The Fallen Jedi Statue On Jedha In Rogue One

The galactic senate during the night where its senators granted emergency powers to Chancellor Palpatine.

Noticed the height problem in last post….

The Star Wars Good Parent’s Guide (Part I, Part II)

Anon asked for papa Palpatine giving child Maul a festive present, so I had to make a comic. Think of this as a super jolly AU where the Sith aren’t complete creeps. (I guess Maul’s present is getting a somewhat normal childhood?)

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Daily Advent Sithmas Countdown

December 10/11/12: Palpatine + gingerbread

Today’s prompt suggested by: emperorshand

Previous days here!

Could you write a cute Anakin x Senator! Reader oneshot, where Reader and Anakin are 'trapped' in a snowed-in cave... and they make camp in the cave and spend some much-needed quality time with one another?

One Shot: Snowed In // Anakin Skywalker X Gn!Reader

A/N: Thank you for this request, I fell in love with this idea! Sorry it took me so long to write! I tried to make it gender neutral which I’ve never really done before, if I have messed something up PLEASE let me know for the future! Also, this counts as my holiday themed fic for the year! (Even though it’s January 5th)

Word count: 900 (I know, I know, it’s short)

Warnings: An explosion, being temporarily trapped. Established relationship, I didn't really edit half of this, typos, and fluff!!!!!

“Rex, Rex come in! Rex can you hear me?” You called into the com link only to be met with a steady buzz. 

“Any luck?” Anakin asked from behind you, searching throughout the snow filled cavern for some kind of salvation. 

“Nope.” You sighed in frustration, snapping the device back onto your belt. “Comlink’s being stupid, if we can’t notify Rex, then I’m afraid we’re gonna be here for a while.” 

He turned to face you with an expression of mock hurt. “You say that like it’s a bad thing to be stuck here with me!” 

You rolled your eyes as you walked over to Anakin, snaking your arms around his waist as he studied the collapsed cave entrance. “Of course not!” The warmth of him in your arms made you forget all about the cave’s biting chill.  “Besides, you’re the only thing that's gonna keep me sane while we wait.” With that you placed a small peck atop the armor strapped to his shoulder. You didn't have to see his face to know your playful exchange brought a smile to his lips. 

Suddenly, the com link on your belt crackled to life, Rex’s static voice echoing through the ice cavern. “Senator, are you alright?”

You unraveled yourself from Anakin and snatched the device up, the relief of hearing Rex’s voice and the fear that you could lose his signal at any moment churning in your gut. “Rex! Yes, we’re ok! Me and An- General Skywalker were scouting out a cave when the entrance collapsed. I’ll send you the coordinates.” 

“Y-yes si-” 

With that, Rex’s voice fizzled out. 

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“You’re being too hard on yourself, it looks just like him!” You said from your seat on Anakin’s lap, his arms lovingly wrapped around your waist, shielding you from the chill. 

He laughed, his warm breath tickling the back of your neck. “If I just had some twigs or something I could make his circuit board an-“ 

“Oh hush,” You playfully swatted his arm. “You’re your own worst critic.” The two of you stared at the snow astromech droid sitting in front of you, a domed topped mound of snow  with pebbles in place of eyes. You giggled. “I wonder what R2 would think of our creation.” 

Anakin hummed. “I think he’d either be honored or deeply offended that we didn’t quite capture his ferocity.” 

You chuckled. “He is one scary lil’ droid when he wants to be!” 

The two of you laughed together, the sound of joy spreading throughout the empty cavern, making the atmosphere feel slightly less cold. As the laughter died down you let out a sigh of contentment, letting your fingers dance through the curls of Ani’s hair. 

“This is nice,” you said, nuzzling into the side of his neck. “Getting some alone time together. Kinda crappy that the only way we can get time to ourselves is by being stuck in an ice cave, but still, it’s nice.” 

“I agree. It’s wonderful to just be… us for a little bit.” 

You nodded. “No General Skywalker or Senator y/n, just us.” 

Pulling back your hood, Anakin trailed gentle kisses along the side of your neck. “Us. I like that.” 

“Oh maker, you’re so cheesy sometimes.” You giggled.

“Hey! I thought you liked cheesy.” 

You turned to face him with a smile, your lips inches from his. “Hmm, only when it comes from you.” Your faces drifted closer together until your lips gently brushed against his, the cold seeming to disappear from your surroundings, chased away by the warmth of your love.

“Still,” You said, pulling back from him. “I kinda hope they get here soon, it’s much too cold for my liking.” 

“I actually don’t mind it that much.” 

“Guess you like snow better than sand huh?” Anakin flashed you an unamused expression. “Oh come one, that was funny!” 

“It was one time y/n!” He said, but despite his teasing tone a smile graced his face. As the two of you began laughing yet again, you were interrupted by a noise at the cave entrance.  Your heads whipped around just in time to see an explosion consum the entrance of the cave, a wave of ice and smoke swirling upwards and obscuring the view. 

Leaping off of Anakin’s lap, you sprinted over to the entrance, frantically waving your hands to disperse the cloudy air. “Rex!.” You called out.

“Over here senator!” As the air cleared, the figures of Rex along with others of the 501ist became visible, along with several speeders parked behind them.

You ran out of the cave towards him, a wide grin spreading across your face. “Oh maker, you’re a sight for sore eyes!”

“You and the General both alright?” He questioned, placing his explosive equipment back on his belt. 

“We’re both alright Rex,” Anakin said from behind you as he emerged from the cavern. “Just a little cold is all.” 

“Good to hear Sirs. I suggest we return to camp.” 

“Agreed.” You said. As Rex turned to walk back to the speeders you quickly slipped your hand into Anakin’s. He looked down at you, slightly confused by the public display of affection. “I enjoyed spending time with you Ani.” You whispered. 

His look of confusion turned to adortion as he gave your hand a loving squeeze. “Me too baby.” 

Moving towards the speeders, you let your hand fall away from his grasp. “General.” You said cordoly as you walked away.

“Senator.” Anakin replied before following you over to the troops.

Tagging: @anakinswhore @chokemeanakin (Hope it’s ok that I tagged u!) @princessxkenobi

What about a fic where reader gets stuck in a storm (sand storm?) and anakin has to come to the rescue? Bonus points for fluff

I Don’t Like Sand // Anakin X Reader One shot.

A/N: So I literally did the opposite of fluff I am so sorry! This may or may not be the crigiest thing I’ve ever written, idk! 

Warnings: Angst! So much angst! but a lil fluff! mentions of injury, mentions of death and grief.

Word count: 1K

“Come on.” You pleaded through gritted teeth, attempting to start the uncooperative speeder for the thousandth time. Shoulders slumped in defeat, you finally gave up making the blasted thing work and rested your forehead against the handle bars with a sigh. 

Surrounding you was an endless sea of sand, stretching out as far as the eye could see. It swallowed every visible inch of land. The heat of the unforgiving sun stung the exposed skin of your neck, but you were too defeated to care about it. Your eyes took in the way the sun cast it golden glow over the dunes, highlighting their tones of red and yellow. It was almost beautiful.  

Although it wasn't Tatooine, the similarities between the two planets were undeniable, and it seemed that you were not the only one to make that connection. The moment you and Anakin set foot on the ground he changed. His usual playful demeanor faded away, leaving a cold, reserved Anakin in its place. With everything he’s been through, I can’t really blame him. You thought, remembering what he had told you of his life as a slave.

Shaking the thoughts from your mind, you sat up straight and grabbed your comlink. Guess I gotta call Ani if I want to get out of here anytime soon. As you went to dial him, you felt a slight gust of wind brush against your back, an odd contrast to the hot, still air that filled the desert. Looking up, you noticed the sky had turned an ominous gray. That can’t be good. 

The com link came to life in your palm, Anakin’s voice coming through. “Y/n, have you reached the destination?” 

“Negative.” You replied. “The speeder broke down and I can’t fix it. Looks like I’ll need a lift.” The sky grew ever darker around you, and the wind began to carry the sand along with it, swirling it about before it fell back to the ground. “And soon.” 

“I’m on my way.” He said before hanging up, a sense of urgency heavy in his tone. 

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Anakin walked quickly to the ship, a purpose in his step and an aura of intense focus surrounding him. He didn't stop to tell anyone where he was going, there wasn't any time. Anakin climbed into his ship, the clones around paying him no mind. As he began to fiddle with the controls, he was unable to stop the slight shake in his hand. He took off out of the base into the sky as tendrils of sand swirled higher and higher, devouring the darkening horizon. Sand. He hated everything it represented for him, all the memories it brought back. using his ship’s tracker, he locked onto your coordinates. 

Anakin had seen plenty of sandstorms as a boy and knew of all the horrible things that happened to people unlucky enough to find themselves stuck in one. And by the Maker, he wasn't going to let any of them happen to you. 

It was beginning to get hard to see through the debris, and the wind shook the ship so fiercely that it became a challenge to get a steady grip on the controls. A lesser pilot would have been thrown to the ground almost immediately. But not Anakin. He focused all of his energy on keeping the ship steady, at any rate it was an excuse to avoid the memories of Tatooine. 

Memories of sand storms so thick you could see a foot in front of you, the kind where dust snuck in under the nooks and crannies of doorways and windows, stinging your eyes and lungs. He remembered all the people he witnessed attempting to brave the sand dunes of Tatooine, only to be swallowed up by desert storms, never to be seen from again. Or worse, the ones who did come back. The ones who were dragged back into the spaceport on the brink of death, dehydrated from days laying in the heat, too exhausted to move, skin burnt to a crisp from the harsh suns. 

No! He reprimanded himself, tightening his grip on the wheel until it was borderline painful. Focus. The wind was beyond crazy now, making the ship tremble under its wrath, a sheen of gray completely obscuring the once unforgiving sun. Maker what if he couldn’t find you? What if you fixed the speeder and tried to get away only to crash it? What if I’m too late?

He'd been late before. To save innocent refugees, political officials. Shimi. He would never forget that night, riding across the sand dunes as fast as the spreader would allow, pushing the machine to its limits, the same sense of dread and fear that filled him then writhed inside of his chest once again. 

And then there was the blinding sadness when he saw her broken body lying on the sand covered floor of the Tuskin hut, the all encompassing helplessness and shame. He’d failed. And the feeling of holding her in his arms as life fled from his mother’s eyes…

No! He would not let that happen again, he would not let that happen to you! 

Anakin glanced down at the tracking signal again to see your location so agonizingly close. He lowered the ship towards the ground, frantically searching for signs of life through the dusty haze covering the windshield. There! He could just make out the silhouette of a figure and a speeder in front of him. He lowered the ship as close to the ground as he could before opening the door, doing his best to keep it steady. 

He ran towards the entrance, holding his hand up to block him from the sand blasting into the ship, waiting to see any sign of you. Out of the gray sandy haze, your figure appeared, jogging into the ship and closing the door behind you.

“An-Anakin!” You called, coughing up the dust from your throat. Though you were covered in layers of dirt, he wasted no time wrapping you in a bone crushing hug. 

“Maker, I’m so glad you're ok! Next time let me check your speeder before you leave, or take some clone with you, better yet-“ 

You pulled back from him. “Ani, I’m fine.” You reassured him, a gentle smile spreading across your face as you cupped his face in your hand. “Thank you for coming to get me baby.” You stared deep into his eyes, seeing the fear and turmoil that laid inside him. “It was only a little storm, I would have been fine.”

“I know.” He responded, his voice wavering just the tiniest bit.

You paused, attempting to find the right words. “I know being somewhere like this isn't easy for you. Do you want to talk about it?” 

“I...just,” he looked down at you, to your expression so full of love, your eyes, holding the same caring compassion that his mothers had. He pulled you back against him, tighter. “I don’t like sand.”

Tag list: @mysteryofkokoro @dexthtoyounglings @chokemeanakin @anakinsslag @sarapixieelliott08 @anakinravageme @anakinswhore

The Padmé’s handmaidens as Mandalorians!

I’m 99% sure I saw mention of this in a post made by @royalhandmaidens but for the life of me I can’t find that post, but credit to her for the idea!

Edit: HERE IS THE OG POST

What if the Amidalans became Mandalorians somewhere along the line? I haven’t read the comics the Amidalans are in so I don’t know what happens, but if they figure out what happens to Padmé, maybe afterwards they’re like “well, we have all these skills and nowhere to use them, let’s be Mandos!”

And then they fly around the galaxy solving crimes “Murder, She Wrote” style and collecting strays they find along the way and eventually they’re a whole clan themselves, a big ol’ family with their own covert (let’s call it a coven though) somewhere, oh I dunno maybe back on Naboo once it’s safe again

Can you imagine?

T A T O O I N E

C O R U S C A N T

A L D E R A A N

K A M I N O

M U S T A F A R

Star Wars planets. Part 1

Thinking About Some Things

Star Wars Travel Posters // by Steve Thomas