I mean the bad news is we did literally pull him from a volcano so his limbs are pretty fucked and he can't breathe right but the good news is we reckon we can sort that with a suit and a mask to get him extra oxygen
Okay cool. See while you're doing that, can you put a voice changer in it?
He sounds like a whiny little bitch I need you to make his voice deeper so people will take him seriously
I mean we could try but-
How are you gonna fix his limbs
We thought standard prosthetics would-
wow original trilogy nerds are going to love the new movies! We've got so many cameos and homages to the OT! We've got that droid that exploded in a new hope back from the dead, max rebo's wife, tarkin's dusty testicle,
what about Lando Calrissian?
lucasfilm execs, plugging their ears and running away:
sorry? what was that? we just? can't hear you?
Finally a new DAV fic! Sorry for the long wait, everyone. (If you want to read the whole series, the best place to do so is on AO3.)
This one begins very shortly after Trophies, but covers a span of several months during Anakin’s wild bantha chase for the location of the Rebel base between ANH and ESB. It will be a two-parter, as well: the next part will be from Leia’s point of view.
In part one you get: Anakin building a lightsaber and definitely not having any conflicted thoughts about Obi-Wan Kenobi, or any parental feelings about Leia. Nope. None at all. Also we get a glimpse of the secret network of free droids within the Imperial ranks. And there’s a lot of Tatooine folk magic. (If Master Obi-Wan could see this, he’d be very grumpy indeed.)
Title is taken from Deb Talan’s song of the same name, which is basically the Anakin and Leia theme song for this ‘verse.
Warnings for: some body horror (mainly because Anakin has a morbid sense of humor), implied abuse, medical situations, burning, and…casual talk about murder?
Part 1: The
His new left hand was nearly identical to the old one.
Anakin smiled to himself without any real humor as he tested the fingers. He
wondered darkly if his Master had a store of such things somewhere, just
waiting. He’d certainly been ready enough with the life support suit, all those
Ok, I’m talking about the purr. What do you think I mean?
film makers have said that they chose a cats’ purr for Kylo’s force sound
because it was supposed to be raw and primal. Ok I get that he’s raw and primal but when you think about a cat purring, that is not the first thing that comes to mind.
Cats most famously purr when they feel deep affection for someone, cats purr when they love you, cats purr when they are happy and excited to see you. Few people actually know that cats also purr to heal themselves.
In the woods, after he discovered she’s seen the map, the stormtrooper
comes and interrupts him when he’s very close to Rey I might add..(what
was he doing?)
Then suddenly he’s purring…literally purring
when he says “forget the droid, we have what we need”. I only just heard
this purr now because the sound is better in the new version. I just don’t
think they could have been more suggestive about what he feels
towards Rey with the sound here.
Affection, happiness, excitement and healing when he meets Rey for the first time.
it seems to only be obvious and enhanced when he’s around Rey. Both
times he is in her mind you hear it. You don’t really hear it with Poe.
And now Rey’s force sound…They chose a heartbeat…a heartbeat?. A
Heartbeat is a symbol of love, life and passion. You hear it when
she is connecting with Ren in the Interrogation scene.
So just step back and look at this for a
second, they gave Ren a purr and Rey a heartbeat, then they mix them together. A life giving force
sound meets a force sound which wants love and to be
healed..A heartbeat heals.
Idk what to call this // Clones x getting walked in on during an intimate moment
MAGOR TRIGGER WARNING: a lot of sex/intimacy is mentioned. In every single one. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Rex: pure exasperation.
Rex was enjoying one of the few intimate moments that the two of you got to spend together. Enjoying it a little too much to be on guard. I mean, with lips locked together, tongues fighting, legs wrapped his waist, him holding you up with hands on your ass pressing you against the wall, your hands cupping his face, hushed moans, stifled groans, and a certain scent filling the air… A shiny walking into the room was really the last thing he was worried about until he heard something drop followed quickly by a loud curse. Immediately you stopped and came up with the first excuse you could think of.
“Yes, Captain, you’re hair is completely even. You did an excellent job trimming it.” You gasped out, still out of breath. Even in the dimmed lights, Rex could see your blush practically glowing.
“Trooper? OUT.” He ordered. He was sure there was a ‘yes sir’ as he set you down. “Every damn time.”
“I know there’s a broken down gunship where no one will look?” You offered. He huffed a laugh.
“That’s what we thought about the droid repair supply closet.”
Cody: what the hell Cody?
Hearing some of the horror stories from his fellow troopers, Cody usually tried to avoid intimate moments with ANY of his brothers around. But that doesn’t mean he completely ignores you, and he made that very clear on nights like those. He would sit in his bed, back against the headboard with your back against his chest, leaving plenty of love marks all down your neck and back. Sucking a sweet little spot under your ear and you squirming against him, neither of y’all heard the knocking at the door. So when the door opened to reveal Captain Rex, it startled Cody. A lot. So what does he do? Instead of continuing to suck on your neck, he (out of surprise) accidentally chomped down on your neck.
“Ahh!”(You) And “Kriffin Motherfucking shit!”(him)
“I’ll…. come back later.” Rex muttered, spee waking away.
“Am I bleeding?” You asked Cody, before he examined the mark on your neck.
“No, but you’ll have a bruise other than a hickey tomorrow.”
Fives: mildly inconvenienced
Skilled fingers unbuttoned your uniform pants, expertly dragging the down over your legs, making sure his fingers traced every inch. Then he slowly started taking your shirt off, kissing up a pathway on your stomach as the skin was exposed, he stopped at your breast and-
“Fives, did I leave my-KRIFFIN HELL.” Was exclaimed from the door. Fives jumped over you and looked up.
“Well don’t just stand there, close the door! My girlfriend is naked literally right here.” Fives hissed, jerking his blanket from the foot of his bed to cover you with. (You were currently trying to hide behind his bare chest.)
“Right, Right- believe me you don’t have to remind me.” The other arc trooper threw back, closing the door and turning around to allow you time to get your shirt back on.
Five minutes and some explaining later, Echo was teasing the two of you as you blushed into Fives’ chest. That’s how Echo figured out his brother was getting a lot more action than he thought-and not just on the battlefield.
“So you wanna leave? So we can co-” Fives questioned, drawling out the last words. Echo threw his hands up.
“Not another word, I’m gone.”
Kix: Thankful that Hardcase is blissfully ignorant
It was supposed to be foolproof. The two of you in your quarters after you finished for the day and he finished his daily duties. So without even caring to lock the door or turn on the lights, he was already on top of you in your bed- showing you just how skilled he was with his hands. So when Hardcase busted in unannounced while Kix had his hand in your pants, you were ready to die of embarrassment. Fortunately, it was pitch black and the light from the doorway only shined onto Kix, who was shielding your body from view.
“Hey (Y/N), - oh hey, Kix, why are you here? Is something wrong with (Y/N)?” Hardcase had always been oblivious, but you never realized how bad until that point.
From on top of you, Kix nodded, “Our engineer was feeling a little woozy, so I was just helping her get settled for the night.”
Hardcase nodded, “Oh, Nevermind then, feel better soon.”
Once Hardcase left, Kix locked the door this time. “Was that a complete mood killer?”
“Little bit.” You answered.
“Yeah, I figured.”
Echo: embarrassed but probably finds it funny.
In all honesty is was little reckless, you straddling him in the med bay with nothing but a privacy curtain pulled around his bed-but hey the two of you were celebrating him being alive. So with you on top of him (fortunately already shirtless), and him holding your hips in place.
“Force, you’re beautiful.” He grunted. You smiled in response lowering yourself so you could kiss him on the lips.
“Hey, Echo, do you think you’re up for comp-” You heard from the curtain as it was being peeled back. In surprise you jumped up and then subsequently fell off the cot, pulling his blankets with you- brilliantly hiding your bare chest from the shell shocked Medic.
“I’m so not sterilizing that.” Yelled one of the nurses from across the way. Echo turned even redder than you, and that was saying something.
“I was gonna ask if you were up for some company, but I got my answer. ‘Saving it for after the war’ my ass!” Kix teased turning right back around from Echo’s glare. “At least wait until his stitches are out!”
“Mood = Killed.” You sighed. He laughed, tossing you your shirt.
Wolffe: unfazed really.
The wolf pack commander was very excited to see you after you had been gone for so long. (Being temporarily reassigned was a bitch- especially when you’re we’re dating your commander.) Fortunately, the hangar was a ghost town, making it the perfect opportunity for Wolffe to have you pressed against the side of an X-Wing kissing every inch of you. Right as he was sucking on your neck, making marks that would last for days, someone cleared their throat. Yelping in surprise, you would have fallen if it hadn’t been for Wolffe now actually holding you up, you would have been a mess on the floor. Making sure your were upright, Wolffe turned around and jumped to attention.
“Attease, Commander. Good evening, Miss (Y/N).” Jedi-Master, Plo Koon greeted in a ‘yeah I saw look.’ You swore he was smirking under that mask. “Don’t mind me, I’m just looking for my cloak.”
After the kel-dor was out of sight, Wolffe looked at you. After he cracked one of his smiles and you returned it, he picked you up bridal style and took you to the commander’s quarters. His lips didn’t leave yours the entire way.
Requested by anon, this was fun to write
can i have a star wars request ? where the reader is part of the empire (she is badass and has a bad character) During one of her missions she is captured by the rogue one, And bodhi remembers her because he used to have a crush on her ? Thank XX ❤️
Took my own kinda spin to this….
You woke up with a jolt. The feeling of cold metal against your arms sent shivers down your spine. Your wrists, you found out, were shackled with chains that were attached to the walls. You pulled, willing your strength to break the melding. You pulled with no result.
“It won’t work,” you spun your head away from the chain with a hiss. Your eyes met with the brown eyes of a Rebellion commander. You snarled to yourself and turned your attention back to the contraption holding you back. Your physical training, a requirement in the Empire’s ranks, yielded no reward. You let out a small huff, but didn’t give up.
“We caught you infiltrating the base,” the commander started, “we assume to gather information. But why would the Empire send their greatest, strategic asset?” The man started to pace along the cell bars, safe from your rage. The way he described you, in regards to the Empire, made your blood run cold. The Rebellion had intel on you, your work, and most likely your past.
“You don’t know anything, space trash,” you hissed through gritted teeth. The commander huffed and shook his head. Your eyes followed him as he walked; he paced like a Captain in his ship. Perhaps you were being interrogated by a Fulcrum Spy.
“You’re Y/N L/N, an Imperial General who is specialized in strategy and,” he paused, “torture of war criminals.” You swallowed hard at his words. “Now,” he stopped walking, “tell me why you went all this way?” You stared into his eyes, seeing a coldness that mirrored your own.
“You’d make a violent Imperial,” you said, still holding eye contact. The man’s face fell in that moment and you knew you hit a nerve. “Your kills don’t haunt you anymore do they?” You continued to taunt him, knowing what to push and pull. The captain stood up and stepped away from the bars of the cell. You felt a sly smile rest on your features as he stormed out.
“She read me,” Cassian spat when the containment door shut behind him. “Read me like a holocron.” Mon Mothma stayed through the window at the prisoner. She watched as the Imperial pulled mercilessly at the chains holding her back. Cassian stood beside the Senator, waiting for an order. Mon let out a small sigh.
“Shall we send in a droid,” Cassian suggested. Mon turned to glance at him, a spark in her eyes. He had obviously crossed a line.
“We are not the Empire, Captain Andor.” Cassian nodded at her correction, feeling that maybe the prisoner was right about him; but before he could follow that thought any further, the hallway door flew open. Cassian turned around to see Bodhi, his hair wild and cheek flushed from running. The winded pilot was followed by Jyn, who also looked flushed.
“I tired to stop him,” Jyn started but Cassian was distracted by Bodhi. The pilot pressed himself close to the glass window. His large brown eyes watched the girl in the cell. Mon Mothma stepped towards him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“What is it, Mr. Rook?” Bodhi continued to study the girl before turning to Mon. He held her gaze with a confidence he was unaware he possessed.
“I know her,” he said, “let me talk to her.” Cassian’s eyes widened and he stepped forward. Mon stared intently into Bodhi’s stare, thinking about his request.
“Bodhi, she’s dangerous. She even got to me and that’s-” Bodhi shot Cassian a hard look. The captain stiffened as he gazed at the pilot.
“How do you know her?” Mon asked, trying to defuse the situation. Bodhi turned away from Cassian and back to the girl in the cell. Bodhi watched as Y/N, yes he knew her name, yanked on the chains holding her back. He could remember her, yelling at other Imperial. Never once did she yell at him. The fond looks that would go between them in the halls.
“When I worked in the Empire,” Bodhi looked back at Mon and Cassian, “I knew her there.” Mothma nodded and looked back at Y/N, so did Bodhi. Memories of Bodhi’s time in the Empire were full of her; her eyes and sometimes, if he was lucky, her smile.
“Are you ready to go in now?” Mon turned back to glance at Bodhi, who nodded swiftly. “Captain Andor will brief you and what to ask.” Bodhi walked over to the door and Cassian followed. Before he could open the door, Cassian stopped him.
“Don’t push it, okay? If she starts to chip away at you, get out of there.” Bodhi nodded softly, “Ask her about why she came here and any plans the Empire may have.” Bodhi moved closer to the door, but Cassian stopped him once more.
“She won’t do anything,” Bodhi said softly, “not to me.” Cassian gave him a quizzical look. Bodhi swallowed hard, waiting for the remark he sensed was coming.
“How do you know?” Bodhi opened his mouth, ready to speak; but no words came out. Cassian watched as Bodhi pushed open the door and into the jail.
Prompts? What prompts? I’m making this up as I go along.
Have a Star Trek style convoluted plot, anon. Aka the best kind.
Cody stands at attention beside General Kenobi as the negotiations with the T!liteeans slowly goes from bad to ready-your-blaster.
Cody hadn’t expected much. Despite Kenobi being a renowned negotiator, the T!liteeans were famous for their inability to distinguish either side of the Clone Wars conflict. Kenobi had just spent the last to hours attempting to convince them that, no, he was not a droid. To little effect.
When of the three-armed semi-humanoids slaps the table with one hand and crosses the other two across their chest, Kenobi pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. Shortly after, a recess is called.
Kenobi calls Cody to his side in the hallway outside.
“Commander, I’ll need to ask a favor of you to prove to the T!liteeans that we mean them no harm.”
Cody nods, not quite sure what this entails, but trusting his General to know what he’s doing.
When they return into the meeting hall, Kenobi asks him to take off his helmet. Growing more curious by the moment, Cody obliges.
“Representatives,” Kenobi begins, the translation device on his wrist translating his words into the sharp click vowels and soft consonants of the T!liteean language. “You asked for proof that we are not droids.” At this point, he gestures Cody over. Cody obeys. “What I’m about to show you is something that no droid is capable of doing.”
With that, Kenobi places a hand on the back of Cody’s neck, tilts his own head up, and kisses him.
It isn’t a chaste kiss, either. Kenobi works his mouth open, clicks their teeth together, darts his tongue along Cody’s lips.
By the time he’s finished, Cody is seeing stars. Kenobi, to his credit, appears none the worse for wear. He turns back to the T!liteeans and holds out a hand. “Surely that’s convinced you?”
The T!liteeans glance around with what amounts to eyes to their race, and then one of them – the one that had slapped the table earlier – rose up.
“It is acceptable.”
On the transport a short time later, Kenobi pulls Cody aside. “I appreciate you trusting me, Commander,” Kenobi offers him a blithe little smile. “You did well back there.”
Cody clears his throat. “Ah, thank you, sir.” He pauses a beat. “Can I ask you a question?”
“It’s just… you know, clankers can’t eat, either.”
Kenobi’s eyebrows had disappeared into the fringe of his bangs. “Yes, I’m aware. Your point.”
“Well, what I mean, sir, is that… not that your plan was wrong, but. Um.” He is making a complete muck-up of this. Better to just come out and say it. “Why’d you kiss me?”
Kenobi crossed his arms, and a playful look crossed over his features. “It was eons more fun.”
Request: @love-of-less imagine where ur with Ben and ur gonna tell him that y'all are expecting, but at the time where he decides to turn to dark side. And ur just told that Ben was killed, but a few months later kylo ends up going to a planet/village where u happen to be and he senses u and has u brought on board then he like interrogates u like ‘you’re with child’ and then big reveal. Sorry that was long oops
A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I’m a sucker for angst and this is something pretty different to write, I always enjoy different ideas; anyway, enjoy!
Word Count: 3K+
The sensation of excitement was overwhelming you, the rush coursing through your veins as you sprinted across the halls. A smile grew on your face, and with each step, and only became wider. It wasn’t something you should’ve been cheery about, but you were. Even if you had been a Resistance soldier who had fallen in love with a Jedi in training, it wasn’t all of a big deal…right?
You watched as Obi-Wan lined up the final droid in front of you, and you checked your console. Obi-Wan strolled up next to you, slightly out of breath, and peeked over your shoulder as you checked to make sure all the droids were here. You and Obi-Wan were assigned to register some droids to the ships in the Jedi Temple, a tedious job which had to be done.
“Are we all done?” Obi-Wan groaned, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “Qui-Gon said we could have the rest of the day off once the job is done.”
“Almost.” you laughed, swiping some things at your tablet. “Be patient.”
You finally registered the last droid, then frowned. You checked the records again, and looked up at Obi-Wan, who studied your expression.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned, and you looked back at your tablet.
“One of them’s missing.” you muttered, and Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow.
“What do you mean one’s missing?” he asked, and you rolled your eyes.
“We’ve lost one of them.” you clarified, and Obi-Wan scoffed before realized you were being serious.
“How could we lose an entire droid?” Obi-Wan explained, before you quickly clapped a hand over his mouth.
“Shh!” you hissed, looking around. “We’re going to get into trouble-”
“Too late.” a low voice piped up, and both you and Obi-Wan froze as you slowly turned around. Qui-Gon strolled up to the two of you, chuckling as he shook his head. “You lost a droid?”
“No?” both you and Obi-Wan chorused uncertainly, and Qui-Gon smiled.
“You guys go ahead and take a break.” he waved his hand, and you and Obi-Wan exchanged glances. “You’ve spent all day doing boring work, I’ll take care of this.”
“You’re the best!” Obi-Wan exclaimed, before quickly composing himself. “Master.”
“Go, before I change my mind.” Qui-Gon laughed, and you grabbed Obi-Wan’s hand and sprinted out of the hangar.
I love how some have pointed out in the novelization (good video by @cobwebbinghere) how Kylo Ren keeps using the phrase ‘what I need’. Then, you take a look at the forest scene in the movie between Kylo and Rey as he’s addressing a stormtrooper saying, “Pull the division out. Forget the droid. We have what we need.”
Later, Hux walks into a conversation between Snoke and Kylo Ren after Kylo has failed to get the map from Rey and Hux says, “Ren believed it was no longer valuable to us (the droid), that the girl was all we needed.”
Ben has no chill when it comes to Rey. Seriously. Everyone knows.
Got some more essays on why the Dangerverse is good? 👀 I'm always here for that kind of stuff.
DO I? I accidentally wrote an essay once (not even for a class) on the symbolism of masks in the Danger days universe. I can see if I can dig that up for you, let me know.
Also I have a theory where The Girl and the Ultra Vs are kind-of symbolic of us (the fans or younger generations in general), The Girl being what he hopes we become and the Vs being what he fears we become.
And the droids. Oh, the droids. Here are some thoughts on the droids:
The fact that the droid characters he focuses on are sex workers. They were literally made to be objects for other people’s sexual pleasure, but they end up having agency and Blue helps bring down Battery City. One of my favorite moments in the comics is when Blue smashes open the vending machine because she’s finally fed up with playing along in a system that gives zero shits about her. She was good. She behaved. And all it got her was the love of her life being taken away. So fuck you, vending machine.
The fact that they are told they can’t survive outside of the city might be roughly equating to how people in abusive relationships (romantic, parental, pimp, even with a bad environment) are told they’ll never survive outside of the relationship.
The fact that they have complex emotions. Everyone assumes they don’t because they’re droids. But they do. At times I think they are even more human than some of the other human characters, especially in Battery City where you’re told emotions aren’t needed. Val goes off the rails and turns into a killing machine (pointed language intended) thinking he’s protecting people, but he’s really not helping. Blue is ready to die as long as she can die with her love. And here’s another interesting point: in the ad for porno droids, they are given personalities. I think that says a lot about who buys them. Specifically “I want someone to have sex with, but, like, someone who actually has a personality so they’re nice and caring to me. But I also want to have no obligation whatsoever to give anything back emotionally or have any kind of long-term commitment.” Ugh. Sorry, but humans are legit the worst sometimes. This also plays into how Blue fell in love with Red because she cared about her and rescued her off the streets. Suddenly, someone actually cares about her and is willing to commit to something and that concept is so foreign to Blue. Red is rescuing Blue is also another example of droids being more human than some of the humans.
I have so many thoughts. Please stop me from thinking about all this. I don’t have the time.