oh gods it is way too early in the morning for me to be awake (on a saturday no less) but i just downloaded another plunny from The Aether TM and it seems Mines relevant enough that yall might enjoy
for Reasons everyone in Dooku's familie dies when he's still a teen (Jenza maybe only in a coma or smt) and he HAS to take over (also for Reasons)
only. he has no clue.
the only thing he DOES know is that a ruler needs lackeys. loyal officers. something like that (sifo had him watch a period drama the week before, it left an impression)
so he recruits the only people he can think of as his definitely-not-jedi-padawan certainly-loyal-to-a-fault goons: Sifo-Dyas, Jocasta Nu, Lorian Nod and Arath Tarrex (well, Arath just kinda inserted himself there but Dooku can see the merits of having someone who's more of an asshole than him close by. Makes him look bettter, and that's what this all is about, no?)
cue a LOT of shenanigans where five jedi-raised teens suddenly take over a planet's government and proceed to do politics with, like, medium success
at most
but a lot of violence (mostly on Arath's part, he kinda just attracts explosions) to make up for it
oh but they found the dragon in the basement, so that's fun (the serennians are horrified)
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cowboy
bob falfa x reader
note: everyone go watch american graffiti before it leaves netflix september 1st. you won’t regret it.
“come on baby, one drive is all i’m askin’ of ya.”
“she doesn’t wanna drive with you~”
“don’t speak for me,” you snapped, leaning forward so the handsome man in the cowboy hat could see you, “at the red light!”
he tipped his hat, a grin on his face. john turned to you, glaring, “the hell are you thinkin? goin’ with him?”
“i can do what i want. you may be my brother, but i’m doin’ this whether you like it or not.”
“and if i run the red light?”
“i’ll jump out of the car while it’s moving then.”
“you wouldn’t.”
“watch me,” you challenged, grabbing your purse. “stop at the red light.” you ordered, and were surprised to find that he did so. the car came to a halt and you rushed out of the vehicle, not even bidding john a goodbye before running around the front of the car, towards the dark vehicle on their left.
you tugged open the door, flashing bob falfa a grin, “hi.” you greeted. “hey baby,” he said with a smirk, “how you doin’ tonight?” he questioned as you closed the door.
“better now that i’m here with you.” the man had one hand on the wheel, the other wrapping around your shoulder, pulling you close. “you’re a very pretty gal, sugar. anybody ever tell ya that?”
slowly you nodded, “a few times.”
his smirk only grew, “ever had anyone show ya?” you didn’t really understand what he was saying at first, but the lustful look he was giving you was enough to know.
“no…”
the light before them turned green, and bob pressed his foot down on the pedal, winking at you, “well don’t worry baby, i’ll show ya a good time.”
you couldn’t help but smile. that didn’t sound so bad.
as the drive continued, bob tried to strike up conversation, “so, who’s that guy you were ridin’ with? he’s got a stick up his ass.”
“my brother.” you murmured, “he is a pain in the ass.” you added with a laugh before glancing up at him, “that’s a nice hat ya got there cowboy, you should let me try it on.”
he arched his brows, taking his eyes off the road for a second, “well ya know the rule, don’t ya?” slowly, you shook your head.
a laugh bubbles from his lips, “well ya wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.” you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. but, a smile tugged at your lips regardless, “okay hotshot.” and without another word, you lifted your hand, snatching the hat from atop his head, placing it upon your own.
his hazel eyes widened slightly, before he nodded, “okay baby, i see how it is.” you felt the vehicle begin to pick up speed, and then you knew you were in for a fun night.
and there would be many more to come in the backseat of bob falfa’s 1955 chevrolet one-fifty.
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