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padawansuggest · 4 months
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Force Ghost Anakin: *sitting with Din and FG Obi-Wan and Grogu in Boba’s palace while they discuss Grogu’s training going forward*
Boba: *comes in, pauses, is completely unsurprised to see any of this, sits next to Din* Hey, Skywalker. I got a really fucked up question.
Force Ghost Obi-Wan: 👁️👄👁️
Force Ghost Anakin: Okay?
Boba: It’s like. Super messed up.
Force Ghost Anakin: I hope you realize I spend about twenty years with Tag and Bink, it’s likely I’ve already heard it.
Boba: Awesome. So, what does lava feel like?
Force Ghost Anakin: :/
Din: ??????
Grogu: 👁️👄👁️
Force Ghost Obi-Wan: 👁️👄👁️
Boba: Cause, see, like, the sarlacc was… let’s say… tingly. Felt like my skin was sparkly. I never wanted to ask when you were Vader, it’s just now that I know how sparkly acid is, I’m wondering if Lava is as soft as it looks.
Force Ghost Anakin: …I was right, Tag and Bink have asked me that before. I threw them out the airlock, idk how they survived that one. Um, I was already on fire /from/ the lava by the time it actually touched me cause it was rising, so I know what fire feels like, but that’s not as impressive. Feels like… like fire…
Boba: Cool. I thought that might be the case. I guess I’ll have to suffer.
Din: …Navarro was a lava type planet…
Everyone: ?????
Din: Yeah. I met a guy who’s touched lava. He said it was like a non-Newtonian fluid. But. He can’t repeat the experiment. So. Um, an unchallenged conclusion?
Boba: …oh my god… this is why we keep you around. You got great stories.
Din: Thanks.
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sarcastic-sketches · 1 year
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Companion art for Chapter 10 of Ghost of Tatooine, ‘Heart to Heart’.
Have some sad ghosts.
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ahhrenata · 3 months
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found this nonsense at the bottom of my drafts lol
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artist-issues · 8 months
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if they don't hug, what's it all been for? Why am I watching this show if they don't hug
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cuntyfieddemon · 7 months
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if i had a dollar everytime a jedi who used to be close to anakin skywalker was forced to go in exile on an almost deserted planet only to see their master's force ghost on a field i would have two dollars, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice
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eglerieth · 1 year
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All these posts going around saying that by Din’s logic, the Darksaber belongs to Sidious, here’s my take
the Mandalorians are all gathered together in some cave somewhere. Someone realizes that ownership of the Darksaber was decided on the second Death Star. Din summons Luke because someone mentioned that he was the last person to see Sheev alive.
Luke: yes?
Din: Emperor Palpatine was the last person to own an heirloom that makes a person the leader of my people.
Luke: Um… I don’t know much about your people, but… given that you live in this galaxy, I’m assuming the Empire hurt you in some major way. I’m guessing you are averse to his possessing this heirloom.
Mandalorians: *nodding
Luke: also, he was a Sith Lord, so, again, not an ideal king
those scattered Mandalorians that actually know what a dar’jettii is: 😳🤯😳🤯- no wait that makes sense
some random Mandalorian: also, he’s dead, right?
Luke: yup, definitely dead. I watched him get thrown a reactor shaft myself.
Armorer: by whom? The darksaber is won in combat, so whoever killed him gets it
Luke: Darth Vader
Mandalorians: yeah, that’s not much better. And he’s ALSO dead, right? Who killed HIM?
Luke: …The Emperor
Mandalorians:
Din: if the Emperor killed him, how did he manage to kill the Emperor?
Luke: the Emperor electrocuted him, and then he threw the Emperor down the reactor shaft, and meanwhile the electricity from a few seconds ago was shorting out his life support suit, and then he died in my arms. It was actually very emotional.
Everyone, who thought Luke had managed to walk out of the throne room because he somehow killed the two most powerful people in the galaxy:
Luke: yeah, no, I basically just stood there and got provoked and then electrocuted. I’d be dead if Vader hadn’t died to save me.
Paz: why would he do that?
Luke: because he’s my father.
Mandalorians: 😲
Luke: I don’t let on about it because people might have some things to say about the hero of the Rebellion being the son of the Empire’s worst enforcer.
Armorer: It does not matter who your father is, only what kind of father you will be. This is the Way.
Mandalorians: This is the Way.
Luke: Thanks. I like that.
Paz, who is a Viszla, the House that held the Darksaber for centuries: The Darksaber can also be inherited. Wait- does this make you Mand’alor?!
Luke, with even more horror than Din had in that position: no no no no no. I’m not even Mandalorian, and even if I was, I have enough to do with rebuilding the Jedi order, which isn’t going so great, thanks for asking. The last thing I want is to get involved in any kind of political stuff. That’s my sister’s job.
Mandalorians: you have a sister?
Luke: yeah, Leia Organa
Mandalorians: the Hutt Slayer?!
Luke: I- yeah, the Hutt slayer. Not how she’s usually introduced…
Mandalorians: *agreeing that the renowned Hutt Slayer would be a much better Mand’alor than this jetii twink*
Bo-Katan, who actually knows something about the New Republic: But isn’t Senator Organa a leading member of the New Republic? We don’t want Mandalore to be part of the New Republic.
Luke: Leia is one hundred percent Alderaanian. Her allegiance may be to the New Republic, but her culture and beliefs are her own.
some random Mando: if you’re her brother, are you from Alderaan too?
Luke: no, doofus. I’m from Tatooine.
Din, trying to improve his small talk: I have a friend on Tatooine. Boba Fett? He’s the leader now.
Luke, choking: BOBA FETT’S ALIVE?!
Din: you know him?
Luke: he captured my brother-in-law, froze him in carbonite, and sold him to Jabba. We had to spend a year away from the war effort to rescue him!
Din: *awkward*
Armorer, trying to steer the focus back to the Darksaber: Are you the firstborn, or your sister? The Darksaber passes to the oldest child.
Luke: I don’t actually know. We’re twins, and have no idea who was at our birth who can tell us. Maybe my father would know? I’ll ask him now.
Mandalorians: isn’t he dead?
Luke: yeah, but I can talk to his ghost.
Mandalorians:
Luke summons Anakin. Grogu whimpers and hides behind Din. To everyone else, Luke is talking to thin air.
Luke: hello father, do you know if me or Leia is older?
Anakin: of course not, idiot. I didn’t even know either of you existed until a few years ago!
Luke: oh, right.
Anakin: Obi-Wan would know. He was the one who stole you from me.
Luke: really, father, we’ve gotta work on your tact.
Anakin: why? Obi-Wan was the kriffing Negotiator, not me.
Luke: he was called the Negotiator?
Bo-Katan, wincing at a million memories and knowing exactly who they’re talking about despite only hearing one side of the conversation: I could never get my sister to shut up about Kenobi. Insufferable jetii, always hanging off her arm.
Luke: Ben was a Mandalorian’s escort?!
Armorer: Ben is a Mandalorian name. Was he Mandalorian?
Luke: 😲
Luke: I don’t think so…?
Bo-Katan, reminiscing: I’m pretty sure my sister gave him that name.
Luke: My nephew was named after him. I can’t believe my nephew has a Mandalorian name.
Mandalorians: nephew?
Luke: yeah, he’s adorable. Here, I have pictures. *starts showing pictures of baby Ben Solo*
The Mandalorians, being Mandalorians, are utterly won over by the smallest Skywalker. The idea of Leia is a leader is growing more popular. Luke summons Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan: hello there, Luke. What the hell are you doing in a cave with a gajillion Mandalorians?
Luke: Hi, Ben, we just wanted to know, was I or Leia born first?
Obi-Wan: You. I’ll never forget it. You were both such beautiful babies.
Luke: …right…
Paz, staring at the wall where he thinks Obi-Wan is but is actually Anakin’s elbow: What did he say?
Luke: I’m older -
Luke: Oh.
Luke: Kriff
Din: Dank Farrik
Everyone else: *thinking the same thing but to polite to say it*
Bo-Katan: although…it could still be won in combat.
Luke, ringing up Leia on his comm: Good evening, dear sister. Would you mind flying out to the location on my transponder and kicking my ^*s?
Leia, all blue and wavy on the comm: I never mind kicking your %#s, Luke, but why?
Luke: if you do that, you can be king of Mandalore!
Luke: 😀
Leia:
Leia: Are you kriffing kidding me?! Do you know how hard it is to keep the New Republic from collapsing? And raise a force sensitive baby with shady idols? And save my husband’s skin from every criminal he runs afoul of every other day? I most certainly will not become the monarch of some random nation I’ve never been apart of!
Mandalorians: 🙁
Han, over Leia’s shoulder: so we’re not fighting the kid? I was looking forward to that!
Chewbacca, towering over Leia’s head: *wookie noises of agreement *
Armorer: Actually only the challenger would be fight- *comm cuts out*
*a few minutes later
The Falcon is heard overhead. Han, on comms: We came anyway, kid. I was bored today.
Chewie leaps out and tackles Luke with a bear hug, almost breaking his ribs.
Luke: can’t- breathe- chewie-
Chewie releasing him and patting him on the head: *hello in wookie noises*
Mandalorians:
Chewie, in Shriwook: *what?*
Mandalorians:
Din silently unclips the Darksaber from his belt and hands it to Chewie.
And that’s the story of how Chewbacca became Mand’alor.
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thestarwarslesbian · 7 months
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NEW AHSOKA THEORY!
What if Ezra isn't Ezra but an illusion and Thrawn knows that because Ezra is Enoch?
Like Thrawn just wants to send Sabine on a wild goose chase for the illusion becuase the Illusion was created in the force by Ezra to convice the nightsisters that Thrawn would be heir to the empire (even thouh he doesn't want to), and that him and Thrawn are enamies. So that when they have made it back to their galaxy, real Ezra and Thrawn deffet the nightsisters and go back to their respected homes, Ezra Lothal and Thrawn back to the Chiss Accendancy to be with Eli.
So when Ahsoka and Sabine return they are confused as Thrawn and the Empire and not at war with everyone. But imagine them finding Ezra back to Lothal with the loth cats on a Holocall with Thrawn begging him to meet the famous Eli Vanto he has been hearing about for 10 years. Like the converstion with Ahsoka and Sabine would be fuuny, something like this:
Sabine: I'm so happy your safe, but how did you get home you sort of just disapeared? Ezra: Yeah. So Ezra you saw was an illusion. I was really Enoch. Ahsoka: But how did Thrawn not realise? Ezra: Oh it was his plan to get me past the nightsisters. Hera: But why would he do that? Ezra: So that he could get back to his boyfriend quicker. Everyone, minus Ezra: WHAT!!! Ezra: Yeah some ex imperial named Eli Vanto, he deflected to Thrawn's homeplanet before he even knew about Thrawn. Ghost Anakin: I knew their was something fruity about him. Esspecily becuase of the way he talked about Vanto.
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catgriller · 8 months
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I missed you
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ursa-majora · 8 months
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Gonna be disappointed if this really is force ghost Anakin and all he does is give sage wisdom. Let him be funny, and I hope there's at least one uncomfortable joke about Vader
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justsuffilike · 4 months
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be prepared to cry over vader yet again
If I could begin to be Half of what you think of me I could do about anything I could even learn how to love
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When I see the way you act Wondering when I'm coming back I could do about anything I could even learn how to love like you
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I always thought I might be bad Now I'm sure that it's true 'Cause I think you're so good And I'm nothing like you
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Look at you go I just adore you I wish that I knew What makes you think I'm so special
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If I could begin to do Something that does right by you I would do about anything I would even learn how to love
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When I see the way you look Shaken by how long it took I could do about anything I could even learn how to love like you
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Love like you Love me like you
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anakindoodles · 1 year
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“What if Ben Solo met Anakin’s force ghost instead of hallucinating Han” - requested from instagram
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padawansuggest · 11 months
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Okay so you know the ‘temple is sentient’ theory. You know the ‘force ghosts are real’ established canon from nearly the beginning of it all. You know that Obi-Wan’s biggest regret about the temple is that they couldn’t save the younglings. What some of you don’t know is that I am obsessed with ghosts and that makes the murder house plotline (and the constant throw backs) one of my favorites, and I’ve been catching up with AHS lately and I’m on Return to the Murder House and it’s giving me a lot of fucking feelings.
What I want now, is an AU where the temple held onto the children’s ghosts. Not out of malice, but because a Sidious was trying to capture the souls as they escaped to the afterlife to use them. Gain power with them. What if the temple was smart enough to pull itself into lockdown. What if those children and elderly masters were the last good thing on the planet because the temple pulled itself into a shield to protect the weak and little.
So. One day the war ends. At least the war against the Sith himself. And Anakin and Obi-Wan are left to drift, and brought back to the member of the temple that cannot be breached. It created a maze of hallways at the beginning that would spit you right back out every time. There was no secret passage inside the temple. None at all.
But of course, Qui-Gon comes to take both sons by the hand and tell them about the younglings and clones and Jedi ghosts that are filling the halls. Waiting till they feel safe and happy enough in the force to move on. How did the masters and younglings who died outside the temple get back? Mostly Qui-Gon, sometimes Yoda or Mace, or the guards of the temple. The ones that play with the mazes to get the wrong people back out.
Going back to the temple, it’s shockingly clean. No bodies up here. Just a lot of empty corridors. Peoples apartments are clean. The healing halls are functional, the gardens are green. Maybe it’s time to bring back Organa and Skywalker, to the place they should have been raised. They tell Luke not just to bring children like an idiot, bring their whole families.
They can control who comes and goes. And those who are allowed to be there have the run of that choice.
They hear giggles around corners. Shy masters sitting in the archives telling the same stories to the younglings over and over. Padawans playing hide and seek with kids. That big shiny Mando that brought his whole covert to seek shelter from those that hurt Mandalorians. The clones and others who talk to the convert like they’re the same.
Ethereal and unknowing and all encompassing, spanning more generations than it should. And finally the little ones are healing again.
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sarcastic-sketches · 2 years
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Art for my upcoming fic Ghost of Tatooine; An AU where Anakin dies in a fight against Palpatine instead of joining him and becomes a ghost that only Luke can see. But cannot hear.
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ahhrenata · 10 months
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For the open request thing.
Maybe some more Dinluke and Force Ghost Anakin shenaniganry please? Those were how I found your blog originally, and they always make me chuckle. :)
LOL i havent done dinluke w/force ghost ani in ages either! I’ll admit, i was limited on ideas but i thought of din looking at luke ‘unfiltered’ or whatever you call it and the screen glitches and anakin IS RIGHT THERE (showing up kinda like the thermal or infrared reading thing lol)
[insert jump scare sounds]
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hanasnx · 7 months
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chronicles | "pieces."
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WC: 0.8k | CHARACTERS: anakin skywalker SUMMARY: anakin skywalker must face his greatest trial in order to advance in his spiritual journey. WARNINGS: no x-reader | angst no comfort | canon divergent
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Only the dead know true peace. Corpses described as “peaceful” once they’ve been laid to rest on the funeral pyre. At a time, all he wished for was to know peace. Yet, cruelly, it remains out of his reach. No matter how he stretches and writhes, how he calls out to it, it will not falter. It cannot bend to his will. Nary an enemy he’s faced that did not yield, that did not pay the ultimate price for opposing him. A titan among ants, squashed underneath the heel of his boot. Perhaps, this is his punishment. Eternal darkness that spreads farther than the ends of the universe.
And he, at the lonely center of it.
There’s no sense of time here. None that he can recall or calculate. His memories coil and dissipate like smoke, a distant dream. He holds on tight. Has he been here eons?
Who are you?
Like a clap of thunder, those words echo and rumble. A wave of anger surges and washes over him, swept up in a current that he can’t ground. Where is his body? Where is his flesh? It feels as though he is going everywhere all at once.
“Who’s there?” he demands, whirling around as he hastily gathers his wits. An enemy, an enemy is here. A task to focus on, a stranger to burn. “Answer me. I have been waiting and now you choose to reveal yourself to me? Do you cower? Answer me!”
Who are you?
Louder than before, the question is repeated, and his frustrations rise. The red heat inside him scorches to charcoal as he widens himself, flaring up to appear larger than life, indomitable. “Hear me before it is too late, why am I here?”
He waits. The presence he felt mere seconds ago recedes and he unclenches.
“Wait,”
A plea, softer than a whisper. Too weak to kick up the ashy remnants of his initial hate.
“Wait, come back. I don’t want to be alone!” He moves in the direction he believes the source to be. It can’t have gotten far, and it is his only path to discovering more about where he’s been imprisoned.
Who are you?
It rings again, but in a level voice he recognizes. Someone calm and collected. He can’t place it. Yet it compels him to speak before he can stop himself, lest it abandon him again.
“I don’t know.” he answers.
He doesn’t know? He doesn’t know. How can he not know? Has he retreated that far into himself? He doesn’t know.
He looks above him, turning in his stead as he hears a thousand murmuring noises deliberate over him.
He lies.
Paralyzed, it’s as though he cannot defend himself as they hiss their disapproval. It slinks and slithers into his ears. He doubts his company once again. Gravely reminding him all of those who stood above him in his waking life.
Deceit. The broken promises of a true Sith Lord. Your name, what’s your name? Give me your name, Sith Lord. Tell me your name.
The commands grow in volume, and he can sense their discontent. How restlessly they push him out, pressure on all sides of him as he fights to stay standing.
Your name! Your name! Tell me your name! incessant and unbearable pestering.
Strength gradually manifests, fanned by their maddening demands. “I can’t!” he shouts. It is deathly quiet.
Then prove yourself. Face him. Yes, yes, face him. You must face him.
“Who?”
Face him, face him. You must face him. a chant that is nothing short of alarming, cold fire licking at the soles of his feet at the prickling realization of who they summon.
“I can’t!” he pleas.
We don’t trust you.
“Please.”
You must face him. Face him. Face him. Do it now. Vanquish him, vanquish evil. Restore balance and vanquish—
“You put too much faith in me, I cannot!”
You will! You must. Do it now.
Their orders build louder and louder, amplifying to resound in his skull even while he covers his ears. “Enough!” he begs, sharp pain shooting through him as he recoils, collapsing within himself. The space around him filling as he’s overpowered.
Silence. The wretched noise of a familiar breath. He’s stunned.
Therein lies the physical accumulation of a being so powerful it runs him cold. Fear, tepid and staggering fear grips him as a silhouette comes into focus and he stumbles backwards.
“I’m not afraid of you!” he chokes out, an invisible force against his neck, closing up his throat.
He lies. He lies again. The liar. Liar.
Liar. Liar. Liar.
He drops to his knees. The smooth surface hard against him as he throws himself to the ground, applying his forehead to it in his grovel. Sobs, violent sobs wrack him. Spit spews as he desperately interjects, “My name is Anakin—! The name my mother called me, my name is Anakin.”
The form slows to a stop in front of him. Darth Vader draws his weapon, and it bleeds red.
“We meet again, Anakin Skywalker.”
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shilsvampsinger · 7 months
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I love him your honor.
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