#sw au

[hnybdger3]

I LIVE for this 70s/80s au of the twins, I feel the world needs more of them 🗣️

Anyways I lowk need ideas to draw ANYTHING sw related, so do feel free to drop requests y’all

[stealthetrees]

So Commander Fox is a lying liar who lies, right? And he’s got multiple fake identities and corresponding disguises for various chores he doesn’t want to do so he’s got a bounty hunter, government military advisor, a Jedi, ect ect. Until one day one of his fake people gets called in to advise a senate committee about some military matter and Fox goes in ready to lie to some people in a small conference room but instead is in front of the entire senate testifying about how there’s someone high up in the government selling info to he sepratists.

The catch? Fox does not know anything about that.

So he gets up in front of the entire senate and starts making shit up based off his conspiracy board. Every Coruscant guard listening facepalms cause they all know that conspiracy board is bullshit and it’s just something they indulge cause if Fox doesn’t have a hobby to take up all his thoughts he will start chewing up the furniture. (Reminder: Fox knows nothing and has proof of nothing.) So Fox really gets into the mood and starts accusing people of treason and shit until he gets a little too enthusiastic and accuses Palpatine of some crazy shit like having a rancor in his apartment as an attack dog, being a sith, abusing clone troopers (he’s not), and having a five way affair with several senators and the vice chancellor. He also accuses some of his least favorite senators of similar things. Eventually he has to be dragged away and escorted off the premises. The clones doing it are like “you uh… may have gone a bit too far there” and Stone and Thorn sit Fox down for a Talk and tell him he needs to stop doing shit like this cause it could really get him in trouble one of these days.

So Fox reluctantly agrees to stop it with the lying and alter egos and kills them all off at once in a staged bus crash.

This turns out to be a very bad decision because the guy who accused a bunch of people of treason dying in a clearly staged accident? Very suspicious. Including the fact that a Jedi died there means the Jedi Order are now involved and Mace Windu himself is investigating the incident.

The suspicious circumstances lend credit to the crazed accusations so they all have to be investigated. Some are obviously immediately found to be false. Some turn out to be true, and that means everything else is under much closer scrutiny. No one can definitively prove that Palpatine is a sith but they do manage to find plenty of evidence of embezzlement, as well as financial ties to Kamino and Dooku, which means he is in fact a traitor.

This discovery sparks a panic similar to the Red Scare in Cold War era amarica, everyone accusing each other of treason, ratting out their coworkers and party members. It’s a huge mess and the fact that all the people that died on that staged bus explosion are found to be fake, it gets worse.

The Coruscant Guard should have turned Fox over a long time ago but damn it the war is over now and they have rights and this is the most entertaining thing that’s ever happened in their entire lives. Also Stone threatened to break the fingers of whoever ruins his gambling league cause he’s making hundreds off it.

[galactic-rhea]

Bury an enemy.

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[mocking-the-bird]

i was so scared that having a new interest will make me forget about star wars but for now im just inventing new combinations of autism

[five-oh-first]

au where anakin doesn't become a jedi and ends up overthrowing the hutts on tatooine with kitster, his mom and adopted family (the lars'). however, tatooine now needs a government, and the best way to get the planet back on its proverbial feet after the hutts' draining rule is to join the galactic republic. naturally, being some kind of Gift From The Desert (anakin is still very force-sensitive), anakin is voted tatooine's senator. and there, he is introduced to the jedi and the lovely senator from naboo...

now has a part two !!

[old-lady-caledonia]

Here's the notes on the Medieval Fantasy Star Wars au! I'll add to this as I do more. If you're new here, this is the saga of me drawing Star Wars but like what if it was Fantasy?

[aquaticmercy]

HEAR ME OUT.

Imperial Sharpshooter!Dex x Jedi Knight!Reader | Star Wars AU

TW Grief, mention of death, obsession, unhealthy attachment, stalking (?), mentions of spice/drug and alcohol use, suggestive sexual content, enemies(ish)-to-lovers, weapon kink.

You were one of the few Jedi who survived Order 66.

You didn’t survive because you were better, or because you were chosen. You didn’t survive because the Force had some grand plan for you. If anything, you thought it was cruel that you survived at all.

You survived because you were a coward. You got luck, and you ran.

That day, you found your Jedi apprentice dead in her quarters. She was only a teenager, and more importantly, she was your ward. She was a child who had been entrusted to you, and the last thing you ever got to do for her was cradle her body while the Jedi Temple burned around you.

You cut off her Padawan braids with shaking hands because you couldn’t leave all of her behind.

Then you ran and hid in the refresher of a cargo ship. You burned your robes in a trash compactor. You traded your lightsaber for passage twice and stole it back both times.

So, no. You didn’t really consider yourself a Jedi anymore.

Jedi didn’t drink cheap booze from chipped metal cups on deserted towns in imperial planets. Jedi didn’t sleep in filthy hostels under fake names. Jedi didn’t take spice just to stop dreaming about the people they failed to save.

And Jedi definitely didn’t sleep with strangers because they were angry and grieving.

Enter Dex.

You met him in a bar near some run-down hostel on an Outer Rim planet you barely remembered the name of. You were there because you were hunting the clone who killed your Padawan, but so far, you had nothing. No name, no trail, nothing. 

Dex was sitting beside you at the bar, trying to flirt because you smiled at him kindly when you walked in.

And oh, he flirted badly.

Like, it was painfully terrible. He was doing that thing where he clearly wanted to be noticed but was pretending he didn’t care if you looked at him.

You noticed.

And not just because he was intense, not just because he looked at you like he was already one bad decision away from obsession.

And you liked him. You really did.

There was something about that singular focus of his that drew you in, that almost made you admire him against your better judgment. He was charming in a way that should have been off-putting, but it worked on you anyway. Still, that was not why you noticed. 

You noticed because the Force was strong with him.

He was clearly untrained and unfocused, but the potential was there.

Dex was Force-sensitive. He just had no idea. 

And really, that should have been your sign to walk away.

You didn’t.

So you slept with him that night, because one thing led to another, and honestly? Fuck the Jedi Code. Fuck the no-romantic-attachment rule. Fuck serenity. Fuck letting go.

Anyway, sleeping with Dex was not an attachment. Obviously.

It was just one night. One stupid, desperate night with a stranger who made you forget, for a few hours, that your entire life had been purged before your eyes.

You ended up against the wall of his dingy rented room, breath heaving as he drove into you, nail scratching and teeth biting. 

He was good. For a little while, you forgot the braid in your pocket, forgot the dead, forgot that you were supposed to be grieving, running, hunting. 

And then morning came. Dex was still asleep beside you.

Last night was fun, but you hadn’t been paying attention. You had been too tired and too desperate to forget. 

And you hadn't looked closely enough.

Because that morning, curiosity took over. When you looked around his room, your heart dropped.

You saw the Imperial uniform. You saw the Empire-issued rifle half-hidden under his bed.

And immediately, you were like: Maker, what have I done?

Because he was not just some strange man from a bar. He was not just an awkward, intense, off-puttingly charming man who you had a one night stand with.

He was an Imperial sharpshooter.

Which meant he had probably hunted people like you. He killed people like you. Maybe even surviving Jedi. Maybe even children who had escaped the Temple just to be found later.

So you left before he woke up. No note. No goodbye. Nothing.

And the thing was, Dex didn’t know you were Jedi.

To be fair, Dex did not know what he was either.

He had no idea he was Force-sensitive. He had no word for it, and no ancient teachings to explain why he can’t seem to miss, even if he tried. 

The Empire, arrogantly, thought they had just trained a very good sniper.

He was sad that he woke up without you, of course. He wanted to get to know you! 

So, when he got back to base, he started digging, researching your name day and night.

Later, he found your name in classified Imperial files: a surviving Jedi Knight.

Oh.

He should have told his superiors. He should have told them where he saw you. He should have said, yes, I met her, she was here, she went this way. Blah blah blah. 

He didn’t. Because, unfortunately for everyone involved, Dex was already obsessed with you.

So instead of reporting your last known whereabouts, he does the most Dex thing possible.

He starts sabotaging Imperial operations near your suspected locations to flush you out.

Insane behavior. But very Dex, right?

He started destroying supply lines and even discreetly killed officers who got too close to your trail. Then, he started causing just enough damage that innocent civilians needed help, because in his head, he knew you. He knew you wouldn’t be able to ignore the sound of a sister begging for help or a child crying because they lost their mother in the chaos.

And he was right.

You showed up.

You kept crossing paths with him, and every time, you ran before he could explain anything.

At first, you thought he was hunting you.

Which, y’know, fair.

He was Imperial. He was dangerous. You were probably his mission. You had looked into his record by then, and it was not exactly comforting.

But then you started noticing that the bodies he left behind were not rebels or civilians.

They were Imperial officers. They were always one of his own. 

Huh. Strange.

And then one day, there was a knock on your door.

You opened it. And it was Dex.

He was dragging a dead clone trooper behind him.

You ignited your lightsaber and put it straight to his throat. And the sick bastard looked like he was into it.

He only said, “I just wanna talk.”

So you let him in, but you kept the lightsaber at his neck the whole time because you were traumatised, not stupid.

You said, “then talk.”

And Dex explained that the dead clone on your floor was the one who killed your Padawan. You checked, he was right— he had the designation number of CT-0212. It matched information based on the blaster you found near the body. 

Because apparently, while he had been trying to find you, he had also figured out what you were really looking for. He knew you were hunting the clone responsible. He knew you hadn’t been able to find him.

So Dex found him for you, killed him, and dragged the body to your door like it was a gift.

Like: I know what you wanted, so I brought it to you. Now please love me? 

And to be fair, what were you supposed to do with that? Throw him back into the street?

The Empire had probably already realised he had defected. He had nowhere to go. He had just handed you the one thing you had been chasing since the day your life at the temple ended.

So you let him stay.

And because the Maker apparently had a sick sense of humor, you eventually let Dex back into your bed, and for more than one night this time.

Which was its own kind of disaster, because one night had been easy to excuse. One night could be grief, loneliness, bad judgement, whatever.

But this that was waking up tangled in his arms and kissing him back when he kissed you.

Worse, you eventually fell in love with him, too.

Which was completely against everything you had once been taught.

The Masters would have been disappointed in you. The Jedi rules against attachment existed for a reason, didn’t they? Possessive attachment and romantic love could lead to fear, jealousy, and the dark side.

You were supposed to be detached.

But where had detachment gotten any of you?

The Temple was turned into ash. Your masters were dead. Your Padawan was dead. Every surviving person you had once called a companion was now a name on an Imperial execution list.

So what if you loved Dex?

What were the Jedi Council going to do about it?

Oh, right.

They were all dead.

Eventually, you told him the truth: that he was Force-sensitive.

And suddenly, his whole life made sense.

How he was able to make impossible shots and ridiculous ricochets. The way he always knew where a target would move before they moved. The way the galaxy seemed to bend to his will whenever he aimed. 

And you, who were absolutely not a proper Jedi anymore, taught him what little you could.

Not the Temple teachings. Not the holy religious bullshit.

You taught him practical things. You taught how to listen to his surroundings, how to focus, how to feel the Force on purpose instead of reaching for it blindly.

And after that, the two of you became an absolute nightmare.

Because after that, you started killing Imperial soldiers and officers out of pure spite. Out of revenge.

And Dex didn’t stop you. In fact, he encouraged it. He helped you cover your blind spots. He put blaster bolts through anyone who looked at you wrong. He ran a tub for you after a long day and scrubbed the sweat off your skin and kissed the blood off your face. He would say he’s so proud of you for putting those scum down, as if he hadn’t been one of them once, too.

The other Masters would have hated it.

They would have said you were slipping, crawling toward the dark side one body at a time. They would’ve said you were careless for letting your grief turn into rage, rage into violence, violence into a line you would never come back from.

And maybe they would have been right.

But you had lost too much to care.

And now the man you loved was enabling you to take out your emotions however you liked.

So, really. How were you supposed to stop?

Also, Dex with a blaster? Horrifying. Beautiful. Give me that please.

Give that man a custom ricochet blaster and it is over. He’d be bouncing shots off cantina walls, pipes, doorframes, helmets, beskar armor, whatever. He wouldn't even need a clean line of sight. He’d just tilt his head, listen to the Force like you told him to, and suddenly three bounty hunters are down before anyone could process where the shot came from.

So yeah, the Empire accidentally created a Force-sensitive trick-shot assassin and then lost him forever because one traumatised Jedi smiled at him at a bar once.

Pathetic of them, honestly.

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Prompted by this ask.

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Note : starting a dex taglist, but I won’t be tagging people in small blurbs like this, just full length fics! Also, The Matt Murdock and Buck Cashman Star Wars AU blurbs are gonna be posted tomorrow. Gotta sleep now, it’s 3AM and I just finished marvel rivals placement matches lol. 

[littlebreadrolls]

Emperor Sith!Obi-Wan comic

So I had this idea where Emperor Palpatine ruled the universe and he found child!Anakin and raised him his whole life to be his perfect right hand/fist. But only a few years after Anakin was old enough to begin performing his duties, Palpatine's rule collapses because Sith!Obi-Wan skips in and kills him. Now, Emperor Obi-Wan thinks Darth Vader would be a very useful weapon to have at his own disposal.

And Anakin, who's been raised in isolation his entire life and is kind of like a poorly socialized puppy ... well, he's kind of distracted by how soft and nice-smelling and pretty Obi-Wan is???