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what are your headcanons for how anakin might be a bit not-quite-human due to being an actual force baby? if you have any
I have so many and…I honestly kinda trickle them into my writings all over the place. In little things and details that aren’t for anyone else but me to grin at.
But they all have these things in common, so I’ll yammer on about those:
- He can see and hear in more places of existence than he should be able to
- He can see time concurrently if he concentrates – it’s why he’s such a good strategist – but it also means he can see the past and the future in equal measures. This makes meditation a fucking nightmare.
- In every version of Anakin Skywalker, he experiences some form of body dysphoria because there’s a sizable part of him that isn’t used to having a single form, unchanging.
- If his mother had been anyone else, he might have had a less human shell and wouldn’t have been able to become Darth Vader at all – how do you put someone into a iron lung, after all, if they don’t have a single form?
- His love is the thing that keeps his form stable – even as Darth Vader, he was still heart-endingly in love with
Padmé
and he still loved Obi-Wan as much as he hated the man and he loved Ahsoka still even if he never wanted her anywhere near him ever again. He loved Sheev Palpatine still and hated himself for the dependence.
- The Dark and the Light whisper and coo at him at all times and both of them are more than capable of doing him serious harm if he isn’t paying attention
- The first time he saw
Padmé
Amidala he saw everything she was, could ever be, ever would be, and everything she could not be. It was so bright and so much and he could remember, in the deep places of himself that cry out in agony at all times, that they were connected somehow. He asked her if she was an angel because what else could she be?
- He can feel planets pretty much at all times, like white noise. Sometimes they sing or hum, but mostly it’s just the sense of the gravity, of the environmental stress, of the draining of resources, of the life happening on it. If he reaches too much with the Force, he can loose himself in them.
- His emotions make his control better, make him stronger – regardless of what those emotions are.
- He can reach across star systems and feel Padmé with only a little bit of strain as long as they’re both in the same core of the republic – like, if they’re both in the core, or the mid-rim, or the outer rim. This is terrifying because each core has quite a LOT of star systems and even Yoda can only feel things happening in the star system he is currently in.
- He should be sterile from the amount of radiation that flows through his blood naturally, but isn’t. He should be toxic to be around, his blood acid, but neither of those things is true in practice
- If you look at him in the Force, somehow manage to make your eyes see a plane that isn’t supposed to be seen just felt, Anakin has wings and scales and fins and eyes everywhere. He shines and vibrates and drips blood and stardust. He has claws and fingers and teeth and fangs and a gaping mouth with multiple tongues. He is terrible and beautiful.
- Being half force did not save him from anyone, if anything it made things worse
You think Blake’s kitty ears ever get turned inside out on accident and she doesn’t know it, but Yang will literally drop everything she’s doing to fix them for her.
Handmaiden Sabé: Fulcrum Agent
I’m approximately a hundred years late to the party, but I just finished the Ahsoka novel – which, even as it made me weepy and emotional, I loved
(@evaceratops can attest to this, I yelled at her a lot)
– and because about 50% of my headspace is currently taken up with the Naboo royal handmaidens, I got a Spark™ of an idea from the ending.
Ahsoka and Bail are discussing their plans to move forward with the Rebellion, in it’s infancy but already mobilizing against the equally young but vastly more widespread Empire, and she declares herself “Fulcrum.” I got goosebumps. I loved that Ahsoka struck her own middle path in a deadly galaxy, that she named herself after taking back the crystals from the Inquisitor. She remade herself, and as broken and traumatized as she may be, she’s going to continue to fight.
And we know that others followed suit – Cassian Andor, Kallus (I will admit I still have not seen Rebels – I know but! I have a semi-working knowledge of the show. Eventually I’ll get to it!), and maybe others held this title, of organizing the Rebellion’s intelligence and people, organizing missions to thwart the Empire.
This is, of course, the natural home territory of the Naboo royal handmaidens. Subterfuge, intelligence, delicate smokescreen operations in high-stakes environments. It’s what they were trained for.
Sabé is a prime candidate for the Fulcrum title.
One day, Ahsoka and Bail are discussing their next move, and it becomes clear they need more help. They need someone they can trust, someone who’s used to danger and wants to see the Empire crippled.
Sabé has hated the Empire ever since Padmé’s body was brought back to Naboo.
Ahsoka leans back in her chair and groans, rubbing her forehead. “We need someone else, Bail – it’s dangerous, but I can’t be everywhere at once.” Her voice only betrays her exhaustion because Bail knows exactly how she feels. He’s never been more exhausted in his life. It takes a lot to play a part in the Imperial Senate while fighting it’s every move under the table.
Bail thinks for a moment, and then he remembers Naboo. He thinks of Padmé, and the young women that were never far from her, always in the shadows, but fiercely protective, intensely trained. He remember’s Sabé’s fierceness, the anger and hopelessness and determination in her eyes, her fingers twitching for action.
All of Padmé Amidala’s former handmaidens will not hesitate to help their cause, but Sabé… Sabé is the most formidable of them all. She is focused, determined, knows the risks – as strong and hardened as durasteel.
Sabé is a Fulcrum agent, Rabé and Eirtaé her two most trusted contacts and informants.
There’s something beautiful about Padmé’s decoy, her lookalike, taking up her mantle against Palpatine and his dark work.
Perhaps a certain Dark Lord of the Sith hears rumors of the former Queen of Naboo working in the shadows of the galaxy, an invisible hand against the Empire, and a shiver runs down his spine at the thought of Padmé’s ghost haunting him still.
HEADCANON ACCEPTED




