#darthrrevan

[dicaeopolis]

for die on meme: aragorn, boromir, eowyn

die by their hand: aragorn I feel like he'd make it quick

die on their orders: eowyn because this implies I am one of the rohirrim and that satisfies the deeply buried horse girl in me

die in their defense: BOROMIR AGAIN. MAYBE THIS TIME HE'LL MAKE IT

SEND ME THREE CHARACTERS

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For the femslash headcanons Michael x Tilly? Cute stuff centric maybe?

I did them yesterday! buuut for a follow up on it:

Sylvia “I’m so proud of my girlfriend and will tell you all about it the second Michael I mean Commander Burnham comes up in a conversation” Tilly

Michael actually missed Tilly snoring when either of them is on away missions for multiple days and whenever she gets back Tilly greets her with a kiss and ‘so how was it, what data did you bring me back?’ and Michael doesn’t even bother trying to hide her smile as she passes her girlfriend a padd full of science data

the crew, minus Saru though he does shoot Michael a knowing look, always tease Michael whenever Tilly calls to the bridge and in the middle of telling the captain something will break off to say she knows that Michael will be able to help

Michael knows Tilly has a sweet tooth and indulges in it now and then by bringing her back random deserts and likewise Tilly isn’t a tea person but their room is always stocked with the teas that Michael likes and hasn’t had to go pick up herself in months

Off duty days mean that Tilly sleeps in and whenever Michael tries to get up she just cuddles harder, Michael’s just given up and put padds to read in easy to reach places for those mornings

As a commander Michael’s shift starts earlier than Tilly’s whose got changed slightly when she was put on the Command track and she always makes sure to kiss Tilly before she leaves though Tilly is sleepy and soft in those moments and really doesn’t remember them

the crew had a betting pool on them (Stamets won)

Michael “I’m very proud of all that Tilly’s achieved and how hard she’s worked and that’s my girlfriend” Burnham

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darthrrevan replied to your post “I feel like the fact that you can never understand what Nihilus is...”

are you being evil again

perpetually

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Saving the Force - Ch. 1 (Prologue)

I promised @darthrrevan​ a fanfic if she finished writing a paper last night. I keep my promises. When she finished the paper, she wanted a story that had Anakin happy, which is really all I want from Star Wars, too, so I decided to play with the Crèche-Master Anakin trope, which somehow also became a Time-Travel Obi-Wan trope, which is also turning out to be a sequel to AdalynJ’s Healing the Force, which while not a perfect story, is still one of my favorites. As I’ve had her permission for damn near a decade to play with the concepts in the story (they will come up), I am sure she’d be perfectly fine with this. If not, she knows who I am and how to reach me and I’m sure she’ll let me know, if she’s not fallen off the face of the planet (and if she hasn’t, I’m still waiting on the last few chapters).

So, without further ado:

General Obi-Wan Kenobi of GAR’s 212th Attack Battalion was tired, dirty, soot-covered, and – perhaps most importantly – broken-hearted.

If the Order still existed, I would have kicked myself out.

He’d broken the one tenant of their Code that he’d struggled with since his days as a youngling, and the one he’d most lectured his former Padawan about: Obi-Wan Kenobi had surrendered to an attachment with a fellow sentient, and too late, he’d realized just how deep that attachment went, how blinded it had made him to all the faults and flaws of that sentient.

The sentient who was shouting abuse at him as it lay, legless and with only one limb, and that a mechanical one, on the banks of a river of lava on Mustafar, where Obi-Wan had had left it to die.

Easier to think of it as an ‘it’, not to name it, or humanize it; the guilt would eat him alive if he allowed himself to remember that this it was his brother, his friend, his child, his Anakin. But it was not for his own sake that he pushed these emotions down. A Jedi is calm and serene at all times, Obi-Wan. He knew that for a lie. But there was another sentient, one he’d failed almost as much, who needed him to hold himself together for just a little bit longer.

He reached Padmé Amidala’s side (had she taken the Skywalker name, even in secret?), and lifted her, relieved that the Force still flowed around her, that his failures hadn’t taken her life, as they would soon take the life of the it that screamed, even now, the cries of pain echoing across the desolate landscape, louder than the roar of the lava and explosions, the whine of the Emperor’s shuttle, drawing ever closer.

They had to leave.

Later, he had no concept of time by then, so he would never be sure how much later it was, he held her hand, Padmé Amidala (Skywalker?), as she birthed her (their – hers and its, his, Anakin’s) children, crying as he felt the Force drifting from her. She was weakening, even as he watched, and he couldn’t bear it. He’d lost one child today, and he wouldn’t lose this one, not another that he’d felt responsible for, especially given the attachment he’d felt for his Padawan, child, friend, brother and the attachment said young man had for the slip of a woman who was drifting away, her lifeforce draining through the Force at an alarming rate.

He wouldn’t have it.

General Obi-Wan Kenobi had been called the Negotiator, and for good reason – he recognized the stain in the Force that was pulling on Padmé, and he would not allow it to stand. He slipped into meditation between one breath and the next, allowing the room around him to become visible through the Force and nothing else. The babies – babies! – glowed a beautiful blue so bright it was nearly a blinding white, and he smiled to look at them. He, himself, was navy, weighed down with the mistakes of his life. And Padmé, precious Padmé Amidala (Skywalker?), was so faint a gray that she blended in with the null in the Force that was their surroundings.

He refused.

Taking a deep breath, he began feeding her a line of his own energy. The navy thread shimmered between them for a moment before latching onto her solar plexus and burrowing its way through her energy nodes. The drain was gone – he must have thought that Padmé was too far gone, that he’d taken enough – but Obi-Wan refused to allow her to fade. More and more energy he poured into her, until she was lit with the glowing threads of energy throughout her body, easily distinguished from the Force null of their surroundings.

That’s enough, Padawan.

Shimmering white stood a presence he hadn’t felt in a decade or more. He shook his head; here, in the privacy of his own mind, he could admit that wasn’t true. He’d felt his old Master, more than once, over the years since his return to the Force, but he’d convinced himself it was his imagination.

As though you ever had an imagination to begin with, Padawan.

Obi-Wan smiled at the fondness in his Master’s voice, even if it was inside his head.

Obi-Wan, that’s enough. If you don’t stop, there will be nothing left for you.

A dim part of his mind registered the truth of the words, but the greater part simply didn’t care. What did it matter if he survived this encounter? Padmé would be bound to him in a way that she would revile – he, the man who couldn’t even stop the Chosen One from Falling – he, the man who hadn’t been able to bring her children’s father home. General Obi-Wan Kenobi was a failure.

As he sunk deeper into his meditation, ignoring his Master’s shouts, he fully recognized all of the many ways he’d failed. As an Initiate, when he’d failed to keep reign on his temper, and nearly lost himself a chance to work with the Master he’d been predestined for. As a Padawan, when he’d been too slow, to unskilled to save his Master from the Sith. As a Master – oh, any number of times – every time he’d failed to give Anakin the hug the small child desperately needed – every time he’d failed to see how truly different it must be for a child like Anakin, how different that child was from he, himself, and how different his needs – every time he’d sarcastically berated Anakin for failing at something that Obi-Wan found easy, especially in light of Qui-Gon’s sacrifice for this Chosen One – every time he’d let his resentment lash out at the child – every time – well, suffice it to say that he’d failed Anakin spectacularly, perhaps most importantly when he’d somehow given his adored child the impression that he would choose the Council, choose the Jedi, over him, made his beloved son believe that he would not shield him from their censure at his marriage, his upcoming parenthood. His heart wept, he wept, for his lost child, the child who had chosen a Sith Lord to confide in instead of his own Master.

He was a failure.

He was also failing to notice that, as he slipped further and further into self-hatred, the navy of his aura in the Force darkened to gray, and then came through the other side, to a dusky-tinged red. For not the first time in his life, Obi-Wan was touching the Dark Side. But it was the first time he no longer cared.

Would you change it, if you could?

Too distracted by his grief, Obi-Wan failed to notice the difference in Master’s voice, the sleek oiliness that overlaid the familiar, comforting tones.

“Of course!”

The voice laughed, then, drawing Obi-Wan from himself for a split second, allowing him to glimpse how very, very red his aura was becoming, and to hastily stuff as much of the grief back behind the impenetrable walls he’d built over the years to keep it from overwhelming him, cutting off his connection to Padmé to make sure she remained untainted by his darkness.

Oh, little Jedi, I think you’ll only make it worse.

The words brought a sharp stab of renewed grief and he didn’t need to look to know he’d darkened again, but he refused to let this warped version of his Master win. General Obi-Wan Kenobi had failed at everything he had ever attempted, but he’d be damned thrice over if he’d let some voice (because it couldn’t be Qui-Gon, Qui-Gon was dead, thanks to him) insinuate that he’d fail again if given a second chance.

I think you’ll fail in much more interesting ways. This was too easy. Like playing Dejarik against a youngling. I think we should let you try.

Before he could respond, he felt himself falling away from his physical form, leaving his tie to the realm of the living and being flung headlong into the Force.

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irinalovsyou replied to your post “tumblr friends, suggest me a show to watch please??? preferably that...”

One day at a time!

darthrrevan replied to your post “tumblr friends, suggest me a show to watch please??? preferably that...”

Galavant!

famynist replied to your post “tumblr friends, suggest me a show to watch please??? preferably that...”

3%, I guess

cassianperalta replied to your post “tumblr friends, suggest me a show to watch please??? preferably that...”

One day at a time, stranger things, and most Netflix originals lol

roscoesantangelo replied to your post “tumblr friends, suggest me a show to watch please??? preferably that...”

have you seen One Day At A Time? Because I definitely recommend that! Or A Series of Unfortunate Events, or Stranger Things if you haven't seen those! Those are all Netflix originals, so they'll be available anywhere, too :)

I’ve seen stranger things of course!! And a series of unfortunate events too. Haven’t heard about 3%, hmm. I’ll check it out. You should all check the crown :P 

one day a time is winning! i’ve seen people talking about it but idk why it’s not getting my full atention as some other shows *sigh* I’ll check it out tho!

AND I WANTED TO WATCH GALAVANT WHEN IT CAME OUT!!! but it’s not on netflix and i don’t have the time to download episodes *cries*

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darthrrevan replied to your post: darthrrevan replied to your chat: ...

dat normal tho

Like. Doctor says I’m fat. Bro being my fatness is not normal. I already know that. And though it’s the slowest process in the universe. I’m working on it.

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darthrrevan replied to your post “For the femslash headcanons Michael x Tilly? Cute stuff centric...”

soooooo cuuuuute! theyre such soft adorable girlfriends

@dsc writers: let them date you cowards

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u r a nerd

Shit man i just got this