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Obi-Wan: Damn it, I’m having an Allergic reaction
Anakin: You Aren’t-
Obi-Wan: Or a Really Bad Sunburn
Ahsoka: It’s Night Time, You’re Just-
Obi-Wan: A Bee Stung my face, That’s the only explanation
Opaline: You are Blushing you Kriffing idiot
Rex: *spat out his blue milk*
Introducing Miavé Naberrie Amidala. She’s the younger sister of Padmé and is training as a diplomat under her and Bail Organa. Anakin is her brother-in-law and they get along like a house on fire. Mia and Opaline are best frenemies.
Art by @bejeweled-wahlberg and Opaline belongs to her as well
Face claim:
Sofia Black-D’Elia
Planet: Naboo
Theme song:
Ahsoka: Why are your tongues purple?
Anakin: We had slushies. I had a red one.
Padmè: I had a blue one.
Ahsoka: oh
Ahsoka:
Ahsoka: OH
Opaline:
Opaline: You drank each other's slushies?
Obi-Wan: *Groans and FacePalms* Opaline, No
POV: this was Obi-Wan after Qui-Gon d!ed
Yes Opaline hates grass, it’s spiky and pointy and makes the skin itchy
The twins(and Ahsoka) find out about their own “Father” dating satine....welp they gonna get a mother figure
Ahsoka: Why are Opaline and Anakin sitting with their backs to each other?
Obi-Wan: They had a fight.
Ahsoka: Then why are they holding hands?
Obi-Wan: They get sad when they fight.
Ahsoka: I mean that makes sense cause they are twins
Opaline: *Gives Ahsoka a Death Stare*
The Skybatch Wedding
“Sleepless in the onyx night, but now the sky is opalite”
So a couple days ago, my brother officially got married and I decided to draw Hunter and Opaline getting married on tattoonie (cause Opaline always wanted her wedding to be where she was born) in which right after they said their vows, hunter picked her up and spun her around(idk how to explain it okay I’m lazy)
WHAT IF OPALINE FOUGHT ANAKIN INSTEAD OF OBI-WAN?
Warning: this takes place in an Alternate universe and mentions of Lab0r and d3@th
The air in Chancellor Palpatine’s office crackled with tension, the crimson glow of Coruscant’s cityscape casting eerie shadows across the room. Master Mace Windu stood poised, his purple lightsaber humming with lethal precision as he faced the revealed Sith Lord, Darth Sidious. The Chancellor’s face, twisted into a snarl, betrayed none of the genial facade he had worn for years. His red-rimmed eyes gleamed with malice as he unleashed torrents of Force lightning, which Windu deftly deflected.
Anakin Skywalker burst into the room, his heart pounding with conflict. He had come to protect the Chancellor, his mentor, but the scene before him shook his resolve. Windu’s blade hovered inches from Palpatine’s throat, and the Sith’s cries of weakness rang hollow. Anakin’s hand twitched toward his lightsaber, torn between loyalty to the Jedi and the promises of power Palpatine had dangled before him—promises to save Padmé. But another figure emerged from the shadows, her presence a sudden beacon of clarity in the chaos.
Until that’s when Opaline Skywalker, Anakin’s older twin sister, stepped forward, her blonde hair catching the dim light, her blue eyes blazing with determination. A jagged scar ran across her cheek, a memento from a past battle, but her face was calm, resolute. She had sensed the disturbance in the Force and followed her brother to this pivotal moment.
“Anakin, stop!” Opaline’s voice cut through the din, sharp and commanding. Her teal lightsaber ignited in her hand, its glow casting a serene contrast to the violence around her. “This isn’t the way.”
Anakin froze, his hand on his hilt, his eyes darting between Windu, Palpatine, and his sister. “He’s the key to saving Padmé!” he shouted, desperation lacing his words. “I can’t let him die!”
“He’s a liar, Anakin!” Opaline countered, stepping closer. “The dark side will destroy everything you love. Look at him—look at what he truly is!”
Palpatine’s lips curled into a sneer. “You’re too late, girl,” he hissed, raising his hands to unleash another surge of lightning. But Opaline was faster. Drawing on the Force, she channeled her energy into a radiant shield, absorbing the lightning and redirecting it back at the Sith Lord. The room shook as Palpatine screamed, his body convulsing under the weight of his own power. With a final, focused push, Opaline unleashed a torrent of Force energy, shattering the window behind Palpatine and sending him plummeting into the abyss of Coruscant’s undercity.
The silence that followed was deafening. Windu lowered his lightsaber, his stern gaze softening as he looked at Opaline. “You’ve done well, Skywalker,” he said, his voice carrying rare approval. “You saved us all.”
Anakin, however, was not so grateful. His face twisted with anger and confusion. “You killed him!” he roared, turning on his sister. “He was my only hope to save her!” Opaline’s expression softened, but her voice was firm. “Anakin, he was manipulating you. Padmé’s life isn’t tied to him—it’s tied to you, to us. We’ll find another way, together.”
Anakin’s fists clenched, his emotions a storm in the Force. “You don’t understand! You’ve never understood!” he shouted, his voice breaking. “You’re always so perfect, so in control. I’m not like you!” Opaline reached out, her hand hovering near his shoulder, but he recoiled. “Anakin, I’m your sister. I’ve always been with you, and I always will be. But this path—you can’t walk it.”
Without another word, Anakin stormed out, his cloak billowing behind him. Opaline watched him go, her heart heavy. She knew the darkness was still pulling at him, and she feared what he might do next.
Days later, the Jedi Temple was a place of mourning and resolve. The revelation of Palpatine’s true identity had shaken the Order, but Anakin’s descent into darkness was an even greater blow. Obi-Wan Kenobi, informed by Master Yoda of Anakin’s turn to the dark side, was tasked with confronting his former apprentice. Yoda, meanwhile, prepared to face any lingering threats from the Sith.
Obi-Wan sought out Padmé Amidala, hoping to learn Anakin’s whereabouts. He found her in her Coruscant apartment, accompanied by her younger sister, Miavé Amidala, a spirited young woman with brown hair and a fierce loyalty to her sister, and Opaline, who stood vigilantly by their side. The scar on Opaline’s cheek seemed more pronounced in the dim light, a testament to her battles both physical and emotional.
“Anakin has turned,” Obi-Wan said gravely, his eyes searching Padmé’s face for a reaction. “He’s pledged himself to the dark side. I need to know where he is.” Padmé’s hand flew to her mouth, tears welling in her eyes. “No… that can’t be true,” she whispered. Miavé stepped forward, her voice trembling but defiant. “You’re wrong! Anakin would never do that!”
Opaline placed a hand on Miavé’s shoulder, her expression pained but resolute. “I saw it, Miavé. I felt it. He’s lost right now, but I won’t give up on him. None of us should.”
Padmé, torn between love and duty, nodded slowly. “He’s on Mustafar,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “He said he had to finish something there.”
Obi-Wan’s heart sank, but he thanked them and prepared to leave. Unbeknownst to Padmé, Opaline, and Miavé, he stowed aboard their ship as they decided to follow Anakin to Mustafar, determined to save him themselves.
The volcanic planet of Mustafar was a hellscape of molten rivers and ash-choked skies. Anakin, now fully embracing his new identity as Darth Vader, stood on a platform overlooking the lava flows, his eyes burning with a mix of rage and sorrow. Padmé’s ship landed nearby, and she emerged with Opaline and Miavé, their faces etched with determination.
“Anakin!” Padmé called, running toward him. “Please, come back to me. This isn’t you!”
Anakin’s gaze softened for a moment, but then he saw Obi-Wan emerge from the ship. His face contorted with fury. “You brought him here?” he roared, his voice echoing across the platform. “You betrayed me!”
Before Padmé could respond, Anakin’s hand shot out, and she began to choke, lifted slightly off the ground by the Force. Miavé screamed, “Anakin, stop it!” Tears streamed down her face as she rushed to her sister’s side. Until that’s when Opaline acted swiftly, tackling Anakin with a burst of Force-enhanced speed. “Let her go!” she shouted, pinning him to the ground. “She’s your wife, Anakin! She’s carrying your children!”
Anakin’s grip faltered, and Padmé collapsed, gasping for air. Miavé rushed to her, helping her sit up as Padmé clutched her abdomen, her face contorted in pain—she was going into labor.
Opaline and Anakin scrambled to their feet, their lightsabers igniting simultaneously—his blue, hers teal. They faced each other on a narrow bridge over a river of lava, the heat searing their skin. “You’ve gone too far, Anakin!” Opaline shouted, parrying his aggressive strikes. “This isn’t who you are!”
“You don’t know me!” Anakin retorted, his blade crashing against hers. “You’ve always been the perfect Jedi, the one everyone loves. I’m nothing compared to you!”
“That’s not true!” Opaline countered, her voice breaking. “You’re my brother, my twin. I’ve fought for you my whole life!”
Their duel was fierce, a dance of light and fury, but Opaline’s movements were precise, driven by love rather than anger. As they reached the end of the bridge, she maneuvered to higher ground, her teal blade held steady. “Anakin, I have the high ground. Don’t do this.”
Anakin’s eyes burned with defiance. “You underestimate my power!” He leapt toward her, but Opaline was ready. She caught his wrist with the Force, holding him suspended above the lava. Her grip was firm but gentle, her blue eyes locking with his. “Anakin,” she said softly, tears streaming down her scarred cheek. “There’s still good in you. I know it. Padmé’s having your children—a boy and a girl. I saw it in a vision. They need their father. We need you.”
Anakin’s face crumpled, the darkness in his eyes wavering. His lightsaber slipped from his hand, clattering onto the bridge. Slowly, Opaline lowered him to safety, and he collapsed into her arms, sobbing. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean… I didn’t want this.”
Opaline hugged him tightly, her own tears falling. “I know, Ani. I know.”
As they embraced, Obi-Wan approached, his expression a mix of relief and awe. He had seen the darkness in Anakin, but now he saw the light returning. He joined the twins, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. “You’ve brought him back,” he said to Opaline, his voice thick with emotion.
The three of them hurried to Padmé, where Miavé was frantically trying to help her sister through labor. With Obi-Wan’s assistance, they moved Padmé to a medical facility on a nearby ship. Hours later, the cries of two newborns filled the air—Luke and Leia, healthy and strong.
Back on Coruscant, the Jedi Temple buzzed with cautious hope. Anakin, Padmé, Opaline, Obi-Wan, and Miavé stood together in a quiet chamber, the twins cradled in their parents’ arms. Opaline’s eyes glistened as she looked at her niece and nephew, her heart swelling with love.
Across the room, Jar Jar Binks, ever the enthusiastic presence, clapped his hands and exclaimed, “Mesa so happy for yousa!” His excitement was cut short as Ahsoka Tano, Anakin’s former Padawan, playfully dragged him out of the room, ignoring his protests.
Master Yoda entered, his cane tapping softly against the floor. “A great darkness, you have overcome, young Skywalker,” he said to Anakin. “And you, Opaline, a true Jedi you have proven yourself to be.”
Mace Windu, who had recovered from his injuries, stepped forward. “Opaline Skywalker, the Council has decided to grant you the rank of Master and a seat on the Jedi Council.”
Opaline bowed respectfully but raised a hand. “I accept, Master Windu, but on one condition: Anakin is also granted the rank of Master, and his marriage to Padmé is recognized by the Order.” But then a murmur rippled through the room. Yoda’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Unorthodox, this request is. But balance, the Force seeks. Agree, we do.”
Jar Jar, who had somehow slipped back into the room, pumped his fist in the air. “Yousa all gonna be bombad Jedi!” Ahsoka groaned, pulling him out again as everyone laughed.
Later, Opaline and Anakin walked through the bustling streets of Coruscant, the city’s lights reflecting in their eyes. They spoke of their childhood on Tatooine—the endless sands, their mother’s laughter, the dreams they’d shared.
“You saved me, Opaline,” Anakin said suddenly, stopping to face her. “I was lost, but you never gave up on me.”
Opaline smiled, her scar crinkling slightly. “You’re my brother, Ani. I’d fight the whole galaxy for you.” He pulled her into a hug, and she hugged him back, the bond between them stronger than ever. Above them, the stars shone brightly, a promise of a galaxy reborn in hope.
Miavè belongs to @caityrayeraye
