#even though i promised my partner another qui gon fic

[jedibongrip]

cheating au and/or marriage of inconvenience please

based on ask game

>:)c

cheating au is where i take obi-wan and beat him into a fine paste. he's in a long term relationship with qui gon, since he was very young, and one day finds qui gon cheating on him with some twink (who is the same age as when obi-wan and qui gon met) and it basically ruins obi-wan's life. a few years later he meets anakin but is he obi-wan's perfect match?

marriage of inconvenience is a fic where stewjoni senator/noble (but not direct royalty i think) obi wan marries anakin, prince of tattooine to secure mining, shipping, and trade rights during the galactic civil war. anakin's mother doesn't want anakin to travel while there's a galactic war, so they get married by proxy, and honestly, obi-wan kind of forgets about it. obi-wan thinks the marriage is in name only, just for legal stuff, and its only years later when he meets his husband for the first time that he realizes that anakin doesn't view it the same way...

cheating au snippet:

This betrayal is more than just hurtful, though it certainly is that. It’s humiliating. Everyone told Obi-Wan this would happen, that if Qui-Gon picked Obi-Wan out of a crowd, soon his eyes would stray to someone younger, perkier, prettier. Obi-Wan had ignored them, told everyone that they were wrong. Surely, Qui-Gon would never do such a thing, would never hurt Obi-Wan like that. Surely, all the late night kisses, the soft hand holding, the promises of always, the way he would smile as he ran his hands through Obi-Wan’s hair, surely that all meant something to him, just as it did for Obi-Wan. Surely, fifteen fucking years together counted towards something. Surely, Obi-Wan was loved enough that something as benign as aging wouldn’t change anything. 

Seething at his dining room table, waiting for his partner (and doesn’t that make it worse? Obi-Wan can’t even say his husband, because the man had a ‘principled objection’ to marriage) to finish helping his little whore get dressed, all Obi-Wan can think about is how he found his first grey hair four months ago. He pointed it out with a laugh and said that soon the two of them would be matching. In retrospect, Qui-Gon didn’t seem nearly as amused as Obi-Wan was.

marriage of inconvenience snippet:

So, Obi-Wan got married. Obi-Wan signed and sent off a marriage certificate, and apparently on Tatooine, they held a ceremony with a stand-in for him. He secured a trading deal, a hyperspace route, and mining rights for Stewjon, and by extension, the Republic. Many people thanked him for it, called it a noble sacrifice. The metals were used to build ships, armours, and weapons. The crystals used to power blasters. Some people said that they only won the war because of the fresh supply of resources they acquired. He rarely advertised that this stranger-husband was, at the time, seventeen years old. It made him feel vaguely naseauated, when he thought about it, about the child that now carried his last name. Truly, he doesn’t understand why the Skywalker’s are now deciding that Obi-Wan needs to meet and interact with his husband. Without even asking, Queen Skywalker sent Obi-Wan a polite, but firm, message telling him that Anakin would be en route to Coruscant, as the senate had prorogued and it would be three weeks until the next session began. She followed the message with a docket for when and where Anakin’s ship would land. Then another message with a list of foods that Anakin was either allergic to or didn’t like. The last message had ended with a short, “Take good care of my boy, Kenobi.” Obi-Wan could practically hear her commanding voice from across the galaxy.

#bongrip answers #ask games

[caelus-the-lothrat]

A forgotten dance that is not so forgotten.

Thrawn x GN!Reader

Established relationship, somewhere between when Thrawn becomes a grand admiral and before he’s sent off to fight rebels on lothal.

Pure fluff here ladies, gentlemen and uniquely labeled folk, I hope you enjoy.

Also, not Beta'd we die like clones.

(Fanfic after the cut)

(rcati k'ta means starflower according to coruscant translation just as an fyi)

The gala was a roaring success in your opinion. you had a drink, fought off some would-be attempts on the grand admiral life and even got to peruse the buffet table.

You did however miss out on your promised dance with the chiss admiral. he had promised you in the taxi on the way there that you two would get a chance to light up the dance floor. But of course, saving his life came first and foremost.

He of course made up for it that night with sparkling alderaanian wine, symphonies and an overall beautiful night together. But you couldn’t help but wonder if you missed out on truly enjoying that night.

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Weeks later while sitting across from each other reading the morning reports and sipping on coccoleaf is when he finally broke an asked you what was wrong. It was no lie he often upset you with stupid (but surprisingly valid) ideas, forgetting holidays, stardays and anniversaries. But this time he clearly didn’t know what he did.

"I have looked at every calendar, avoided every possible scenario to upset you and yet you are still upset my rcati k'ta, what did I do to upset you" his voice held the air of compassion that it only ever had for you.

"Its nothing dear"

It was too petty to tell him, you knew that. Thrawn didn’t get upset when something didn't happen. there was always tomorrow in his mind.

"Its never nothing when your upset for this long" he was pushing your buttons the only Thrawn knew how to, and you knew it. But it was right there, the moment to get the worry off your chest. Maybe even ask for that dance...

"Its petty Thrawn"

Your not gonna take it.

"So, we all have emotions we cannot control, even if you think its petty now, it hurt you then and is still hurting you now"

You release a deep sigh. there is no getting out of thrawn's grasp once he knows something is wrong. At the very least you can get him to leave you alone on the topic.

"Do you remember that gala, sometime ago?"

"Yes? The one where you threw an assailant over the balcony because he reached for a blaster hidden under his overcoat?" His attention now fully on you.

"No, no the one after that, when you promised me a dance on the taxi ride there"

"oh" he took a moment of consideration "Oh"

And almost as quickly as he finished his train of thought,

"That is indeed petty darling" he replied, his tone annoyingly neutral.

"See I told you so" you should have just given some lie about a sour fruit or a bad cup of coccoleaf.

He silently hummed and slightly nodded he head as he turned back to the reports in front of him. Your going to take his disinterest as the end of it.

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It wasn't until the next day did you realize how wrong you were. First you woke up to not Thrawn in the bed beside you, but just about the largest stuffed animal you have ever seen. When sliding out of bed and out into the hallway you noticed the petals of your favorite flower scattered across the floor leading towards the kitchen and living room.

On your short walk you starting wondering if you had in fact forgotten about a holiday. Only you ever went over the top like this for special occasions.

But when you reached the living room your thoughts instantly changed.

The room was darkened by blackout curtains, there were artificial candles all over the room and so many bouquets of flowers that there were in fact more bouquets than pieces of furniture in your entire apartment.

You stood, awe stuck at the level of over the top, wondering what could have possibly prompted this.

It was only a few seconds later that your song came on.

The song that played the first time you met, your first dance together and the song that you played at your wedding for your first dance as a couple.

His silky-smooth voice came from behind you, "I do believe I owe you a dance?"

His soft hands smoothly slide across your waist and gently spin you around. Then he takes his left hand in yours and swiftly leads you into the center of the room. which until now you hadn't noticed I had been conveniently emptied out, leave the perfect space for two to dance.

Holding you close you two swayed and moved to the music. His ruby eyes never leaving yours and your eyes never leaving his. It was a moment of pure bliss you never wanted to end. A moment eternally etched into your mind.

He gave you a little twirl then you tried to offer the same to him, he just pulled you hand back down and pulled you into a deeper embrace. but you knew his concept of dancing has always been to watch his partner move with the music. Its almost as if he thought he wasn’t a good dancer.

In the last few bars of the song, he gently grabbed your chin, pulling your face closer his own and whispered,

"Did you enjoy your dance?"

A slight nod was all you were able to give in response before he pulled you into a soft, yet passionate kiss.

This is why Thrawn was the only man for you. his surprises, passionate kisses, and deep affection and understanding of you. there was nobody else who could compare, nobody else you would ever ask for.

#thrawn #thrawn x reader #fluffy fanfiction #star wars #gender neutral reader #sw rebels #grand admiral thrawn #i am simping #specifically for this blueberry #even though i promised my partner another qui gon fic #oh no what have i done #I'm sorry darling

[daddywankenobifics]

Padawan Obi Wan Kenobi X Padawan Reader- Quiet Time

Quiet Time-

Genres:  Fluff, Sensual, Slight smut, Padawan Reader, Padawan Obi Wan, Prequel Star Wars

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,702 (its a shortie) 

Quick Summary: Reader and Obi Wan are padawans at the jedi temple who have grown quiet fond of each other. In their time away from their duties as Jedis-in-training, the two engage in a secret relationship.

A/N: YAAAAAAY EWAN MCGREGGORRRR *EXCITED CLAPPING* I feel like this fic is a little basic. but very vanilla. i promise more disgusting smutty fan fics will be written in the future... but other than that....here you gooooo YAAAAAAY EWAN MCGREGOOOORRRRR

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The soft humming of the city planet Coruscant echoed through your chambers at the Jedi temple. Laying on your bed, you stared out of your window looking out at the city. Your eyes fluttered shut as your thoughts drifted. The life you lead was not an easy one. In this particular time of unrest within the galaxy it was rare to find a place of peace. At once you thought that all you could do was play your assigned part and hope for a new dawn. 

That was until you met that charismatic Padawan, by the name of Obi Wan Kenobi. 

He was known in the Jedi temple for being kind and chivalrous. As an ideal padawan, you often heard younglings swoon in idolization. You never thought much of him, and tried your best to focus on your training. Rumors of a golden-boy with a playful nature didn’t bother you, nor did they enthrall you like they had your fellow padawans. 

However the day you and your master were assigned to assist master Qui-gon Jinn and his padawan would be a day that stuck with you. At first glance he seemed no different from the other padawan. However as you continued to see more of Obi Wan you would notice small things about him. His smile and laughter, and the kindness he would show to the people around him. It wouldn’t take you very long for you to notice how he would look at you. When he thought no one would notice, out of the corner of your eye you would sense his gaze. In the times you two were alone, he would often stumble as he tried to speak his mind. It was endearing and admirable at first. You spent as much time as possible with Obi Wan. From training and meditating together, to simple conversing in your free time. The two of you were inseparable close friends in the eyes of the jedi council, but not to your masters. As the connection between the two of you grew, it wasn’t long before your masters noticed. 

Sensing the impending separation, you tried to distance yourself from Obi Wan. It pained you to be so close and yet so far from him. Obi Wan also seemed bothered by the wall you had suddenly placed between the two of you. Everything your jedi training had taught you, deemed that this kind of connection with another person was wrong. It was not the jedi way to establish these kinds of relationships. Obi wan held so much potential, it would be wrong of you to put his reputation at risk. It would seem that the tears you would shed privately would only pull Obi Wan closer to you. 

As if the force himself had drawn him to your side, crying alone in your quarters Obi Wan appeared. Drying your eyes, you confessed your uncertainties to him. Your feelings of attachment, of need and love. It was from this confession that Obi Wan confirmed his feelings for you as well. The relationship you would have with him would be far from perfect. No one could ever know about the love that the two of you shared. 

It wasn’t often you dreamed of your past with Obi Wan, as the past was something you were taught not to linger on. But on this moon-lit evening you woke from your slumber to the sound of your doors opening and quickly shutting. Sitting up, you held your bed sheets to your chest as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. You could sense a familiar presence in your room, as you stirred. 

“Obi wan?” You called out sleepily as you rubbed at your eye. 

“(Y/N)” He called out, approaching your figure. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” 

You smiled and laid back down as Obi Wan shedded his cloak. He sat down on the bed next to you, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He smiled as he stared down at you. 

“It’s alright,” You said reaching for his hand “I didn’t mean to fall asleep before you.” 

Obi Wan removed the top of his robes and laid down next to you, pulling you into his embrace. You leaned your head against his chest, and shut your eyes once again. 

“It's been a while since we’ve gotten a moment to ourselves.” He said, his hand running up your back and settling in your hair. 

“Now who’s fault is that?’ You asked playfully, opening your eyes to look up to him. 

“Oh mine of course.” He said leaning over you, and rolling you onto your back. “Then again, I’m not the one deceiving the Jedi council.” Obi Wan brought his lips to your neck and placed a playful kiss on your skin. You let out a sigh and placed your arms around his broad shoulders. 

“Oh yes, being a criminal in the eyes of the council is such a terrible thing.” You jested with a smirk. 

Obi wan looked down to you, and placed his forehead against yours. His hands cupped your face, as your eyes fluttered shut. “Perhaps you would prefer a partner in crime then, to lessen the guilt of course?” 

You hummed slightly, ran your hands through his hair. ‘Hmmm...I think that would be quite nice.”  You said before pressing your lips against Obi wan’s. 

The physical intimacy you shared with Obi wan was always filled with love and passion. Though the two of you were cautious, there was no denying that skinship was very special for you. It was the ultimate act of trust.  

Laying your head against Obi wan’s chest, you looked at the side of his face as he drifted peacefully to sleep. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before closing your eyes and returning to slumber yourself. Sleeping with Obi Wan was your favorite aspect of your relationship. The last thing you would see was his face, though rarely you would see him when you woke. Obi wan would often slip away in the early hours to return to his own chambers. On the rare days that neither of you would have duties to attend to in the morning, you would wake to find him by your side.  

Returning to consciousness in the early morning, you were woken by the sunlight pouring into your room. The feeling of a pair of lips on your neck pulled a chuckle from your throat. You reached out for Obi Wan, letting out a sigh of relief to find him with you. 

“You're still here…” You said with a smile. 

Obi Wan’s hands caressed your body, as he whispered in your ear. “Yes,” He said. 

Your hands trailed along his body, settling on the braid at the side of his head. Pulling on it slightly, you kissed the small bead at the end of the braid. 

“Don’t forget your duties my love…” You whispered softly. 

Obi Wan smirked down at you, he kissed your lips one more time before he sat up. He pulled you up with him, resting your back against the bed frame. He kissed you again, before reaching for your own braid. 

“You are my duty,” He said with a smile, “See?” 

You shushed him, before bringing your lips to his. “I think the council would disagree.” You said. Obi wan kissed you back lovingly, before finally pulling himself away from you. 

You stared at his back as he began to place his robes back on his body. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed you stood up and reached for Obi Wan’s cloak as it had been discarded on the floor. You draped it over your arm as you waited for him to finish dressing himself. 

“Obi wan…” You said, looking to your bare feet. “When you return to the temple after this mission...I-”

You paused as he turned to you with a smile. The sunlight shining into his crystal blue eyes, causing him to squint lightly. Reaching out you pushed on his shoulder slightly directing him to turn around Holding out his cloak you placed it over his shoulders. Taking the opportunity, to embrace him for a moment longer, you leaned against him. 

“What is it (y/n)?” He asked, reaching for your hand. He turned to face you, a moment of worry on his face. You smiled and shook your head, before leaning up on your toes to whisper in his ear. 

You bit your lip before whispering to Obi Wan, before kissing his cheek. He let out a sound of surprise, before looking back down at you with a smirk. 

“Well that certainly is insensitive…” He said “But I must say that such behavior is not the Jedi way…” 

“Then perhaps I need to be taught a lesson…” You said with a smile. Almost instantly Obi wan leaned down to kiss you. With the swift move of your hand, you brought a finger to his lips to block his kiss. “After...you return.” 

Obi wan pouted slightly, you shook your head. “You should hurry. Master Qui-gon must be wondering where you are.” You said as you pulled Obi wan to the door. Peaking out first, to check no one was nearby, Obi wan walked through the door. He hesitated however, before turning back to take your hand. 

“I love you (y/n)...” He said, his eyes reflecting his emotions. You felt your heart swell every time you looked at him. 

“I love you too.” You said leaning up to kiss him one last time.  “Now go, hurry.” 

Obi wan was quick to turn on his heel and make his way through the temple halls. Shutting the doors behind you, you smiled softly to yourself.

Though you were now alone in your silence, the lingering feeling of Obi wan comforted you. No  matter how far the galaxy may divide you, and no matter the paths you may walk, the feelings the two of you shared would never change. Even in the cold and emotionless life of a jedi, living in times of war the two of you would always have these quiet times.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan fanfiction #padawan obi wan #prequels #star wars prequels #ewan mcgregor #fluff #fanfiction #x reader #star wars x reader #daddywankenobifanfics

[talesfantastic]

Mun Things and Fandom Notes

about the mun. fill this out  &  tag a few people you’d like to get to know better !

tagged by the lovely @vetlanwrites tysm tagging some people I haven’t tagged before: @amalgammuses, @animus-inspire​, @kychchc​, @rotinthedark, @warofthebeasts & YOU!

name: my name is [ loud music interrupts ] nickname:  you can call me Kat or KF! preferred pronouns: she/her age range:  30+ favorite animal:  cats pets: cat and a dog tattoos/piercings: I had my ears pierced several times and they won’t stay pierced so I gave up on anything -shrug- star sign: virgo! I’m an August bby how long have you been in this fandom?: doing just the ones I currently have muses for, and not the ones I’ve only talked about -

Dragonball(Z) - I’ve been writing in DBZ since... oh geez, the late 90′s? I think the first fic I ever posted was DBZ and it was around that time. I didn’t start rping it until like, early 00′s though.

Final Fantasy - I actually dabbled in 9 a little bit around the time it came out in ‘00 (my friend had it!) but I wouldn’t say I really did much until I really got into 7, and that was around... geez, ‘05? I rped it a little with a friend around then but I didn’t really start writing it much until nearly ‘10. #latetotheparty Yet I do consider it my “home” fandom - I always come back to it.

Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons - early ‘00s! My first HM/SoS game was Friends of Mineral Town on my trusty GBA and I love it so much to this day. SO excited for the remake!

Legend of Zelda - I really, really loved Ocarina of Time from the get-go when I got it on the N64 in ‘98 (I got it again for the GameCube and the 3DS and would totally buy it for the Switch, just sayin.) Majora’s Mask creeped me out a bit and was stressful but I liked it, too. And then of course later titles like Twilight Princess were just... -chef’s kiss- but I didn’t really dig into the fandom until ‘10-’11 when I started rping Link with a friend and briefly tried joining a forum rp group (shoutout to ZRPG!) with an OC

Marvel Cinematic Universe - I want to say around ‘12, when Avengers came out? Like, I’d seen Iron Man but I didn’t really dig into it until then.

Pokémon - late 90′s / early 00′s because I first started my Pkmn journey playing Gold and Crystal. While I didn’t write fanfic or rp it, I definitely had headcanons and a lot of feels.

Sailor Moon - early 90′s! I first watched the anime as it came out, though I’ve since forgotten most of that and only have the manga/crystal in my head to run interpretations off of. It was so pretty tho.

Stardew Valley - a newer fandom for me, I really only started getting “into” it about a year ago, but man... I love it, I really do

Star Wars - despite early access to the OT as a kidlet, I didn’t actually get “into” Star Wars until the Prequels in ‘99 (fite me) when I fell in love with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan and promptly, voraciously, dove into fixit and timetravel fanfic. By the time KOTOR came out in ‘03 I was hooked.

Threads of Fate - I think I got into this one on the ground floor, so to speak. My friend had just gotten it and I borrowed it from her and my brother’s PS1 in ‘00 and that was it, I was in love.

why did you choose this specific character/s?:  under a cut bc I have like... nearly 30 muses now

I’m doing alphabetical order (by fandom / first name) bc it’s just easier to go down my list:

tl;dr I picked them all because I love them. Read on to find out why. Click their names to read their bios!

Dragonball Z

Vegeta - oh man, actually one of the first characters I ever rp’d or wrote in fic, and that’s saying something. I picked him because I love him. He’s an absolute ass, but he grows so much throughout Z. (I have yet to see Super, hoping to one day remedy that but we’ll see!) I guess I picked him up for nostalgia’s sake? I really love the character and think there’s a lot of growth yet to see buried under that pride and ego. If you can unearth it.

Final Fantasy

Angeal Hewley (FF7) - actually my first muse on Tumblr, back in... oh, 2013? The blog has been deleted, but he was the first muse I ever played seriously out of FF7. There’s parts of Angeal that really resonate with me, enough that - when I was a less experienced writer - I got tangled up in him a bit too much, made him a bit too personal, and I realized I had to take a step back from writing him. But I love Angeal, and after some time had passed, having written him in various fics, I’ve felt confident adding him... even if I haven’t done anything with him here yet.

Cait Sith (FF7) - I know a lot of people see Cait Sith as all sorts of negative things, but frankly I adore the little guy. And I guess I took him on partially because I couldn’t take Reeve on and not take Cait on, but partially because I see so much in him that could be interesting to explore and would really, really love to. (Any Reeve’s or AVALANCHE - or Turks! - come at me!)

Chaos (FF7) - I picked Chaos up on a whim, as far as Tumblr goes. I really enjoy rping him/Vincent off Tumblr and writing him in fics, and I suppose I just wanted to present a different side of him than I usually see. I’ve even had a thread that has a great deal of promise so I think it was worth it.

Genesis Rhapsodos (FF7) - my third FF7 blog, I think? It’s still up, though obviously not in use, just because I’d put so much work into it. I really adore Genesis, and love writing him. I love his sass and flare, but I love that he’s deeper than all the fire and flamboyance, if you’re willing to look past that. I’m lucky that I’ve had some lovely partners to explore him with, though I’d still kill for an Angeal to throw him at. XD Or a Sephiroth, for that matter.

Lazard Deusericus (FF7) - Lazard, my second FF7 blog and an unexpected love. I picked him up because I had recently started writing him in earnest with an off-Tumblr rp partner ( @thegeeksqueaks ) and was really enjoying him, and hadn’t seen him on Tumblr yet so thought I might get more partners that way. (It turned out there were a couple but they were inactive.) His first blog was accidentally deleted - over five years worth of character development and relationships - so after briefly working him up again solo I brought him over here. He’s not getting the same level of attention but it’s worth it not to be juggling blogs.

Reeve Tuesti (FF7) - pre-Remake, most of the Reeve rpers had gone inactive (shoutout to the fabulous @engineering-robotics and @animus-inspire for coming back!) and just... I love the character too much not to see him in the RPC. Of course, I love to write him period myself so I’d love more threads there but regardless he’s so much fun.

Tristan Pierce (FF7 OC) - Triiiiiiiiiis. Tristan was actually born as an NPC off of Lazard’s blog, who took a life on his own because he was just... so full of life. He actually had his own blog, too! I’ve barely done anything with him here, but I still keep him just because he gives me feels and he’s just neat. (He does still appear in the background of Lazard’s threads though.)

Harvest Moon / Story of Seasons

Iris (SoS) - I actually picked up Iris as a muse first for a fantastic HM/SoS/SDV/etc rp group I’m in a couple years ago, and liked playing her so much I thought I’d bring her here. Elegant lady novelist? Yes please.

Neil (ANB) - unlike Iris and Trent, I haven’t written Neil anywhere else, but he’s my love from A New Beginning and just... he seems like he’d be fun to write? I’d love to flesh him out.

Doctor/Trent (FoMT/MFoMT; DS/CUTE) - Trent, like Iris, is one I write for the rp group and I legit picked him up because of the opportunity for h/c I am not sorry. But seriously though, he’s grown on me so much and I love my awkward doctor.

Legend of Zelda

Midna (Twilight Princess) - TP is one of my absolute favorite Zelda games, and Midna a favorite character. There’s just so much to her you don’t get to see that I was really hoping to get to dig into, still hope one day to. We’ll see. Worth keeping on roster.

Revali (Breath of the Wild) - my newest addition! I keep saying in complete seriousness “Genesis with more feathers” but seriously, I may have a type? I love him so much and wanted to see more of him, and by god if I have to do it myself so be it. (I have been playing a ton of BOTW lately which probably has a lot to do with it. XD)

Sheik (Ocarina of Time) - I love them so much. OoT didn’t have a ton of character building, but the sheer implications of the character speaks volumes that I want to explore. I’m lucky enough to be getting the chance to, too.

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Tony Stark - did I mention I have a type? I feel he makes a good argument for it. I originally picked Tony up because I just fell head over heels for the character in the first couple Iron Man movies + Avengers. I... am less in love with him in the later movies, not gonna lie, and am so far behind on lore that I’m considering dropping him. But yeah, originally picked him up just because he had so much potential. Thx Disney, great job there.

Pokémon (gameverse)

Lily Hart (HG/SS OC) - another OC of mine, this time for a fandom that... I only really know through the games, as opposed to manga/anime. I picked her up because I really liked the idea of doing events or little ask things with her, and still may try to initiate some more of those. We’ll see?

Sailor Moon (manga/Crystal)

Ami Mizuno/Sailor Mercury - I actually picked Ami up because of a plot with @magicalxgirlsxrp where we were splitting up the Inners and the Shitennou for some mega threads. XD But yeah, I do like her. Even if she’s a challenge to write sometimes because she’s very much not like me, and very much smarter.

Kunzite - Kunzite I have always loved, always, and I’ve had him on here because I really wanted to explore him more. I love him even more after the teasing in Crystal of what might have been, be still my shippy heart.

Mamoru Chiba/Endymion/Tuxedo Mask - super fond of Mamoru, too; I didn’t care for him so much in the 90′s anime, but in the manga and Crystal I really became more fond. I do a few things differently, I think, but don’t we all? I picked him up for that very reason, in fact.

Minako Aino/Sailor Venus - Minako is really interesting to me because there’s so much more to her than her airheaded, bubbly persona that fits her like a glove... but is just as superficial. I mean, she’s sunny and happy but she’s also the OG Senshi, the leader of the Inners, a powerful, commanding fighter - she’s complex, and I really wanted to explore that + getting to have fun with her bubbliness.

Nephrite - another picked up from @magicalxgirlsxrp‘s enabling. But I do find him really interesting so it works out well. Haven’t done a lot with him, but we have plans. Plans I’m looking forward to.

Stardew Valley

M. Rasmodius - I knew I really wanted to do something with SDV, once I got to playing it, but I wasn’t sure who. I thought about Sebastian and Elliot, but already had interacted with a couple who were just fantastic. So instead, I did a good fallback of mine - because I never, ever get tired of playing mages. Ever. XD

Star Wars

HK-47 (KOTOR) - the attitude. I wanted to write HK entirely because of the scorching levels of sass from this droid.

Liana Raine (SWTOR f!JC) - the Jedi Consular storyline is one of my favorites out of all of SWTOR (tied with the Inquisitor, but I’m revamping her) and I really just wanted to keep playing with it even once I’d done the dedicated storyline.

Revan (KOTOR LS!F) - give me female Revan you cowards. -ahem- I have feels about Revan, okay? I love her so, so much - she even had her own blog, I love her that much. I would absolutely love to do something more with her but I will hold on to her if for no other reason than to make sure at least one black, female Revan exists in the world. (I want all the timetravel and crossover threads, hit me up.)

Tharan Cedrax (SWTOR) - another for attitude, really, and also definitely my type. XD He’s charming, he’s snarky, he’s sassy, he’s brilliant... I very much like Tharan and really felt he, like most of the companions, deserved more screentime. So, I’m here to give it to him.

Threads of Fate (Dewprism)

Duke - he’s so cool. I mean, he’s a dork, but his powers are amazing and he’s just a fun, incredibly upbeat character to play. And well, anything to spread my love of that teeny fandom.

Fancy Mel - Mel hits all the sweet spots for a mage character. She’s got flavor, she’s got amazing powers, and she had room to create a fantastic backstory with amazing crossover potential. Is she a bit OP? Yes. But she has no intention of using it for anything but her amusement/whimsy.

Rod the Bladestar - I love Rod. I love his oddly genteel manners, I love how he’s unwittingly sexist but quickly cleans up his act when put straight, I love how driven and passionate he is. Could do without such a typically-Square-outfit, but you can’t have everything. (In the right artists’ hands, he might even be pretty amazing, actually.)

Did you read all of that? Amazing. Any of them strike your interest? Hmu and maybe we could plot a thread! :eyes:

Also I sincerely apologize to mobile users who had to read all that because Tumblr can’t get it’s act together.

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[shadowsong26fic]

May Fourth Bonus Fic: Coda

Title: It’s Like Deja Vu (All Over Again); Coda

Author: shadowsong26

Rating: R

Fandom: Star Wars

Characters: Padme Amidala, Anakin Skywalker, etc.

Warnings: War, violence, referenced genocide, referenced murder, these two dorks and their AOTC angst…

Summary: Three days ago, Padme Amidala closed her eyes for the last time in a sterile white room on an asteroid at the edge of nowhere. Three days ago, she opened them again in a sleek, chrome starship, watching Dorme put the finishing touches on Corde’s headdress, her own weighted braids a comforting blanket on her back.

Padme decides to change things, decides she can save Anakin this time. Except, as time passes, she starts to realize things aren’t happening exactly the way she remembers…

Disclaimer: All characters are the property of their respective creators.

Notes: Bonus fic! May the Fourth be with you :D

Also, tumblr formatting seems not to allow for right/center justified text. Apologies for the resulting formatting weirdness.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Anakin quietly extracted himself from the bed, trying to disturb Padme as little as possible, and padded out onto the balcony to look over the lake. He flexed his new hand idly as he went--one of the exercises he was supposed to do, to strengthen the neural connections and complete the integration process.

Dooku had been a better duelist than Anakin had planned for; but in the end, there had been a chance, and he’d taken it. Unfortunately, he’d made too many mistakes of his own in the beginning, and it had required a sacrifice, to make Dooku take the bait and actually give him the opening he’d needed to strike.

That was all right, though. It was a fair bargain, in the end.

It was strange, but--maybe not totally unexpected, that the metal prosthetic felt somehow more natural than his own flesh and bone. Even though it wasn’t fully integrated yet.

Because Anakin had a secret.

Because, ten years ago, Anakin Skywalker closed his eyes for the last time on a dying battlestation in the skies above Endor.

And, ten years ago, he had opened them again in the Council Chamber at sunset--much larger than he remembered it--with warm, firm hands lying heavy on his shoulders.

“I take Anakin as my Padawan Learner.”

...did he really say that? I’d forgotten. No wonder Obi-Wan resented me so much at first.

Initially, he’d decided the experience was a dream--a rather odd place to begin, and significantly more detailed than he would’ve thought, but proof of that theory that, in the moment of death, his life would flash before his eyes.

And then he got to the hangar.

On a whim, he’d activated his starfighter’s guns a few minutes early. Just sitting there had been boring; he’d never been good at being still, especially at this age.

And then he’d seen Maul and, not really expecting it to work, idly fired off a shot in his direction.

Most lightsabers were not really built to handle laser blasts from starfighters. They could deflect one--but usually only one, and had a tendency to overload and short out for an hour or so after.

Maul’s, it seemed, was no exception.

He’d caught the blast with one side of his saberstaff, successfully deflecting it into a wall, causing a small explosion and shower of rock dust, but shorting out that blade.

Leaving him down to one.

For half a second, Anakin had frozen in his cockpit.

That...that worked? I can change things?

But then he’d remembered--he had a control ship to destroy, a battle to help win. Everything else could wait.

When he returned to solid ground, he’d learned that Obi-Wan had again killed Maul (perhaps permanently this time) but, most likely due to the distraction Anakin had provided, Qui-Gon had survived.

After that, everything had been a blur for some time, as Anakin struggled to reconcile everything this meant--to say nothing of the fact that, young as he had become, his mind seemed to have some difficulty maintaining all of his memories. He could access everything if he went into a deep enough trance--it was all there--but consciously could only recall broad strokes. And his reactions, especially in the early days, were sometimes unpredictable as well--at times, he responded as the approximately ten-year-old child he appeared to be; at times as the forty-something soldier he was.

Fortunately, his confusion and vacillating maturity were, it seemed, mostly put down to him being a rural child who had grown up under...less than ideal circumstances, overwhelmed by the vast, rapid changes in his life, to say nothing of Coruscant itself.

By the time he had reached equilibrium, several weeks had passed. He was mostly settled into the Temple by then, apprenticed to Qui-Gon as promised, and with enough knowledge of the hell he would rain down on the galaxy to do something about it.

But what?

His first thought, of course, had been to make his way to the Emperor’s apartment and murder him.

Fortunately, before he had actually climbed out the window to do so, he had recognized the two major flaws in this plan.

First: he was, at least for the moment, tiny and ineffectual. Success was vanishingly unlikely.

Second: either as a result of his unreliable memories or because he had never known--or cared--in the first place, he couldn’t be sure how much of the Emperor’s plan was already in place, able to continue without his direct oversight. While it might not be the same destructive force, the chaos that might be unleashed without its architect to shape it would likely ruin everything just the same. The clones, for one thing, were probably already in production, and who knew what else?

So he had, reluctantly, settled in to watch and wait, to prepare himself and gather the knowledge he would need to atone for what he’d done the first time.

The problem was, he wasn’t very good at patience, or at long-range planning. He never had been. There had always been a partner, an ally, who took care of that for him. And it became increasingly obvious that his new Master was, if anything, worse at thinking ahead than he was.

He’d needed help. And, once he admitted it to himself, there was really only one person he could turn to.

It had taken him six months to approach Obi-Wan, once he’d made the decision to do so--his old Master was rarely in the Temple, and tended to avoid Anakin and Qui-Gon when he was. And, even after he made contact, it was several more before they were finally comfortable enough with one another that Anakin could broach the subject.

Finally, nearly two years after he’d arrived in the past, he had told him--not everything; he still hadn’t told him everything--but enough. Another delay while Obi-Wan wrapped his head around it, and then they’d gotten to work.

Obi-Wan had started investigating, discreetly gathering what intelligence he could without pulling too hard on the web and alerting the Emperor to their activities. He had set Anakin to designing a way to remove the chips from the clones without being detected, as a failsafe if they couldn’t fix things before then. This without alerting the rest of the Order--they had agreed that that would do more harm than good at this stage--meaning they had other duties, other missions, as well.

And then, when Anakin was approximately thirteen, Qui-Gon had been killed.

He suspected--but would likely never be able to prove--that the Emperor was responsible, if for no other reason than Qui-Gon hadn’t allowed him much access to his apprentice. Which, at the time, had been a profound relief. Anakin wasn’t sure he would’ve been able to deceive the Emperor if they’d spent much time together. And, to be fair, he still wasn’t.

But after Qui-Gon’s death, he had been afraid for a moment--what if he wasn’t actually changing anything after all, at least not in any real, permanent sense? What if time--the universe--was course-correcting around him?

“If that’s the case,” Obi-Wan had pointed out, when he’d brought this up, “why did the Force send you back in the first place?”

It was a good point, and one he couldn’t really refute. But the concern had remained, buried deep in the back of his mind. He tried not to fixate on it too much. It would get in the way of his mission if he did.

And so, in the end, Obi-Wan had inherited him from Qui-Gon and become his Master again, and it had felt--right. Natural. Anakin had forgotten how good things had been, once upon a time.

Before he’d ruined it all.

Time had passed. They had worked together, overtly now as well as covertly, and quickly become something very close to the seamless Team he remembered. Not quite the same, because he wasn’t quite the same, but close enough.

It wasn’t until they were wrapping up a border dispute on Ansion that he realized when they were.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t wanted--he did, more than anything, want to...to see her again, hold her again. He wanted Luke and his sister to exist.

But he had a mission. He had a mission. That had to come first. Besides which, this was something he had to earn. He had no right to--maybe, maybe, when he succeeded, he would get a second chance.

Assuming, of course, that he survived.

So, he and Obi-Wan had searched for a way around the problem. They’d tried switching places--sending Obi-Wan to Naboo and letting him go to Kamino instead. But, without telling the Council why--which they still felt they couldn’t afford--they couldn’t justify it.

And so he’d come to Varykino with her, as he had a lifetime ago, resolving to be good this time; resolving to keep his feelings to himself, and…

He’d forgotten, somehow, how much she had loved him.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Or, at least, it wasn’t exactly the right word. He grasped it in the abstract, at least--broad strokes--but he’d been so focused on how it had all ended; on how he had lost her and his mission to avert that future, that he…

He had forgotten.

Until she’d kissed him on the balcony, in the arena.

Until they’d laughed in the meadow, despaired by the fire.

Until she’d held him after his duel with Dooku, after his surgery, and asked him for a vow.

And now here he was again, back at Varykino as before, despite all his good intentions; his wife--his wife--asleep in the bedroom behind him.

Because she loved him.

His good intentions would simply have to find another way.

He can never know

                                                                      She can never know

What I’ve seen.

                                                                               What I’ve done.

It would break him.

                                                                      It would destroy her.

And I will not

                                                                                 And I cannot

                                          Let that happen.

                              I’m going to get it right this time.

                                      I’m going to save you.

                                               I promise.

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