Also… your post about ani loving back scratches omg.. you think he’s into like reader playing with his hair too?? His curls, and even when he had short hair like wow I just know that man has the softest hair ever
happy may the 4th! send me star wars requests/headcanons and we'll have a party <3
i pictured this as tcw!anakin's hair because it was like the cutest little baby mullet/shag where it was growing and curling against the nape of his neck and i wanted to scrunch it with my fingers so bad <333
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"Keep going."
"Hold on, hold on," You mutter, "My friend's texting me."
Anakin releases a displeased grunt into the fabric of your shirt, and you feel it where it lands warm in your lap.
"Easy," You tap away at the screen of your datapad, pecking letter by letter at what is shaping up to be a lengthy paragraph, "I thought they taught patience at the temple, Jedi Knight. I'll go back to playing with your hair as soon as I'm done."
Anakin grunts again, louder this time.
You don't dignify his dramatics with a response, and you continue typing, the lingering warmth of Anakin's hair fading from your fingertips. He lets you get half of a sentence more in before you feel an invisible tug at your hand, and it relocates itself against Anakin's scalp instead of where you'd placed it on your pad.
"Anakin!" You scoff, "Did you just force my hand back into your hair?"
He lets out a muffled chuckle into your sleep shirt, "Force."
"You are absolutely insufferable," You grumble, but you indulge him with the scrape of your nails against his scalp. It sends a shiver down his spine, and he burrows his face further into your stomach.
"You sound like Obi-Wan," He muses, "I've heard insufferable, incorrigible, reckless, untamable, unmanageable-"
"Unshushable," You add, still making a valiant effort at typing one-handed rather than returning your second hand to its rightful place among Anakin's barely-curled scruff, "Do you ever stop talking?"
"You love the sound of my voice," He accuses, peering up at you with squinted, tired eyes, "That's why you make me read to you at night."
"No, I make you read to me at night because the last thing you read was a users' manual for a landspeeder, and you barely even skimmed that," You scratch against the crown of his head and he groans, "I worry about your literary habits."
"I worry about your hair-playing habits," He reaches out to knock your datapad out of your hand which he drags back into his hair, "Come on, baby, you owe me three books-worth of this."
It's a bad idea to try outsmug Obi-Wan.
(but also if main characters in opera have A Passion, it won't end good for at least for one of them)
I prefer Form VI for Maul but…Form III just has its own beauty. I grew up with wuxia genre so that familiar defense pose is iconic and stunning af. More pic for Jedi Maul AU, and that is his Master, a Falleen - who doesn’t have a proper Stars Wars name yet - his place holder name is Lãnh Thiền.
Summary: You help comfort Anakin after a nightmare.
A/N: (This is just me ranting btw) Ya’ll I think I’m dying. Ya girl’s got a double ear infection and pulled a back muscle dancing. But besides that I’m doing great and have lots of cool fic ideas! Also I am trying to get back into a writing routine! What days should I post, Saturday, or Sunday? Let me know!
Word Count: 1K
Warnings: Angst but like, fluffy angst? Nightmares but nothing scary. CUTENESS! Oh, and typos
The night sky stretched over the endless city of Coruscant, covering it in a calming blanket of darkness. Inside your apartment, away from the busy night life of the streets, you slept soundly next to your boyfriend, Anakin, enjoying the serenity.
A sudden movement from the other side of the bed roused you from your deep slumber. You twisted in the silk sheets and onto your back before opening your groggy eyes, letting them grow accustomed to the darkness of the room. Through your cloudy vision, you saw Anakin tossing and turning restlessly, his face contorted with pain, his brow covered with a thin sheen of sweat. You had awoken to this sight a million times before and it broke your heart every time. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you gently tapped his arm.
“Ani it’s ok it’s only a dream.” You attempted to tell him in a soothing voice. Slowly, Anakin came out of his sleepy trance. He abruptly sat up, turning so his feet hung off the edge of the bed, his bare back facing you. He ran his slightly shaky mechanical hand through his curly locks, and you listened intently as his deep intakes of breath filled the otherwise silent room.
Weiterlesen
“Padmé Amidala was completely still. The brown halo of her hair spread out around her, softened here and there by white blossoms that had blown through the air to find their rest amongst her curls. Her skin was pale and perfect. Her face was peaceful. Her eyes were closed and her hands were clasped across her stomach as she floated. Naboo carried on without her.
Even now, at the end, she was watched.”
- Queen’s Shadow by E.K. Johnston
Anakin looking up at future Ahsoka: Ah, okay no I get it now. I see what you were talking about Obi-Wan: So you'll be sorry for rubbing it in my face that you're taller than me? Anakin, with a wide grin: What? No! Now there are TWO of us taller than you! Obi-Wan: I should have joined Dooku when he asked
YOU'RE RIGHT screw the time travel au tho, this can happen in every fix-it au ever as well
*happy beeps*
[got to thinking about artoo helping anakin record those videos for ahsoka 🥹]
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the first time anakin saw obi wan flirt to his advantage he was, quite surprised, to say the least
Coruscant | The Jedi Temple, for @rochester-born‘s ask, what I like about the Jedi:
I love the Jedi Aesthetic, the blend of space fantasy modern technology with something ancient and spiritual. I love how beautiful the Jedi Temple is, how grand and sweeping it is, while being warm and filling, that you can very nearly feel the hum of the living Force within it, you can very nearly feel the shimmer of the stars echoing softly when Jedi listen to them. I love that it’s huge, but it’s also full of Yoda playfully teaching the younglings and cutely teasing Obi-Wan about having ~lost a planet. I love the Great Jedi Tree in its place of honor, I love the soaring heights of the Grand Hall with its warm sunlight streaming in, I love the epic hallways that blend something ancient with something immediate, all that light streaming in and looking out over the bustling city. I love the massive Archives that are quiet but still thrum with life and learning. I love the giant doorways that show the Jedi’s heritage and blend it together with advanced tech. I love glowing star maps that spin with beautiful light and stained glass windows that glow in the middle of the day. I love the cool blue light of the holocrons, so much knowledge and history waiting there, so soothing and gentle in their hum and glow. A thousand years and more of learning, ready to teach it to the next generation, for them to learn more and understand another smidgen about the Force to add to their greater understanding. The Jedi and their culture are gorgeous, look at all the beauty that’s there! Look at what a thousand years of their traditions and history have given them.
Felt like drawing some jedi with their droid or animal buddies.