Laying awake in the evening... Daydreaming about wonderful space warrior monk wizards and their cloned army of bffs... Getting whisked away by the Force at the end of the war into a bubble dimension where None Of That Shit happens to them...
The children all play together, carefree. The adults laugh. There’s tea fountains just because.
Clone Crèche Masters.
Clone Temple Guards.
Clone Temple Pilots.
Clone Battle Instructors.
Jedi-Clone society.
Everyone is ace because there’s no energy left for shipping. They’re all napping in one big platonic sleeping pile in a grass field on a beautiful summer afternoon.
Nothing matters and happy AU are the one source of serotonin.











