#grown ass yoda

[bb-eilish]

Dirty little fantasies

pairing; master!anakin skywalker x fem!padawanreader

warnings; Fantasies, pinning, corruption kink, virgin reader, dom! anakin, sub! reader, nipple play, creampie, hand kink, dirty talk, praising, degradation, cunnilingus

a/n; i’ve never written for anakin before but i love star wars and i love writing smut so here u go!

Y/n was honestly surprised she ever became a Jedi apprentice. She was much older than the younglings, but Obi-wan and his own apprentice, Anakin, pushed for her training anyway. The council questioned who would be training her, as all of the masters already had Padawan of their own. Her hopes shattered when Master Yoda pointed out the obvious fact.

She was told the force was strong within her , not sure what that meant, y/n smiled and became excited anyway.

"Master, my Padawan is surely ready for his test. He has my full confidence. He will be able to train her." Obi-wan stepped forward, eyebrows furrowed as Anakin nodded, a serious expression scorched onto his face.

The council all had similar curious and questioning looks, but nodded anyways. "Alright, we will allow it." Master Windu sighed, putting his hand up. Y/n's eyes widened and every fiber in her being felt on fire, this is the most exciting thing she's ever experienced, and it hasn't even started yet.

The three of them exited the room and immediately a hurl of thank you's and smiles gush out of her towards the men. Their faces softened as they smiled.

—————

Y/n was now an adult, though, she wasn't very young when she became an apprentice, only several years had passed. Anakin was a great Master and she felt very lucky. The way everyone talked about him was fascinating, they praised him left, right, and center. They even became closer than she expected, being closer in age than other Padawan and Master pairs made that entirely possible.

"Master, wait up. Why are your legs so long." Y/n complained as she jogged up to Anakin's side once more, she swears he can take two steps and be a mile ahead of her. He chuckles before saying, "You ask that every time we walk together." Her nose scrunches at his teasing. But at the same time, her heart skips a beat and she swallows quietly. Though, she tries her hardest to keep down the way her body practically yearns for him. The hardest part is keeping the thoughts, the oh so delicious thoughts about him, to a 0 whenever he's near. The force is amazing in so many ways but a real pain in the ass when all she wants do is day dream about him.

"Great job by the way, the mission wouldn't have gone as well as it did without you. You're becoming a considerable Jedi." He looks over at her as she thanked him. He can't help but think about how much she's grown while being under his wing. In power and physically. Anakin was no liar, he couldn't possibly deny the fact she has matured into a fully fledged woman, Padawan or not, he couldn't keep his eyes to himself. He had to push down the thoughts as well.

Anakin was fully aware of her daily thoughts. It made his day whenever he could know what she was thinking before she even entered the room. They were always innocent and random, until recently. Y/n clouded her thoughts much more, and at random times of the day and night, the hairs on the back of his neck would stand up, goosebumps would frost his skin and he had no idea why. The thoughts he could read were innocent in nature, but all about him. What he was wearing that day, how he decided to style his hair, certain things he said to her. His ego inflated each time and it made him even more arrogant and confident.

But alas, Jedi's were not allowed to become attached. He wondered if he needed to remind her of that, but he decided against it. Having a crush on him wasn't a crime.

—————

Anakin waited for her at her door that morning, he always does when they train at this time, which is only a few times a week. As he neared the door her thoughts became more apparent, at first she was busy with brushing her hair, then it was her tying her robes, and then they drifted off to him. He could see she was thinking about the time he had to help her untie the small knot she made in her robes. It made him smile, it was almost impossible to untie it. But his smile slowly faded as he realized her attention, unwavering, was directed to his hand. Not him untying the knot in general per say, but the way his calloused hand and metal one gripped the fabric, and how his very visible veins bulged through his skin.

He could sense how hard she focused on it, and how the thought of his hands sent her spiraling into day dreams. He was about to knock to end his spying before something caught him off guard. The waves of want that echoed from her, he could feel the stuttered deep breath she let out as she thought about his hands on her. How they would feel to prod at her most sensitive areas as he spoke downright sinful words towards her.

He felt like the air was knocked from his lungs as she thought in detail about the things he would say. The hair at the back of his neck reacted first, the goosebumps came second. "You're my prettiest girl , aren't you?" "Such a slut for me." "Use your words, angel." "You're mine, only I can make you feel like this." Anakin roughly shook his head before he breathed in and knocked on her door.

The thoughts ceased and his shoulders untensed because of it.

Y/n's door opened and there she was, smile as bright as ever as she greeted him. "Good morning, Master. A bit late aren't you?" She questioned, closing the door behind her with a wave of her hand.

He mustered up a smile as well as he answered, "Apologies, I was talking with Master Yoda." He patted himself on the back for not being suspicious as he lied through his teeth.

—————

Training was different today. No doubt it was about what he had walked in on this morning, but he tried his best to act like something wasn't bothering him.

Sparring was especially different, he was acutely aware of whenever he even placed a finger on her. She didn't seem affected at this but he knew. He knew the things she wanted him to say to her, say to her when his hands memorized her body, set her skin ablaze in their wake. It had a carnal desire simmering in his gut as he gazed at her sweaty form pant from the work she was being put through. So when training ended he made his way to the bathroom. Splashing cold water on his face helped the heat on his skin, but not the heat starting to grow in him.

Anakin fell pray to his desires, now instead of her imagining what it would be like to be underneath him, it was him imagining what it would be like to be on top of her. Looking down to see the look in her eyes as he touched her, made her his. The sounds she'd make as he stuffed her full. The mere thought had his pants tighten significantly. Would she cry as he stretched her out? Would she beg him to keep going? Better yet, would she submit herself to him, his mercy?

He manages, somehow, to collect himself before he leaves.

"There you are, Anakin. There is a last minute mission I need you and Y/n to do" Obi-wan told him as he lead him to the holotable. "Do not let him out of your sight, we suspect he's behind Senator Amidala's assassination attempts. He knows what you both look like though, so make sure he doesn't notice you." He explained further, Anakin nodded, going into serious Jedi-Master mode.

"I won't fail you, Master."

—————

After Anakin explained the plan to her she nodded along and followed his lead to his speeder.

"He lives in-" He pauses as he points to the apartment building they both come up to. "That building, there is two doors leading out, one in the back and one in the front. I'll take the one behind it." He parks the speeder where he could get in it quickly, but isn't suspicious. "We're close enough to speak through the force, so if something happens let me know immediately."

"Yes, Master."

He nods at her before speedily walking to the other side of the small apartment building. She pulls up the hood of her robe and tries to look the least inconspicuous as she possibly can.

—————

It's been radio silence for a few hours before the front door opens to the exact alien they're here for. She quickly lets Anakin know.

She watches the alien closely, walking behind him at a distance he wouldn't find strange.

Anakin catches up to her, both the Jedis watch the supposed assassinator from afar enter a bar. "I hate bars." She groans as he drags the Padawan inside the building.

"Uh, Master. Won't our hoods be kind of out of place in here?" Y/n points out, noticing the lack of clothes everyone is wearing.

"Oh, yes. Clever thinking, Y/n." He says, narrowing his eyes in search for the alien.

They both take a seat at one of the tables, eyeing the place until Anakin spots the alien, he's at the bar, downing what seems to be his 3rd shot. He stumbles a bit trying to get off of his chair. Both Jedi watch him go down the hallway that has the bathrooms, but also the back door. So, Anakin flags you over as he gets up. "Uh, Master. Isn't he just going to the bathroom?" She questions getting close enough to the hallway to peer down it. It's empty, aside from the usual couple making out on the walls. It brings a blush to her cheeks. No sign of the alien though.

They both walk further down the hallway until they both feel the door about to be opened, so Anakin does the first thing he can think of. He pushes his Padawan against the closest wall and kisses her. Trying his best to shield both of their identities, he pushes himself further against her and puts his hands on her cheeks trying to hide her face. She gasps in his mouth and her hands can't help but grip his robes.

She's never been this close to him, the feel of his skin on hers, his hands on her, feels like a dream. His intoxicating smell already clouds her mind. But the feeling is over before she knows it, the alien has walked back into the main area again. Anakin doesn't waste a second before following him.

Y/n stands at the wall still, hand coming up to touch her lips. That was her first kiss. Her first kiss was with him.

—————

The outcome of the mission was good, they ended up catching him and Obi-wan was happy.

The next day was training again for Anakin and Y/n. This time it felt so intimate, Anakin's touch would linger far longer than needed and he found any reason to touch her. It had her head spinning by the time they were done.

It apparently didn't stop at training either, Anakin would lead her everywhere with a secure hand on her lower back. He didn't comment on it so she decided not to either, in fear of him retracting the hand.

When he wasn't near, her thoughts were even more out of hand. Now, when she met up with him she was shyer than normal. A part of him regretted the kiss, he enjoyed it but he worried it bothered her. That night he made his way to her room, he wanted to talk about it without anything hearing.

And just like last time he heard her thoughts, here he was again. This time it seemed like she was already in the middle of her fantasizing. Before he could understand what she was thinking about, he knocked on the door.

It opened, the first thing he noticed was her big doe eyes staring up at him curiously.

“Master, what are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?” He asked, clearing his throat.

She nodded and he stepped inside.

The second he was all the way in he could feel the waves of want and desire once more, but this time they were all around him and it was hard to speak. Anakin swallowed, looking into her eyes as he began. “I wanted to apologize for what happened during the mission, I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

She shakes her head quickly, “No No, it’s not that it made me uncomfortable. It was..” She pauses as she sits down on the edge of her bed. “It was my first kiss.” She flinches, she was always teased for not having kissed anyone while she was there.

He gulps this time, he can’t deny the feeling of pride that grew in him.

He sat beside her, contemplating his words carefully.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take that away from you.”

She turns to look at him, the only light in the room shining from her small lamp on her nightstand brushed against his face, making his features soft.

“Don’t be sorry, I, um.” She stops herself before continuing, fearful of her words.

Her master eyes her, “You what?” He speaks through the force, gaze narrowing at her sputtering.

“I enjoyed it.”

They both stare at each other, his eyebrows furrow as he watches her face. Y/n watches the inner turmoil that’s present on his as a lock of his hair falls in front of his eyes. A hand comes up to her wrist, it glides upward, over her neck, and up to her cheek. It cradles her face as his resolve snaps. This kiss has purpose, he hopes she can feel it. The way their lips brush against each other is erotic and she can’t possibly hold in the small moan that’s threatening to spill.

The jedi pulls away slightly to eye her, his mouth is parted as he takes in everything she’s silently offering. His breaths fans over her face and it sets her nerves on fire.

The second kiss is full of lust and want, his gloved hand finds her hip before he decides they’re not nearly as close as he would like. The hand on her cheek slides down to her chest and gently pushes her to lay on her back, though, his lips never leave hers. He situates himself on top of her and pulls away farther than before. Gazing at her lidded eyes and soon the pout settling over her lips.

“My prettiest girl.” He sighs out, reaching up to run a nail up and down her neck.

“Master.” She begins.

“Anakin.” He corrects as the nail on her neck drifts down enough to pull her shirt away from her collarbones.

“Anakin..” She obeys, even if it feels foreign on her tongue. “I need you.”

“I know…you should really keep your thoughts to yourself yknow that, Angel?” The name has her eyes widening and a smirk gracing his face.

“How could you think I wouldn’t find out about all the dirty little fantasies you have about me?” He switches hands so his gloved one is pressed next to her shoulder on the bed keeping him upright, while the other one meets her hip again to push the fabric of her shirt upward, Anakin eyes the newly exposed skin and tugs at his lip.

“M’sorry.” She breathes as a fierce blush settles over her face.

“No need to be sorry…” He drags his blunt nails up her torso as he drags her shirt up, goosebumps tickle her flesh as a result. Even more so when he leans down to hover over her, now, exposed breasts. It doesn’t take long for her nipples to harden partly from being out in the open air, but mostly because of him.

The Padawan holds her breath as he nears the mounds of skin, it starts with dizzying kisses up the valley between them and then continues with him teasingly licking around one of her nipples. She gasps, her bottom lip caught under her front teeth harshly.

Anakin takes a full nipple into his mouth and sighs as the sounds he knew would sound so pretty, leave her. Especially the ones where she moans his name in that breathy voice of hers. Her back arches and it sends her breasts even further into his face. He removes his mouth for a moment, only to envelope the other nipple and graze his teeth ever so slightly against it, he takes in her gasps and whines and they all go straight to his ever tightening pants.

He pulls away again, this time to lean up and kiss her. Messily their lips slide together, he even experimentally brushes her lips with his tongue. But she pulls away, “What are you doing?” She asks curiously out of breath.

“Open your mouth for me, kay?” His gaze goes back and forth between her eyes to her lips as he talks.

They kiss again and he does the same thing, so, she opens her mouth. His skilled tongue licks into her unexpectedly and Y/n moves her hands to his clothed chest for stability, well, mental stability at least. Anakin then sucks her tongue rather harshly and it sends moan after moan into his mouth. He swallows all of them gladly as he feels himself become even more worked up.

He would love to keep kissing her, he honestly thinks he could do it forever, but they must keep going. She whines and chases his lips when he pulls away this time and it has his eyes darkening. The shirt she’s half wearing is thrown somewhere on the floor as he dips down to kiss her stomach, down her belly button and along the waistline of her pajama pants as he hooks his fingers along them, dragging them down slowly.

The pink underwear she’s wearing has a frilly bow on the top and he couldn’t handle it. It was like he was opening up his present on christmas, his little, angelic, present that wants nothing more than to have him degrade her. How could he possibly deny that?

“Such cute panties for someone who’s such a little slut for me. Tell me, Angel, would you let me fuck you anytime I asked? Would you let me fuck you in my speeder? On the holotable in front of everyone?” He skims his lips against the hem of her underwear once more as he eyes her like a predator.

“Yes, yes, would let you touch me wherever you wanted.” She panted out, gripping the sheets beneath her.

“You’re all mine, aren’t you?” He asks, pricking the waistband with his teeth and dragging the offending material down her legs. She couldn’t speak, the sight and the feeling left her speechless and unbelievably wet. As soon as the last of her clothing was gone the smell of her sex was utterly intoxicating, so he did the first thing he thought of. Prying her legs apart and pressing his face against her cunt. Y/n didn’t have time to worry about her being the only naked one, for that she was thankful.

Anakin truly believed he could die happily right now.

“Maker, you smell amazing. Bet you taste even better.” He practically moans into her, the vibrations send jolts of electricity up her spine and it causes her legs to almost close. But the iron grip he has on her didn’t allow for that. Even when he licked up the expanse of her heat and suckled on her clit, her thighs were begging to give out by then. The new feeling of his tongue was addicting, the way he licked into her clenching hole had her head spinning and heart pounding.

“You feeling good, Angel?” He pants against her, opening his eyes to gaze at her already fucked out form. A moan leaves her as she nods. His ungloved hand lets go of her thigh in favor of circling her cunt and pressing his fingers against her hole. She chokes out a moan at the action.

His mouth only leaves her clit to speak as he fills her up, one finger at a time.

“So tight.”

It has her clenching and he hopes he’s able to feel that around his cock. The fire consumes her from the inside out and all she can do is take it.

Y/n’s moans become louder and more frequent, that paired with the clenching she’s doing around his fingers, he assumes she’s going to come. So before she can, he sticks in another finger and scissors them inside of her, coaxing out an orgasm the best he can.

“Come for me, Y/n.”

Her limbs tense up as her eyes clamp shut, said fire is spreading through her, every finger, every fiber. The euphoric feeling is prolonged as much as possible because of his fingers and the mouth still sucking her pulsating clit.

When she comes back down he stands up, gripping his shirt and pulling it from his body. In her frazzled state, she eyes his stomach, his abs more specifically. His chest too, the way it heavily falls up and down from his deep breathing is hypnotic. His belt is pulled off, and soon he’s unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down and off. She can easily see the outline of him through his briefs and the fire that was just released in her seems to have come back.

Anakin watches her face closely as he slips down his briefs and kicks them off. Her gaze on his cock doesn’t last long he notices, her eyes fall to his hand that’s currently gliding up her calf. He can’t help but chuckle.

“You really like my hands, don’t you? Even the metal one?” He smiles at the end.

She nods shyly.

So he takes a detour, his hand comes up to her face, traces her jaw, then traces her bottom lip with his thumb. Her breathing changed almost immediately at that. He wonders something for a moment, so he trails his hand downward, ghosting over the base of her throat. She bites her lip again as he loosely grips her neck.

“So pretty with my hand around your neck. Are you ready for me, Angel?” He mumbles. She finds it hard to speak, the intense eye contact is quite distracting and intimidating.

But she finally gets out a “Yes, Anakin.” After he swats her thigh with his metal hand.

The hand around her neck doesn’t budge as he settles in between her thighs and wraps a leg around his waist. He watches his tip tap her clit and tease her until she’s whining. He can’t hold up the act for long though, he feels like he might explode if he doesn’t push inside of her soon. The initial stretch doesn’t feel good, even if Anakin is pushing in rather slow, it still has her flinching.

“It’ll feel good, Angel, don’t worry. Just wait.” He tells her, concerned. She nods in return, holding onto his waist loosely. He keeps his slow pace until he fully bottoms out, he’s sure he could come right now. Her walls latch onto him like a vice and she’s so, so, wet for him. “Fuck, Angel. So wet and tight for me.” He praises breathily.

She clenches at that and it has his brain short circuit. All he wants to do is move, move until he comes inside her, but he waits until she’s ready.

“You can m-move.”

The first experimental thrust is intoxicating for the both of them. He was right, it does feel good. Just him inside her feels good. Every vein and ridge is felt and she makes note of each and every one of them. Another thing she notes is how deep he is, she swears she can feel him in her stomach at this point.

It doesn’t take him long to set a good starting pace, one that isn’t too rough but still satisfying.

“Anakin, you feel so good.” She moans, hips absentmindedly raising to meet his thrusts. The hand around her throat becomes tighter as he groans out.

“Flip over.” He says all of a sudden, pulling out. Her reaction time isn’t very good right now so she furrows her eyebrows. Far too slow for Anakin, so he takes it upon himself to manhandle her onto her stomach. She lays flat against the bed as he forces open her legs again. This time when he pushes in, the stretch is delicious. It has her pushing her ass against him, “Already such a slut for me.” He mumbles as he hovers over her back.

One particular harsh thrust has a loud, pornographic, moan leaving her kiss-swollen lips. He narrows his eyes as his flesh hand presses into her spine, moving upward until it reaches the back of her neck. It swivels to the front, lingers over her windpipe, and drags up to her mouth, pressing firmly against her lips. So firm that her head is lifted into his shoulder as he begins to jackhammer his hips into her.

Leaning down to her ear, he begins, “Such a perfect cunt for me, Angel. Gonna fuck you any time I get the chance.” He groans, grinding into her before thrusting again. The moans leaving her vibrate his hand and he can’t help but thrust faster.

Her brain feels like goo and she hopes he doesn’t ask her anything right now. But, of course.

“Do you like my cock, Angel?” He asks as he moves his hand for her to answer. She only whines and nods, hoping that’ll suffice. But it doesn’t. He smirks as he leans in again, “Use you words.” His tone has goosebumps prickling her neck as she tries to muster up something to say.

“Mm, I- I love it, mm, Ani.” The nickname gets him where it hurts, he can feel how close he is. So, he abandons her mouth and moves his hand in between her body and the bed, circling her throbbing clit.

His metal hand grips the back of her head and pushes it into her sheets, keeping her quiet as he continues abusing her leaking cunt with his cock and fingers. Just as he begins to feel his orgasm coming even closer she babbles and moans, “Ani, I’m, oh my god.” As she clenches around him sporadically. “Good girl, come around me.” She does just that and it pushes him to the edge immediately, his hips stutter and his groans fill the room, he pushes to the hilt as he comes inside of her. Filling her up until it’s leaking out.

They both pant as he pulls out and she turns around. Anakin places a kiss on her lips, once, twice, three times before speaking, “You did so good for me, Y/n. So proud of you.”

“Thank you, Master.” She lazily smiles.

#anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin smut #anakin x reader #star wars smut #star wars x reader #darth vader smut #darth vader x reader

[nateofgreat]

it really is frustrating when certain people infantilize the clones. they’re physically and mentally grown adult men. they talk like grown men. they had accelerated growth. they aren’t 10 yr old little boys, it’s not like with boba fett in AOTC. they’re goddamn men? with weapons? blasters? capable of military strategy? they can’t STILL be minors who were forced to grow up too fast. you can say they didn’t have an actual (what little of it) childhood bc they were raised by the kaminoans and came into existence specifically for Sith/war purposes but to say they’re actual “children”?

no and i can’t say they behave like that? these grown ass men can drink alcohol. they could have a space mortgage. but sure? these “literal kids” were soldiers. the situation is already sad…..you don’t have to treat them as if they’re not adults to make it sadder.

what if i were to ridiculously say that grogu is an adult male of whatever species he and yoda are, damn how he is physically and acts mentally, so why isn’t he out here paying space taxes? getting a real stable space job? he’s 50 something yrs old and mooching off his naive father, who is younger than him?

conclusion: doesn’t thinking like this make shipping the clones kinda awkward? y’know codywan, etc?

Yeah, I can't say I'm a fan of treating the Clones like overgrown children when they're never shown to act like that in canon. If someone wants to explore the impact of their accelerated aging that's cool, could be interesting. But they're much shown to be fully mature, able to handle war with intelligence and mental fortitude.

Also I don't get the shipping thing. Like one hand the fandom infantilizes the Clones and on they other they self-ship themselves with them. Their portrayal just doesn't seem to be all that consistent in the fandom and not on account of disagreements within it.

The Clones are an interesting bunch in SW, I like their culture, their tragic story, etc. And I think it works better if they're treated as mature soldiers within it and not children.

For example, in The Bad Batch (I know, I know, probably not popular around here) there were people acting like it was so weird for Omega to have a father-daughter bond with Hunter when she's technically older when she, unlike him, doesn't have accelerated aging and is thus, very much, a child. While Hunter is an adult. Because maturity doesn't simply refer to "years alive" in the case of fiction species.

#Star Wars #The Clones #Clone Troopers #fandom discourse #The Bad Batch #The Clone Wars

[thicctails]

My brain is smooth and full of Star Wars rot so have a list of aus/fics i'd like to write

Age swap BB Au; a grown-up Omega escapes Kamino with her four batch brothers amidst the chaos of Order 66 and they all become bounty hunters

Anakin, somehow, meets a force-sensitive Omega. Fresh off of Ahsoka leaving and chock full of mental instability, he sneaks her off-world and declares her his new padawan. He does not elaborate or disclose where he found her. Obi-Wan drinks twice as often now

Luke and Leia are eeby deebied back to the start of the clone wars. They have their memories but are stuck in very young bodies. Luke attaches himself to Yoda like a leech and Leia curses Obi-Wan with Another Skywalker Padawan. Neither really seem to mind. Maybe one of the inquisitors follows them back and ends up getting their ass whooped by a ketamine frog and his disaster linage

Omega gets to raise the batch long enough for them to have memories of her. They become a living nightmare for the Kaminoans when they remember her as adults and realise that their beloved sister, who comforted them and called them proper names in soft, careful whispers, was separated from them. This somehow leads to a clone revolution.

Another Anakin meets Omega au, but this time she asks him if she and her brothers are technically slaves because they were bought and chipped. This causes the end of the war because Anakin's Singular Braincell activates and he realizes that yeah, that kinda is what the clones are, which is then followed by him and padme absolutely obliterating support for the war while simultaneously helping the clones take control of kamino

TPM Anakin and CW Anakin set during the Rako Hardeen arc are flung through time and swap places, leaving a devastated, betrayed-feeling anakin with an equally devastated, newly Knighted Obi-Wan, and an unsure, clingy 9-year old Anakin with an Obi-Wan who has never felt further from his padawan. Both will benefit from this if they ever find a crumb of communication skills. Also the 501st have their Dad Genes activated by Baby General and frequently steal him from Obi-Wan.

#star wars #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #star wars the clone wars #star wars fic #fanfiction #star wars anakin #star wars omega #star wars obi wan

[absurdthirst]

I am an adult.

I am a grown man which a PT job and a pathetic paycheck.

I am a grown man with a PT job and pathetic paycheck who puts in way more effort then my employer deserves from me. (I’m not trying to be a kiss ass, I just like being helpful)

So with my grown man money I bought this

Here comes the boy~💚

(Yes the stylization has made him look a bit like a knock off stitch plushie opposed to a baby yoda plushie, but he’s soft as fuck, and I’m a grabby sleeper)

I have him too!!! He’s so comfy!! A wonderful friend sent him to me.

And sometimes you have to make the purchases you want to justify the bullshit you deal with. 💝

I hope you find a better job, Note 😘

[cosmic-herbal-tea]

I also wanna add this: at some point to the character, Anakin is a grown-ass adult at some point in the franchise. If fandom can sit here and be comfortable with the fact that Anakin has blown out Padme's back and got her pregnant, address him as this competent and surefire general and warrior, and recongize him as Luke and Leia's biological father, then fandom can stop insisting to selectively infantallize his character whenever it suits them.

Has he been obviously groomed by Palpatine to eventually be at his side? Unequiovocally, yes. That is definitely present. That still does not completely negate the fact that Anakin has also been taught by Obi-Wan, Yoda, etc. to know right from wrong and after a certian point, his character becomes more repsonsible for his own actions. His character has more than enough agency to be responsible for his own actions.

Some of Anakin's problems are caused by himself and you know what? Most of that is OKAY depending on the argument. He's flawed and human and his issues aren't the result of some external force that is malicious against him. He has his insecuities. He misunderstands things from time to time. And he is entitled to his perspective.

But there is NO justifying in slaughtering troves of Tusken Raiders for what happened to his mom. We can UNDERSTAND the pain but that's a gross over-reaction. There are NO justifying what he did to Mace Windu, no matter how many times fans try to rewrite canon as Mace Windu was just REALLY MEAN to Anakin. You don't chop off hands and overthrow democracies because of it. There's no justifying him enabling and actively help the Empire to subjugate and enslave people depending on who we're talking. There is no justifying standing aside and letting Alderaan get destroyed.

Like I get it; the narrative portrays Anakin a more tragically sympthatic light and as a kid, he definitely had stuff going against him. That's completely fine and I'm not the type to placate the onus of the blame of what happeneded to him as a kid onto him. Unfortunately, Anakin grows up in the series and ends up learning to know better made his choices. It's telling the character canonically can recognize that much and some fans cannot.

#anakin skywalker #star wars

[allronix]

Apparently in the disney EU there are no Jedi Service Corps. While their legends depiction was suspect making every single initiate grow up to be a master diplomat and warrior, (die, or leave the order entirely) doesn't really seem like an improvement to me. Thoughts?

The Service Corps are a VERY thorny piece of Legends; both super interesting and grossly underutilized. I’m not surprised Disney cut it because it does present a sticky spot. 

It answers a very good question of what to do with the “leftover” Sensitives. Maybe they got injured in the line of duty and can’t really fight anymore. Maybe they just have no capability to swing a saber. Maybe they were found at the ripe old age of ten and past the cutoff. Maybe they found someone with a high Sensitivity and some cognitive impairment. Whatever.  There are going to be people who are just not cut out to swing a saber, but still want to serve the galaxy in some way. It also keeps them more or less safe and monitored by the Jedi so they aren’t exploited or dabbling in Sith artifacts. 

In theory, the Corps is a really good option. In real life, a Knight needed anywhere from 300 to 1000 people to support the workings of his manor, make his armor and weapons, breed and care for his horses, make tools, grow food, etc. The Jedi, having access to droid labor, probably don’t need THAT high of numbers, but we’re still talking a lot of working class people needed to keep their organization running; administration services to handle the mail, droid and equipment maintenance, growing their food, medical techs because these dudes see a lot of combat, etc. And if you weren’t suited for the Knight, then maybe you could be a damn good blacksmith or healer. 

In practice? Oof. The way it seems to be handled is treating it as a punishment, a place to send the fuckups and failures, a stigma that hangs around for life. You can be the best botanist in Agricorps, and some punk ass Padawan is still going to look down their nose and call you a failure. The official memos call you “valuable contributors,” in the same way official memos from Corporate call the minimum wage staff “valued team members” with the corresponding amount of respect. Maybe guys like Yoda would actually respect the Corps and their work, and it’s more likely that the working class of the galaxy would see and benefit from the Corps and not really the Jedi (who were serving the galactic elite) 

The Order “adopted” you, tried to train you for one job, and if you can’t do that job, or there are no available Masters to train you, they toss you out on your ass or into the ranks of the Corps with nothing more than a garbage bag for your stuff.  (Obi-Wan and Mical got this treatment). So much for happy, fluffy family.   

And then we get to Telos. Again, probably overthinking it because of the Onasi boys, and why Revan was the only Sith smart enough to see a potential gold mine with these “failed” Sensitives.  But there was a key part of Kreia’s description of the planet that stuck with me and it possibly the most terrifying part. Her wording was that initiates who failed their training were sent to Telos to “seed” the planet with “farmers and laborers.” She’s always very precise with her word choices, so that suck out, and brought to mind a very UGLY possibility. Force Sensitivity runs in families,  but Jedi are not able to have acknowledged offspring. And if the Corps “peasantry” are not subject to the “no attachment rule” (I mean, they have a colony to build), it would make a chilling amount of sense that the grain and meat aren’t the only thing being grown and harvested on Telos, given that the KOTOR era was not a shining time for Jedi ethics...

(And yes, if you want to go there, that adds so much more UGLY to Carth and Bastila sniping at one another in KOTOR)

Now, given all that luggage, I’m not surprised Disney does not want to go there. Their labor track record is not great in real life, and the classism implications would not be something they’d want near shiny space fantasy. 

#jedi critical #answer #KOTOR #Carth Onasi #Jedi service corps

[archivedmultibxys]

do you write more tops or more bottoms?

On this blog, I write all of my starters with my muses as tops by default. However, they are not strict tops, most of them (except Bradley) are versatiles who more or less appreciate their ass being played with. Some of them have backstory reasons for not being very well versed into their personal buttplay, some simply just don’t like it, and others do like it.

For instance, you boutta get slapped if you touch Harvey’s ass, because he’s not comfortable with it being played with despite being versatile. And they won’t bottom with anyone, if I do write them as bottoms, it will be with mutuals that I’ve already had a few threads with.

#gay smut rp #smut rp #gay rp #(( « ooc » )) #(( « questions » )) #yes i've decided detective pikachu will be my ooc face #i coulda put baby yoda but he's a baby and that's wrong to use on a smut blog whereas det. pika is a grown ass man

[certified-anakinfucker]

Rules: Copy and paste these questions and make your own post, please do not add onto this one, it’ll get too long too fast. Mahalo. Then tag some of your friends to let them know you’d like to hear more about their ocs! (original by @/queen-breha-organa and I was tagged nine different times so ha)

——— yall are gonna love this one

Name: Anakin Skywalker

Pronouns: he/him

Nickname: Ani, Daar'Ani (Brother Ani; Togruti), 'Kinnie, Insufferable Pain In The/My Ass, Dipshit, Skywalker, Skiirunner, Bro, Kiddo, K'et (son; Cheunh)

One Word To Sum Them Up: Extremely

Noun to Describe Them: Pride

Temperament: Anakin can be very headstrong and more stubborn than a bantha, but it's safe to say he puts his heart into everything he does. He's a very excitable and loving guy, always looking to make more friends to drag into his antics.

MBTI Type: ENFP - The Champion

Enneagram Type: 3 - Competitive Achiever

Other’s First Impression of Them: "Is this dude for real? Or is he fucking stupid?" / He can come off as that over-excited puppy, or that hunt-trained grown ass dog.

General Likes: LOVES spending time with other people, getting to learn from others, showing off, having time to unwind and be obnoxious just a little bit, starfighters, thrill of the chase, friends :)

General Dislikes: Strict order, strict rules, lectures (sometimes), thoughtless chaos, Palpatine., loneliness, denial, motherfucking Ventress, Grievous, this entire war

Romantic Status: Depends; he's either married, fucking, or single.

Love Interest (s): Generally depends on au; sometimes he's with Padmé (albeit under different initial circumstances) or I'm undecided.

Good Friend (s): [Canon] Obi-wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano , Dama Montalvo, Tiplee, Tiplar, Finn Ertay, Barriss Offee, Rachi Sitra, Serra Keto, Varrom Selon; [OCs] Omura Vane, Jicelli Molidero, Aster Biando (@pentothestars), Chandrika Banshara (@/pentothestars), Nathan and Grace Warren (@keys-to-the-stars), Losnook Kuri, Master Mizza'lat'ano and Knight Mizza'ohuwa'langu, Ceres Fauna (@penguinkiwi), Ouro Kronii), Nanashi Mumei

Enemy (s): Sheev Palpatine / Darth Sidious, Ventress, Grievous, Every Kaminoan Ever, that one guy who spilled his Space Horchata this one time, probably more people he's forgotten

Hobbies: Avoiding meditation, avoiding saber practice, sparring with his crechemates and losing, being adoringly insufferable, taking on scores of battledroids because one of them said something mean to one of his clones, fistfighting depression

Songs They Relate To: Centuries - Fall Out Boy

Fictional Characters Similar To Their Personality: bestie you're gonna laugh,

Fun Fact: Anakin is apart of a creche group I like to call "Calamity Creche", comprised of highly-adept beings that were pretty much spawned in by the Force to answer for a long-standing upset in the balance. Members of this creche group include Jicelli Molidero, Aster Biando, Chandrika Banshara, Omura Vane, Nathan and Grace Warren, Losnook Kuri, Tacar Anulig, Serra Keto, Tacar Anulig, Varrom Selon, Ceres Fauna, Ouro Kronii, and Nanashi Mumei!

Free Space/Ramble: - The design I use for Anakin is @nibeul's redesign! - Anakin, now that he's situated in a creche group, is now the middle child who can and will get away with everything. Not that he isn't noticed, but most people don't bother stopping him! - Anakin is stupidly afraid of spiders and Will call the Temple Guard at ass o'clock in the morning to come kill it. - He runs hotter than a furnace, which was hilarious considering his master is Chiss. - Anakin is twice as strong in the Force as Grandmaster Yoda. The only thing that stopped him from curbstomping Yoda was Master Mizza'lat'ano asking him very nicely not to.

Tags: @penguinkiwi, @milfplo-koon, @sith-lord, @purgetrooperfox, @amikoroyaiart, @arcjesse, @friedennic, @shiniest-captain, @jawajawas, @mysteryhacked, anyone else >:)

#cheeri's ocs #technically i stole him #he belongs to me #anakin is someone that can be so personal yknow

[passionesolja]

Why Darth Sidious Would Beat Rumpelstiltskin From OUAT

Right off the bat, we gotta establish that Rumpelstiltskin literally just a highly nerfed, and mild seasoning Sidious.

Dude whole swag from Sheev “Darth Sidious” Palpatine

Dude wanna be Sidious so bad but he ain’t even half way as about it as Sidious is.

These my quick reasons why Rumpelstiltskin is a square and never been head honcho slime for a second of his life.

Sidious Been a Real Slime His Whole Life

When Darth Sidious was 17, he became Darth Plaguies’ Sith Apprentice. A few years before that, he ran over two pedestrians with his landspeeder then proceeded to race competitively. No fucks given.

Like a month before he became a Sith Apprentice, Sidious killed his whole entire family on their space yacht and got away with it. He had enough of Cosinga’s dissing and wiped dude nose. His whole family murked and they personal guards.

Rumpelstiltskin literally got dragged, disrespected, and owned by his dad who was Peter Pan.

A grown ass man being dissed by his dad who a peanut butter mascot.

Sidious would never.

2. Sidious Keeps All His Hoes in Line

Rumpelstiltskin literally in the club crying for his wife to get off Captain Hook dick because she hoeing and not taking care of they baby.

Sidious got 17 concubines and not one baby mama we do not recognize Triclops here. Sidious got nearly a month worth of thots and never once been Captain Save a Hoe.

Not once in his whole life.

Sidious don’t beg for a thottie time, the thotties beg for his time.

Rumpelstiltskin had a wife that disgraced him, and then found a new wife, Bell, who literally always on his top tryna baller block him. And he allowed that.

Sidious know he a king and he respect himself.

3. Sidious Ain’t Need Magic or the Force to Kill

If Sidious hate you, you can get rid of his Force powers, his political status, or a weapon and he’ll still body bag you.

Sidious a 63 year old man, fighting two 30 year old Zabrak men effortlessly. Like shit a leisurely jog.

He wasn’t even going hard on them. He was just messing around and he gave Savage a toe tag like it was nothing.

You take away Rumpelstiltskin powers and he’s literally nothing.

Dude don’t even know a single law, dude can’t even finesse you. He don’t even spin that gold straw into some money to buy a blicky or something.

He’s not even crafty or insidious. He’s just a dude who literally won’t pick up a glock and shoot Captain Hook after he with his son’s baby mama.

Sidious would have fought Captain Hook in a fist fight and killed him with his bare hands.

4. No Opp of Darth Sidious Has Ever Lived

Everyday, Rumpelstiltskin got a new opp get the jump on him.

Literally the whole series is just him getting jumped and owned by people who he knew he had beef with but did nothing about.

Darth Sidious has killed everybody he had ever had beef with, or he’s outlived them.

To get the drop on Sheev Palpatine, you have to do it right and have plot armor. Sidious killed Vader after Vader killed him.

Vader killed him, yeah, but Vader died to get rid of Sidious.

Rumpelstiltskin could never take his opps out with him. He cries and begs whenever they get the drop on him.

It took nearly half the whole Republic cliqueing up to kill Sidious.

If Sidious were in Rumpelstiltskin’s position, all his opps would have been dead and he would have been god emperor of Storybrooke in five years.

5. Darth Sidious is all-in on everything he decides to do

Never once in the entirety of his life has Sidious ever showed any remorse for his actions.

A bitch who think he cute and tryna suck his dick won’t make him doubt himself.

Sidious ain’t ever cry about being a Dark Lord of the Sith. He loves it. He loves shooting lightning out his hands and beating the fuck out Yoda.

Meanwhile, Rumpelstiltskin wishy-washy as hell. Everyday, dude flip-flopping on his life decisions.

Oh he love the dagger. Wait, no, he hates it.

Dude, pick a path and be about it. You not sympathetic you literally just unable to hang.

Sidious has never switched up on his side or his convictions. He loyal to his soil.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Sidious is a better guy. Rumpelstiltskin try to take his “lol evil but I try to it but I also am a sorcerer who’s bad’ swag but just can’t hang.

Basically, Sidious is a real, head honcho slime, chad god and Rumpelstiltskin a frail, broke boi no playboi carti, fake slime.

#star wars #ouat #once upon a time #sheevposting #sheev palpatine #mr gold #darth sidious #rumpelstiltskin #ouat rumple #rumple #sw #emperor palpatine #chancellor palpatine #Palpatine #sw prequels #sw sequels #original trilogy #swtcw #ouat meta #sw meta

[goldenpixel]

Some quick tips for people who write fics and want to write about their characters smoking weed but don’t know anything about it

I’ve never heard anyone irl say “weed cigs” “cigs” or anything like that

The white cigarette shaped ones are called joints, the brown ones are blunts (blunts hit harder than joints do, this is because they are rolled in tobacco papers - same kind as cigars. If your character doesn’t smoke much/at all, a blunt could potentially make them cough so hard they throw up (I’ve seen this happen several times and it almost happened to me the first time I hit a blunt) this is also because most people also don’t have experience smoking tobacco, and that stuff still makes me sick sometimes)

If it’s a small glass thing, then it’s a pipe and it’s called “smoking a bowl” (the “bowl” is the part of the pipe where the weed goes in). Pipes are the really pretty ones that glass blowers make that have super cool designs and colors, stoners are typically very proud of their pipes

If it’s glass and there’s water in it, that’s a bong. Hit a bong wrong or hit it too many times, and your character can get something called “bong burps.” These aren’t pleasant, they’re basically just burps that taste like weed and bong water, and trust me, that’s not a good taste

If it’s a sticky, dark honey type thing, that’s wax, and you smoke it with a dab pen or a dab rig using a blowtorch to heat up the end of the pen or rig, and lightly touching the hot end to the wax and inhaling (these are also called dabs)(a ton of stoners have burn scars from handling blowtorches high)

Joint and pipes are, in my experience, the most common way to smoke weed. And dabs and pipes are the easiest to smoke in terms of how much they’re gonna hurt your character’s throat and lungs

The absolute easiest way to smoke is to shotgun (this is great for steamy fics). Shotgunning is when one person takes a hit, and then blows the smoke into the other person’s mouth. I’ve seen this done platonically and romantically (this is actually how I had my first kiss)

Weed makes people horny. More so girls than boys, but guys get horny too. Every girl I’ve ever talked to has been horny at least 90% of the times they’ve been high. And I’m not talking like in-the-back-of-your-mind horny, I’m talking like if you get high enough, girls will literally be sitting there dripping and guys will be hard as rocks, without having done or thought about anything to make them that way (again, this is much less common with guys, but it definitely happens). Not to mention weed makes you wayyyy more perceptive to touch, so the smallest touch to your thigh and you’re done for, girls and guys alike

If your character is taking edibles, they can take anywhere from 30 minutes to up to 2-3 hours to kick in (much much faster if taken on an empty stomach) and the dosage/amount taken will also determine how hard it hits (again, much much harder if taken on an empty stomach)

Edibles can knock out even the most frequent stoners, especially if taken on an empty stomach. For example, this past 4/20, my friend and I (who both smoke pretty much everyday for years now), took edibles on empty stomachs, and they knocked us on our asses so hard that we didn’t get off the couch for like 7 hours

And if you wanna be really fancy and have your experienced stoner characters tell your inexperienced character exactly what they’re doing, the two types of weed are called Indica and Sativa. Indica knocks you down, and Sativa hypes you up, this can be easily remembered with the saying “Indica: in-da-couch” (take a guess at what type those edibles I mentioned were). Most people smoke hybrids of the two, so they’re not totally knocked down or hyped up. And there are thousands of “strains” that have weird names like “morning mimosa” and “white yoda,” these are the different variations of hybrids that have been selectively bred and grown to be the exact percentage of indica/sativa, a lot of people have favorite strains

The end of a joint or a blunt after it’s been completely smoked is called a “roach”

The smell of weed may be strong, but it doesn’t cling like cigarette smoke does. A quick 15 minute drive with all the windows down will almost completely get rid of the smell in a hotboxed car

If your character could potentially be caught because of the smell, many stoners rub themselves down with dryer sheets to get rid of the smell (hair included)

You can smell a little bit of weed on someone’s breath, stoners with the potential to get caught chew a lot of gum

Depending on how much you smoked, how much you had eaten that day, and how high your tolerance is, people usually come down from a high after 4-8 hours (potentially longer if they smoked a lot and had no tolerance)

You can wake up still high, it’s a disorientating experience

Every stoner I know has a favorite lighter, this is the one they keep on them at all times. They’ve also got 1-2 car lighters, a nightstand/desk lighter, and a backpack lighter

Not everyone’s eyes get super red, it kinda just depends on the person. Most people’s eyes get red, but if they smoke daily, they probably don’t anymore

Weed can make you super cold (also really nice for fluffy or steamy fics), this leads to a lot of cuddling, because stoner friend groups rarely have things like personal boundaries lmao

Idk about other groups, but my group regularly jokes that we all make out every night, because we’re always passing a pipe or a joint or a blunt around

In that same vein, if one person in the group gets sick, everyone gets sick - side effect of all putting your mouths on the same thing. Sometimes this leads to sick smoke seshes, where you put on a good movie and all sit and smoke and be miserable together

Smoking in the morning right after waking up is called a “wake and bake” (most people say this quickly and it sounds more like “waken bake”)

Most people don’t really say “high” all that much, instead there’s a ton of slang words that mean the same thing like “baked” “zooted” “faded” “gone” “smacked” and if they’re both drunk and high, then the slang would be “twisted” “cross-faded” or “crossed”

#this ended up way longer than I intended it to be #but a lot of these are things that I’ve seen fic writers get wrong #so as a resident fandom stoner #I figured I’d help out #if you have questions my inbox is always open!! #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #writing tips #marijuana #weed #recreational drug use #<- that’s the ao3 tag lmao #mcyt #dream smp #smp smokes #golden’s baked #dreamwastaken #highnap #sapnap #georgenotfound #wilbur soot #karl jacobs #jschlatt #feral boys #dream team #dnf #georgenap #sapnotfound #karlnap

[king-nom]

*watching quackity’s drunk fnaf stream*

“tAx fRaUd??”

“stop stalling- IM NOT FUCKING STALLING IM IN THE GAME??”

“yeah that’s right i have no friends”

“IM A GROWN ASS MAN”

“YEAH CLEAN UP YOU’RE MY BITCH”

“I DO NOT SCREAM LIKE GOOFY”

“OH MY GOD HE’S LIKE ONE OF THOSE FUCKING COCKROACHES YOU SEE IN YOUR FUCKING DESK AND THEN THAT SON OF A BITCH STARTS FLYING”

“shut tf up you yoda sounding ass”

“did he just say i have no friends??”

“fuck it”

“minecraft roleplay is an art”

#quackity #fnaf #quotes #quackity quotes #mcyt

[neeterloveschenford]

THOUGHTS ON RNM 3x08

Wow! What an amazing episode!!! I think I have watched it 5 times now.ed And watched all the Malex scenes on youtube repeatedly. Stopped and stared at every gifset I’ve run across. It’s just been an amazing feeling knowing that we won people!!! Malex is back and I honestly don’t think they will be going back. It’s really, finally their time. But I’m going to save them til last because there will be so much flailing! So I’m going to start with the only thing that I had a real problem with in this episode. Why does no one care about Kyle? I’m positive that they know about him. Alex wouldn’t drop everything he dropped in this episode without letting them know where Kyle is. And there is a very bad habit with this show of telling instead of showing. And I totally get why Maria is the priority at the moment. Kyle is presumably stable and being taken care of by Eduardo, while Maria was deteriorating while she was “possessed” by Jones. But still, a little “Hey Alex, how’s my brother?” from Rosa would not have been remiss. But, I guess I just have to take a step back and remember that this is RNM and old habits are hard to break with them apparently.

Now. Let’s move on to the things I loved. I know there was so much hate and salt thrown Maria’s way because she’s rarely written the way she should be. And of course there was all of last season that made a lot of people loathe and despise her. I’ve had my moments where I never wanted to see her on my screen again, but then I took a step back and realized I was putting all of my hatred and upset onto a fictional character. Maria is not the person who wrote such a crappy story for her last season. I think we can all agree that Maria was Carina’s self-insert character. But I decided that I was going to move past my anger and try and embrace her this season. Admittedly, it’s been up and down. I think there have been times when she has definitely been used too much, and times when she was never fleshed out. But this episode her story revolved around what I have always thought was the most interesting part about her. Her heritage. I’ve always been interested in Patricia and what happened to her at Caulfield. To see how she worked with Nora to build the Lockhart machine was great! And then to find out how she was injected with the alien chemicals after Lockhart figured out she was actually helping the people she was supposed to be injecting, that was awesome. I’m glad Maria got to find out more about her family’s past. Now I’m left wondering if Arturo has a past interaction with aliens or a connection to Caulfield. So far we’ve learned about the Valentis, the DeLuca’s and the Manes families. Now we need to find out about the Ortecho’s.

Next I would like to talk about all of the wonderful interactions between the women. I was feeling so much girl power emanating from my tv screen! I don’t care what anyone says, I love the friendships between Liz and Isobel, Isobel and Rosa, Rosa and Maria, Isobel and Maria, and Liz and Maria. They were amazing. I can’t wait to see more of their interactions. I think all of the women (frankly, all of the characters) have grown so much this season. I love the bonds of sisterhood that have formed between our ladies! They were all so supportive and caring with each other. It’s like Maria said, she wasn’t alone, she had her sisters with her! And when Liz said the three women I love, I wanted to cry. They have all come so far this season. Is everything perfect? No. But it’s so much better than it has been. I just want more, more, more.

Liz got to be her badass science self again. I loved the fact that she talked to the horse the entire episode. Sometimes we just have to bounce ideas off of somebody. Why not a horse? And the way she figured out how to disconnect Jones from Maria using Rosa’s new powers was perfection. She really got to see a new side to Rosa this time. I’m so glad that we are getting these wonderful Ortecho sister moments!

Isobel is a bamf! She took on Jones without a moments hesitation and totally kicked his ass! I love her so much! She has grown so confident in her abilities. And the fact that the one moment of doubt she had was when Rosa swooped in with pod Yoda wisdom was exactly what she needed. They are one of my favorite friendships on the show.

And my last thing before I fall down the Malex rabbit hole. My dudes. Get over the hug already! It has been canon the entire time that Alex still thinks of Maria as one of his best friends. As much as y’all want her to have her reckoning for 2x06, it’s not going to happen. If it bothers you so much that all you can do after so much wonderfulness, is complain about Maria, then you need to really think about whether or not this is the show for you. She is not going anywhere anytime soon. Yes, she still annoys me sometimes, but I can put that aside and love the show despite her. I don’t mean to be harsh, but there is just too much negativity out there.

So now for the good stuff. (Rubs hands together.) OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!!!

I cannot believe that we won! We’ve lost so many times. But now WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS MY FRIENDS! We were given a feast with this episode. I mean in the first five minutes we have Alex coming clean to Michael about joining Deep Sky. And instead of blowing up and walking away, Michael actually listened. And what Alex said about making a world where Michael didn’t have to live in fear for the both of them? I nearly died then and there. I seriously could have just had that moment and been happy. The eyebrow flirting was so cute. Then we get it again when they are trying to figure out where Jones was. The heart eyes coming from Michael was glorious. He was so proud of his man and his hacking skills. And we got dorky eyebrow flirting again! Then we have that scene where we learn why Alex is the way he is. I know there has been a lot said about him having a white saviour complex with the story of Omar, but I’ve heard similar stories from actual vets. We tend to let our own feelings about the military cloud our feelings for the men and women who serve. I’m glad that they finally showed Alex’s PTSD. He holds himself away from people because he knows what it’s like to lose people. And Michael rubbing his cheek like that. I almost died again. I just love them so much. And then we get the scene where Alex stops Michael from trying to take the sword from Jones. Him grabbing Michael’s hand like that was downright sexual. I need to fan myself. That’s chemistry folks! And then we get Alex hitting Jones with the truck! What a great parallel with Michael hitting Jesse with his cane. Those boys will do anything to protect each other.

And then we have that scene. SO MUCH GOODNESS! Alex telling Michael about the Lockhart machine. Michael admitting that he knows that he probably won’t get clearance to work on the project. Alex saying he will tell him everything anyway. Our boys have grown so much this season! And the way Michael took off his hat to kiss Alex. I just felt so much in that moment. That kiss was so soft and sweet. When they pulled away, the way Alex looked up at Michael with so much longing was just uh! And Michael’s little exhale and smile. He knows exactly how to put Alex at ease. And then the hug. I am ready to cry right now just thinking about it. I know many people think it was too much too soon, but I beg to differ. This is how I’ve always seen things happening. Once they were both on the same page, it was bound to go down exactly like this. They have so much history and passion between them. And now they can finally admit to each other and themselves that there is no one else in the universe for each other. Their love is so strong. Why shouldn’t they acknowledge their feelings while growing closer. In the end I think it will only make them stronger.

So that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I can’t wait til we get worried boyfriend Michael in the next episode. It’s going to be awesome! Till next time my friends!

#roswell new mexico #roswell new mexico s3 #s3ep8 #it's only my opinion

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Star-Crossed: Bound by Blood

Chapter One

Master List

Pairing: Mando/Din Djarin x OFC Baast’Mal

Warnings: I'm making this up as a go, Canon divergent from the series during chapter 13, mild violence

A/N: I make this stuff up as I go along, if I screw something Star Wars-y up, apologies in advance, I didn't do it on purpose, but I'm new to this Fandom. I will be cross posting this story between AO3 and Tumblr except the smutty bits. Those chapters will only be available to registered users on AO3. (I'm trying something new for people who want to read here on Tumblr, but to also avoid the smut for minors controversy. We'll see how it goes.)

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In the sweltering heat of the jungle, Din Djarin crouched to better scan for tracks in the rotting foliage at the base of the tall trees. Pools of light made it difficult to adjust correctly for the shadowy depths; add in the thermal activity of the plants and animals in this stinking sewer of a planet, and he was having a hard time tracking his quarry. 

When he'd accepted the puck, he hadn't known what he was getting into as her chain code was surprisingly sparse. The only additional information he had was her name - Taa Marel - her last known location and face. 

And what a face. Even on a holo, she was stunning, not that the Mandalorian would let that sway him one way or the other. 

He'd tracked the stolen ship from Bogano, where she'd initially been hiding out to this skug hole of a world that was made to torment men in beskar, causing them to swelter in their helmet.

The kid, however, loved the place. 

Constantly cooing, riding in his pouch, he touched everything he could get his chubby green fingers on. Leaves, flowers, bugs; those, of course, went straight in his mouth. By this point, Mando accepted the womp rat could and would eat just about anything.

Upon arrival, they'd found the ship nose down, destroyed, and abandoned, but the crash landing had created just enough space for Mando to set the Razor Crest down. Then the hunt began.

After three hours of slogging through the heat, he was ready to kill her. After four, he decided death was too good for someone who made him sweat this hard. After five, he was determined to make her suffer. But they were closing in. He could feel it like an ache in his bones.

Tracks led forward, but something didn't sit right with that. They were too obvious. After hours of following such a well-covered trail, this was an insult to his skills. Footprints led straight down a game trail like a beacon meant to lure him astray.

It wasn't right, too easy by far, and the skin on his nape crawled.

He looked up, straight into the eyes of the woman he was hunting. Even through the distorted colour of heat vision, he could see they were a vibrant green.

He moved on instinct, whipcord shooting out, wrapping around her shoulders, and dragging her out of the tree.

She screamed the battle cry of a hunting cat, an inhuman sound before she twisted mid-air and landed lightly, crouched but on her feet. 

"Taa Marel, I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold," he warned her, hand hovering over his blaster.

"That is not my name. And I choose option three."

Her voice kicked him in the groin and made his dick twitch. Stunned, he could only watch as her hands came up and nails like talons shredded his whipcord. 

Someone had left a few things out of her chain code.

"Put the child down."

Mando blinked. "Why would I do that?" 

What did she want with his foundling? Had she heard about him? Would she attempt to take him? 

"I intend to kick your ass, Mandalorian, but I do not hurt children. Put him down."

Surprised, Mando reached for the strap across his chest instead of his blaster. "You're not going to run?"

She lifted a proud chin. "You will continue to hunt me. I would rather die than return to that hell hole, but I will not go easy. I will fight."

She was beginning to impress him with more than just her face. 

Din lifted the strap over his head, his eyes fixed on the target, studying her outside of the holo he'd memorized. 

She stood with her chin raised, body slightly turned in a stance that bespoke proper training. If one could call it that, her green tunic had no sleeves, crossed over her breasts, tied just beneath them, and ended a few inches thereafter, baring the wealth of sun-darkened skin over tightly packed muscles. Pants hugged slim hips, billowed at her thighs, and tied tight to her calves thanks to the soft, short boots that went to her knee. 

Sweat gave her a sheen that made her glow, her vibrant eyes shadowed behind thick, long lashes. Her face was a treasure trove of sculpted brows, sharp nose, and high cheekbones over lips that looked like ripe fruit, begging for teeth. 

A mass of hair, the colour of sand, fell in heavy waves to her hips. It began to darken toward the tips until it was as black as the deepest corner of space.

As he moved the kid, she untied a thin cord from her wrist and slowly began to bind her hair in a low tail.

He'd never met a woman like her, a bounty like her, ever. This one - fugitive or not - had honour in her.

The kid cooed and waved. Her lips twitched into a smile as she winked and waved back.

"Fear not, Mandalorian. Should I kill you today, I will raise your foundling as my own."

Din's blood ran cold. "You won't get the chance."

He hung the child's satchel on a low tree knot and drew the beskar spear from his back in the same motion. Though he'd won the spear from magistrate Morgan Elsbeth on Corvus and helped the Jedi Ahsoka Tano defeat her forces, the Jedi held no answers when it came to the kid. Though, Din wondered if that had more to do with him than the little green monster. She'd told him to seek another Jedi, someone with more training than she, but had given him no direction in which to search.

"He is rather cute," she smirked. "But his kind age so slowly. You will be long dead before he is grown."

Mando paused. "You know of his kind?"

She arched a brow. "You do not?"

He lowered the spear and held up his off-hand. "I am tasked with returning him to his people."

Her posture never changed, but her eyes filled with sorrow. "He has no more people. The last of his kind, or what was thought to be the last, died some years ago. Master Yoda was his name."

"I'm to help him find the Jedi," Mando murmured.

Her eyes lost their sadness. "I cannot help you."

"Will not."

"They are one and the same," she whispered. 

Lightning fast, she rushed him. Mando barely blocked the first swipe of her claws before the second clanged off his pauldron. He used the spear's shaft to knock her back, even as she kicked him in the ribs, bypassing the beskar.

"Do you know the life you condemn me to, Mandalorian, if you return me to that horrible place?" she asked, crouched once again, a few feet away.

"You're a bounty. I don't make deals," he stated, watching his quarry while keeping his body between her and the kid. His ribs smarted, but he'd had worse.

"No. You just work for the people who Purged your planet!" she spat, leaping and clawing. 

She was fast, damn fast. Barely able to keep up, it was all Mando could do not to lose ground until he saw an opening and swept the butt of the spear at her leg.

She jumped back, breath coming hard.

"I didn't ask who the bounty was for." Greef Karga offered him the chance for a big payday, and right now, they could use it.

"You work for the Empire," she sneered. "Returning me to torture and experimentation. Do you think I was always like this!?" She stood and held out her arms, flexing fingers tipped in dark claws. She bared her teeth, revealing wicked-looking canines, then lifted a portion of hair to reveal a sharply pointed ear.

Again he paused, a thing unheard of, to ask, "What are you?" Her chain code said human, but she was certainly not that.

Her proud chin lifted in defiance. "Do you know what a Zentari is, Mandalorian?"

Din inhaled sharply. "That's not possible. They were wiped out."

"All but one. I am Baast'mal, last of the Zentari. The Empire took me as a child and used my gift to ruin me. They bound my blood to the Corellian Sand Panther and Manka Cat. They have so thoroughly defiled my biorhythms that if the constellations were kind enough to cross my path with that of my mate, I do not know if I could bond with him." Pain flickered across her features. "I am sullied, broken. I am a monster," she whispered before shaking herself free of the melancholia and raising that proud chin once more. "So kill me if you can, Mandalorian, for I will not go willingly."

The beskar spear fell from his fingers as Din dropped to a knee and bowed his head. "I am a Child of the Watch. I must offer aid, Zentari. This is the Way."

"The Way?" She took a step back. "The Mandalorians no longer follow the Old Ways. They no longer conceal their face from all but their riduur and ad. The creed is long dead."

He shook his head. "My Tribe is one of zealots. We hold to the old ways of Mandalore. I only recently learned of this as I was raised with them in hiding. The Purge took much, but the ways of the Zentari are remembered in the covert."

She hesitated, eyes wary. "I have faced Mandalorians before. They knew not the Way."

Din stripped his gloves from his hands and held them out, palms up as if catching water. He raised them above his head and brought them down over his helmet, appearing to another as if he washed with air. "Zentari of the Bright Star, may the constellations bless this warrior with a treasure greater than beskar that they would be mine. Cyar'ika. Ka'rta. Riduur."

She inhaled sharply. He watched her fight tears, lip trembling before she closed the distance between them and knelt. She dipped her fingers into his cupped palms as if they held water, brought them to her brow and stroked them down over her eyes and out along her cheeks. 

Her hands shook as she lifted them toward his helmet and laid her palms lightly on the sides of the beskar. 

His hands gently grasped her wrists, her skin warm and soft beneath his fingers. She wouldn't remove it, that he was sure of, but it was an instinct he couldn't deny when someone touched his helmet.

Her voice was whisper soft when she spoke. "Mandalorian, Holder of the Creed, blessed of the constellations. May you raise warriors strong in the Way and find your riduur. Your cyar'ika. Your ka'rta." 

"This is the Way," he murmured, shaken by the encounter.

"This is the Way," she agreed as she drew him forward until his helmet lightly kissed her brow.

The shudder that raced through her raced through him with equal intensity. The Zentari race was a myth, a legend, a beautiful dream. They were so lost to time Din felt like his heart would burst with joy. 

"Have you ever removed your helmet, Mando?" she asked softly.

The shortened form of address made his heart skip. "Not before any living thing." The Droid on Nevarro didn't count, and no matter what Bo'Katan said, the creed was his way. He would never show his face to any besides his wife or children. 

Let Koska scoff as she liked at his traditions. She had not found a Zentari. She likely wouldn't know what to do with the Zentari if she did.

Din rocked back on his toes and pushed to his feet, surprised when she followed him with equal grace. "Zentari, we should return to my ship. The Alor will want to meet you. The covert will rejoice."

"Baast."

He froze as her hands landed lightly on his beskar covered chest. "What?"

"To you, I am Baast." She stared into his visor as if able to see his eyes. 

"Baast," he murmured, wishing he could speak her name without the modulator.

"Yes, Din Djarin," she smiled. 

He still held her wrists, and his hands became her shackles. "How do you know that name?" he demanded.

Long lashes swept her cheeks, a coy smile curling her lips. "Grogu told me."

His grip tightened more. "Who is Grogu?" 

She tilted her head to look past him at the kid cooing at them. "He is Grogu."

"You can understand him?" Din asked, his shock registering even through the modulator. 

"Not in words, but he speaks to those who can listen. Images. Impressions. The Force is strong in him," she smiled at Grogu. "He loves you."

"He's okay." Mando was grateful for the helmet that hid his foolish grin.

"You fool no one," Baast chuckled. She gently twisted her wrists, reminding him of her bondage. 

He let her go and stepped back to pick up the spear. 

"You are a man blessed of beskar," she murmured. "You must be a great hunter."

"Something like that," he murmured. It still shamed him how he'd acquired his armour, but if he hadn't turned in the kid - Grogu - he wouldn't have been as well-equipped to get him back and keep him safe as they ran from the Empire.

Baast headed for Grogu, her smile growing as she lifted down his carrier and situated the baby against her chest. Grogu giggled and babbled something Mando didn't understand.

"Oh, I see," Baast chuckled, casting a side-eye his direction.

"What?" Mando muttered.

"Clan of the Mudhorn. A clan of two." She flicked her claws over his sigil. "I wondered. Grogu explained."

Mando glared at the kid- Grogu. "Don't tell her all my secrets."

Grogu cooed. Baast cuddled him and smiled slyly. By that look, he was pretty sure it was too late for his secrets.

He turned to go, heading back the way he'd come. It would take hours to return to the Razor Crest, and it was already getting dark. 

***

They didn't make it back to the ship before nightfall, but he found a hollow tree in which to spend the dark hours. Creeper vines had choked the life out of the behemoth, leaving them in a cage of vines and dry, dead bark with a wealth of firewood to choose from. 

The fire burned brightly, drafting well, casting shadows across Baast's face and keeping the larger predators at bay. She slept curled around Grogu, lips gently parted. The air had finally cooled at sundown, but now he could see the shivers and goosebumps developing on her flesh. 

Slowly, he leaned forward to remove the cape from his back. Then, just as quietly, he rose, rounded the fire, and draped it over her and Grogu. She stirred but didn't wake, and Din returned to his watch on the far side of the fire.

A Zentari. He could scarce believe it.

She was a myth made flesh—a beautiful dream. Once, when Mandalore still followed the old ways, Zentarus was where many warriors sought their mates, their most cherished riduur. 

A Zentari was always fast and strong and incredibly rare. They grew quickly but aged slowly, their years stretching out into eternity, some said. Fine in face and form, when they met their match, they bonded, taking on traits of the other and giving a few as well. 

A Mandalorian could live a very long time with a Zentari mate. 

But most Mandalorians came home empty-handed as a bond with a Zentari could not be forced, but those who the stars smiled upon, those most blessed with a cherished mate, bonded in ways that grew legends. It was said their children were the most incredible of warriors.

Baast'mal was everything he imagined when told stories of Zentari as a child new to the Tribe. It didn't hurt that she was the most mesh'la female he'd ever seen. Fast. Strong. Deadly. He wondered at what the Empire had done to her, how they could force the blood bonds on Sand Panthers and Manka cats, and just what other mutations they'd caused.

He also wondered at her Force sensitivity. What she felt or even what she could do had not been discussed, but Mando knew there was more to her than he had yet discovered. 

But it was the ache in him, the growing need to once again touch her skin that concerned him. 

It was primal. Feral. It clawed at him. It had him itching to be closer - much closer - to her. He wanted to show her his face and hope she found him as pleasing as he did her. 

Din had nothing to go by in comparison. He'd seen his reflection before, of course, but he had no way of knowing if a woman would think him handsome. He'd had encounters before, ones in which everyone walked away satisfied, some paid for, others freely offered, but the helmet and the beskar never came off.

With her, he wanted to be bare, stripped off all trappings. Din wanted to feel his naked skin against hers. He wanted to taste it.

"You are a very loud thinker," she mumbled, bright eyes glowing softly beyond the fire. 

Mortification filled him. "I'm sorry, I-"

"I do not know your thoughts, Mando," she clarified, "just feel a gentle buzzing from the beskar. It restricts what I pick up from you."

Relief almost had him sagging. Baast closed her eyes, but he was loath to let the conversation end. 

"How old are you?" She looked young, maybe twenty-five.

Her brow twitched, amusement in her smile. "It is rude to ask."

"I wondered how long the Empire had you," he explained. 

Shadows darkened her eyes. "Forty years."

"But they've only been around for thirty," he frowned.

She gave a hollow laugh and sat up. "They have been around much, much longer. I remember the day they came for us. They slaughtered all who fought, men and women. Every child they could catch was rounded up and taken away." She looked away, down at dark claws. "I was the only Zentari to survive the experiments."

"I'm sorry." He was. "I know what it's like to lose everything."

She tilted her head. "You were a foundling."

It wasn't a question, and Din didn't answer her.

"They began experimenting with my blood almost immediately. I was ten when they bound traits of the Manka to me. I was fifteen when they brought in the Panther."

"How? Why?"

Her eyes burned into his. "Because they could." She flexed her fingers. "Because they are depraved. Because they are monsters, who turn others into abominations."

"You're not."

She looked at him in surprise.

Din shifted until he stood and made his way around to her side, where he offered his hand. Baast took it and joined him in the shadows as he led her a few steps away from Grogu. He stripped his gloves from his hands, the need to touch her no longer under his control.

Slowly, he reached up to caress her cheek. He pushed her hair back, revealing the pointed tip of her ear. Her eyes gleamed from behind heavy lids when he stroked his fingers down her tricep and finally cupped her elbow.

He closed his opposite hand around her nape; his thumb pressed to her spiking pulse. "You are no monster."

"My blood is sullied."

"Perhaps. But you remain unbroken," he murmured. "You lived. You escaped. Mesh'la, you are a beacon of shining hope to my Tribe. If there is one Zentari, perhaps there are others."

She closed her eyes. "There is not."

"How do you know?"

A tear trickled down her cheek. "I felt the last die three years ago. It was what gave me the strength to escape."

"Mishuk gotal'u meshuroke, pako kyore," he murmured, rubbing his thumb on her pulse.

"Pressure makes gems; ease makes decay?" A small smile twitched her lips. "Am I a gem, Mando?"

"No." 

She arched an amused brow.

"You are something more precious than any gem," he murmured.

Colour dusted her cheeks. "A Mandalorian who has a way with words? I truly have seen it all," she teased.

He sighed and made sure it echoed through the modulator. "Get some rest." He attempted to move away, but she grabbed him by the belt.

"Stay."

"Baast?"

"Stay." She took his hand, led him closer to Grogu, encouraged him to sit against a fallen chunk of tree, and then curled up beside him, tucking herself under his arm.

"The beskar is too hard," he worried.

"No harder than a prison cell, and you are much warmer. I have not known the comfort of another since I was seven," she admitted.

He sighed again but gave in, curling his arm around her.

"Thank you for your cape."

"Hm."

Her chuckle was more of a low purr. When it rippled through him, Din swore he felt something inside him purr back.

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#Star-Crossed #mandalorian #Mandalorian fanfiction

[moderndayscribing]

losing my mind at how Mandalorian Grogu would be the shortest Mandalorian ever

like full grown Yoda was like what, barely waist high? You’re just chilling in the cantina when you hear a blaster click behind you, and you hear a monotone “I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold,” and you turn around just to see this small ass mf holding you at gun point

#the mandalorian #grogu djarin #mandalorian grogu #a good example of how short people can and will fuck you up

[gch1995]

What I hate is when Kenobists make a big deal of Qui Gon making Anakin his new apprentice. I’ve seen so many posts and fanfictions about it. But it’s ridiculous. Obi Wan was 25!!!! Anakin was 9!!!! Who needed more protection? A grown man who is on the verge of being knighted or a literal child slave? How is that in any way abandonment?

Oh, yeah. You’re right. 25 year old Obi-Wan Kenobi absolutely was being an arrogant, pettily jealous, obnoxious, and snobby manchild in regards to Jarr Jarr Binks and his master Qui Gonn’s interest in taking on Anakin as his apprentice, even though he was well-trained enough to be knighted after ten-twenty years as a padawan.

That being said, as much as I do get on Obi-Wan’s case for being a blindly hypocritical kiss ass to Yoda and a very bad mentor/guardian/friend to both Skywalker boys, I also do actually feel rather sorry for him feeling hurt at losing Qui Gonn as a master after he sees Anakin. He’s not being abandoned by him because, as you said, even without finding Anakin, Obi-Wan was a 25 year old man who was ready for the trials and to be knighted.

That being said, the padawan/master relationship is the closest thing to a child/parental relationship that the Jedis have, so I can see why Obi Wan feels jealous over him taking on Anakin. Qui Gonn wasn’t wrong to do that, though the system was messed up, but he should have mentioned he was going to do it to Obi-Wan beforehand, rather than blindsiding him with that revelation.

#star wars anon #pt star wars #obi wan was being a petty bitch in TPM but I did also feel bad that Qui Gonn blindsided him like that #obi wan kenobi critical #I guess. but not really. it is a fact that he was a bad master/teacher/friend/guardian to the skywalker boys and a petty bitch in tpm #I actually do feel sympathy for obi wan here in tpm still #qui gonn jinn #anakin skywalker

[loki-hargreeves]

The Mandalorian is 10x funnier if you watch it while picturing that Baby Yoda has the mental capacity of a 50 year old grown ass man. Like imagine if his inner voice sounds like Morgan Freeman. 

#the mandalorian #baby yoda #pls don't add spoilers to this yet #din djarin