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Originally titled "In Which Anakin Thinks He is Subtle, Padme Indulges Him (and Herself) and Kenobi is Caught in the Middle"

Anakin was a slave and is now a prince, Knight Kenobi wants what he cannot have, and Padme is a simple handmaiden who did not expect this but is not complaining.

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So basically, when Obi-Wan told Anakin he should train Ahsoka, what he really meant was ‘I want to co-parent with you, let’s raise a Padawan together.’

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A Few Introductory Cliff Notes from the Fic I’m Too Lazy to Think Through

I’ve always headcanoned that the first few months of life in the Jedi Temple were particularly Rough™ for Anakin. The other padawans don’t take to him right away (or, ever. but that’s another story). He’s lonely. He misses his mom. The Knights and Masters are wary of him. Even Obi-Wan (still reeling the death of Qui-Gon is distant) 

Long story short, Anakin ends up developing selective mutism due to the trauma of the move to (another) hostile environment. 

Obi-Wan and the other Masters are Stumped. They had no idea what to do with this difficult boy from the start. And now he’s suddenly stopped talking. Great. What do?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the galaxy, Shmi is visited by that sweet young girl who she offered shelter to a few months back. Oh snap, she’s a Queen. ANd she’s here to free her?? AND TAKE HER TO SEE ANI?? Just let me grab my shawl, hold tight. 

It takes several weeks of petitioning the Jedi before Shmi is finally, finally able to see her son and…oh, what in Ar-Amu’s name have these strange people done to her boy?

And Shmi, well she’s free now, right? And Ani’s free…or he was supposed to be. In what world do freemen call one another Master? What did she give her son up to?

But she’s free. 

She’s free

She’s free. 

And before she can even think on it another second, she’s scooped her dead-eyed baby boy up in her arms and walked straight out of that blasted Temple and back onto the Queen’s speeder 

They’re en route to Naboo before she realizes Anakin is still in one piece

They’re back in the apartment the Queen purchased for her before she realizes not a single Jedi stepped forward to stop her from taking Anakin back. Not even Knight Kenobi. There’s a strange swirl of emotions that sends her flailing from relief to heartbreak that he meant so little to them. But he meant so little to them. Good riddance, she decides in the end. 

Time passes. Shmi gets a job in a droid factory. Anakin starts lessons with a private tutor. He gets his voice back. He joins a droidmaking club at the Theed Community Center where Shmi learns to read and write and how to balance a household budget. They learn how to be free, together.

Until one day they receive a guest. 

Chancellor Palpatine comes to call on them and invite the boy who saved his homeworld and his mother out to dinner at one of the galaxy’s most exclusive restaurants. 

Shmi is wary, but there’s something Old and ingrained in her that knows better to say ‘no’ to powerful men.  

But Everything unnerves her about that Sheev Palpatine, and that sour feeling that settles in the pit of her stomach whenever his name is mentioned only spreads with every gift that arrives at their home for Anakin. 

Old fear overtakes Shmi for the first time since coming to Theed. She remembers an auction when Anakin had still been small, but old enough to be sold without her. When she’d been standing with the rest of Gardulla’s new bunch, watching her get (momentarily) outbidded. 

This is worse. 

Shmi has always believed in the wisdom of dreams, and she doesn’t like what hers’ have begun to tell her.

The Queen is busy, Shmi doesn’t want to trouble her. There’s no one she can go to with this. 

Until one day, Knight Kenobi comes to call on them. It’s been almost a year since that day she walked out of the Temple with her son on her hip, and Shmi has to say, the young man looks far better for the wear than she remembered. 

Anakin is at school, so they’re free to make idle chit chat over tea while they wait for him to get home. 

He asks her how Anakin is adjusting (Fine). How she is adjusting (Fine). And finally, he apologizes for the way things ended with Anakin, and offers to resume training him in controlling his powers, regardless of the wishes of the Jedi Council

And maybe it’s that show of good faith. The ardent sincerity in the young man’s eyes. The regret. That gets Shmi to say what’s really been weighing on her mind. She tells him about the Chancellor. About his gifts. About how worried she is

“And his eyes. He has such horrible, horrible yellow eyes.” 

And that’s the story of how nothing ever went wrong in Anakin Skywalker’s life ever again, and Obi-Wan Kenobi became the first two-time Sith Killer in a millennium. 

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has Padme ever thought of Anakin as adorkable

“My lady, you have adelivery.” Tarka announces as she enters. Padme doesn’t look up from her work,just waves a hand at the side table next to the couch in her office in anindication to set whatever it is down. She has to be careful with her wordingfor this bill, knows that the Tourdes will go over this with a fine toothed combbefore it even gets to the Queen for final review. But this is important andwith the war going on, there are more people getting out of the Outer Rimneeding a place to settle and Naboo has enough space and resources for them.

(She tries not to thinkof Shmi Skywalker’s limp body in her son’s arms, tries not to think of Anakinwashing her face with gentle fingers, eyes a swirl of bright blue pain andtorment. She fails. The woman offered them shelter, water, and food once;trusted them with the most important thing in her universe, and Padme neverbothered to check in on her, never bothered to…

This is pointless. Thedead are dead and gone, nothing she can do about it. This bill will give thosefreeing chains a place to land, a safe place with plentiful land and a path tocitizenship.)

It isn’t until she’sgoing over the text for a third time that the scent hits her. The soft, sweetsmell of her mother’s favorite flower, the smell of spring and fresh wind fromthe mountains. She looks away from her monitor to see a vase sitting on theside table, clear glass without a spot on it, and the arrangement of flowers init seems rather small and plain.

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Rating: PG Characters/Pairings: Anakin/Padme/Obi-Wan (ObiAniDala) Warnings: None Summary: Of course their ship crashed. Of course there’s a blizzard, with no hope for immediate help. But they’ve got blankets, food, and well, each other. (In which Anakin and Padme invite Obi-Wan into their bed blanket fort.)

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Padme, resourceful as ever, had managed to find a portable heater in one of the freighter’s holds, and procured every foil blanket and scrap of cloth she could find in the ship. While Obi-Wan coded and sent off a scrambled emergency message that would hopefully remain undetected by the Separatists for the next couple of days, Anakin cobbled together a spare heat lamp with the contents of an ancient oil can, the rusted drum of a spare thermal exhaust and whatever odds and end he’d managed to scour from the Hawkbat’s incredibly battered toolkit.

“Let’s hope that doesn’t blow up,” Obi-Wan remarked as he walked into the common room and saw Anakin attempt to light it.

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Submission: Who to Turn to

Title: Who to Turn to

Rated: G

Characters: Ahsoka, Anakin, Padme, and Sabe

Pairing: Anakin/Padme

Summery: After walking away from the Jedi, Ahsoka does not just disappear.

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There are some in the galaxy that think that Jedi do not know what family is; the first time she heard this Ahsoka laughed. The Jedi are one of the largest families in the galaxy. Growing up, she had a crèche full of siblings; a grandfather figure in Yoda, father figures in Plo and Obi-Wan, and a father/brother figure in Anakin. The clones had become thousands of brothers to her. She loved them all dearly, would live to spend another day with them, would die to give them another day. She thought they felt the same.

Until the bomb.

Until her trial.

Until she had to run away and hide from her loved ones as they chased her down, because the one she loved as a sister killed brothers.

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FOR THOSE OF US THAT HAVEN’T SEEN ROGUE ONE YET!!

COMPLETELY TRUE, 1000% VERIFIABLE SPOILERS

I’LL START US OFF!!! *clears throat*

Sidious chokes on a seed and dies in a wonderful explosion

Padme Amidala’s ghost descends from the heavens to shame everyone’s wardrobe

Darth Vader spends the whole time crying and following her around, praising her every word

There’s an hour of Luke Skywalker trudging through his chores, cursing sand with an adorable pout

Leia and Jyn go drinking and talk shit about the Empire then start a pub fight - Leia wins by pulling a blaster

Bail, Breha, and Leia get a space dog that is as big as R2-D2 and is convinced it can fit on everyone’s lap

Leia doesn’t discourage this behavior 

Darth Vader goes through a wormhole and finds a universe where NONE OF THAT HAPPENED AND HE CAN BE HAPPY FOREVER WITH HIS WIFE AND KIDS

The entire movie is Mace Windu killing all the Sith while yelling how tired he is of all these motherfucking sith lords in his motherfucking republic

There is an hour of Shmi Skywalker, free and happy, cooing down at her cute little baby boy

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Crack AU where Anakin can all of a sudden hear the background music that we all hear. Those pleasant chats with Palpy become a lot more ominous. Though Anakin admits that the fights have become a lot more epic. Thoughts?

Hahahahaha. Love it!

And okay, my first though was “and the galaxy was saved because even Anakin Skywalker would struggle to keep trusting Palpatine with that music playing in the background”

Anakin think he’s gone COMPLETELY insane (maybe he’s finally been electrocuted too many times and its fried his brain). He doesn’t tell anyone though because he can still fight just fine just… everything is a lot more musical. He doesn’t want to be thought crazy and taken off the front lines.

Once he figures out what the various musical cues mean he actually finds them useful in figuring out how dangerous a situation is. Also battles are so much cooler now and boring landscapes are slightly less boring because at least now they have mood music. Yep, he can live with this.

(Although he is always confused why the ominousness that is The Imperial March starts playing at some of his decisions)

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Thank you all for the comments on the plot idea. This will be a series that I will slowly work on along with the other bits and pieces that I have going on right now. You guys have no idea how amazing it was to go from three notes (two of them my own) to 182 in the last two days. Thank you all so much for your support and encouragement. 

This is a JA/10th Doctor crossover with Donna as the companion. This first part is hella sad as Obi-Wan is a sad little panda that will get his hugs and love soon, don’t worry. Editing was bare minimum so if you see anything let me know and I will fix it. 

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The small shoulder bag was heavy against his left shoulder.

The straps dug into the soft skin and bone and the weight of the few belongings that he called his own dragged him down and made him slowly and sluggish.

Everything was bleak and grey around him. As if all of the colours had been drained from the world. The bustling sounds of sentient life and advertising billboards were like a dull roar to his ears. He felt like he was under water. Sinking deeper and deeper into murky deeps while he downed with silent screams.

All he could hear was Master Windu’s deep voice ringing within his ears, telling him that he was being sent to the AgriCorps because of his behaviour and that he was lucky that Bruck Chan was alive after the beating Obi-Wan had supposedly given him. The Master had also said that if Bruck had died, then Obi-Wan would have been tried for his murder and that Obi-Wan should be grateful that Master Yoda had spoken up for him and that Bruck himself had not wanted Obi-Wan to face trial.

Obi-Wan didn’t understand what had happened. He had not fought with Bruck for several days as he had twisted his ‘Saber wrist during gymnastics; a wound that the Master must surely knew that he still had as he had spent several hours in the Healers Ward because of it.

But for some Force only knows reason, they had believed what Bruck had told them and all seemed to agree that Obi-Wan had been the one to attack the other boy. They hadn’t even asked for his side of the story!

Obi-Wan wiped his right eye and sniffed lightly. One of the recently Knighted Jedi had dropped him off at the space port and had handed him his ticket before telling him to wait for the ship. The Knight did not stick around and was quick to leave to return to the Temple. Obi-Wan had felt the disgust and anger pouring off the other before the Knight’s shields mentally kicked him away; giving him a headache and an odd feeling at his right temple.

There had been one thought that had been projected by the Knight. One that Obi-Wan was not sure had been done accidentally. ‘Little Freak. He doesn’t deserve to be a Jedi. What kind of monster enjoys hurting others? And especially at his age? Force, let’s hope that the Corps ca sort him out or we will be having to execute the boy in a few years’ times for being dark.’

Obi-Wan guessed that was the story that Bruck had told everyone. That he was a freak who liked to cause pain. Obi-Wan would not be surprised at this point if Bruck had told the Masters that he, Obi-Wan, had been forcing Bruck into fighting with him every other night. A stupid and mostly untrue lie. Bruck and Obi-Wan had been midnight sparing with each other for years and while they did not like each other, they did always patch the other up.

But none of that mattered anymore.

No one wanted him. And now, because of what Bruck has done; no one ever will. Obi-Wan may have two weeks left until he was thirteen and officially ‘aged out’ but no one would dare to come forward and claim him now. Not that there was anyone lining up to do so.

There was only one Master that was without a Padawan on active duty and he had already asked, no begged, Master Diplomat Qui-Gon Jinn and the tall, cold man has said no.

Jinn’s icy and sharp blue eyes had stared down into his own hopeful and desperate eyes as the older man told him that he was not interested in having a Padawan and that he, Obi-Wan, needed to show himself some self-respect and not beg like a starving person on the streets. The Master had then gone on to say, as a crowd gathered near them, that a Jedi is above begging and that a Jedi would never allow themselves to become so low and that Obi-Wan’s own self anger and desperation alone would have turned Qui-Gon away if he had been looking for a Padawan anyway.

It had been humiliating to say the least. Obi-Wan had bowed his head and had apologised for his behaviour before leaving with his head down and his tail more or less between his legs. He had to force backs his tears until he reached the small private area that Bant and he shared in the Room of a Thousand Fountains. He had not bothered to go to dinner that night and Bant had brought him some fruits before Master Windu had found him and told him he was to be sent away the next day.

Force, all he had every wanted to be was a Jedi Knight. Obi-Wan knew that he was meant to be one. The Force sings with a warm joy at the thought of him being a Knight and helping others. It was who he was supposed to be. What he was supposed to do with his life.

What he always dreamed of doing with his life.

Obi-Wan could not remember a time when he did not day dream about himself becoming a Knight. Of him standing tall in cream and brown with a strong blue Lightsaber within his hands. Of him standing by whoever was his Master. Of him being ready and willing to fight and defend those who were in need and with the Force and Light on his side, Obi-Wan knew that everything would be alright.

Ha, those were just stupid childish dreams now. He would never do any of that. Never. He was not even allowed to keep his training ‘Saber. Master forced him to give it back.

Obi-Wan sat heavily onto one of the uncomfortable waiting chairs by the ships terminal, feeling terrible. There was an empty, sinking feeling in his belly that had nothing to do with the fact that he didn’t eat dinner the night before or breakfast before he arrived here. The empty feeling was making him want to do nothing but curl up into a ball somewhere dark and small and cry quietly to himself, where there are no eyes to watch and judge him.

He was a failure. A useless, unwanted failure. Who will be sent to be a farmer on some unknown, inhospitable planet and be expected to make planets grow from infertile ground.

Everyone knows that being sent to the AgriCorps when you haven’t personally requested it or been recommended to it means that you failed. It means that you are too strong in the Force to be sent back to your birth family but are too weak to do anything useful in the Order itself. Instead you are sent to be a farmer. A food grower. And most of the food won’t be going to planets or people who are in need of it. Instead, it will be going to the Temple, where most of it will be wasted.

Obi-Wan felt sick to his stomach realising that he had wasted so much food in his short life at the Temple. All that food was someone’s work and he wasted it. Even last night when he didn’t eat that fruit was him wasting someone’s hard work. Force, no wonder no one wanted him as a Padawan. He must have been seen as so selfish and rude to everyone around him.

It was a wonder Bant was even friends with him.

Obi-Wan stifled a sob that suddenly caught in his throat at the thought of his friend. Who cares about being a Knight. He is going to miss her. He is going to miss her giggle like laugh. He is going to miss the feeling of her webbed hand in his. He is going to miss swimming with her in the pools and playing games and just being a kid with her.

He doubted he would get to see her again for a very long time. AgriCorps farmers rarely leave their planets and are often isolated so that they can concentrate on their work without having to deal with outside sources distracting them.

Obi-Wan sniffed again and wiped one of his eyes as the sting of tears pricked against them. He will not cry in public. He was already a failure and he will not allow himself to become a disgrace to the Jedi. A Jedi does not beg and nor does he cry in public. Crying is your soul’s way of healing but it is safest to heal in the company of home and family. That was what his Crèche Master always said and Obi-Wan would be damned if he didn’t follow her words.

Obi-Wan was jolted out of his thoughts when a rather large and burly looking humanoid sat down in the chair besides him, despite the fact that there was more than plenty of chairs around them. Obi-Wan could smell the stale sweat and uncleanliness on him and leaned away. Something about this man made him want to run. It was almost a tickling feeling in the back of his mind telling him that something was not right.

That feeling was amplified when the other man dropped his arm around Obi-Wan’s chair and began to lean down close to him. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened and the Force pricked behind his right eye before he launched himself out of his chair and away from the man. He could see the hypo clearly in the hand that had not gone around Obi-Wan’s chair.

Obi-Wan panicked and shuffled back quickly as the man stood menacingly. Obi-Wan looked frantically around the busy are and briefly meet the eyes of a red-haired women who was speaking to a man in an odd-looking outfit before the menacing man’s voice interrupted his search for help and escape.

“You try anathin’ lad and I’ll blow this shit station to pieces yeah?” The man hissed lowly, his breath reeking and mouth spiting from where he was.

Obi-Wan stared up at the other man in fear. There was no way he could take this man. No way in the Force could he ever be strong enough to take this guy down and get away without hurting himself or someone else. And what did he mean by blow? Was there a bomb somewhere? What was happening?!

Breathing fast with tears pricking at his eyes, Obi-Wan frantically shook his head as he took several steps back and into someone’s chest. He jumped away immediately and was surprised to see that the odd-looking outfit man and the red-haired woman were there behind him.

Oh, Force, were they both with the menacing man?!

To his surprise and slight horror, the woman stood directly in front of Obi-Wan protectively and with her back to Obi-Wan, the woman began to quite loudly yell at the menacing man.

“Oi! Leave off the boy!”

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I find I really like Qui-Gon: Collector of Strays

Stories where he comes across Smol Obi-Wan and goes This, This is Mine

And walks off with him under one arm

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a star wars a new hope AU bunny

See, I probably need to get this out here before it’s potentially jossed by the next new episodes.

In the meantime, consider:

Luke Skywalker being a young Daddy to baby Rey by the time A New Hope begins.

Rey’s Mama has not been fridged, btw.  By mutual agreement, Luke is raising the kid himself and Mama just visits.  Luke still wants to get off Tatooine, but he wants to bring his kid with him because he doesn’t want the little one growing up always and forever wondering about her biological parents, just like he did. 

So Luke has Plans, okay?  He wants to travel the stars but he wants to embark on this adventure with his little girl.

So imagine Luke’s terror when he comes back home to the homestead and finds Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen dead.

Imagine his relief at finding Rey, quiet and terrified in some secret cubbyhole that the Larses once devised for baby Luke.  She was quiet, because Aunt Beru told her to be.  And so she was never found by the stormtroopers. 

Obi-Wan Kenobi, knowing the possible Disaster Scenarios in leaving Rey Skywalker behind (even if she was to be hidden with her biological mama), encourages Luke to bring his toddler with him. 

Han made the obligatory grumbles about having kids on his ship but they’re really just for show and basically Chewie has declared that he’s adopting the Skywalkers, even as he’s happily cuddling the baby girl. 

Han cannot protest. 

When Rey meets her unknown “Aunt” Leia, she takes to the Princess immediately.  

Also, Ben Kenobi does not get killed on the Death Star.  He’s got Skywalkers to look after.  Again. 

Also, Rey would be Very Unhappy with him if she doesn’t have her Grandpa Ben. 

Luke Skywalker has an even bigger reason to make that Death Star shot. 

When a certain wheezy Dark Lord of the Sith finds out the name of the Rebel pilot who destroyed the Death Star, he’s understandably Pissed Off.

When he finds out that said Death Star Destroyer is a happy Cinnabon Roll Sunbaby with his own precious happy Cinnabon Roll baby girl, welp - this just in:  Darth Vader Defects to the Rebel Alliance. 

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Lovely! Is it bad that I forsee Little  Monster becoming an affectionate nickname?

inspired by the prompt/response made here (x); Ageswap au, where Anakin is Qui-Gon’s former padawan and Obi-Wan is the shiny new kid on the block.

Anakin has barely turned his report into the Council, survived the follow-up interrogation they’d given him - which he’d gritted his teeth through, painfully polite, though he’d expected no less from them - and gotten a few hours of sleep in when he finds out that while he was gone, his Master has gone and gotten himself a new padawan.

Okay, his old Master. His former Master. Anakin has been a knight for over a year now, and granted, much of that year was spent on a rather infuriating mission protecting a headstrong Duchess - but Anakin has not been a padawan in a while, and indeed, had successfully kept the Duchess alive the entire time by himself. So. Former Master. He no longer requires a minder.

He still sees the tiny person trotting after Master Qui-Gon toward the mess hall and feels a moment of indignant attachment. Not the clean white initiate tunics, ill-fitting in their ‘one-size fits most’ manner, but tunic and breeches and boots meant to be the first charges of a Force-sensitive on the path to becoming a Jedi.

“What’s this,” Anakin says, coming upon Qui-Gon and staring down at the thing currently occupying the spot at Qui-Gon’s side that by all rights should be his. It looks up at him with wide eyes under the bristling Padawan cut, the smallest braid hanging over its shoulder.

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From a Certain Point of View

Or, how Ben Kenobi’s boldfaced lie prevarication saved the Galaxy (but not in the way he thought it would).

(See Part One)

Part Two

For the first time in a long time, the cold, dead-star dragon of dread that gnaws at Anakin Skywalker’s heart and mind has loosened its constricting coils. It’s still there, of course, lurking. Waiting patiently for its next opportunity to strike. Hissing its dire warnings of loss and failure and impotence. But having cleared the air with his Master – having named the dragon aloud – has lessened its influence. The dragon thrives on secrecy, after all – on that dark, cold, hollow space in his chest. And it’s hard for the dragon to grow when that space is instead flooded with light.

If only it weren’t for this blasted war and the fact that he still has to hide his marriage…

If only it weren’t for the fact that one secret – Luke and Darth Vader – still lies between himself and everyone he loves…

Meanwhile, Palpatine continues to plot. Plans A through C have failed? That’s… irksome. (Deeply irksome, if Palpatine is to be honest.) But it isn’t as though he lacks alternates.

Fortunately for Palpatine, Plan D. (Operation ‘Kill’ Kenobi) works beautifully. 

At first.

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OMG this is such a great read!!!

From a Certain Point of View

Or, how Ben Kenobi’s boldfaced lie prevarication saved the Galaxy (but not in the way he thought it would).

Part One

Shortly before the beginning of ESB, Luke accidentally winds up in the past, conveniently appearing right next to Anakin Skywalker, new Jedi Knight. 

After convincing Anakin that he is indeed his son from the future – this takes a great deal of time and no small amount of effort – Luke begins to warn him about the Dreadful Future that awaits the galaxy… only to be returned to his own time/universe before he can finish the story.

But hey, Luke is sure that Anakin won’t have any problems figuring out the Emperor’s true identity. At least he was able to get across the important information, yeah? 

At least he got to warn his father about Darth Vader.

There’s just one little problem: Luke doesn’t know that Vader is the same person as Anakin Skywalker.

So when Luke warned his father that some student of Ben’s was going to go Dark Side, destroy the Jedi, betray and murder both Ben and Anakin himself, and probably kill Luke’s mother while he’s at it, Anakin drew the obvious conclusions:

#1: He (Anakin) is the only padawan Obi-Wan has ever had.

#2: If that Dreadful Future of his son’s is to come true, that obviously means that Obi-Wan is going to take on another padwan in the near future. 

#3: Therefore, in order to prevent the nightmare that is Luke’s world, all Anakin has to do is make sure that Obi-Wan never gets another padawan.

Easy, right? 

…Right?

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So basically, when Obi-Wan told Anakin he should train Ahsoka, what he really meant was ‘I want to co-parent with you, let’s raise a Padawan together.’

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That diagram of the Jedi temple got me thinking that it would have a very collegiate atmosphere

“Wanna get some food?” “The refectory’s closed.” “What about the one in the east wing?” “They put so much cheese in EVERYTHING though.”

Younglings excusing themselves from class, using the restroom, and then taking “the long way” back (which takes forty-five minutes)

All sorts of nefarious goings-on happen in the meditation gardens after midnight

There’s a loth-cat loose in the dorms. No one knows who it belongs to, but it has been there for weeks.

Jocasta Nu would very much like to know who keeps changing the desktop backgrounds on the library computers to a close-up of Mace Windu’s angry face, although she’s not sure whether she would prefer to punish them or hire them on as an assistant

Kit Fisto is a bit of a legend in the dormitories, rumored to have scaled the Tower of Reconciliation on a dare using nothing but tied-together bedsheets. He demurrs when asked about it, which only adds more fuel to the fire.

Though not officially sanctioned, there is a temple radio station. Tune in late at night to hear everything from traditional Gungan music to deep cuts from outer rim punk bands

Quinlan Vos is a library napper #confirmed

Groups of padawans sneaking through the main hall at night, when everything is empty and silent, their giggles echoing off the vaulted ceiling and bouncing back at them from a thousand directions 

They say that the memorial to Qui-Gon Jinn in the Temple Spire is haunted. Every now and then a knight will camp out next to it in hopes of catching a glimpse of the paranormal, and some come back claiming to have heard strange sounds. Then again, they may have just been hearing Eeth Koth’s art-noise band rehearsing.

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