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spell-cleaver · 1 year

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I know it's probably not going to happen, but I would LOVE it if in the Kenobi series Vader comes across kid luke. Like neither of them are aware who the other is, but they end up having a brief exchange (maybe kid luke is admiring vaders ship and vader despite being a touch annoyed by the ray of sunshine that is luke, is somewhat amused how this kid is a) not afraid of him and b) shares his love for ships

I am so sorry (as always) for the long wait - you sent this in March last year 🙈 But here it is.

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“Wow.”

Vader turned at the tiny word, more an exhalation than a sigh, and nearly took a step back when he saw a child darting across the sands to where he’d landed his TIE Advanced. The presence he’d felt—though, admittedly, not the pitch of voice—had meant Vader had expected an older, larger person to be the originator, but no matter. It just meant it was easier for Vader to flick his wrist and send the child flying.

He tumbled head over heels, landing in the sand with a flump. That didn’t faze him, though. Vader was trying to survey the desert from the outcropping he’d landed his TIE near to, and this child apparently had no respect for the gravitas of the moment. He got up and ran at the TIE again.

“I’ve never seen one in person! How fast does it go?”

“That is none of your concern. Get out of my sight and leave me be.”

The boy ignored him. “What’re the specs like? I’ve built the smaller toy versions before, and Uncle Owen lets me tinker with the speeder with him, but this is life-sized!” He marched up to the TIE and peered through its viewport, squinting at it. The eye-shaped viewport seemed to squint back. “What model is it? I like tracking TIE fighters, but I’ve never seen this one before—”

“That is because it is custom.” Vader’s tone was flat. “It has not yet been approved for mass construction. Which means you should not touch it and leave me be.”

“But I saw you fly in! It’s so smooth and fast! Why wouldn’t it be produced—”

“Because it is built to have shields, and it is not worth mass-producing models with shields. TIE pilots are expected to fly better than that. If you intend on bothering me”—where had this child even come from? Playing in the canyons wasn’t exactly encouraged behaviour on Tatooine—“inform me as to where I can find Obi-Wan Kenobi. Reports indicate he is hiding on this planet.”

“Obi-Wan?” the boy asked, frowning. He reached out in awe and plastered his hand on the smooth curve of the TIE’s wing.

“Do not touch that.”

“I don’t know an Obi-Wan Kenobi—”

“Then you are useless to me. Remove your hand from my ship before I remove it from your body entirely.”

The boy huffed. What oceans of insolence did he possess to have so little fear of him? “The speeder broke down,” he whined. “Uncle Owen’s down there tryna fix it, but he won’t let me help after I spilled the grease, and I’m bored—”

“I am not here to entertain you.” Vader turned sharply when he realised that the boy’s hand—which was, indeed, still covered in the grease he’d apparently spilled—had left a tiny, insolent handprint on the wing. He marched up and tried to wipe it off; it was unbefitting. The grease just smeared. “Begone.”

“My name’s Luke, by the way. Who’re you?”

“I have no interest in your name.”

“But—”

This was useless. Vader could hardly sense Kenobi with this background chatter; he would have to find another spot from which to scour the planet through the Force, until he left no rock’s shadow uninspected. Waving his hand again and sending the child flip-flopping through the sand, he climbed back into the cockpit and roared into the horizon.

He pretended not to hear—or sense—the child’s whooping delight as he did.

The Rebels had evacuated the base. Vader knew that before he got there: knew that he would not find his son in there, or any of his allies. Nonetheless, perhaps they would have left something behind. Perhaps he could glean their next steps, and find his son that way, if he tried.

That was how he found himself standing in the hangar. Most of the ships had gone—that was how the Rebels had evacuated, of course—but not all of them. Some people had been on other transports. Luke, for one, had been on the Falcon when the warning came, and apparently Solo had not wasted time in the escape.

So, Luke’s X-wing stood in the empty hangar, the kill badge for the Death Star displayed proudly on its side.

Vader’s breathing was incapable of hitching, but his chest felt tight as he circled it. This was the ship he had nearly shot down over Yavin, not knowing its significance. He could feel the joy and passion Luke had poured into it, its upkeep—the sheer delight of flight—and how much he cared. Vader’s gaze lingered on the shields: they were particularly well-maintained, which soothed him. Dogfights were dangerous, and Luke…

Vader glanced over the ship again. He would bring this back to the Executor. It might have… information… for him.

It was on his third circle of it that he noticed the handprint. Several, in fact, but this one was the clearest. A hand covered in grease had rested on the nose of the X-wing for a moment, happily and lovingly, and the print it had left behind gleamed in the dim light.

Vader reached up to rest his own hand, so much larger, on top of it. It smeared the print, and grease came away on his glove.

Still, he held it there. When he tried to picture Luke as a child, with small, chubby hands for his father to hold, an image of a blond, Tatooinian boy flashed to mind immediately. He didn’t know where from. He never would: Luke’s childhood was lost to him.

But his future wasn’t. Vader lifted his hand from the print and, own glove covered in grease, planted his own mark beside Luke’s.

Their future was ripe for the taking.

#ask prompt #my writing #random words on a page #luke skywalker #darth vader #for darkness shows the stars #anon #anonymous #'ask received 12th march 2022' as always I am So So Sorry

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aurosoulart · 4 months

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alright. that's it. technology has gone too far

#figmin xr #ar #augmented reality #vr #virtual reality #video #alternate caption: My Blue Toilet #i just got this build and needed somewhere dark to test it #brain is reeling thinking of what to do with this #entirely virtual shadow puppet shows #a ceiling covered in gently glowing stars #bioluminescence #shadowboxes lit from within #glowing mushrooms #magical runes #holy shit #holy shiiiitt #this might be the thing to get me out of my art block #anyways uh. enjoy toilet video LMAO

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david-talks-sw · 8 months

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Dooku didn't leave because of the Jedi.

At least, if you're going by George Lucas' word.

In deleted scenes of Attack of the Clones, when we learn about Dooku's departure and his values, there's no mention of the Jedi or "the Jedi Order as an institution".

And every time Lucas refers to Dooku's disenchantment and reason for falling, he doesn't mention the Jedi.

"When you realize that Dooku is Darth Tyranus, it explains what Darth Sidious did after Darth Maul was killed: he seduced a Jedi who had become disenchanted with the Republic. He preyed on that disenchantment and converted him to the dark side, which is also a setup for what happens with Anakin." - Mythmaking: Behind the Scenes of Attack of the Clones, 2002

"[Dooku is] one of the few Jedi who became disenchanted with the Republic and left the order and he is leading a separatist movement." - Vanity Fair, 2002

"I wanted a more sophisticated kind of villain. Dooku’s disenchantment with the corruption in the Empire is actually valid. It’s all valid. So, Chris plays it as, 'Is he really a villain or is he just someone who is disenchanted and trying to make things right?'" - Starlog Magazine #300, 2002

He probably meant the Republic/Senate in that last one, but you get the point. And you're seeing the pattern, right?

Dooku's problem isn't the Jedi, it's the Republic.

He's become disenchanted with a system that - according to Lucas' prologue in the 2004 book Shatterpoint - worked for 1,000 years...

"For a thousand years, the Old Republic prospered and grew under the wise rule of the Senate and the protection of the venerable Jedi Knights."

... but has been rendered ineffective because of 1) senators becoming corrupt and 2) corporations gaining political power.

"But as often happens when wealth and power grow beyond all reasonable proportion, an evil fueled by greed arose. The massive organs of commerce mushroomed in power, the Senate became corrupt, and an ambitious named Palpatine was voted Supreme Chancellor."

That's the message Dooku runs on, when he rallies the systems to form the Separatist Alliance.

"By promising an alternative to the corruption and greed that was rotting the Republic from within, Dooku was able to persuade thousands of star systems to secede from the Republic."

The Jedi aren't really a factor in his decision to leave.

Why would they be? Their political status isn't very high, they're virtually powerless, as illustrated by the film's narrative and stated repeatedly by Lucas.

On the contrary, as we already established in this post, Lucas full-on confirmed that Dooku actually carries the sympathies of most of the Jedi. Again:

Most Jedi agree with Dooku, ideologically.

As far as the Jedi are concerned, the politicians are effing up the Republic, and it sucks because the Jedi see this but aren't allowed to interfere in the political process. They have to resort to looking for loopholes in their mandates to actually get stuff done.

That's what that whole "she's a politician" scene is meant to hint at. In the commentary of Attack of the Clones, Lucas uses a similar turn of phrase as he does with Dooku.

"[This scene gives us] a chance to talk a little bit about politics and the Jedi’s disenchantment with the political process, due to the corruption and the ineffectiveness of the Senate." - Attack of the Clones, Director’s Commentary, 2002

Considering all this, it becomes clear that the intended narrative surrounding Dooku's decision to leave the Order is not:

"The Jedi are dogmatic and asleep at the wheel except for Dooku, who is ahead of the curb and sees the system is flawed, so he left."

It's actually:

"ALL Jedi see the system is flawed, Dooku's the only Jedi who decided to take it a step further and leave the Order so he can try to get into politics himself and change things."

That's why they hesitate to accuse him of murder.

That's why in an earlier draft of the Attack of the Clones script, by the end of the second act, Mace STILL has his doubts that Dooku would sign a treaty with the Trade Federation to attack the Republic.

As far as the Jedi are concerned, Dooku is out there fighting the good fight, making noise because whenever they try to protest it falls on deaf ears... until his betrayal on Geonosis.

After all, let's not get it twisted: the Dooku we're introduced to in the films and The Clone Wars, isn't really just Dooku anymore.

He's Darth Tyranus.

A point Lucas makes sure to highlight in his Shatterpoint prologue:

"Unbeknownst to most of his followers, Dooku was himself a Dark Lord of the Sith, acting in collusion with his master, Darth Sidious, who, over the years, had struck an unholy alliance with the greater forces of commerce and their private droid armies."

It's not about doing the selfless thing for Dooku, anymore. He's knowingly part of the problem.

He's all about ambition, now. His personal goals are things like overthrowing Sidious and becoming the most powerful Jedi.

"[Anakin's] ambition and his dialogue here is the same as Dooku’s. He says “I will become more powerful than every Jedi.” And you’ll hear later on Dooku will say “I have become more powerful than any Jedi.” [...] It is possible for a Jedi to want to become more powerful, and control things." - Attack of the Clones, Director’s Commentary, 2002

"If you put two Sith together, they try to get others to join them to get rid of the other Sith. [When revealing the truth to Obi-Wan], Dooku's ambition is really to get rid of Darth Sidious. He's trying to get Obi-Wan's assistance in that and help in that, so that he and Obi-Wan could overthrow Sidious and take over." - Attack of the Clones, Commentary Track 2, 2002

Y'know? Selfish things.

Dooku - like all other Sith, and like the very corporations and Senators he had sworn to destroy - is consumed by his own greed.

#also functionally-speaking Dooku being a Jedi is done to highlight the ambiguity throughout the investigation on whether or not this is #a scorned ex-Jedi or a straight-up bad guy... you're never sure until the end of AOTC. That and Dooku being a former Jedi shows that #even someone who was once selfless and dutiful can crave power and be selfish #which sets up a precedent for Anakin - who's already struggling with being a selfless Jedi - when HE falls to the Dark Side #Dooku being a former Jedi isn't a plot point meant to narratively criticise of the Order... it's meant to hint at Anakin's downfall.#dooku #george lucas #star wars #attack of the clones #long post #collection of quotes

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juusbox · 8 months

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he got tadpoled because he failed an intimidation check against orin, but he doesn't remember that

#the letter from durge to orin reads like a critical failure #SHOW SOME DAMNED RESPECT (gets backstabbed)#exasperated astarion screeching noises in the background #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 fanart #bg3 spoilers #bg3 memes #astarion #karlach #shadowheart #dark urge #our small army of stars

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ventresses · 4 months

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Star Wars + Text Posts & Headlines

Obi-Wan Kenobi (2022), pt. 2

#obi wan kenobi show #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi series #kenobi series #darth vader #kenobi show #grand inquisitor #reva sevander #star wars #star wars memes #star wars incorrect quotes #star wars text post #mine #pour one out for the memes i wanted to make but the lighting on the scene was so fucking dark that #there was no way i could brighten it enough to see wtf was going on without it also looking terrible

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puppetmaster13u · 2 months

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Another Prompt in Memes?! Yes.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #memes #Knighthood #knighthood ship #Let Jason be a literal Reaper type ghost #Danny is not ghost king but Fright Knight got attached & shall protect his Core as he heals #This can be de aged Danny if you want or not lol #Ghosts deserve to be eldritch #Undead deserve to be eldritch #Crime Alley: Ah yes Undead Punk & Eldritch Knight gotta be my fav genders #Batclan: Please we just want information about the person who dropped off a dufflebag of heads at the GCPD-#Crime Alley: I'm sorry we can't hear you over the sound of our favorite show going live here #Crime Alley is watching their disaster cryptids while munching popcorn like it's their fav sitcom or something lol #Jason deserves to be able to spar with his Allblades #halfa jason todd #star core jason #shadow core fright knight #Space Core Danny #Pfft that can lead to misunderstandings lmao #Stars + shadowy darkness = space lmao #Let Jason be feral- let FK go a lil feral too #Fright Kerian Knight #Also lets be honest they're probably both nerds #And they both bake #LET THEM BAKE TOGETHER #knighthood

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steppesliver · 3 months

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true detective (2014) / disco elysium (2019)

#ok i have found my new passion. making edits of rust cohle to disco elysium quotes that only make sense in my head #anyhow i always found curious how the show ends with “the light is winning” quote and how the last frame you see of carcosa #is the hole where rust sees the cosmo and its darkness when he first enters there but now with a golden light sent in help #it reminds me a bit of the phasmid in DE and how comforting the talk with her is. the same way the light the cops sent to find these two #probably was to marty and rust (if rust was not out of it by then)#“in dark times should stars also go out?” :))#true detective #rust cohle #marty hart #mine

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stairset · 2 months

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I do feel like the way Kyoshi was written in the Avatar reboot was lowkey influenced by the fandom's perception of her. Cause like in the original show she's really just portrayed as a pragmatist who's willing to kill if necessary. Like Aang is conflicted about killing the Fire Lord and she's like "well if I were in your position I'd do it but that's just me. Good luck." And then people started making memes where she's like a murderous psychopath who thinks extreme violence is always the solution. And it was funny at first cause it was just exaggerating for comedy but now everyone thinks she was actually like that in the show when she really wasn't. And then in the remake her introductory scene is her angrily yelling at this 12 year old that he needs to stop being a little pussy and be a ruthless warrior or whatever and the only explanation I can think of is that someone in the writer's room maybe looked at a few too many of those memes.

#she had an awesome fight scene though so there's that #disclaimer i own both the kyoshi books but haven't actually read them yet #so this is just going off how she was written in the original show #i'm working my way through all my books that i haven't read yet so i'll get to the avatar novels soon #but i gotta get through a couple more star wars books first lol #but yeah you know those spider-verse memes #where they take the scene where jefferson says ''spider-man why did you create that guy''#and they replace it with some funny dark shit like ''spider-man kill him and his family'' or ''spider-man fuck this guy's ass''#that's basically what people seem to think kyoshi is like #avatar the last airbender #avatar kyoshi #shut up tristan

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morethansky · 13 days

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CROSSHAIR & HUNTER // Growth —"I've done things. I've made mistakes." —"I have regrets, too."

#the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #edmon rampart #swgifs #swedit #star wars #god the way the light through the trees casts them alternately in light and shadow and sometimes both #reminds me of the scenes where anakin and ahsoka are showing hints of the dark side and cast in a striation of light and shadow #except the perspective here makes it appear like crosshair is stepping out from the darkness #my gifs #gifset #commander crosshair #sergeant hunter #crosshunt

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trek-tracks · 4 months

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Uhura couldn't stand living in synonym

#star trek #star trek aos #leonard mccoy #spock #nyota uhura #bones mccoy #lieutenant uhura #star trek beyond #twitter things #thanks aisha for showing me the original psychic damage post #wolfy.club #trek-tracks after dark #cw innuendo #cw sex mention

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spell-cleaver · 1 year

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AU where luke overhears owen and beru talking about how his father is darth vader. luke, who is still kinda ignorant about how bad the empire is but knows they're evil, sets out to save his father. A few months later, Darth Vader is kidnapped by an Imperial engineer :)

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Vader knew the stowaway was there before he even got onto the shuttle. The troops who were meant to accompany him on his diplomatic mission to Tatooine stood to attention when he strode into the hangar and didn’t dare to question him when he waved them away. They could take a different shuttle.

He was bored. He was angry. If he had to spend the afternoon negotiating with Jabba rather than simply rolling into Hutt Space with the Imperial Navy and taking what he wanted, then he would at least spend the morning finding out what pathetic sort of trap this was and crushing it. The presence on board was clearly Force-sensitive: was this an attempt by the dregs of the Jedi to assassinate him? He would enjoy putting it—and the stowaway—to rest.

So, pretending not to have noticed the presence, he sat down in the pilot’s seat and smoothly took off from the hangar, feeling his troopers’ baffled stares after him. They would follow in a transport soon after. He wanted to have this chance, first. The presence sparked with joy and excitement when they took off: the Jedi must think their plan was succeeding.

It wasn’t long before the trap he was waiting for was sprung. The controls of the shuttle started to wobble, and their trajectory pitched to the right. Vader growled. Their current course would take them away from Mos Eisley, towards the Jundland Wastes and towards…

His mother’s grave.

The autopilot was engaged. That was exactly where they were taking him, when he checked: the programme had been fed coordinates that Vader well-remembered inputting once before, in another life. When he made to override it, the navicomputer beeped at him angrily.

Passcode protected. Vader spent a scant thirty seconds trying to break through, but the Jedi’s tech skills were at least passable. He could work at it harder and correct their course, but first he wanted to see what plan they had shoved into actions.

He stood from the pilot’s seat and looked behind him. In a lambda shuttle, there should be nowhere to hide. There was the cockpit, the engine room, and the hold, where both cargo and troopers would be stored. Nowhere else should be large enough to hide a humanoid.

The cockpit was empty other than for him, and to enter he had had to come through the cargo hold. That left the engine room—but at a first glance, that was empty too.

A challenge then. And one with a time limit, before they reached his mother’s grave and whatever nefarious plot this was came to full fruition. He let rage soak his chest, lit his lightsaber, and stalked forwards.

“I know you are here, Jedi,” he boomed. “What game do you think this is?”

A flicker in the Force—almost like a giggle. Vader snapped his gaze around the engine room and peered behind the engine itself. Wires tangled in and out of his peripheral vision, tubes interlocked throughout like a grid, but the Force saw clearly. The Jedi was directly behind—

He stopped. He’d reached the back of the room. There was only a metal wall.

He reached out to rap his fist against the wall.

The resounding echo was hollow. The Force betrayed the wince and discomfort from the Jedi, but more importantly, his own ears betrayed the moment when they started scrambling through this vent they’d found to hide in and ran.

Darth Vader was never going to let his prey escape. He drove his lightsaber into the rigid metal like it was water and slashed down. The Jedi screamed. Vader slashed along the other side, uncaring as to whether he amputated a limb, or a head, or a torso, and the metal buckled and bent as he seized the Force in his fist and flung it backwards.

The panel slammed past him, into one of the metal tubes throughout the engine room, and clattered to the ground in a twisted, charred mess. The Jedi tumbled out of the vent in the wall to land at Vader’s feet. He didn’t have the time to lift his chin before the edge of Vader’s blade lingered at his throat.

The Jedi was a boy. He couldn’t have been more than fifteen, so the Imperial engineer’s uniform he was wearing was laughable: it was several sizes too large for him, and it horrified Vader to think that his men could have let such an obvious imposter infiltrate the Devastator without noticing. Heads would roll for their incompetence. The boy’s hair was long and shaggy, as sun-bleached and yellowed as bones forgotten in a desert. His pale eyes moved slowly along the length of Vader’s lightsaber, from one line of smoke that snaked up from his uniform collar where the blade was at his throat, to the other line of smoke that rose from where the tip of the blade punctured the floor.

“What did you hope to achieve by this, Jedi?” Vader spat. “Why are you taking me here?”

The boy swallowed, set his jaw, and glanced up at Vader. “To bring you home,” he said earnestly.

Vader extinguished his lightsaber. The boy didn’t have time to telegraph his relief on his face before Vader telegraphed his rage on his face instead. Feeling cartilage crunch under his durasteel fists was a satisfying sort of violence, second only to seeing someone squirm in mid air as they realised how fragile their grip on oxygen was. Vader lowered his fist, and the boy’s knees rammed into the floor. He spluttered blood.

“What?” he asked. “I—”

Vader seized him by the throat. The boy stopped talking. His nose twisted in on itself like an ingrown jogun, and his cheekbone didn’t exactly look straight, either. He audibly gulped—for air, perhaps, as the blood blocked up the access through his nose, though his terror was a sudden bright, sharp thing.

It cut Vader to the bone in an instant. He didn’t know why. He didn’t want to.

“This,” Vader hissed, his fury crashing like cymbals through his helmet, through the Force, until the boy looked dazed from the experience of it, “is not my home.”

“But—”

Vader threw him. In the engine room, there were many things to hit, and he hit at least three of them. His head slammed into a pipe, his spine into another one, and his foot even crunched with unpleasant finality against the thrumming engine itself. He lay limp on the floor. Consciousness flickered out for him for a moment—but only for a moment. Vader reached out to seize him and drag him back to the waking world with an ease that surprised even him.

He was not yet finished.

“What do you know?” he demanded, stalking forwards. The boy jerked sluggishly upright, staring blearily at him—then scrambled backwards as fast as he could. “Where did you find out—”

The boy got to his feet and made a run for the door, back to the corridor. Vader indulged him: he made it to the doorway of the cockpit before Vader seized his neck with the Force and yanked him into the air, kicking and lashing out. A hand gouged deep scratches in his throat, as if he could unpick Vader’s grip on him, Vader’s grip on the Force, Vader’s grip on reality and the truth of how he had lived for nearly sixteen years. It did nothing. A strangled cry was all that escaped Vader’s chokehold.

Vader stopped in front of him and quieted himself to speak almost calmly. “Where,” he said, voice still with promise, “did you find out about this place?”

The shuttle set down with a resounding thud. They had landed. Vader didn’t bother glancing out of the viewport: it would be the same desert, the same worthless farm, and nothing of import would ever be found there again.

The boy was trying to speak. Vader gritted his teeth—if he did not control his frustration, he would kill him and lose any chance of discovering what the Jedi knew about Skywalker’s past—and loosened his grip.

Tears streamed down the boy’s face. They cut through the mangled mess of blood left behind from Vader’s attack. White bone gleamed in his cheek.

“I…” he got out. “Live here.”

That was unexpected—and insulting.

“Why?” he demanded. “Why would the Jedi settle here?” His mother had remarried, had she not? Perhaps whatever farmers had dared to monopolise her affection had decided to throw in their lot with random Jedi, in memorial to the Jedi who had failed to save her from her fate…

“Not. A Jedi.”

“Not a Jedi?” Vader tightened his grip again, and the boy’s cry was near-silent. “Your presence is unmistakeable. Who are you, what do you know, and what do you intend by bringing me here?”

He loosened the grip to let him speak.

“Skywalker,” the boy said.

Vader threw him into the viewport. The whipcrack of his skull against transparisteel was also satisfying. He slid down onto the console, several functions of the ship whirring into action as he landed on them.

A cool breeze blew through the cockpit—increased circulation. He’d opened the vents, and the eddies blew his hair back from his face, so that his eyes were clear and uncovered when he locked them on Vader’s mask and finished, “Luke Skywalker.”

Vader’s fist froze halfway to closing.

“I’m—not a Jedi.” He coughed; Vader could see the muscles in his throat spasming from here. “Don’t know what that is.”

Vader lifted a finger. “You—”

“Thought you were my father.” Luke’s eyes spilled fresh tears down his cheek. Down his soft, ruined cheek. “Must’ve been wrong.”

When Vader reached out to connect to that Force presence, as powerful as any Jedi’s but—now—blaringly obviously untrained, he felt it settle somewhere in his chest. Pain followed. Pain, he was used to, but not this pain.

“You are Anakin Skywalker’s son,” Vader said.

“Overheard my aunt and uncle saying you were… him. Empire’s evil. Like Hutts. Thought you’d be… a slave again.” His head lolled, the effort of keeping it up clearly gargantuan. “Didn’t realise you’d be a Hutt.”

“What do you mean by that?” Vader snapped. Luke flinched. “I am here to negotiate with Jabba, to destroy him if necessary—”

“I came to save you,” Luke muttered. “Didn’t—didn’t even let me explain…”

“You were a stowaway on my ship! What sort of naïve, ignorant child are you? Have you no concept of danger? Of violence?”

“Didn’t expect a Hutt,” Luke muttered again. “Seen them get violent, but—”

“I am not a Hutt!”

Luke didn’t respond—because he didn’t want to, or because he couldn’t, Vader didn’t know. He just kept looking up at Vader through pale lashes, head lolling without the strength to be lifted.

“Thought you were my father,” he said.

“I am your father.”

Luke closed his eyes, then. A thin wisp of a sigh wheezed from his lips. “Oh.”

Vader stormed up and towered over him. “You are a fool,” he hissed. His finger sprang out to jab in his face. “You—”

Luke flinched and turned his face away.

Vader’s tirade stumbled to a halt.

“Maybe,” Luke mumbled. “Dunno what I was thinking.”

But Vader knew what Luke was thinking. It was written into Luke’s thoughts, projected into his mind like a slide-by-slide presentation. It was something that Vader would never, ever have considered. He had never thought he’d get away without being caught. He’d just trusted his father, a man he loved without knowing him, not to hurt him.

He'd had no idea how capable his father was of violence. Now, though…

Now he knew it intimately.

“You require medical assistance,” Vader said awkwardly.

Luke coughed. “Probably can’t afford it.”

“I will provide it.”

“You don’t have to. I…” His heart was audibly breaking. “I get it.”

“You most certainly do not.”

“I—”

“You do not have a choice.” Vader moved for the comlink set into the console and typed in the frequency for his personal medic on the Devastator. “You will require urgent attention if you are to be saved.”

Luke snorted. “I came here… to save you.”

“You cannot save me, Luke,” Vader said. “What was done to me, and what I have done, is written in blood. Anakin Skywalker is dead. You are not.”

Luke cracked his eye open to peer at Vader for a moment, just as his personal medic responded. “No,” he said, almost with amusement. “I’m not.”

Vader wouldn’t realise what that meant until later.

Later, when they returned to the Devastator, and Vader realised a few minutes into Luke’s surgery that he had to get painkillers or anaesthetics for Luke, because Vader’s own droids were not equipped to provide them. He ran for the first time in over a decade, because he could not interrupt the surgery, but Luke was screaming, screaming, screaming, and the sound tattooed itself on his eardrums. He heard it even as he sat in the chair beside Luke in the medbay and watched his sleeping son.

Anakin Skywalker was dead. He had long since been exposed to the violence of the galaxy, the betrayal it was capable of, and he had returned it tenfold.

But because of him, Luke Skywalker was not.

Vader had long since lost any innocence. He had torn it from the hearts of civilians in his campaigns. He had beaten a lot of Luke’s out of him, as well. But not all of it.

Protecting someone had never been something Vader cared about. Even the Empire was not something Vader protected; it was something he served. But after all he had done, Vader would crawl through another universe of torment to sit at his son’s bedside and listen to the beep, beep, beep of the heart monitor assure him that he still lived.

Luke had wanted to bring him home. He had succeeded in that, at least.

#as always i am so so sorry for the delay #received this ask february 3 2022 #skywalkersinflight #my writing #random words on a page #luke skywalker #darth vader #for darkness shows the stars #whump #so much whump #i wanted to beat up luke okay

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mayhaps-a-blog · 8 months

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OK but now I'm thinking about Ezra, and the purrgil, and holding on to the door in one hand and reaching out with the other and saying just get us away, as far as you can, somewhere we'll never come back and the purrgil take him to the end of their road - the graveyard, where their parents went, and their older siblings, and the injured, and the ill, the place where purrgil go when they're never, ever coming back.

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Can we see more centipede lord eclipse?? I can just imagine how horrifying it is to see him just walk around

I KNOW RIGHTTT I WISH I COULD ANIMATE SO I COULD BEAM HIS SCARY ASS SCITTERING TO Y'ALL.....

But also yea sure!!! I'm still working on the grand reveal post, so here's an old doodle of him without his cloak + a fresh one inspired by the eclipse council LMAO

#asks #anon #xero creations #moon: wow. this is the worst time to have glow-in-the-dark stars on my clothes #SORRY THE FIRST ONE LOOKS BLURRY. IT WAS THE BRUSH I WAS USING AT THE TIME 💔#feast on these tho while I make the Official Centipede Post /silly #tsams #sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #lord eclipse #lord eclipse au #sams moon #centiclipse

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foundfamilynonsense · 7 months

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Y’know. Anakin was a real asshole in Ahsoka’s hallucination.

Like. She mentions something about what she’ll be able to teach her padawan one day, since all she’s being taught is how to be a soldier, and Anakin’s like “teaching’s not all it’s cracked up to be”

And like. Asshole move. And Ahsoka rightfully calls him out on it. And he goes on the whole “uuuh I was joking. Lighten up.” Literally a complete jackass.

But beyond how he answered the question, it’s a valid complaint Ahsoka is bringing up! Anakin’s teaching her how to live or die. But Ahsoka wants to be taught how to be a jedi.

What happens after the war is over (order 66 never happens) and she now has to navigate a galaxy without a war? The Jedi take teaching very seriously there’s no greater honor than teaching a padawan. And she’s not being accurately taught, so she will not be able to pass anything on to the next generation.

But Anakin brushes it aside because he simply does not respect her or her wishes. Like. He never wanted a padawan, despite teaching being foundational to the Jedi. And he only took ahsoka in because he started to like her and became attached to her. He doesn’t care about jedi legacy, not really. So he brushes her comment off with a joke.

But in the rest of the vision… idk it didn’t feel like we were supposed view Anakin as entirely wrong here. He wasn’t in the right, he was definitely channeling Vader and being an ass, but he was basically the reason Ahsoka survived the fall, right? Bc he was making her choose life? When Ahsoka wins against him it’s sort of like she’s both learned his lesson and moved beyond him. And then for the rest of the season he’s only talked about in positive ways.

And like. That one line ahsoka said was really powerful in relation to the entire point of the show. What does she have to pass onto her own padawan (Sabine) if she wasn’t properly trained herself? That is, perhaps, the only valid plot question asked in the entire show. And it doesn’t get an answer. It’s never even brought up again.

#I have now learned Dave filoni wrote the entire series #so I am able to say now with absolute positivity that he’s a shit writer #I had been blaming the issues that the writers went on strike for #but no it’s just filoni being a terrible writer I guess?#I mean. none of the character issues are ever really resolved #we have no reason to believe ahsoka is ready to be a master now #we have no real understanding of WHY Sabine unlocked her force powers and shit (not how it works but whatever)#Sabine never learns her lesson about letting thrawn come back #Ahsoka doesn’t get anything really resolved with Anakin #she just acts like he was never Vader and that he was a great master #when we SEE in her vision he was not #idk it’s like every character plot point was dropped #nothing happened in the first half of the show #the dark side girl had a half rebellion but we got no emotion or background from her #it was just… a pointless show #nothing was accomplished #star wars #anti ahsoka #anti anakin skywalker

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