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#Anakin Skywalker
gffa · 2 days ago
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I think a lot about George Lucas saying, as a statement of how Star Wars works, that “attachments are a path to the dark side”, and how that it’s literally the story of the prequels.  It’s literally the exact story of the prequels!!!  It’s precisely what happens in the story!!! Attachment is wanting someone for the way they make you feel, it’s being willing to sacrifice a thousand--a million, a trillion, a quadrillion--lives to save one life because you’re afraid to live without them.  That’s literally what Anakin does!!!  For that exact, specific reason!!! Anakin falls because he gets attached to people and attachments are a path to the dark side, so you know what he does?  He sacrifices a thousand lives, a million lives, a trillion lives to save one, that is literally the biggest plot point in the prequels and the explanation of how Darth Vader came to be!!!! Attachment is a path to the dark side is the story of the prequels.
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padawansuggest · a day ago
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Listen. The rest of the Jedi generals are over there being competent n shit. But you will never convince me that Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi’s biggest weapon isn’t annoying the enemy to death. I mean they also probably have the highest kill count/dismemberment count of sith and godlike creatures in the series which is HILARIOUS, but I mainly think they just make their enemies eye roll so hard it gives them an aneurism.
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husborth · a day ago
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anakin skywalker...... how to describe a fictional man. he was unfortunately afflicted with the great unluckiness of being anakin skywalker, an illness that is chronic, inujurious, and fatal, but also everyone else he met was afflicted with the condition of knowing anakin skywalker, a condition that could be either acute or chronic but was injurious and/or fatal in pretty much every single case. everyone involved in that was heinously unlucky but i don't even know who was the most unlucky, and at some point it's just no longer worth it to ask. he was the boy next door if the boy next door was frankenstein's monster, staring beseechingly at the stars like WHY WOULD YOU GIVE ME INEFFABLE COSMIC POWER IF IT WOULD NEVER MATTER AT ALL and the stars wink back because they're trying to teach him something, but everyone else gets to learn their lessons in the schoolyard, not the grand galactic motherfucking stage. your emotional malfeasance is the bringer and ender of wars, because the chosen one is the guy chosen to be acting out his psychodramas perpetually on the galactic stage, but no one else's choices have managed to wreck an entire galaxy before. from the age of nine he had his brain plucked like a harp by space satan, and usually the idea of being frankenstein's monster twice is really something untenable, but round one he was born to the arcane magics and round two, palpatine remade him as he saw fit. what a grim motherfucking existence, when your existence is someone or something else making a point. and also he thinks floating a pear is flirting. i cannot get ENOUGH of this guy
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phoenixyfriend · 2 days ago
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I really like Anakin/clone ships because I feel like he'd be REALLY enthusiastic about EVERYTHING they do and are, because Anakin's just like that about the people he loves, and the clone in question would be confused and delighted and flustered and maybe a little disbelieving that THE Anakin Skywalker is going full "LOOK AT MY AMAZING BOYFRIEND I MEAN TROOPER HE'S THE CUTEST AND THE SMARTEST AND THE BEST" and you just don't get Anakin's insane levels of open adoration from most people.
I'm exaggerating, yes, but I do think Anakin would be great for anyone's self-esteem and also Anakin ships are just. Very cute. Anakin in love is something that can be so adorable--
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kckenobi · a day ago
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this might be too specific but i relate so i want it very badly: obi-wan experiences chronic knee/shoulder pain but hides it from everyone (especiaLLY the council) except for anakin & ahsoka & cody, that's it, and all three of them love him so much and want him to not be in pain but obi-wan hates worrying others. it just means a lot to my little pea brain
obi-wan with chronic pain (and good friends :')
Contrary to popular belief, it didn't get better.
Obi-Wan returned to duty a week after Geonosis. It would have been sooner, had Vokara Che not been so insistent, and the Council a little less willing to listen. The saber wounds from his knee and shoulder were sewn up from a healing crystal, no scar to even show for them now. Unlike Anakin, who would feel the effects of Dooku's blade for the rest of his life.
But a year into the Clone Wars—a year of watching the Republic struggle and crumble and snap, a year of watching sentient beings die at the hand of his failure, a year of knowing that any of them, any of them, could be next—and Anakin was fighting better than he ever had. He'd blossomed, really—as a Jedi, a leader, a man. Sometimes, when he was sparring with Anakin, Obi-Wan forgot Geonosis had happened at all.
But not for long. Never for long.
"Sir?"
Cody was watching him now—goodness, he'd forgotten the Commander was there. They'd been combing through paperwork, settling the affairs of the latest campaign, and neither of them had even changed from their scorched and bloodied clothes. Obi-Wan had declined medbay—he always did, these days. But knew he wasn't being quite as discreet as he'd hoped from the way Cody followed him down the hall, gently taking his arm when he stumbled.
Watching him with soft eyes now.
"Sir, you should sit down," Cody said. "Or go to bed. We can finish this tomorrow."
"We won't have time tomorrow," Obi-Wan replied, without looking up from the screen. With one hand, he massaged his shoulder, trying not to grimace. He leaned on one knee. "We'll be landing in Coruscant in six standard hours, and then it'll be all politics and Council business and—"
"And I can finish it myself then, is what I was getting at."
A light hand came around his back, then—not moving him any place in particular. Just there, a gentle reminder. Soft and warm.
"I can't," Obi-Wan said softly.
"You couldn't do that to me? Sir, I'm your Marshall Commander—"
"No," Obi-Wan said. "Well, I would hate to do that to you. But I mean...I..."
He leaned forward against the nav console. If it wasn't there, he wasn't sure if he could still hold himself up.
He closed his eyes. "I mean I couldn't sleep if I tried." Cody's hand on his back stilled. "Not the way I'm..."
Cody, behind him, finished quietly. "The way you're hurting."
Obi-Wan didn't answer.
But he did let Cody pull up a chair. Cody had to help him down, keeping him from too much weight on the bad knee. He had the grace to ignore the unbidden cry of pain as Obi-Wan sank down into the seat.
Obi-Wan nodded his thanks—wasn't entirely sure what would come out if he tried to speak. His vision was a little blurry now, and he waited for it to come back. Then, he'd go back to the paperwork and the reports and—
Cody's hand landed lightly on his shoulder. The bad one, which ached almost as badly now as it had in the week after Geonosis.
And when Cody began to rub the aching muscle and bone, Obi-Wan almost tried to stop him. Found, though, that he didn't quite have the energy.
He leaned back in the chair, and closed his eyes.
Back at the Temple, it should have been better. The place always glowed like a beacon in the Force, full of the light and humor of children and the wisdom of generations. Anakin was back from his own campaign in the Outer Rim, Ahsoka with him, and they had plans to meet up that evening for a meal.
Although at the moment, Obi-Wan wasn't certain he could stomach one.
The Council listened to his debrief with interest—it was his first in-person meeting in quite a while, though many of the other Masters tuned in via hologram. It was always strange to see them, but not to feel them. The Council Chamber felt empty in spite of the many voices.
But an in-person meeting meant Obi-Wan had to work a little harder to hide it—the way he leaned on one leg more than the other, the way he reached for his shoulder when no one was looking his way. As a hologram, he only needed to think about how normal he looked. Here in the Chamber, he had to be careful he wasn't projecting into the Force how he felt.
"Master Kenobi, we have a difficult contractual situation in the Mid Rim. Might we send you to negotiate?"
Obi-Wan stifled the odd feeling in his chest—relief, in part, in fulfilling his real role as a Jedi. Regret, that Cody and the men would be on their own.
And then, the strangest one of all—a bit of dread.
He didn't want to be alone.
"Of course, Master Windu."
"We'll brief you tomorrow," he replied. "For now, get some rest—you'll need it. We all do."
Obi-Wan nodded. The meeting was dismissed, and the Councilors moved to adjourn.
When Obi-Wan started for the door, though, he stumbled.
Master Windu saw—or maybe sensed—his discomfort, and soon enough he was there at his side.
"And perhaps," he said, hand gently on Obi-Wan's forearm. "Make a visit to the Halls of Healing as well."
"I am fine, Master."
Master Windu's eyebrows raised, then lowered. Obi-Wan's face burned.
"There isn't much they can do for me anyhow."
Obi-Wan declined dinner at Dex's, when Anakin asked. Ahsoka had merely looked disappointed, but Anakin saw through him—the worry was all over his face.
"We'll bring some back for you," Ahsoka said. They were standing in the doorway of Obi-Wan's quarters. "You want the usual?"
"I'm afraid I'm not very hungry, Padawan."
It was Anakin who contested that. "You need to eat something. Better Dex's than more ration bars." He was eying Obi-Wan closely, which he avoided. "Be back soon, okay?"
There was a nudge in the Force—Anakin, checking in on him. Obi-Wan nudged back, but it was weak.
When they shut the door, Obi-Wan kicked off his boots and left them in the living room. He thought about making some tea, but the energy necessary to get to the kitchen, and the thought of holding something in his stomach, both deterred him. Instead, he inched toward the bedroom, finally allowing himself to limp as much as necessary. No need to put on a show now.
Until he stumbled. A step from the bedroom door, his bad knee gave, and he cried out.
He didn't catch himself.
At long last, he managed to get himself into bed. He stripped off his outer tunics as best he could, leaving the leggings and undershirt beneath, and curled himself under the covers. He could sleep, maybe. He didn't feel the pain in his sleep.
But blast, no, it hurt too much, and the ache was so constant and pressing he couldn't even find a position that was comfortable, couldn't even lie still without feeling it. He couldn't sleep like this. For so many nights now, he couldn't sleep like this.
So he didn't. Just lay there, hurting, alone.
When Anakin knocked on the door again, he couldn't even force himself up to get it.
Anakin knew the code—knocking was more of a formality anyhow, for both of them. From under the covers, he heard the door sliding open and two sets of feet enter the room, talking and laughing. And that made his heart ache, too.
"Obi-Wan?" Anakin called. "We brought you a burger. Where'd you go?"
They crossed the living room, and then there was a knock on the bedroom door. It opened, and light flooded in.
He heard Anakin exhale.
There was whispering, and then Anakin was passing the food to Ahsoka and murmuring something he couldn't hear. When she was gone, just Anakin crossed the room. Obi-Wan felt, more than saw, him sit down on the edge of the bed.
"It's bad today, then," Anakin said softly.
Obi-Wan nodded. And for some reason, it was those simple words—an admission of the truth—that brought tears to his eyes.
He rolled onto his back, rubbing a sleeve across his face with a sniff. The motion sent a sharper pain through his shoulder, and he let out a short, high-pitched sound instead of answering.
Anakin didn't say anything more. Just took over Obi-Wan's weak attempt at massaging out the pain, the way that Vokara Che had showed him a year ago. Obi-Wan let his head drop back into the pillow, and closed his eyes.
It did ease off a bit. He didn't know how much time passed before he was opening his eyes again—had he fallen asleep? And Ahsoka was in the room, sitting on his other side.
"I thought you might be getting a little hungry," she said.
Obi-Wan tried to smile. "I'm afraid I don't quite have it in me to get to the kitchen, Padawan."
She revealed the bag of takeout, and a stack of plates and cutlery.
"How about a picnic in bed?"
And that almost got a smile.
Anakin helped him sit up. They stacked some pillows against the headboard, so Obi-Wan something to lean against, and he drew his knees toward his chest beneath the blankets. They kept the lights dim, and propped his knee up on some more pillows. Ahsoka got his food out onto a plate. And for the first time in far too long, they shared a real meal.
Anakin and Ahsoka did most of the talking. Obi-Wan followed the conversation, some banter about the pros and cons of Jar'Kai against droids, which eventually led to a mock lightsaber battle using the kitchen spoons. And Obi-Wan, somehow, found a laugh within himself too.
When they'd finished, Ahsoka cleared the dishes. Anakin helped him settle back into the bed, head still propped up by pillows, and popped in a holovid. Obi-Wan didn't even bother to protest that they had more important things to do.
He didn't see the end of the film. In fact, he barely saw the beginning, before his head was listing sideways and falling gently against Anakin's shoulder.
And as his Padawans settled in beside him, the voices of the holo-film flickering in and out of his consciousness, he felt something distant and warm, something he'd missed—
Peace.
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inky-axolotl · a day ago
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A first look at what Anakin will look like in my animation, color and all! I opted to give him his Clone Wars glove on his left hand both to avoid having to animate sleeves and to be the last transition from Clone Wars to Revenge of the Sith that the deleted scene I’m animating takes place.
(Patrons got to see this about a month early!)
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gffa · 9 hours ago
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It’s Luke’s lightsaber, it’s Anakin’s lightsaber, it’s the Skywalker lightsaber.  Nah, fam, I don’t care that Anakin built it or that Luke inherited it or anything, they both only had it for a handful of years.  That was probably the twenty-seventh lightsaber Anakin built, he probably barely even remembers which one is which anymore.  And Luke’s green one is the one that’s truly his, that first one was only a starter lightsaber. You know who held onto it for nearly ten times as long as they did?  Nearly two decades of holding onto it?  Who probably poured the most of themselves into that saber?  YEAH THAT’S RIGHT. Anyway, it’s Obi-Wan Kenobi’s lightsaber now.  The Kenobi lightsaber.  His city now.
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alice-weasly · 2 days ago
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Grievous: Where there is Kenobi, you will always find Skywalker not far behind.
Grievous could see that in the pilot’s dauntless determination, his abandon. He could sense it, even through the Invisible Hand’s shimmering shields and the viewport’s transparisteel. Oh, to have the lightsaber of that one dangling from his belt, he thought.
Anakin Skywalker.
Certainly it was him. And in the starfighter that was guarding Anakin’s stern: Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Thorns in the Separatists’ side.
– Star Wars: Labyrinth of Evil by James Luceno
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ultimatedirk · a day ago
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Anakin and Ahsoka being autism and adhd buddies will forever be burned into my brain
They have matching mugs "I put the fun in autism" and "adhd ? more like deez nuts" are a staple in this household
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