she knows how important it is to listen and guide young Jedi. Even if she’s not—

Oh?!

He made her hear it?!!!

Just!?? Gonna leave him there?

KANAN MENTION

Kanan

I’m not okay

CLONES

She’s so little…

She’s…. She’s so small…

She’s so small she’s ducking blasts she’s trying to catch up

I can’t…

“This is your training” and so it was. She knew only war.

… we’re not going to see Rex’s face are we

Oh all those clones…

They… they move their arms. So thehre at peace…

REX IN BACKGROUND?!

Dkdkdks wrapped face so nobody sees them

That’s so dumb

Anyway. Whose boy is that…. Mine now.

“I got them killed” she has so much weight in her. She’s 14. She’s…

WAH

NO THE VADER SHOT

this episode. Ahsoka’s and anakins fight in The Twilight of the Apprentice. Obiwans fight with darth vader in the last ep of obi wan kenobi. Making me sick in the head.

Im.

Im so fucked up about this.

DEATHWATCH

oh

My

God

OH MY GOD

first it was seeing the ahsoka helmets.

Then it was HEARING REX

*PROPER* REX.

her best friend

She’s still so young here and TCW didn’t show that well enough. She’s so little.

She’s so young.

“Is that all?”

This young actor is good at replicating the other live action one

She’s so cute and sweet faced and I’m so hurt for young ahsoka because she’s just. She’s SO LITtl

OH

No

No his eyes oh my god this is fucjing me up

I’m so fucked

I’m fucked up beyond belief

THE SWITCHING

I’m so fucked up.

Jesus. I can’t. I’m.

I’m going to watch all those three fights one day and I’m going to let them consume me whole.

God.

God. Anyway.

Again this world between worlds is cool but yknow rebels did it better. This is pretty but the other was… ominous. Stark.

Oof that makeup…

“Get her inside” leaves her on the fucking ramp

He’s so cute look at him. I love you Jacen. I hope you know nothing but love in your future. I hope your brother and sister return. I hope—

UH NEW BUNKS IN THE GHOST??

Oh that’s not the ghost. Thank god

That’s all we’re going to see if rex though isn’t it.

We’re not going to see old rex

We’re not…

I want Temuera Morrison on screen. Like. Physically. I don’t just want his voice.

Why is this so hard to ask?!

Awww Jacen playing w chopper 😭

Jacen: I know ur fuckin pawning me off…. It’s working tho.

NO LIGHTSABER FOR JACEN?!

WHY NOT

Since when is ahsoka fucking psychometric tho like. God I hate that random jedi just gain random powers that aren’t theirs

Like psychometry isn’t a common power

goddddd

HERA DOESNT HAVE TO LOSE ANOTHER CHILD TODAY you can see and hear her relief Ughhh I’m feeling things

UH?!

CHOPPERS RIGHT. UH OH.

are they gonna arrest hera or smthn SKFJSK I’d like to see them try. Hera did more for the rebellion than anyone fucking else.

I’d kill them myself if they touched her

O H?!

Purrgil

OOP

Guess it’s killing time.

Hera defense squad: population of one. Me. But I’m a big one.

Hera and the purrgil again. Hera and the purrgil. She has much to feel about them. They took her son. They’ve killed her friends in the past. Now her daughter went down their trail.

And now… she follows the purrgil.

OKAY BUT AGAIN

AHSOKA SHOW SUCKS LOOK AT WHAT THEY FID TO MY PURRGIL

Why are they GREY >:((((

Where’s my pretty blues and yellows and purples

Hooray white ahsoka robes tho. Forgot to say that but. A little too late with the robes. a little too late with my comment. It fits

This Carson guy is doing his best

Where’s Wedge

WHERES FENN RAU

Where’s old rex :(

“You’re not gonna believe me” wow why do we need that line. Disney Writing fr. Good god.

“HOW THE WHALES TOOK EZRA AND THE BAD GUYS FAR, FAR AWAY” !!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAH 😭😭😭😭😭

Jonah and the Whale vibes. Wait no. NEMO VIBES?!

I wish… I wish that hera got to go with. To reunite with her son.

I know why she didn’t though. I get it. But still. Would’ve been… something.

Powering up…

“May the force be with you” hera 😭

And… they’re gone.

Overall:

I do have to say, I'm REALLY peeved they only gave Temuera Morrison ONE LINE of dialogue for this. like THATS the best they could do? No. NOt enough. Bring in Old Rex. Bring him in. Now. I'm not okay with just this. I'm happy we saw him, but that's not enough. Disney fucking owes Temuera Morrison and they fucking owe Boba fans. the LE A S T they could do is this. Fuck you disney.

BUT on a positive note.

OH MY GOD THE ANAKIN AHSOKA FIGHT IS GOING TO FUCK ME UP FOREVER. that fight, the TotA fight, and the OWK fight... yeah. I'm screwed up for life.

#star wars: ahsoka #spoilers

[masterjedilenawrites]

Thank you!

And yesss i love the idea of a jedi trained under THE Mace Windu yet they cant be taken seriously due to how inexperience they are on the bettle field

Like maybe dispite them being inexperience the clones love them because they truly care for the clones and are very loyal to them they have a heart of a jedi but not that of a general maybe this Jedi knows something isn't right about this war and always gets this sick feeling in their stomach when they are around Anakin but they can't figure out why maybe they try to go for a diplomatic route in most situations but that backfires

I just love the idea of this Jedi just not beinh cutout for war that is not what they signed up for

I want to know about the medic Clone! Pleas tell me more

And yes! That's where my other OC comes in clone CT-9420 otherwise known as Bull lead commander and right hand of Broco of unit 604 Bull is a hardass and takes no bullcrap hence the name he believes there shouldn't be no short cuts to doing things the mission must always be accomplished his color is dark pink along with his unit I like to imagine him and Cody get along great and are actually quite close he cares for Rex but they do bicker about how to run their squad Bull just thinks the 501s need more discipline. So they won't act on impulse and so they won't die that is always Bull's main goal none of his brothers dying Bull is also close with the wolfpack and Fox although he worrys for Fox sanity

Yes Broco survives Order 66 Anakin may have turned to the dark side because of Broco I imagine Padme does call quits with Anakin and confesses to Broco her feelings and Broco for the first time in his life acts impulsively and accepts to being with her during that time Broco trys to tell Anakin but he is to angry and hurt about Padme it isn't until ROTS when picking a new Jedi master they call both Anakin and Broco they of course pick Broco but he declines the offer making everyone shocked Broco reveals he broke the jedi code and fell in love and has been in a relationship with Padme (cue Obi-wan shocked AF face) and that he resigned from being a Jedi he then leaves not unil being confronted by Anakin who is hurt and Pissed Broco tells Anakin that him and Padme never did anything while she was with him it was only until she broke up with Anakin then they started there Relatonship and that he has been trying to tell Anakin for a while Broco soon also reveals that Padme is pregnant with Anakin's kids and that they don't have to hate each other they could work things out to come with him and Padme they could all three talk that there is a solution of course Anakin doesn't listen he is too angry to hurt too heartbroken this is the moment he snaps

In my version Padme stays alive along with Broco and they escape with Obi-wan Broco trys to take Bull with him but Bull is too far gone so him and Padme change their names and raise Luke and Leia in secret afraid Anakin will find them

Well I’m sold! I like this new Jedi you’re helping me create lol. So he trained under Windu, everyone had high expectations for him but because he’s not cut out for war, he feels like he’s failing them. His clones love him, but he can’t quite connect with his fellow Jedi generals, let alone the Senate and any other leaders. He struggles with acid reflux because of his anxiety, which only grows the longer the war goes on…. I’ll just need to think of a good name for him now 🥰

I’ll put the rest under the cut since this post ended up rather long lol.

And then my clone battalion (that this Jedi will lead) is the 116th, with Commander Crowe. He’s the clone in my profile pic lol. He’s a pretty chill guy, lets the squad do whatever they’d like, enjoys kicking his feet up with a beer and some cards, etc. But on the battlefield, he’s hardcore. Best on the defense, can hold the line like nobody’s business, never lets a droid get through. Also competitive and keeps a kill count, which he’s scolded for by other units but doesn’t care.

They picked up a civilian at one point, Dr Joan Vo. Crowe took her under his wing (pun intended) and taught her a lot, and in return she took care of all their medical needs. She became a sister to them.

Sadly… the battalion’s ship does blow up during the height of the war, killing everyone except Joan, who was away at the time. I wrote a little about that part of their story in this chapter of The Sniper and the Medic. I think my new Jedi would have to be on the ship too, unless I want him to somehow survive and maybe find Joan and help her through her survivor’s guilt? I’m not too sure.

Sorry that was a lot to dump! Lol. There’s just a lot to say about these characters 😁

Bull sounds awesome, I love him already. I can totally see him butting heads with a lot of the other clones who aren’t as rigid/strict as him, even my clone Crowe. But perhaps there’s still room for friendships in there, especially if Bull’s main motivation is for all his brothers to live, I don’t think even a reckless clone could argue with that. It’s sad that he ends up swept into carrying out Order 66. Any hope he could snap out of it and leave the Empire, like Cody? Lol

Ahh okay interesting, Broco chooses Padme. What do Luke and Leia think of him? Do they know he’s not really their dad? Does he and Padme end up with any kids of their own?

Also random question, what color’s his lightsaber? I’ll have to think about mine as well hehe

#star wars #not the same anon 💚 #the clone wars #OCs #others ocs #Jedi #clones #Commander Crowe #oc joan vo