imagine the Jedi finding like, holonet fansites about them.
People who freak out and take pictures whenever they see a jedi
people who have whole worlds of wildly inaccurate headcanons about Jedi and certain Jedi whose pictures of various everyday heroics have become holonet memes
people who make plastoid lightsaber props
in the clone wars, whole fansites and blogs dedicated solely to Kenobi and Skywalker
Obi-Wan finds them and is scandalized
Anakin finds them and has the time of his life – he actual starts his own blog anonymously, which he updates with really good photos and funny, OOC posts about himself and Obi-Wan (((but liek how does he get those photos???/?? like kriff’s sake NO one KNEOWS)))
Master Yoda follows this blog religiously
Literally everyone in the Temple knows about Anakin’s blog except for Obi-Wan
Mace Windu trolls all of the comments section. The kicker? He does so as himself, but no one believes him, everyone thinks he’s a fan that somehow got the username TheRealMaceWindu
Palpatine follows Anakin’s blog, but does not know that it is anakin. He thinks it is some very distractible, annoying fanboy.
When the generals aren’t watching, the clones pick up all the dime store novels based on the Jedi and snigger to themselves in the barracks at the ridiculous sterotypes and misrepresentations – especially when Kenobi is made into a middle-aged heart throb.
Eventually, Anakin grows lax with his anonymity and starts his own blog as himself – it becomes one of the most popular blogs in the republic within a matter of weeks.
He posts a lot about Obi-Wan, only because he knows he will hate it. Obi-Wan’s consistent death glares at the camera have inspired their own meme.
Ahsoka once hacked Anakin’s blog and posted pictures of him making weird faces
Awkward funny Jedi online shenanigans
#Anakin posting a shirtless picture of Obi wan straight out of the shower#and Obi wan is so confused because suddenly he’s super popular with the people who usually goes for Anakin and such#there are several master Kenobi’s muscles appreciation blogs popping up everywhere#there may also be some memes#aggressive negotiator in the sheets
Oh my gosh
#THE CLONES STARTING THEIR OWN BLOGS ABOUT THEIR GENERALS #PUTTING UP PHOTOS AND VIDEOS OF THE RIDICULOUS SHENANIGANS THEY GET UP TO #THEY WAGE WAR OVER WHO’S THE BEST #SUDDENLY THERE ARE A LOT OF DIFFERENT SHIPS SPRINGING UP EVERYWHERE #THE 501ST & 212TH SHARE A BLOG #IT’S BASICALLY FULL OF BTS JEDI SASS AND SARCASM#AND SPAWNS SO MANY MEMES. #REX DOES A HILARIOUS WILDLIFE DOCUMENTARY ABOUT THE TWO JEDI CO PARENTING THEIR ADOPTED DAUGHTER
I take no responsibility:
A month ago, I had to attend a memorial service for-not-my-friend-and-not-my-family, which means spending the day being SRS and adult.
My brain woke me up with some astonishingly graphic smut.
For Padmé and Rex.
Yeah, I don’t know either.
So I had to write an entire scenario around that for it to make sense.
Then Flamethrower pointed out I really ought to rewrite a section (and she was totally right and it kicks some ass now instead of…just sitting there being awkward)
About 10.4k words later….
Description: Padmé survives Mustafar. She and Obi-Wan strike out on their own with
the twins, accumulating a far bigger family of clones, Jedi, and
assorted troublemakers. Even in the shadow of the Empire, they manage to forge
Padmé realizes she might be in a bit too deep when she wakes up
later. The cabin is dark, and she can’t see the chrono from where she
is, but she can feel Rex’s steady breathing from behind her. He’s been
clinging since they curled up underneath the blankets, and it’s not
quite what she expected from his perpetual, polite distance when they’re
in public. She doesn’t mind at all. It’s a nice feeling, and they fit
Since they’re that close, it must have been movement from him
that woke her. Trying to decipher that wakes her up more, so she can
just barely make out Rex whispering. His head is bowed, hair brushing
against hers as words puff faintly against her shoulderblade.
“Cyar’ika,” he says, and it’s clear it is not meant to be heard
by her. “Ner’cabur.” His voice goes gentler, and she can hear
determination coiling around the Mando’a. “N’kelir cabuor gar.”
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