okay so i was having thoughts this morning about how i believe that obi-wan was probably t h e best master for anakin under the circumstances (and a few others) and how as much as i hate predestination, if you accept anakin as (one of?) the chosen one(s), then he is fated to bring about the fall of the Jedi - cos you can’t have balance when the lightside outnumbers the darkside by as much as it does. and i started thinking about how what if the universes where obi-wan is his master greatly delays him fucking off to the darkside and bringing about the end of the Order? well, he was all of 23 when that happened, which means in other universes, where obi-wan is not his master, he probably abandons the order much younger than that.
okay, so - an au where.
an au where qui-gon lives. despite reasons why it probably wouldn’t happen, he becomes anakin’s master, obi-wan fucks off to do Knight Things and Grow As His Own Person. anakin has his canonical crisis of faith and great realization that being a jedi is difficult and not actually all that he thought it was going to be. he fucks off from the order - say around the age of fifteen?
qui-gon, despite everything, goes off to hunt him. despite this “betrayal”. after all, anakin is the chosen one, right? so he even goes so far as to call in obi-wan to help him find anakin. meanwhile, anakin is employing every last trick in the book to remain out of reach. he won’t go back - he won’t. he can do more good out there in the galaxy, instead of tied down by the (hostile, tbh) jedi order.
it just so happens that obi-wan finds him. rather than try to arrest him or anything (leaving the order is not a ‘take into custody’ offense, as obi-wan well knows) and actually talks to anakin about the reasons why he’s fucked off. he finds the reasons understandable. besides, becoming a jedi is not being conscripted. anakin has the right to leave if he feels like it. obi-wan tells him that it’s fucking dangerous for a half-trained force sensitive out there in the wild galaxy, but when anakin doesn’t change his mind (because he’s hella stubborn tbh) obi-wan is just like “welp” and lets him go. he tells qui-gon he never found anakin, but that it’s really unreasonable to hunt the kid down for fucking off. it’s another thing that qui-gon and obi-wan don’t see eye-to-eye with.
so that’s that, right? they’ll never see the chosen one again.
but wait, there’s more. So of course the Sith find anakin. he must bring balance to the force. Dooku and Sidious play bad cop/good cop until anakin is firmly under Sidious’ thumb. (presumably, Qui-gon would have found nine hundred different ways to keep anakin away from palpatine, who might even have been the one to plant the idea of running off into anakin’s head on the few times when he was allowed to speak with the kid). anakin goes corrupt, as you do when siths are fucking with your head, and the story proceeds.
here it is, the fall of the jedi order, and order 66.
ymmv what happens to qui-gon. does he live through even this? or is he shot down protecting obi-wan? in either case, obi-wan survives as he tends to, trying to regroup with the rest of the surviving Jedi. of course, you have this wretched sith lord, Darth Vader, hunting them all down. his skill with a blade is unparalleled. no jedi who has faced him has survived.
when he finds them, obi-wan stays back, sacrificing himself to save the others. and yet, to his surprise, darth vader does not kill him. darth vader himself does not understand entirely why, only that once when he was very young, a jedi heard him out and let him go.
he does not let obi-wan go, but neither does his blade fall.
Request for batfam angst with Damian’s s/o please? And I love your writing 💖
Pairing: Damian Wayne x reader
Summary: You are a former assassin and you and Damian fall in love but the rest of the batfam are more than wary of you.
Words Count: 1157
Genre: angst but fluff at the end
Notes: So i got like 5 requests for this subject exactly so i just combined then into this fic, I hope you don’t mind!
Damian is like 18 in this
“Damian! Open your eyes! The woman you’re in love is a killer! She could kill you and never bat an eye!” Jason yells.
This fight had been raging for months.
“Jason you hypocritical fool! Look at yourself before you judge her! You have a much higher body count and at least she is remorseful.” Damian shoots back.
You sat in the corner of the Batcave, content in letting those two fight it out. You lost your urge to fight this battle when you saw that there was no possible way that the Wayne’s would ever accept you. In your past you had been an assassin for the League of Assassins, but you left that all behind when you met Damian. He was the love of your life, you would give up anything for him.
drawing meme 3 of 3 - @sailorspencer requested jupiter/mercury A4 from >this<
a sailor moon request!?! what! how fun!!! XD i was all too happy to do this one! and honestly, this isn’t a pairing i had ever thought to do before! loved it! <3
(o 3 o) <3 i actually might still do a few more of the requests i was sent over the next week or so! i got sent some pretty fun ones! (^ v ^) so if i didn’t do yours, you may still see it! thank you to everyone who took part! i had a really fun time! <3 <3 <3
a super hot one in thigh-high fishnet stockings and a pointy
black hat, because halloween is her favorite goddamn holiday, right, and she relishes having an excuse to binge eat
fun-sized kit kats and wear skimpy satin lingerie to a month’s worth of frat
after all, her needs are pretty basic at this stage in her
collegiate career—she drinks rum like a pirate and has a rotating schedule of
respectfully discreet one night stands and she doesn’t really give a shit about anything else. not in october. not on halloween.
she didn’t used to give
a shit about anything else.
“hey, watch where you’re fucking going, asshole,” she snaps, jumping
back on wobbly stiletto heels to avoid the avalanche
of bud light sloshing out of some guy’s cup.
some huge guy, she
notices, belatedly. like. six feet and some fucking change, in a ratty green flannel with the sleeves cut off, buttons
undone all the way to the industrial
yellow tool belt slung low across his hips, exposing a literal wonderland of
smooth brown skin and bulky ridges of muscles and holy goddamn shit but she wants to drip melting
fucking autumn scented candle wax all
over this guy’s body. she doesn’t even care
about whatever’s going on with the whole face situation. tall, dark, and angry
looks like a carnival ride of orgasms.
“did you say something?” the guy asks, shortly, casting an
irritated glare at the spot where she’s clutching his forearm. his very strong,
sturdy, large forearm.
“oh, just, um,” she stalls, thinking quickly; his gaze
lingers on her cleavage as she flounders, just for a moment, but she can’t
really blame him. her tits are magnificent.
“what are you supposed to be?”
it’s a stupid goddamn question—she knows it, he knows it, the
battery acid masquerading as jungle juice spilled all over fucking floor knows it. still. she has a goal, here.
“a construction worker,” he answers, flatly.
“oh, cool,” she says, and the incredulous slant of his mouth
makes her wonder if she can, like, annoy
him into submission. into wanting, no, needing to just—just shut her up. she thinks he’d probably fuck
her like he meant it, maybe pin her
to the bed with one of those massive hands clamped around the back of her neck,
holding her in place while he growled the kind of mean, filthy shit she usually
has to work up to.
he raises an eyebrow.
“where do you live?” she asks politely, twirling a
barrel-curled strand of hair around her finger.
“off campus,” he grunts, and then frowns. his entire demeanor
exudes menace. she presses her thighs
together at the thought. “i’m not—i don’t go
here. i’m the trainer for the football team.”
romilda absolutely cannot fucking fathom why he might’ve chosen to tell her any of that, but she
supposes it’s possible she’s just getting better at pretending to care about
other people’s lives.
“you should take me there,” she says, flashing him a smile
that she knows for a fact is twice as inviting when it’s shiny and slick with
her current shade of cranberry red lipstick.
“huh?” he looks confused. not so sharp, then. she decides she’s
okay with that, though. she bets he takes direction really well.
“off campus,” she clarifies, tossing her shoulders back under
the guise of adjusting the laces crisscrossing the front of her corset. “you
should take me there.”
his expression ripples with—surprise, maybe; interest, definitely—before settling somewhere in
the vague vicinity of coollyneutral. she bites back a grin at that. not
so dumb, after all. not so easy.
“yeah,” he eventually says, slowly, eyes sweeping over her
from head to toe and back again, like he’s savoring the view. “i should.”
The first character I first fell in love with: Either Gordon or Alyx The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: ADRIAN SHEPHARD The character everyone else loves that I don’t: Not really anyone, I don’t think The character I love that everyone else hates: Probably Breen, pFFT The character I used to love but don’t any longer: Not really anyone, but I can tell you the reverse- I used to hate Barney Calhoun now I love him The character I would totally smooch: Alyx or Barney, but only on the cheek The character I’d want to be like: Eli! :0 The character I’d slap: Breen, Mossman, maybe Sheps if he really deserves it A pairing that I love: s o many… A pairing that I despise: G-Man / Literally anyone, ESPECIALLY his employees. Also Alyx / Barney romantically
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