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Attack on @darkthare

He looks like someone who’d enjoy working on a giant robot :D

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Day 3 Dragon

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By the Flickering Moon We Dance (8223 words) Gift for revanchxst (BadWolfGirl01)! Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Shmi Skywalker/Mace Windu Characters: Shmi Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Mace Windu, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Darth Maul, Feral (Star Wars: The Clone Wars), Savage Opress, Aurra Sing Additional Tags: Fake Marriage, Hurt/Comfort, Force-Sensitive Shmi Skywalker, Sith Apprentice Shmi Skywalker, Sith Empire (Star Wars), Alternative Universe- Hidden Jedi Order, It gets a little bit dark but I tried mostly to focus on Shmi and Mace, mentioned child death, anakin does not die, Mutual Pining, Jedi Training (Star Wars), Sheev Palpatine Being An Asshole, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Hopeful Ending, That feeling when you’re commiting treason with two differnt parties who don’t know each other, or has any idea what you’re planning with the other, Awkward Sith Family Dinners Preview:

Shmi looks out the window and sighs heavily at the dreary sight of Coruscant. Clouds billow over the city, threatening the promised rain that’s finally been allowed to set upon this part of the planet. It’s been months since the last and it’s expected to be just as heavy as the last.

She already mourns for the people caught in the lower levels who didn’t have time or the chance to evacuate. Can feel the darkness that feeds into the very air from their fear.

It’s supposed to strengthen her like it does all of her fellow apprentices but… It doesn’t. Not in the way it should anyway. It drowns her. Buries her alive. Sinking into sands she’s long left behind.

Drops fall, splattering against the window and she inhales slowly, closing her eyes as she quietly shuts off her connection to the force. Nothing that will leave her weak but make it muffled. This has been her home for years and she has done what she needs to, to survive here.

She’d never expected to ever leave Tatooine. Never would have guessed that the Emperor himself would find her heavily pregnant with Anakin at the time and free her with a promise. He’d make her strong, help her become what she was always meant to be.

She’d accepted and he’d made her his student.

He tells her that her chains are broken now but… nothing about this life has felt like freedom. It feels like she’s been wrapped up and dragged further into something she’d never wanted to be a part of.

Shmi takes a sip of her tea and opens her eyes when she feels the bright light of her son entering the building. So bright, no matter how much she cuts herself off he’ll always be that bright glow of hope. She fixes a smile to her face. Tired but relieved that he’s been returned to her after his… lessons with her Lord Emperor’s tutors.

She doesn’t have the privilege to know what he’s learning but she does know it has nothing to do with the force. Shmi’s not sure how she accomplished hiding his force-sensitivity the first few years of his life but she’d done it. And when he got old enough to be taught she’d showed him how to make himself quiet.

To everyone else’s eyes he’s like any other null, but to Shmi? He’s a star. A sun so bright, so strong. Her fear grows everyday that one day Anakin won’t be able to quiet the force around him. That the Emperor will see what she’s been hiding under his nose this entire time.

She knows that their time is running out.

Anakin runs through the door and slams straight into her. Hard enough to knock a laugh out of her and to make her drop her cup that she easily catches with just a thought. Floating it to the safety of her nearby table that also has a set of datapads on it and a disposable comn unit.

“Mom!” Anakin complains in cheerful giddiness as she hugs him close and blows a raspberry into his hair. He giggles trying to escape but she’s got a hold on him and yanks him up into her lap, kissing his forehead.

“How were your lessons today?” She asks softly, brushing his hair back, her fingers gently grazing the forming bruise along his temple. She feels her smile falter only for a moment before she focuses her thoughts on love and safety and home. Sending them along the frail bond between them.

It had been made as a mistake on her part. She’d never wanted to tie him to her or the darkness she carries with her. The darkness that is strength. But not the kind of strength she ever wants her son to need.

It’s why she’s been so afraid to make the bond any stronger than it already is.

Anakin frowns, going quiet as he tries to control his sudden bout of fidgeting. Then he replies with a little shrug, “It was fine…” He trails off, not looking her in the eyes.

“Anakin?” She encourages him quietly, letting him tuck his head under her chin as she wraps him in a tighter hug. “Nothing will hurt you here. Not while I’m here.” She reminds him with a soft hum.

“I don’t like it… They keep saying I’m going to guard the Emperor one day.” He fidgets again and whines in the familiar tone of a child being upset with being told what to do. “He’s so old! He’s going to be dead by the time I’m old enough to be his guard!”

Shmi doesn’t laugh. Biting her lip as she tilts her head and muffles any sound that might come out into her son’s hair.

“Mom!” he complains, “I’m serious!”

She lifts her head and huffs, brushing his hair back again. “I know Anakin.”

He goes quiet again, looking down at his hands as he adds, “Also… he hurts you and makes you sad. I don’t want to protect him…”

She closes her eyes and presses a kiss into his hair.

“Everything will be alright.” She murmurs more to herself than her son.

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Obi-Wan Ben Kenobi

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Alright I’ve got no plans to actually do anything with this so I decided to just throw it out into the wild rather then let it gather dust.

Puppet and Sidestep au story. Puppet pov

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The first time you see Nova without a shirt, it’s to stitch up a wound on his back. It looks worse than it actually is but it still leaves you worried.

It’s not often Nova gets sloppy but it’s been known to happen in these last few years you’ve been with him. In those few times, he’s never had you help him with his injuries. Has never needed your help. Or maybe he’s never been comfortable showing his skin to you.

Even though you’ve known exactly what’s been under his clothes since the first day his mind touched yours. (Before that even. When skeletal hands had touched your face and made everything hurt. You saw him. Your almost perfect copy. A doppelganger who was older and jaded and marked as other.) It would be impossible for you not to know either way. Not with the shared nightmares and memories you’ve inherited with him sometimes riding around in your head.

It means something that he trusts you with this. Your brother in revenge is leaning on you because he finally realized he needs to. It’s worrying for a lot of reasons. The main one you’re focusing on is how vulnerable he is.

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A Glitch for you, A Glitch for me (3811 words) by depressed-sock Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Original Droid Characters (Star Wars), Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Crack, Humor, Hijinks & Shenanigans, B1 droid makes friends with clone troopers, accidentally becomes adopted, Mention of torture, Enemies to Friends, it/its pronouns …

B1-6610 knows it’s got a glitch in it’s system. It’s why B1-6610 has plans. Plans to find a nice abandoned moon or planet with nothing else on it so B1-6610 can live its short life without dying to blaster fire. Or being stabbed. Or crushed. Or worse. Don’t ask how it can get worse it’s seen worse. It doesn’t like worse.

But anyway it has a glitch. Which can be the only explanation as to why it’s so fascinated by the clones that are being held prisoner in the base that B1-6610 is stationed at. It knows it shouldn’t but it stops by at least once every few hours just to walk by their cell.

They’re so different then what they look like covered in armor. All of them have that same squishy organic face but unlike the droids, there are actual differences. There’s one that has short curly hair a shade of vivid green with hair growing on its face. Then another that has no hair at all and instead has some kind of floral marking covering the right side of its face. The other three aren’t as varied but one’s hair is a darker shade than the others, while another has a shade of eye color that’s more orange than the dark brown that the rest have.

They’re all so different then what B1-6610 expected. It’s not sure why exactly it had thought they would be like it and the other B1 droids. Exact copies whose only difference is the nicks they’ve gotten in battle.

But they are.

And it wants so badly to just ask about it.

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Sith Family Portrait

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Repostober Day 8!!! Vampire!!!

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Repostober Day 1!!! Old Jinx art piece!! :D

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Moments Away from Being there With You (3408 words)

Gift for annathecrow! Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Arla Fett/Shmi Skywalker Characters: Arla Fett, Shmi Skywalker Additional Tags: Fanart, Digital Art, soft moment, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Arla Fett Needs a Hug, Hurt/Comfort, That’s Not How The Force Works (Star Wars), goal was for there to be a fairy tale elements feel for the story, Domestic Fluff, Falling In Love, Recovery Preview:

There’s a song in her head. Something unfamiliar but feels like home. A hand combs through her hair and when Arla looks up she thinks she must be dreaming because this moment can’t be real. No matter how much she wishes it was.

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Arla shields her eyes as she looks out at the sandy dunes of Tatooine. It honestly wasn’t her first choice of places to run to but… well it’s better than being dragged back to Deathwatch. She adjusts the strap of her pack, and rechecks that her helmet is still securely clipped to her side.

A part of her wants to slam it back on. Hide her face from everyone and everything. She’ll have to put it on at some point anyway as she makes her way across the dunes but she forces herself to wait. Arla glances back at her guide who’s led her to this point. They do a quick check of their own supplies before looking up at her with a grim smile.

“Are you sure you wish to go further alone?” They ask again as if they think she’ll change her mind. Arla understands the dangers that await her. That there will be no help coming for her if she gets in over her head.

She needs to do this though. To get away from her past, to answer the call that sings to her in her dreams. There’s something out there. Something waiting to be found.

There’s a part of herself that hopes she’ll be finding herself somewhere out there amongst the sands.

“I’m sure Kam’in,” She gives them a confident smile. “You said if I keep going straight I’ll find an Oasis?”

Kam’in shifts uneasily, looking between Arla and the open dunes ahead of her. “Yes, the Spirit’s Oasis.” They give Arla a sympathetic look, “Take care with your water in case she does not let you stay.”

Arla rolls her eyes, “I don’t believe in ghosts.” There’s only one kind of ghost Arla believes in and it’s the ghosts of her past who haunt each step she takes. She can’t bring back those who’ve been lost because of her hesitance. Can’t bring back the one’s she killed with her own hands.

Kam’in shrugs, looking unfazed by her answer, “Then stay the course. Straight ahead and you’ll make it just before nightfall.”

Arla nods, tosses an extra credit chit to them that they easily catch. They give her a nod before they turn and begin the long journey back to their home port. Arla swallows, closes her eyes for a second and lets the heat of the sun beat into her.

She waits under that sweltering heat. Let’s the reality of her situation sink in.

Then she gives in to her earlier feeling as she unhooks her helmet and slides it over her head. Ignoring the cracked blue paint that covers it. She’ll need to sand off all the paint. Erase that part of her one bit at a time until all that’s left is a blank slate.

Until then, Arla Fett, an ex member of Deathwatch walks out into the sands.

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Mourning what we could be (911 words) Treat For biotickaidan. Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Female Shepard & Female Shepard Clone (Mass Effect) Characters: Female Shepard (Mass Effect), Female Shepard Clone (Mass Effect) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Hospitals, Post-Canon, Destroy Ending (Mass Effect), Grief/Mourning, Shepard lives, Recovery, Forgiveness, Treat Fic Preview:

She sets at the bedside of the woman she was made to be and she mourns. There’s no rhyme or reason for it. Just this broken, gutting, feeling that leaves her far emptier than she expected it to.

She’s not supposed to care. Not about this and not about her.

She’s here to finish off everything once and for all and yet… all she can do is stare at this woman. This woman who took her only chance at life, and all she can do is feel. Feel the terror, feel the fear, feel the guilt, feel the sadness that eats at her heart like that’s all that there’s left to feel.

Would it be her in this bed if she’d succeeded in stealing Shepard’s life?

Would it have mattered?

The galaxy has only ever wanted one Commander Shepard and here she is. A broken body filled with tubes and barely recognizable to anyone who knows her.

Here lies Commander Jane Shepard who has always been destined to loose even when she’s won.

“Doe Shepard?” A voice asks from the doorway of the hospital room and she turns to see a doctor whose looking at her with some kind of vague hope.

“Yes,” she says with a practiced smile, standing to shake their hand.

“I’m glad we were able to get in contact with you. Your sister requires extensive work done in order to make a recovery and considering the damage…” They pause a moment, glancing back at Shepard before turning their full attention back to her. “Well there’s some preparations that need to be discussed in case she can’t recover.”

This is her chance. To sign off and finally let Shepard die.

It should be easy.

She swallows thickly and asks, “What does she need to make a full recovery?”

She knows she’s a coward. Has known it since she decided against putting a bullet through Shepard’s skull like Brook wanted her too while they still had the chance.

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