#Obi here to wish you all a happy new year

[catladychronicles]

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[mock-arts]

Happy approaching new year all! I just wanted to look at all the covers I’d made for Star Wars fics in 2022 all at once lol

links to each beneath the cut!

Crashing Down by @oakwyrm (art)

Marshal Commander Cody of the 7th Sky Corps is, despite his reputation, mortal. When a severe injury threatens his life and his continued ability to function should he recover, protocol states he should be sent back to Kamino. It does not explicitly state that he would likely be decommissioned, but his vode all know how to read between the lines.

General Kenobi’s response is equally predictable.

Careful What You Wish For by @shadowlight17 (art)

Cody was head over heels for his Jedi General, so when Order 66 was executed, he was in emotional turmoil. And then he died. Or so he thought. He said he would give anything to fix this...would it be worth it if fixing it meant leaving everything he knew behind? Thrown into the past, Cody is given that chance. To make things right.

Cody was head over heels for his Jedi General, so when Order 66 was executed, he was in emotional turmoil. And then he died. Or so he thought. He said he would give anything to fix this...would it be worth it if fixing it meant leaving everything he knew behind? Thrown into the past, Cody is given that chance. To make things right.

Cody was head over heels for his Jedi General, so when Order 66 was executed, he was in emotional turmoil. And then he died. Or so he thought. He said he would give anything to fix this...would it be worth it if fixing it meant leaving everything he knew behind? Thrown into the past, Cody is given that chance. To make things right.

Cody was head over heels for his Jedi General, so when Order 66 was executed, he was in emotional turmoil. And then he died. Or so he thought. He said he would give anything to fix this...would it be worth it if fixing it meant leaving everything he knew behind? Thrown into the past, Cody is given that chance. To make things right.

In This Our Liberty — currently unposted, series here.

from ancient grudge (to soap opera television) by @eclipsemidnight (art)

The Jedi and the Sith, in fair Coruscant where we lay our scene...ancestral enemies, whose battles these days are more likely to be to first spend rather than to first blood. This does not amuse the clone security forces who have to break them up, or Chancellor Windu who has to deal with them afterwards.

Meanwhile, Maul and Ventress's marriage is arranged by Sidious and Dooku. Obi-Wan and his friends Ahsoka and Quinlan crash their engagement party. We all know how this is going to end--a wedding, of course! It just takes a few hands, the threat of the Coruscant Guard, and a porg-print towel to get there!

This I Vow by @wanderingjedihistorian (art)

To secure a planet's help for the Republic, Obi-Wan and Cody must get married. Having been quietly together for some time, it is an easy decision for the pair to make. They didn't expect what followed. Nor did anyone else.

Once Upon a Dream by @glimmerglanger (art)

The man was still warm; not warm enough but he obviously hadn’t been dead long. Cody thinned his mouth, looking at the man. He had a fall of copper hair and a beard, scars here and there on his body. He looked like he’d been a fighter, all muscle, trim and--

“Sith’s spit,” he added, cutting over the chatter in his bucket, as his assessment reached the man’s hand, curled, even in death, around a familiar metallic cylinder. “General Tachi, I think he was a Jedi.”

OR, the one where Marshal Commander Cody finds a mystery figure three years into the Clone Wars, and it changes the course of history.

Or Why Comes Thou to Caterhaugh? by Afiregender (art)

In the midst of the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan very abruptly goes on leave to attend a "personal matter" on his homeworld Stewjon. Both Cody and the Jedi find this somewhat odd, and Cody goes on leave himself to investigate. He finds his General at a banquet meant to celebrate the new Fae King... which turns out to be Obi-Wan himself. Or: Tam Lin but Codywan.

Descent by @kutaisi (art) (we’re just getting started on this one!)

As they're fighting in the rain on Kamino, Jango Fett and Obi-Wan Kenobi are thrown forward in time to a version of the galaxy that neither of them could have imagined.

Finding themselves fifteen years in the future, their struggle to get back to their own time is complicated by devasting discoveries and a nightmare of a reality that they have no idea how to navigate through.

...and also by each other.

I also illustrated a bunch of other fic this year, that didn’t necessarily get covers.

Soul Found by @darthtarvera (art)

It had been five years since he’d dreamed of his soulmate. 

Five years since the council broke the bond between them. 

Now, a last test as the council sends Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon to Mandalore to protect the Duke of Mandalore and his two daughters. Obi-Wan is determined to prove once and for all he has what it takes to be a good jedi. 

But can even the jedi truly break a bond between a jedi and their soulmate? As Obi-Wan discovers more of the culture and people his mark ties him to he realizes that maybe his path isn't so rigid as he thought.

i don’t wanna feel stuck by @ghostlandtoo (art)

Three years after the war, Obi-Wan has stuck to diplomatic missions from the Order, tired of fighting. When he's burned by the Republic on the tail-end of one such mission, Obi-Wan finds himself stuck on Myam-1, a beach planet in the Outer Rim. Work doesn't stop, even on a vacation planet. Reunited with an old flame and a few old friends, Obi-Wan can't help but help the several people on Myam-1 in need of help, even if he lost his lightsaber a few planets back.

This, too, was a gift by @lttrsfrmlnrrgby (art)

The Rako Hardeen mission was a success, but it left Obi-Wan Kenobi sick at heart after the empathic stresses of the mission, and questioning whether the mission was worth it. The troopers of the 212th welcome him back, wanting nothing more than to assure him he did the right thing, and Obi-Wan works to make their trust in him worth it.

The Force, however, shows Obi-Wan a detailed vision of the future to come. He eliminates the threats posed by the Sith, but feels he cannot return to the Order or to his men, and sets out alone, letting the Force direct him to the grimmest parts of the galaxy and the people who were always overlooked and underserved. 

Marshal Commander Cody takes his general's warning and evacuates Kamino and all of the clones from Republic space. As the Jedi work to recover from the Sith plot and the Republic stalls out on how to move on, the clones settle a new world, try to heal, and look for their missing general. Along the way, apart and together, Cody and Obi-Wan make discoveries that will change their and the galaxy’s future, and learn how to move forward even when things are broken and like nothing they'd planned.

I think that’s it as far as Star Wars fic I’ve illustrated/made covers for goes? (There’s a little bit of punisher/daredevil fic I’ve still been working on illustrating this year but that would be off theme lol)

if you’re a Star Wars fic author I’ve worked with this year and I’ve somehow missed you, let me know and I’ll add a link in! I’ve had an absolute blast collaborating with everyone this year, and I’m looking forward to digging in next year too! ❤️

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[moonlight-prose]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I have spent several days drafting this post because there's so much I want to say. 2023 was filled with some big moments for me. I graduated college, met my friend group, went on night time adventures, and actually acted like my age for once. I was chaotic and fun and carefree for the first time since I turned 19. But things have also gone wrong in many ways.

Which is why I write this to you guys. The incredible people on this site. Whether you follow me, are my mutuals, or have seen my blog in passing (or in your notes), I want to wish you a Happy New Year.

While this year might have sucked for a majority of it, the light I found in this community - on this site - is unmatched. I have met some of my greatest friends here. I've cried to fics, lost my mind over characters, and written so much more than I actually expected. It's been a hell of a year and an absolute honor getting to thirst with y'all.

So here's to getting sluttier in 2024! I'm toasting my champagne glass to you guys.

I also wanted to simply shout out some very important people to me. They've made 2023 bearable and I couldn't have been happier to know them through this place. A big massive fucking THANK YOU to my darlings. You're the greatest people I know.

@soulores my queen, my babe, my bestie. it is hard to believe we didn't start officially talking till summer of this year, because i genuinely feel like we've known each other for years. from our sunday morning phone conversations, to our screaming in the dms about these fictional men, and movie days with you. i couldn't have asked for a better friend to meet this year. here's to many many more memories in 2024 (and to finally meeting in person!).

@themarcusmoreno what would be a dedication post without mentioning you! my love i am so so fucking happy we met two years ago. all because of pedro pascal. crazy to think i would have found such an incredible person who happened to love all the things i love! you're the greatest friend and i am so grateful for you. thank you for sticking with me.

@sunflowersteves vic the absolute bad bitch. THE PERSON YOU ARE. i am so so so so fucking happy you and i are still mutuals. after meeting through marvel of all things and then pedro and now top gun. there's so many memories with you i cherish. and i can't wait to make more. and a massive thank you for being such a cheerleader for my writing this year. you and ash have managed to keep me going even when times were tough.

@karasong my first EVER mutual on this site. it's so hard to think that if it weren't for you i wouldn't be writing on here. you followed me two years ago and i flipped out and the feeling hasn't changed one bit. i couldn't be happier you're in my life. from starting up the server with you, to yearning for obi-wan, life with you in it is so much better.

@softanon it would not be a proper dedication post if i did not add you babes. dia you are one of my favorite people to exist. you're effortlessly cool, have the best ideas, and i always feel so lucky that i met you. from our talks about the moon knight bois, to tommy miller, to yearning over din djarin, i have loved every single convo with you. they bring me so much joy. you are an incredible person and i am looking forward to SO MANY more convos about our favorite men!

@saradika to one of the greatest people to exist in this fandom i love love love you. your graphics and the love you show to everyone around is so incredible and bright. we seriously don't deserve you, but i am so happy you are here and that you exist. you've made 2024 brighter just by being here.

@tarrenterror25 the spookiest darling ever! when you showed up on the server it was such a good day! and you brought with you so much fun and joy that the server was never the same. i am sending you an infinite amount of love this new years and here's to more chaos with you in 2024!

to my darlings in the dilf nation server:

@arctvrvs thea babes you are iconic, lovely, and are one of the best people to exist. you made 2023 so much better just by being around to yearn over joel with you. i couldn't be happier to know you!

@fluffyprettykitty selene you are the coolest people who has the coolest fics! the love you share on fics is so incredible, it never ceases to bring a smile to my face. also you're just so awesome i couldn't have asked for a better person to join the server.

@rae-gar-targaryen my fanboy lover in crime. i'm sure i've said it countless times, but you are so cool and amazing and beautiful. you are a goddess in real life. the talent you have is so fucking incredible it haunts me. i love each and every one of your creations and i love you as well!

@mostly-megan you are an absolute sweetheart and even though we haven't talked much in 2023, i hope to have so many more conversations with you in the coming new year. sending you my love darling!

@agirllovespancakes iris you lovely human being. i remember when i was first posting hurt you would reblog the greatest comments. and it made me want to continue, because i looked forward to each one. and now that i know you love tommy too! you're so amazing and i dedicate a new years kiss to you.

@inklore you talented insanely incredible person! i could make a whole list of good things about you. i am sending you SO MUCH love for 2024. i hope it's amazing.

@outercrasis birdie my darling i want to tell you all the things that i cherish about you. from the love you showed on black velvet, to the way we screamed about bruce wayne and even frank castle, i live for our conversations. here's to so much more fun in 2024 and infinite convos about saltburn.

tagging those lovely humans who've made 2023 so incredible. please know i love you so much and i am kissing you when the clock strikes midnight. thank you for making this year so incredible!:

@stargazingcarol, @cregan-starks, @lady-of-glass-and-bone, @fushic0re, @targaryenvampireslayer, @pennyserenade, @flightlessangelwings, @stargirlfics, @goldgilzean, @kalllistos, @flordeamatista, @perotovar, @my-secret-shame, @roamwithahungryheart, @galatially, @eloquentmoon, @starryeyedstories, @oscarseyebrow, @iraot, @zinzinina, @thefact0rygirl, @iamskyereads, @navybrat817, @ifimayhaveaword, @the-godparticle

#happy new year my loves! #i am toasting to you tonight #here's to a sluttier and funnier 2024 #i am so sorry if i forgot anyone #i tried to find you all! #witch aunt talks✨

[thesassypadawan]

A New Good Time *part 3* (Padawan Anakin x RealWorldFemReader)

Notes: Read A Scary Good Time *part 1* and A Old Good Time *part 2* first to get an idea of what’s going on. 

New Year’s Fete Week is the first five days of the year (according to the Galactic Standard Calendar) and is a five-day festival that celebrates the new year.

Summary: A little throwback to the fanfics of old! Short, sweet, and cheesy! Anakin awakes to the wonderful surprise of you, his beautiful angel, tucked beside him in bed.  What a perfect way to start out the day and the year.  Happy New Year! 

Warnings: Contains fluff, fluff, and more fluff!

New Year’s Day, the first dawn of the year. A time of renewal and fresh starts. The moment when we say goodbye to the old and hello to the new…by celebrating with those we care for the most.

“Stang, that sun’s bright”, Anakin grumbled, throwing an arm over his eyes. Reaching out with his free hand, he ungracefully closed the curtains.

Laying there in the semi-darkness, Ani tried to clear the sleepy fog from his mind. Memories of finishing off the rest of the champagne and cuddling with you on your couch came flooding back. He smiled fondly at that. What happened afterwards…the two of you must have dozed off together. But, if that was the case, why was he in his bed all by his lonesome.

“Hatari,” he sadly sighed. “Wish you were here.”

Just then, he felt something moving beside him. Accompanied by a small voice mumbling, “’M here.”

A wave of relief and joy washed over Anakin. Slowly he pulled back the blankets to reveal…

You curled up in a ball, peacefully snoozing away.

Grinning ear-to-ear, Ani kissed you gently on the top of your head. “Stay put,” he whispered. “I’ll be right back.”

Carefully he slid out of the bed, trying his best not to wake you, and snuck off to his and Obi-Wan’s kitchenette. Hoping to not bump into his master, because it was too early for a lecture. Plus, he would never live down being caught in those long, fuzzy socks of yours.

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Thankfully, Obi-Wan was nowhere to be found. Just a note that said he was glad Anakin made it back safely and that he was going to be meeting with the council for most of the day. He would join Ani and you at the festival later. To behave yourselves in the meantime.

Anakin laughed and rolled his eyes at the last part.

Grateful that his master wasn’t upset with him, Ani returned to his room with two mugs of piping hot caf. The perfect thing for a cold morning in bed.

Setting the drinks down on his nightstand, he eased himself back into bed. Trying his best to not jostle you too much. You, who was currently spooning his pillow.

Brushing the hair out of your face, he chuckled softly. “Hey, wouldn’t you rather have the real thing instead?”

Nodding sleepily in response, Anakin quickly made the switch and burrowed underneath the covers. With you immediately snuggling up to him and he wrapping his arms around you.

“Good morning, my handsome devil,” you mumbled, nuzzling your head against his chest.

“Morning, my beautiful angel. Happy New Year.”

A sweet smile crossed your face. “Happy New Year. I -” Pausing a moment, your eyes opened a crack, and you gave the air a little sniff. “Do I smell coffee?”

“Sure do,” he hummed, gently rubbing your back. “Made it special just for you.”

You made a tiny happy noise and kissed the underside of his chin. “You too good to me.”

“Anything for you, only the best,” he muttered, handing you your caf.

“So cheesy,” you giggle, giving his braid a playful tug.

“Yeah, yeah,” Ani said teasingly. “Now tell me, Ms. Padawan from Earth, what would you like to do today?”

You pretended to think for a second or two, before declaring lazily. “Stay in bed as long as possible.”

“Can do,” he said, booping you on the nose. “And later on, we can go check out the New Year’s Fete with Obi-Wan.”

“New Year’s Fete?” You asked, taking a small sip from your mug. “What’s that?”

His eyes twinkled with excitement. “It’s a five-day festival that celebrates the new year. There are all sorts of games, live music, different types of food… Oh, and fireworks at the end of every night!”

“That sounds perfect to me,” you sigh contently. Burying your face into the crook oh his neck, you whisper a soft… “Love you.”

“Love you too.” Pulling you in extra close, Anakin rested his head on top of yours.

And, as both of you fell into comfortable silence, the jedi holocron shinned brightly on a nearby shelf…tucked amongst all of Ani’s most precious possessions.

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[aigoos]

Home for the Holidays | Oneshot Fluffy Modern AU Military Obikin | Rating: G | Words: 2,500

Summary: Anakin is deployed, and to his and his family's disappointment, he will not be home for the holidays.  But then that changes, and Anakin decides to surprise his family with his unannounced return.

Artwork is by the amazing @kana7o.  The military in this ficlet is based on the US Army.  Many thanks to @veloursdor for betaing!  Happy holidays to you all!

Captain Anakin Skywalker did everything he could to keep his face stoic as he took in what Lieutenant General Mace Windu just told him.

"So my leave for the holidays is cancelled, sir?" Anakin gritted out as respectfully as possible, despite the anger boiling inside of him.

"Yes. We need you to oversee the training for your company," Mace explained with a raised eyebrow.

"Roger that, sir." Mace dismissed him, and Anakin saluted and left the briefing room without looking back.

Once in his office, he stopped in front of his desk, putting both hands on top of it as he leaned over and let out a deep breath. He stared at the photo of his family, took in their smiling faces, and wished nothing more than to be with them.

A knock broke through his reverie. Still leaning on his desk, he let them in.

"Enter."

The door opened, and Anakin turned his head to see Rex Fett standing in the doorway and saluting. "Sergeant Fett reporting, sir."

"At ease, Sergeant," Anakin commanded. "Everything is all right. Looks like you'll be stuck with me for the holidays."

"Oh." Rex relaxed his posture as he gave him an understanding look. "I am sorry to hear that, sir. I know you were looking forward to going home."

Anakin let out a small sigh. "Yes . . . and now I have to let my family know."

"That is never easy," Rex said gently. "Please let me know if you need anything."

"Will do, Sergeant. Thanks and dismissed."

Rex left his office with another salute, and Anakin turned around and walked over to his window to stare outside at the Tatooinian desert. The sun was at its peak, making Anakin feel the heat despite the air conditioning inside powered at full blast. He glared at the sand -- he kriffing hated sand and everything about this deployment. Even though they were fighting against the Hutts, whom he hated even more than he hated sand, he hoped that what they were doing would bring peace to his home country. Yet what he really wanted to see outside his windows were the Alderaanian trees and greeneries, the rolling hills near the mountainside, the beautiful blue rivers and lakes . . .

But most importantly, what he wanted most was to see and be with his family once more. He missed Obi-Wan and their nine-year-old twins, Luke and Leia, so much. He'd been looking forward to the holidays -- he'd had all their gifts ready and wrapped in his luggage -- but now he'd be staying deployed, away from them. Even though he wouldn't be alone, as he would be accompanied by his men -- the 501st Company was the best he could have hoped to command -- he still wished to return home.

Later that night, he'd have to break the unfortunate news to his family, and he was not looking forward to that one bit.

*****

"Hi, Daddy!" Luke and Leia exclaimed, their faces increasing in size on the screen of his tablet, both giving him wide grins.

Seeing his two children softened his disappointment a bit as he took in their happiness. "Hello, munchkins! Snatched the tablet from Papa again?"

"We did no such thing, Daddy," Leia said indignantly. We were both playing Sweet Sagas when you called."

"Yeah! We are up to level 369 now!" Luke chimed in, and Anakin could feel his son's eyes on him, studying him.

Ah, nothing gets past him.

Luke turned around and called, "Papa, come here."

Obi-Wan came into the frame, and Anakin stared at his handsome face, whose grey-blue eyes were happy yet carried a hint of exhaustion. His fingers twitched and clenched into fists as he forced down the urge to reach out and touch Obi-Wan's bearded cheek. He wanted to wrap his arms around Obi-Wan's waist and bury his face on his husband's chest, their children sandwiched in their hug as they all lay in front of their fireplace to enjoy the warmth and togetherness, while they listened to holiday music from Dotify.

Anakin swallowed hard, knowing he had to tell his family the truth sooner rather than later.

"Hello, my loves. I'm afraid I've got some bad news." He watched all of their cheery expressions drop, and he had never hated himself more than in that moment. "I will not be coming home during the holidays. My leave got cancelled."

All three of them reacted differently. Leia gasped loudly as she frowned deeply, while Luke pouted as he remained silent. For his part, Obi-Wan just closed his eyes and breathed in deeply several times.

It was Leia who said, "Who cancelled it, Daddy? Can I go and beat them up?!"

Anakin laughed at her determination, despite the threat it carried. Leia was always serious when making such statements. "Well, honey, it was General Windu who told me about the cancellation."

"Oh." Leia's shoulders slumped in disappointment. "I guess I cannot beat him up. Probably a bad idea to beat up your superior."

"Yes, please don't do that, for all of our sakes," Obi-Wan said dryly.

There was another round of silence before Luke broke it. "Then when will you come home, Daddy?"

Anakin's heart sank as he responded, "I hope soon, buddy"

"Maybe Papa can talk to General Windu? He's got pretty good negotiating skills," Leia suggested, a hopeful glint appearing in her eye.

Obi-Wan let out a soft chuckle. "Sweetheart, I don't think that will work quite as you think. I'm not in the military -- I'm just a university professor."

"But Daddy says you got the best negotiating skills!" Luke interjected next, his stubbornness mirroring Leia's. "Even Uncle Bail says you should have become a politician."

"I see Uncle Bail has been telling lies about me. Again."

The twins giggled and started a discussion about whether their papa was a better professor or a politician. With the twins distracted, Anakin took the time to talk to Obi-Wan. "I'm sorry, darling . . . I really thought I'd be going home in a few weeks."

"Oh, my dear one, it is not your fault," Obi-Wan insisted, though his eyes looked sadder than before. "Just please stay safe and come back to us when you can. That is all I ask of you."

Anakin smiled fondly. "I love you -- I love you all so much."

"I love you, too, my dearest. We all do." Obi-Wan made their love hand signal and told the twins to say goodbye. "We will talk to you soon."

Anakin returned the hand signal and said one more time, "I love you all. I will call you all again soon!"

*****

"Sir? Is my leave truly approved?" Anakin's mouth dropped open at Mace's announcement, confused but excited at the unexpected news.

"Hard of hearing now, Captain?" Mace teased with a slight smirk. "If you want to stay here, feel free."

"No, sir!"

"Then dismissed. Just make sure you brief Captain Veld on the training plans before you leave. Happy holidays to you, Captain Skywalker."

"Sir!" Anakin saluted and left as calmly as possible. Once he was in the hallway, he pumped his fist while he cheered loudly in his mind. He grinned like a maniac and returned to his office so he could arrange his travel plans back home and work on his briefing for Tru.

When he finished both, he called Rex to his office. Once his second-in-command arrived, Anakin handed him a copy of his flight itinerary. "Here, just so you know where I'll be, what flight I'll be on . . . "

"Very good, sir. Did you tell your family?"

"No, I'm going to surprise them."

"Understood," Rex said, looking over the itinerary before grinning at him. "Well, sir, I wish you a wonderful holiday. And if you could bring back some of those cookies your husband bake, that'd be great. Corporal Fives will not shut up about them."

Anakin laughed. "Obi-Wan will be happy to hear that as those are really the only things he can make. And I had no idea Corporal Fives loved my husband's cookies that much."

"They were quite tasty."

"Sergeant, tell our men that I'll bring back five pounds," Anakin said, his blue eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Looking forward to it, sir!"

"And happy holidays to you, Sergeant."

*****

Anakin stared blankly out the window of the airport. His connecting flight in Mandalore was delayed. It had already been four hours since his arrival, and the last he had heard was that it may take another four hours until they departed.

Kriffing hell. Just my luck for the flight to get delayed for who knows what reasons!

His trip had started off well. He double-checked that everyone's gifts were packed, and his taxi driver was a friendly gentleman who used to also serve in the military, so they had a nice chat. He'd even been able to get some good Alderaanian wine at the lounge, which he enjoyed sipping as he waited to board his flight back home.

But it was the second leg of his trip that was turning into a nightmare, with everything going from bad to worse. All the waiting around in the airport made him edgy. He could finally understand why some people were absolute grouches in an airport, as he was certainly turning into one.

He picked up his tablet and thought about contacting his family -- surprise be damned -- just so he could hear them and see them to ease his stress. Even if they couldn't help with his situation, they would at least help the time go by faster. He wasn't sure he could stomach another movie, game, or even another cup of coffee as he waited for news on his flight.

No, no, no. Come on, Skywalker -- just hang in there and surprise them. That's what you want.

Putting his tablet down and leaning back in the uncomfortable airport chair, Anakin allowed his mind to drift as he thought about surprising his family.

He imagined quietly entering their home around breakfast time. Obi-Wan would have made them a simple breakfast of toast and eggs, with orange juice for Leia, apple juice for Luke, and a cup of darjeeling for himself. While they ate, Anakin would enter the room, and they would all stop what they were doing in stunned silence.

Then the chaos would start, with Luke and Leia shouting with joy, running around him in circles, as they demanded hugs and kisses -- hopefully without them knocking over their plates or cups. He would happily oblige them, giving them hundreds of kisses as he hugged them both with all the love he had for them. And after satisfying the twins, he would then grab Obi-Wan and pull him into a deep kiss, uncaring that the twins were simultaneously saying "ewww" and "awww" at watching their parents kiss.

Anakin smiled to himself as he imagined the rest of their holidays together. He ached to be with them, but he was completely at the mercy of the airlines and their frustrating delays.

Soon, Skywalker. Soon, you'll be home.

Anakin picked up his tablet and looked for a military history book to read, hoping he could concentrate on strategies and tactics, hoping the words would distract him from thinking about the miserable delay.

*****

Anakin was -- as Private Echo would say -- so over it. The delay ended up being ten hours long, and all he wanted to do was go home, change out of his uniform, and take a long shower, preferably with Obi-Wan. Then he'd sleep for about twenty hours -- most likely less, since Obi-Wan can only do so much in holding the twins back from entering their room -- and then he'd finally get to spend time with his family as a refreshed, well-rested father rather than as The Thing from Dagobah's swamp that he currently was.

"Kriffing hell," he muttered as he saw the long line at immigration. It was the holiday passenger traffic at its finest, and Anakin had to reach deep inside of him for his last reserve of patience.

He trudged through immigration, dragged himself through customs, and tapped his foot impatiently at the baggage claims. With everything finally done, all he had left to do was ride the escalator down to the ground floor, where he could get into a taxi and head home. With his eyes half-closed, he wearily stepped onto the escalator as it slowly took him down. Halfway down, however, his eyes sprang open as he heard a familiar, "Daddy!" shouted in his direction.

He frantically looked around and his eyes zoned in on the spot where his family stood, and he himself nearly toppled over the escalator. "Karking Hutts' spit," he said to himself softly. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, thinking he might have been dreaming, but no, his eyes and mind were not deceiving him.

Luke and Leia were standing in front of Obi-Wan, both holding onto a very wide sign that read, "Welcome home, Daddy!!!", accompanied with colourful marker art and scribbles. There was nobody in front of him, so with a rush of adrenaline, Anakin hurried down the escalator, not caring that his luggage banged on his knees and hips. When he reached the bottom, he sprinted towards his family, and Luke and Leia dropped their sign and they both ran towards him, with Obi-Wan following them with ease, a fond smile on his handsome face.

When he was within arm-reach of them, he dropped his luggage and fell to his knees as he welcomed the twins into his embrace. All three were crying, with Luke and Leia burying their faces into his chest, and Anakin kissed and rubbed his cheeks on their heads. Then he felt another warm pair of arms enveloping him, and he looked up to see Obi-Wan, who was also teary-eyed, leaning over and giving him a long and deep kiss.

When they broke the kiss, Anakin whispered in awe and happiness, "How? I was going to surprise you all . . . "

"It was Sergeant Fett, Daddy!" Leia proclaimed, giving him a teary grin.

"Yeah! He wanted us to surprise you!" Luke said into Anakin's chest, content to stay there.

" . . . And now he owes me 500 push-ups."

"Oh, my dear one," Obi-Wan said, giving him another kiss on the cheek. "Don't be a scrooge and just let this slide."

Anakin gave his husband a very warm smile and he nuzzled his nose against Obi-Wan's nose. "Fine, fine. But you owe my men, Corporal Fives especially, five pounds of your cookies."

All four of them burst out laughing, and they all hugged again. Anakin was home, even if it was only temporarily, and his heart was filled with so much love and joy. They were going to have a great holiday together, and he looked forward to everything they would do.

~ Fin ~

A03 URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51846994

#obikin #obikin fanfic #obikin fanfiction #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #my fic #with artworks #kana7o is bloody amazing #commission #fanart #obikin fanart #modern au #military au #tooth rotting fluff

[allwaswell16]

One Direction fics that are slow burn with twists and turns as requested in this ask. You can find all my other fic recs here. If you enjoy the fics, don't forget to leave kudos and comments for the writers! Happy reading!

-Larry-

Truth Behind Golden Eyes by MyEnglishRose / @lwtisloved

(E, 228, royal au) A Fantasy AU loosely inspired by Merlin BBC where one relationship has the power to define the destiny of the whole land.

Love After the End of the World by @mercurial-madhouse

(E, 168k, dystopian au) When staying alive is already a constant battle, the deadliest weakness is to be in love. For Harry and Louis, finding each other sits on top of the endless list of What Else Could Go Wrong.

This Multiplicity of Powers by @helloamhere

(E, 149k, X-Men au) Maybe there’s a universe where he doesn’t have to keep all his secrets on the inside. But this isn’t that universe.

Tainted Saints And Velvet Vices by Toomanytears / @toomanydreamers

(E, 126k, Potter Direction) A self-fulfilling Hogwarts AU in which Louis is new to seventh year and Harry is the resident devil-may-care Slytherin set to make his entire experience a living misery. 

ghost of you by beckywritesthings / @beckydoesthings

(E, 109k, Star Wars au) a Star Wars AU where Harry is Obi-Wan, Louis is Satine, and somehow there’s a love story between the cracks where there shouldn’t be.

For the Right Reasons by @juliusschmidt

(E, 105k, Bachelor au) Harry doesn’t agree to be the Bachelor expecting to find love.

The Rose of Whitechapel by @itsmotivatingcara

(E, 100k, historical) Jack the Ripper au - Detective Constable Harry Styles and his partner, DC Liam Payne, lead the case on the Whitechapel murders.

Black with Autumn Rain by whimsicule

(T, 93k, magical realism) Harry is a journalist, Louis has lots of secrets and the moors aren't exactly the ideal place to rekindle a lost romance.

Face Your Fears by @sadaveniren

(E, 92k, a/b/o) Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. 

Nothing But You On My Mind by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense

(E, 83k, royal au) Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. 

technicolor by @creamcoffeelou

(E, 81k, crime au) The slow-burn, hate-to-love, crime au where Harry is a psychic, Louis is a detective, and the world is against them.

Consequences by @allwaswell16

(E, 78k, amnesia au) Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. 

Let Our Hearts Collide by @crinkle-eyed-boo

(M, 76k, While You Were Sleeping au) When Harry, a lonely transit worker, saves the life of the handsome commuter he's been secretly pining for, an innocent mistake results in Liam Payne's family believing that Harry is engaged to their son.

All I Wish Not To Remember by thealmightyavocado / @avocadolouie

(E, 71k, The Count of Monte Cristo au) A tragic tale of timeless undying love, merciless revenge, and selfless sacrifice.

After Dark, After Light by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(E, 71k, historical) Harry Styles is the laird of Clan Edwards who is just trying to keep his clan afloat when they get word that the Mackenzies have been cutting a swath through the Midlands and beyond, and their sights are set on the northern Highlands next. 

-Rare Pairs-

your crimes are quiet, my love by lightswoodmagic / @lightwoodsmagic

(E, 93k, Zayn/Liam) A darker Miss Congeniality AU that follows Zayn and Liam, MI5 agents, partners since training and best friends, as they race to stop a serial killer.

Winter Light by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment

(T, 57, Zayn/Liam) After his mother's death, Liam is sent to live at his estranged uncle's manor in the North of England, where new friends, mysterious places and family secrets await him. A Secret Garden inspired Soulmate AU

#ficrec #trackinghome #tracksintheam #1dficvillage #trackinghappily #1dsource #quelsentiment #lightwoodsmagic #toomanydreamers #becomeawendybird #crinkle-eyed-boo #avocadolouie #creamcoffeelou #absoloutenonsense #itsmotivatingcara #sadaveniren #whimsicule #mercurial-madhouse #beckydoesthings #juliusschmidt #lwtisloved #helloamhere #hltracks

[textsfromthefifthbasement]

Happy Pride!

Here's a compilation of all queer fics I've written over the years!

And All the Things You Thought That I Should Be

Erik receives a phone call letting him know that his mother is dead. To plan her funeral, he returns back to his hometown. T, 1180 words, E/C.

Fine As We Are but We Want More

When Christine comes to New York, Meg wishes to tell her that she loves her, but is afraid to do so and believes it's too late when she sees Christine kiss Erik. G, 1053 words, E/M/C.

I Don't Care if You're Lying

At night, Erik and Nadir spend time together in Nadir's bedroom in Persia. E, 503 words, Pharoga.

Can't Let Go

After Erik lets Raoul and Christine go, Raoul can't get him out of his mind. G, 100 words, Rerik.

New Ballet Shoes

Meg's feet are sore after getting new en point shoes. Christine tries to help. G, 100 words, Megstine.

Setting Fire to Our Insides for Fun

Several weeks after Erik lets Christine go, Nadir gets worried and goes to check on Erik. T, 592 words, Pharoga.

The Truth You Can't Hide

A heat wave is rolling through Paris. Meg and Christine go buy ice cream to keep cool. G, 615 words, Megstine.

Old Friends

After ten years, Nadir reunites with Erik in the midst of the chaos of the semaine sanglante. G, 808 words, Pharoga.

Quiet Hours

Christine and Meg snuggle in bed. G, 145 words, Megstine.

A New Life

The final lair takes an unexpected turn. G, 453 words, E/C/R.

Fear Can Turn to Love

After the final lair, Raoul returns to settle things. E, 746 words, Rerik.

Loneliness

Nadir cares for Erik after he is injured in Persia. G, 211 words, Pharoga.

Healing

Christine and Erik have a short conversation at night. G, 379 words, E/C.

When Will the Blood Begin to Race

Carlotta has had enough of Christine Daae trying to take her place as prima donna. She follows her up to the rooftop. T, 806 words, Carlotta/Christine.

Best Laid Plans

Erik and Nadir's escape from Persia goes horribly wrong. T, 741 words, Pharoga.

Offer Up Your Daughters

When Christine arrived at Silas University, she was prepared to be focused on getting her degree in vocal performance. However, she is soon thrown into a world of mystery while dealing with possibly the world's worst roommate. T, 45k words, E/C.

Merry Crimes

While waiting on a flight back home for Christmas, Christine joins Sorelli, Meg, and Erika in town. But then, an unfortunate incident with the mayor leads them to take shelter in a mysterious bakery. Takes place between the final chapter and the epilogue of Offer Up Your Daughters. T, 1951 words, E/C.

No Spell for You to Right This

After saving Silas University from the dean and her cult of vampires, Christine and Erika want nothing more than to take time to explore their new relationship with each other. But then, when murders begin to happen and new threats appear, they have to deal with enemies both within and without. M, 35k words, E/C.

And for fandoms outside POTO:

The Third Option

Obi-Wan's confrontation of Vader in the season finale goes a bit differently. G, 384 words, Obikin.

Night Terror

Bucky wakes up after having a nightmare about his time as the Winter Soldier. G, 253 words, Sam/Bucky.

#phantom of the opera #the phantom of the opera #happy pride 🌈 #e/c #pharoga #rerik #megstine #obikin #sam/bucky

[thechaoticfanartist]

What Almost Happened

Summary: Obi-Wan Kenobi was almost happy.

Obi-Wan was happy. The Clone Wars had come to a swift end after the defeat of Grievous. Although nobody had expected that the Chancellor of the Republic had indeed been Darth Sidious. It was thanks to Anakin’s warning and Master Windu’s heroics that he had been brought to swift justice.

After that there had come a difficult transition period - where the Jedi had become far more involved in politics than they should have ever been. Although when the new Chancellor - Chancellor Bail Organa was elected the Jedi were allowed to return to their regular lives. Their lives before The Clone Wars.

Ahsoka had returned to the Order after capturing Maul. Although her training had not been complete so she became a Padawan again under Anakin. After which it did not take long for her to become a Jedi Knight. Obi-Wan even cried at the ceremony, she may have been Anakin’s Padawan, but in a way, she had become a second Padawan to him.

Upon Ahsoka’s knighting, Anakin was promoted to the rank of Master. Although he shocked the entire Order when he had chosen to leave the Jedi instead. He admitted he only stayed longer to finish Ahsoka’s training. So Anakin Skywalker was no longer a Jedi. Instead he had left to be with Senator Amidala and their two children.

Of course, this never stopped Anakin from getting into any of his usual shenanigans that he always got into as a Jedi. Obi-Wan had laughed the first time he had seen one of his antics on the news. He never really changed.

The years passed, and Obi-Wan was happy. There was peace in the galaxy.

His eyes opened and he was not in his room at the Jedi Temple - he was not in the Jedi Temple at all and hardly even a room. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness, and his heart even more time. There was no more Jedi Order.

The Clone Wars had ended years ago - but not in the fashion of his dream. The Jedi had been betrayed by the clone troopers they had fought beside for so many years - and Anakin had become a Sith Lord. A Sith Lord that Obi-Wan had slain.

He sat up from his bed - or the rock he had fashioned as such - and ran a hand through his unkempt hair. He looked at the ceiling of his cave as tears began to fill his eyes. A dream of course was better than a nightmare. He preferred the dream to his frequent nightmares of when his men had turned on him - or when he had seen the ruins of his home - and above all, the ones of his fallen brother where he relived his murder of the man he had raised over and over again.

But his nightmares at least were grounded on facts: The 212th had betrayed him, the Jedi Order was gone alongside their home, and Anakin Skywalker was dead.

Dreams on the other hand - dreams were wishes that would never come true. Dreams were the reminders of what had almost happened but never did. His dreams reminded him that they had almost won the war, that the galaxy had almost known peace, and that he had almost been happy. But that had not been the truth. His dreams were never the truth. His nightmares were the truth.

Obi-Wan let the tears fall. He was alone - he had been for years now - and would be so for many more. Nobody was here to see him cry.

His dreams were reminders of the almost. He was almost happy - but that had never come to pass.

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#star wars #my writing #obi wan kenobi #star wars fanfic #star wars fanfiction #sw fanfic #sw fanfiction

[techmiranda]

Acknowledgement to other Cad Bane fics

I enjoy reading other people's fics, even if there's too little time to do it. I like how people create their stories, entvining existing characters into new stories. When writing my Cad Bane x OC fic I decided, that it's placed mostly to "lost years" after 19BBY (now somewhere around 4BBY), and there wouldn't be famous canon characters, no Jedis etc. in anything else, than mentions.

But, there are lot of good fics covering e.g Cad Bane x Obi Wan etc. and I wanted to give those stories framework, a tribute in my own fic, giving those stories a possibility to happen, and recognition even though my story goes a different path.

There's a lot of stuff about Bane & Obi Wan being friends, steamy stuff included or not, but still. So therefore I wanted to recognize that in my next story arch (wip):

“Have you heard yet, Lady?” Bane stepped in the Justifier’s cockpit where She was once again tweaking with the ship´s capacity threshold, completely dwelled in Her work.

“Hear what? You think I’m a Jedi or something, who can read your mind?” She glanced at Bane a tad annoyed when losing count with Her calculations.

“Well, you should be happy you are not, or we wouldn’t be here in Nar Shaddaa now, having this conversation, though I would be a hefty sum of credits richer.”

She smirked. “You haven’t delivered all the Jedi you know in the Empire’s hands… Maybe you would have made an exception with me too?” Her tease was amiable. Bane had some soft spots, even if the Duros never admitted it. It was only a few years back that Bane had revealed Her that there was one Jedi in Tatooine he knew about, and whom he visited from time to time. She had taken Bane’s revelation as a sign of significant trust, as the Empire was still, after all these years paying huge sums regarding any information of force users, especially regarding this particular Jedi. But, this one Bane wasn’t going to cash in, and She never asked his reasons, only letting Bane know this information was now safe with Her. “I know. You’ve shown how stubborn Eopi you are, even if there’s no need.” Bane had smirked.

“Lady, I would have sold you the first opportunity to save myself from your wisecracks!” He now responded with a toothy smirk.

She laughed out loud. “Fair enough. What haven't I heard, then?”"

So, thank you all who make SW fanfic, for stirring (also) my imagination. I have always had a need to make sense about things, and in my mind I somehow wish to give place for those other stories too.

The way I see it, different fanfic stories do not steal form each other, nor compete against one another, but can contribute to other stories.

#cad bane #cad bane x oc #star wars fanfiction #fanfic appreciation #other people's fic #other people's ocs #there's never too much SW content (and especially Cad Bane content)

[phoenixyfriend]

AO3 wrapped ask meme: 18 and 29?

ao3 wrapped [writers edition]

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Probably Ned or Johnny in People and Peter. I don't have a lot of experience in the Spidey section of Marvel, so I was definitely flexing some new muscles with that project.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

I already answered this once but here's another, this one from Not Quite as Clever as a Fox. TBH I'm really happy with most of this fic, so choosing a section was actually hard!

From Vos, he learns:

Skywalker is Force Sensitive, and was almost a Jedi. Obi-Wan Kenobi is his favorite person on Coruscant, and even Padmé Amidala does not quite measure up in his eyes.

If Amidala and Skywalker aren’t married in the next five years, everyone is going to be very surprised… except for Vos and everyone who actually knows the two, because anyone with trust already knows that this ship sank before it ever sailed; Amidala’s always seen Skywalker as a child, and they slid into the role of honorary siblings before they grew out of that. She dotes on him, and he adores her, and Vos says that Skywalker would probably kill entire cities for her, if she phrased it right. He doesn’t seem worried about this.

The reason Skywalker is such a terrifyingly good bodyguard is because he is Force Sensitive and has had several years of protecting Whitesun from innumerable assassination attempts by the Hutts. Don’t take it personally when Tatooine insists on having him even with clones already there. He’s not a Jedi, but he’s close enough for government work.

Skywalker, and everyone else from that delegation, see the clones as fellow slaves in need of help. No, they will not consider changing their minds, even if the clones insist they aren’t slaves, because they have words and warnings about slaves that are all but literally programmed to follow the wishes of their owners. They will argue about recovery programs and collective action and about just what the clones should be demanding, once they can organize the demand for their own humanity to be recognized. No, they don’t blame the Jedi. Thank Skywalker for that part. He was the one that went and found Obi-Wan on Geonosis in the first place. Yes, that Skywalker, did you really not realize, Commander?

Yes, Skywalker lost his arm trying to fight Dooku with Obi-Wan’s lightsaber. Yes, he built his own prosthesis. Yes, he also tried to fistfight the man after he lost the saber. No, he’s not very sensible, it’s fine, he’s aware enough to not try to do politics and stick to fighting things that try to kill Whitesun, usually.

#phoenix answers memes #star wars #the clone wars #marvel #MCU #Anakin Skywalker

[the-lupine-sojourner]

Tale of Astoria Kenobi [Chapter 3] [Obitine and Anidala featured] [Dad!Obi-wan/Daughter!OC]

Hi! I am so sorry to have left this story alone so long!

I had a hard time writing this chapter, since there aren't too many examples of a Gathering to go off of. Anyway, here it is! I hope you guys like it! :)

I want to apologize to everyone I kept waiting on this story and I want to thank everyone for their patience! 

I plan on making a Masterlist for Astoria but in the meantime Here is the link to the prologue to this story!

And Here is the link to the previous chapter!

I would also love to acknowledge some users that have encouraged me and are on the taglist! (if you want to be on the taglist, please let me know!)

@elite-guard-hardygal for one, as my bestie and sort-of beta reader. Then I want to thank @forcearama for creating the Scandalore AU that helped inspire this story. There is also @sunshineisdelightful who has been wonderfully encouraging, and their other blog @fwtcanimelover​! Thank you all for encouraging me and giving me feedback! Hope this chapter makes up for my absence! 

I hope you guys like this new chapter! Next chapter starts Attack of the Clones!

(Side note for timeline purposes, this chapter is when Astoria is about 12, then there will be a time skip to when she's 15, about when Attack of the Clones takes place, according to a timeline I looked at.)

Now, onto the chapter!

~The Lupine Sojourner

“How is your training, Astoria?” Mom asks, smiling at me through the hologram.

I grin and lean in a bit. “It’s going great, Mom! I’m finally going to be part of a group for the Gathering!” Mom sees my excitement, but naturally, she’s confused. “It means I’ll go with a group of other Younglings to a special place where I’ll find my lightsaber crystal and create my own lightsaber!”

“Oh, that’s wonderful, darling!” Mom cheers, clapping her hands together and laughing as I eagerly describe how awesome my lightsaber is going to be.

“It’ll be one of the best lightsabers ever!”

“I’m sure it will be, sweetheart, but you can’t let yourself get carried away. Remember to always listen to the instructors and be respectful.”

I nod. “Of course, Mom.” I reply. “I’m just so excited! I get to go with Anakin’s group, and we’ll make our hilts together! It’ll be so fun!”

“Isn’t Anakin your uncle’s apprentice?” Mom asks.

I nod. “Yeah, he’s a Padawan Learner, and few years older than me, but since I’m top of my class, and am ahead of my group in combat training, I get to go a little sooner than my group. We’re leaving tomorrow morning.”

“I see. Well, congratulations Astoria!” Mom says proudly. As usual, there’s a tiny trace of sadness in Mom’s eyes that she isn’t here physically.

I give her a wide smile. “Thanks, Mom.” I reply, wishing she could be here to see my first lightsaber. Then I get an idea. “I’ll show you my lightsaber when I visit for my birthday!”

Mom perks up instantly. “Ah, yes! I’d nearly forgotten.”

My birthday was only a month away. Usually, I was allowed to visit Mandalore briefly for my birthday, usually with Uncle Obi in tow. He was always as thrilled as I was to go back to Mandalore, but he’d never say why. I never ask, thinking it was merely his happiness at seeing Mom again since the two are good friends.

“I can’t wait, Mom!” I cheer, and Mom chuckles.

“Yes, neither can I, dear. But for now, get some sleep. It’s late at night on Coruscant, isn’t it?”

I nod sheepishly. “Yeah, but I wanted to talk to you!”

She puts a hand up patiently. “And I, of course, am always happy to talk to you, but you need sleep. Have a good trip, darling.”

I nod. “I will. Love you, Mom!”

“I love you more, Astoria.” Mom replies and we end the transmission.

Then, I lay down and close my eyes, using the techniques I learned in the meditation lessons to try to get some sleep.

Miraculously, it works and I fall asleep.

=#=#=#=#=

“Come along, Astoria. It wouldn’t do to keep the ship waiting.” Comes Uncle Obi’s voice.

I stretch and sit up, rubbing my eyes as I fully wake up. “Are you…” I yawn and rub my eyes, “Are you coming with us, Uncle Obi?” I ask as I stand, pulling on the outer layers of my Jedi robes.

I always just slept in my pants and a spare undershirt.

“Unfortunately not, young one. But Master Fisto is.”

I grin, coming more awake as I move to brush my teeth and pack what little I’d take with me. “Yay!”

Uncle Obi laughs. “You shouldn’t play favorites, Astoria.” He cautions, amused.

“I’m not!” I protest playfully. “I’m just...happy it’s someone I know...better than the other Jedi.”

“Mmm...I’m sure. Now, come along. Even Master Fisto’s patience runs out eventually.”

I slide the last few things in my bag, settle Mom’s necklace around my neck and tuck it in like always before I’m ready to go.

We walk toward the exit ramp where the ship is waiting.

There, I see Master Fisto.

I jog over and hug him. “I’m glad you’re coming!” I cheer.

“Playing favorites is not the Jedi way, Astoria.” Master Fisto teases.

“I know. Master Kenobi told me. I just meant I am happy it’s someone I’m a little familiar with.”

Fisto puts a hand on my back and guides me toward the group of Younglings I’d be going to the Gathering with. “I’m honored to witness your Gathering, little one.”

I smile up at him, then catch sight of a friend. “Roman!” I call, waving at my sparring partner.

“And here I was thinking it’d be a pleasant trip.” He quips as we shake hands in greeting.

“Oh, c’mon. I’m not that bad.” I retort, chuckling.

Anakin then walks over. “Glad you could scrape by to come with us.” He teases.

I roll my eyes. “Why are all my friends teasing me today?” I pretend to be upset, but they know better.

“Because you’re an easy target.” Anakin replies, before laughing and putting a hand on my shoulder. “In all seriousness, I’m glad you’re coming.” He says genuinely.

“Me, too.” I reply. Before we can talk more, Fisto calls for our attention.

“Younglings, you have all proven yourselves to be the top of your class, and some rose above their class to greater heights. Now, it is time for the Gathering, a most sacred Jedi ritual.” We’re all murmuring excitedly and eager to get going, but Master Fisto clears his throat and we fall silent again. “This is the trip that will raise you another step on the path to being a Jedi Knight. This is the trip...you build your lightsabers!”

We are all super excited to get going and crowd toward the ship. Roman and I get into the ship at the same time, looking around and chatting excitedly.

Coming out to meet us from deeper inside the ship was a strange droid. It was an older model, I think, but it seemed to be running smoothly as it greets us.

“Hello Younglings. I am Professor Huyang, lightsaber architect and designer. Welcome to your Gathering.”

“Thank you, Professor. We’re happy to be here!” I chirp, remembering the manners Mom taught me.

Professor Huyang seems to smile at me. “I see someone was elected spokesperson.” He says good-naturedly and I hear some embarrassed shuffling of feet behind me, telling me the others felt bad for not being the first to thank the droid.

“Alright, Younglings. Let’s settle in and get some food and then we’ll start learning about lightsabers when we’re finished.” Master Fisto orders and we file off with him to the spartan rooms we’d be staying on for the overnight flight to Ilum and then the flight back. Once we’re all settled in, we go back to the main area where I assume we would be instructed and actually construct our lightsabers.

Turns out Roman, a Bothan youngling, and I were the first few back to Master Fisto.

“Why don’t we start introductions while we’re waiting on the others?” Master Fisto suggests and I agree.

"Good idea! I'm Astoria Kryze!" I chirp, tapping my chest.

"And I'm Roman Cartalzan." Roman adds, bowing a little in respect.

"Lovely to meet you all. I can tell this trip will be exciting!" Professor Huyang says, again seeming to be smiling as other Younglings file in.

In my excitement, I could hardly remember some of the groups’ names, but then Professor Huyang began his lecture on the history of the lightsabers and how integral they are to a Jedi, describing various lightsabers he’d seen created and even showing us a few of his personal favorites.

By the time bedtime came around, we were mesmerized by the Professor and his stories, but Master Fisto corralled us toward the rooms and we suddenly realize how tired we are, so we don’t protest but so much.

=#=#=#=#=

Over the intercom system, Professor Huyang calls us all to breakfast while we make our final approach. We find a set of thick winter clothing outside our doors and I dress in everything but the outer jacket.

Already I was rather warm, but I am too excited to care as I hurriedly brush my teeth and make my way to the dining hall.

“- -in a long, long time. It will be very interesting to see what happens at this Gathering.” I hear the Professor saying to Master Fisto and despite knowing it was rude, I can’t help stopping where I was to listen.

“Indeed, Professor.” Master Fisto replies. “She is one of a kind, that girl. Her mother, a Duchess, and the second Mandalorian Jedi in history! Just imagine her potential! I can’t wait to see how her story unfolds!”

I blink. I was…one of the first-ever Mandalorian Jedis? Wow! I had no idea!

“Yes…especially considering her inherent skill in combat.” Professor Huyang points out.

“Indeed. But she is doing admirably in all other aspects of her training, as well.”

The revelation would have to wait as other Younglings begin to file out of their rooms, so I pretend to be still waking up as I shuffle into the dining area.

“Good morning, Younglings! We have a rather busy day ahead, so I will begin the instructions while we enjoy our breakfast.” Master Fisto greets as we settle at the tables.

I don’t miss the Professor and Master Fisto’s eyes lingering on me for a moment but I don’t want to make a scene yet so I get my food and manage a seat next to Anakin and Roman.

Master Fisto explains that this planet was constantly frozen and that the object of our journey here to Ilum was to find Kyber Crystals, and the crystal would be a very important component of our lightsabers.

He went on to explain that he would not come with us into the caverns where the crystals were held, but would wait at the entrance for us. He also said we only had a day’s rotation to get our crystals. If we can’t get out in time, Illum’s sun will set and we’ll be trapped in the caverns until the next sunrise, 19 days later.

No pressure there…

We finish suiting up and follow Master Fisto into a blustery, winter morning.

Soon, we reach a cliff face of sheer ice. Master Fisto turns to face us.

“In order to get inside the temple here on Ilum, we will have to work together. Only together will the ice be moved to grant us entrance inside.” He explains before turning and raising a hand.

We join him and I search inside myself for that spring, triggering it and imagining the ice falling. Focusing on that feeling, I let myself unleash the Force.

The sound of crumbling ice is all anyone can hear for what feels like a long time, then finally things go quiet.

And there in front of us was indeed an entrance. We hurry through it and inside there are statues of Jedi poised in various fighting stances, all with ignited lightsabers in their hands.

It was truly an impressive sight.

“Younglings, gather if you would.” Master Fisto calls and we obey quickly. “We Jedi are peacekeepers, but how do we defend that peace? Anyone?”

“With a lightsaber, right?” Roman replies.

“Exactly! And that’s what we aim to create today. Now, this planet is very ancient and mysterious. This is the only known place Kyber crystals can be gathered. This is a very guarded secret in the Jedi order, and this ceremony is very important in your training. Today is the day you rise to a new height and create the weapon that will aid you in more ways than you can yet see. But at the heart of a lightsaber is the crystal, so it is important that you choose the right one. Only you can know which crystal is yours and only you can create your lightsaber. Now, time is running out in the day, so I will say only this; trust yourselves and each other and you will overcome this challenge. May the Force be with you all! Good luck!” With that, Master Fisto raised his hand again and what came next was something I will never forget.

Master Fisto looked up and through the force turned a large crystal structure and a window opened. Master Fisto further turned the structure and used the reflections of the crystals to direct sunlight toward a large door of ice at the back of the chamber. The ice instantly starts melting and the water rushes down in an impressive display.

When the water was thoroughly drained, Master Fisto smiles. “Now begins your trial. Off you go! I will be waiting here when you are done.”

We all head into the caverns, and I can’t help feeling a bit uneasy.

What was waiting for us down here?

Soon, we reach a large open area with several paths leading off into the unknown.

“Which way should we go?” I ask when no one seems to want to move.

“I don’t think there’s a right or wrong way. Just trust your instincts and the Force. Let’s close our eyes and head toward a path, and whichever way we end up going is where the Force wants us.” Roman suggests and no one disagrees.

I close my eyes and I swear I hear something in front of me, like…like a fight. I head that way with my eyes still closed until I don’t hear my companions.

I open my eyes and find myself in almost complete darkness. I only saw enough to know where the path was, but no more than that.

The noises I heard before start growing louder as I walk down the path. I start walking faster. What was happening?

I start swearing I see things, blurry images of people fighting. One looks so much like Uncle Obi, I call out and move toward it, but I only bump my face into an ice wall. I watch as he runs down some kind of hallway, maybe on a ship, and then there’s a woman being held hostage, but there the images end, seeming to be moved further down the tunnel.

I move with it, trying to see what came next, but darkness returns and I stop. What was going on? How could I see things like that when I’m nowhere near any kind of hologram?

I shake myself and keep moving.

Whispers start soon and I swear I hear not only Uncle Obi, but Mom, as well! She sounds worried, scared!

She’s in trouble! I look around, but there are no visions. Heart starting to beat quicker, I run forward and call out to her.

“Mom! Mom, I’m here!” There’s no answer and I keep running.

“Please, Obi-Wan…tell her.”

“Mom!” Where is she? I turn around and around, desperate for anything to tell me where Mom is, but I see nothing! Mom sounds so scared!

“Satine, it’ll be alright, I promise.”

“Uncle Obi?” I call, but again no answer.

I run forward, eyes flicking to either side of the path to try and find something, anything to tell me what was going on, but I see nothing, led on by these strange whispers.

My heart drops as I hear my mother cry out in pain. I race forward blindly, only caring that my mother was ok!

“Mom! Mom I’m coming! Just hang on!” I then smack right into another ice wall, only this time, I break it and find myself tumbling down a steep slope with ice shards all around me.

My body aches a bit as I wearily pick myself up.

Great…now I’m lost. I have no idea where I am or how to find this crystal I’m supposed to get! I lost track of my mission when I started hearing things!

I should have known not to race around after things like that and get distracted.

I sit down to think of my next move. I could try to climb back up the slope, but that seems treacherous. I don’t know…

What should I do? I’m running out of time and I don’t see any other paths around me!

I cross my legs.

I had to refocus myself, that much was obvious. It had been so easy for the Force to distract me with visions and voices of those I love.

I had to ignore those voices and get some idea of where I’m supposed to go to find my crystal.

And to do that, I’ll have to climb the slope.

I open my eyes, feeling better now I had a plan.

The slope is very hard to climb. One wrong step and I slip down a bit, but luckily there were some small grooves and cracks in the ice I can use as sort of hand and foot holds.

As I climb, I start focusing on the crystals all around me, trying to find out which is mine. I start to hear a faint chime, almost like a whisper, steady as I get closer to the top.

Finally, I hoist myself over the hole I’d made in the wall. I had to be careful or I’d- -

“Astoria!” The whispers are back! That one sounds like Anakin, but…older! I hear battle around me, but I try to ignore it, finding that faint chime again and following that. “Astoria get out of there! C’mon!”

Ignore it…ignore it…

“Agh!” Uncle Obi! He was losing a- -no. No, I can't get distracted again! I have to hurry! I wasted too much time following these voices! They’re just testing me! I have to focus!

I find the chime and keep moving.

The voices gain volume as I progress, but thankfully the chime gets just a bit louder, too, so I don’t lose it.

There were so many now…some I can almost recognize, some I know, and some I have a feeling I have yet to meet.

They’re overlapping and I can’t tell everything they’re saying, but I have to ignore it and focus!

Moving forward and trusting the chime becomes harder when the voices turn desperate and blasters fire in the distance. My heart hammers and I know whatever this vision is…it’s dark. Dark and foreboding, but probably not even true, so I try my hardest to move on.

That chime isn’t as loud now and it’s so hard to hear…

Suddenly, just as the voices are reaching their loudest and most intense, I come to a crossroads, one way seeming to be the source of the voices, the other the source of the chime.

Unsurprisingly, the chime is barely audible now above the chaos of the voices, who were giving orders in the midst of a battle, crying out as they’re blasted to bits, or begging for help.

My heart aches for these people, but I have to keep reminding myself that they aren’t real. They’re just the Force trying to lead me astray, testing me.

I find through all the chaos, under all the screams and voices, that small chime, so I refocus myself and shake off my emotions enough to move toward the path of the chime.

Then…I hear something that stops me in my tracks.

My mother, gasping for breath as if someone was choking her, the sound of a lightsaber stabbing, and her breathing going quiet, her final words too quiet for me to hear, but I know she’s dying.

I whirl, eyes prickling with tears.

Of course, there’s no one there. Only the horrid sound of my mother drawing her last breath.

I can’t help it and take off, tears blurring my vision. “Mom!” I scream but there’s no answer, no voices.

Wait…no voices! I have to get control of myself! This was just leading me astray again!

I stumble to a halt and find myself right at the point I broke through the wall. In fact, I'd come close to falling down the slope again.

Luckily, I am able to jump back a bit and regain my footing.

I wipe my eyes. It wasn’t real. There was nothing there…my mother is fine. She’s on Mandalore. She’s safe.

I’ll see her soon, I just know it!

With that bit of comfort, I refocus on the task at hand, and suddenly everything is quiet. There are no more distractions.

I run back to the split and down the path of the chime, finding a dead end with a small glowing crack in the ice.

I take a few deep breaths, and then focus on my connection to the Force, and picture the crystal moving toward me, hearing the ice cracking and then the crystal is in my hand. I examine it briefly. It was a genuine crystal and I slip it into my pocket before running back down the path I’d come, not looking back, focusing on getting out to the entrance.

Soon enough, I’m back at the large area shortly before the entrance, and I have to dodge out of the way of Roman, who’s running as if something is chasing him.

“The door’s gonna be frozen shut soon!” Is all he says. I run after him and we come out of the door, realizing it was just barely above our heads. It was lower than I thought it would be…

“Welcome back, Younglings!” Master Fisto calls, and I realize Roman and I are the fourth and fifth Younglings back. That means there are still 2 Younglings in the caverns.

Luckily, Anakin was here, so I walk over.

He seems…a bit shaken, so I give him a smile. “Congratulations!” I greet. “You got your crystal!”

“That wasn’t easy.” He murmurs, then shakes himself. “Glad to see you got your crystal, too, Astoria.”

I nod toward a more secluded spot and Anakin follows me there. “You saw your mother, didn’t you?” I ask softly.

Anakin winces, then nods. “I still miss her. I miss her so much it hurts!”

“I know, Anakin. I miss my mother, too. I kept hearing these weird voices, some I think I know and some I didn’t, but they kept trying to lead me down another path. Then, right when I thought I had it under control and was about to go get my crystal…I heard my mother dying.”

“I heard mine calling my name. She needed me. She was in pain!”

I nod. “I know, Anakin.” I give him a hug. He’d told me that he was taken to the temple later than most Younglings. So late, in fact, that the Council very nearly didn’t let him start his training, but through certain circumstances involving Master Qui-Gon Jinn’s death and Uncle Obi’s promise to him to train Anakin, he was allowed to be Obi-Wan’s Padawan and start his training. “I’m so sorry. I hope it was just the Force tricking us.”

Our stories were similar but not the same; I was taken to the Temple at 5 years old, and Anakin at 8. I could visit my mother sometimes and call her, but Anakin couldn’t. With his mother still a slave on Tattoine, there was nothing Anakin could do. He wasn’t far enough in his training.

“...Thanks, Astoria.” Anakin murmurs, returning my hug.

We stay hugging for a few minutes, then Anakin lets go so we rejoin the others.

Some of the group seem a bit rattled but none of them failed to get their lightsaber crystal, so Fisto has us all gather and we file in, my hand on Anakin’s shoulder.

“I see you have emerged from the trial victorious, young ones!” Master Fisto congratulates, smile wide and arms outstretched. “Wonderful! I understand it may have been harder on some than others, but rest easy in the knowledge that you succeeded in this task and are one step closer to becoming Jedi. Now, let us return to the Temple. On the flight back, we will construct your lightsaber hilts. Be aware that the difficulty of the training will increase now, and will continue to increase until it culminates in a tournament where you will display what you have learned and the potential for a Jedi Master taking you as Padawan is at its highest.”

I’d nearly forgotten about the tournament, to be honest. I wasn’t old enough until recently. With my 13th birthday coming up, I’d be undergoing the tournament in a few years and after that, with luck, I’ll begin training under a Jedi Master.

I just had to be patient and learn what I can with my lightsaber before the tournament. I wonder if anyone will choose me as a Padawan, but I suppose I’ll just have to wait and see. No use speculating for a while.

Soon enough, we leave the temple in high spirits that even the howling wind and cold couldn’t dampen. We chat and tell each other what we saw in the caverns as we get some food in the main area.

Professor Hyuang comes out and seems as excited as we are to get started on our lightsabers.  

In fact, we were all so eager to start making our lightsabers, the hours passed in a blur.

I decide to close my eyes as I explore the lightsaber parts the Professor brought out. I grabbed here and there and finally, I felt I had enough.

“Professor?” I ask.

“Yes, my friend?”

I show him my collection. “Is this everything I need?” I ask politely.

“Hmmm…” He pokes through my parts and nods. “Yes, I believe it is. Well done!” He’s then asked to look over another Youngling’s parts and off he goes.

“Well done, Astoria.” Comes Master Fisto’s voice beside me.

I jump. “Ah! You scared me!” I squeak, heart beating in my ears.

Master Fisto chuckles. “It was unintentional, I assure you.” He then nods toward my pile of parts. “I saw you collect these. You are making great strides in your connection to the Force, young one.” He congratulates.

“Thank you, Master Fisto!” I smile at him. “I just…grabbed what I thought was right.”

“And you chose to trust the Force. That is no easy task, at times.” He eyes my parts again. “What an intriguing combination, Astoria. I have never seen that style of pommel with that main hilt and blade emitter.” He notes, nudging the mentioned parts with his fingers.

“Is that…bad?” I ask timidly.

“No, no! Not at all! I had just never seen it before, that’s all.” He shrugs.

Professor Hyuang then calls for our attention and I have to listen. I wanted to talk to Master Fisto about what I heard this morning, but maybe that’s best saved for later…

The Professor was joined by Master Fisto and the pair begin to explain how the Force can aid us in building our lightsabers, creating a weapon we will grow to depend on in our training and beyond.

We all gather our parts and begin sitting in a circle, cross-legged and ready to assemble our parts.

Professor Hyuang sets up a hologram of how the lightsaber parts should be assembled, then Fisto instructs us to trust the Force and create our lightsabers.

I close my eyes, seeking my parts through the Force. I find them, and begin lifting them all, moving them to fit the diagram.

The hilt forms, then the energy core, my crystal tucked securely inside. After that, I form the blade emitter, from the focusing ring to the main hilt, to finally the emitter itself.

From there, it‘s a matter of adding a few screws to keep everything in place and I am done, my lightsaber falling gently into my ready hands.

It is a thing of beauty, gleaming in the artificial light of the ship, reflecting the blue of the hologram nicely as I inspect my handiwork.

“I see we already have a few finished lightsabers.” Professor Hyuang muses happily as he walks around, giving his own inspection to the half of the group that had constructed their lightsabers.

He finally reaches me, and I hand him my lightsaber, feeling a bit nervous I’d messed something up.

“So close, dear. Just invert that section of the energy core” He points to the part of the hologram he meant “and you will have your weapon. Very impressive looking, I must say. Good work, young one!” Is the praise I get. I start unscrewing the parts of the lightsaber. I invert the parts of the core needed and reassemble everything.

I notice Professor Hyuang off talking to Roman about his lightsaber, so I wait patiently before walking over.

“Got it fixed, then?” The professor asks happily, turning to me.

“I think so.” I reply, handing him my lightsaber for a second time.

He looks it over and hands it back. “Marvelous! You have your weapon, young one!”

I smile. “Thank you!”

“It’s always a pleasure instructing future Jedi.” He seems to smile at me, patting my shoulder before moving to help other younglings.

“That is a lightsaber to be proud of, Astoria.” Master Fisto says when I show him.

“Thank you!” I try some swings with it deactivated. “I can’t wait to test it out!”

“It is a tool to use only when needed, Astoria.” He reminds me gently.

“Yes, Master.” I bob my head. Then I remember what Master Fisto had said this morning.

“Something on your mind, young one?”

I glance around. “Um…”

“You’d rather we talked in private, hmm?”

I nod. “If we can.”

“Of course. This way.” He leads me to what I assume is his quarters. “Now, what troubles you, young one?”

“Well…” I shift my feet. I wouldn’t be in trouble for accidentally eavesdropping, would I? “I may have accidentally overheard you and the Professor talking this morning. Just the last bit! Ab-about me…”

“I see.” He chuckles. “You wonder if what we said is true?”

I nod. “I know I shouldn’t have eavesdropped. I’m sorry.”

“It’s quite alright, young one. It was bound to be revealed at some point in your life. It is true that you are only the second Mandalorian Jedi recorded in history, but don’t let it trouble you. There are other species who do not develop a connection to the Force often.”

“I know, but…does it change anything? In my training? In the way the Counsel treats me?”

“Oh, Astoria.” I am scooped up in a hug. “You are welcome in the Jedi Order with open arms!” He sets me down and ruffles my hair. “I am sorry you felt troubled by the discussion this morning, but let those feelings wash away with the knowledge that you are valued in the Jedi Order for more than your birthplace.”

I nod, feeling a bit better. “Thank you, Master Fisto.” I hadn’t even realized how troubled I was about being only the second recorded Mandalorian Jedi until now. But I do feel those emotions subsiding as Master Fisto guides me back to everyone else.

I was a part of the Jedi Order and a Mandalorian. I had to find balance and peace with that as I continue my training.

Hopefully, it won’t be too hard…and then I’ll be a Padawan, out on adventures with a wise Jedi Master!

I can hardly wait!

#Fanfiction #Star Wars #SW #Tale of Astoria Kenobi #Obi-wan #Satine #Obitine #Anidala #SW OC #OC #Original Character #Original Female Character #Jedi OC #Uses both Clone Wars and the movies

[calyssmarviss]

Spoilers for Obi-Wan Kenobi Part III

Saw 1 gif when i woke up and opened tumblr but i didn’t look closely at it and immediately closed the app so I’m like “was it who i think it was or someone else entirely? Does this show actually have hallucinations? Force visions?”

Mhmhmhmhmh last week i was excited now I’m mostly nervous

Nervous for what i have no idea it’s not like any of my favorite characters are in actual danger lol

Recap

It’s kinda funny that Sidious let the Senate continue to exist. My pal Friendpatine was like “I want absolute power but I’m still gonna delegate. I can’t actually micromanage all those systems”

The Tragedy of Anakin Skywalker is that he used to be so hot and now he’s an albino potato in a test tube.

Let’s go

Oh

Qui-Gon’s not home bud

Istg if they show us Anakin getting lifted off the bacta I’ll cry

I’m crying

Vader Assembly Line

Sexiest breath in the galaxy

Sexiest lava castle in the galaxy

No but for real, Rogue One was great and it brought us one of the greatest thing in star wars: the lava castle

“Where is he?”

Ah.

Aw he’s got a throne

“The Grand Inquisitor means nothing.”

Reva, you gotta know girl, Anakin doesn’t give a shit about things that are not Obi-Wan.

“Kenobi is all that matters.”

What was i saying?

I wonder if she knows he’s toast under that armor.

Until i know more I’ll headcanon that she had a massive crush on Anakin and what she actually seeks is Vader’s attention.

“Are we almost there? Can you make this thing go any faster?”

How much do you wanna bet that Anakin asked Obi-Wan the same thing like a dozen time when he was his padawan?

“Can’t you use the Force on it or something?”

THAT'S NOT HOW THE FORCE WORKS LEIA

“That’s not how it works.”

*low fives Obi-Wan*

Aw she’s so cute with her blanket

Aw he fixed Lola!

I have so many questions about that!

Like, was it hard to fix? Is fixing droids a thing most people know how to do in the GFFA? Is it a thing that Jedi have to learn? Is it something that Obi-Wan more or less always knew how to do as long as we’ve known him? Is it something he learned to do in the last 10 years because he had to fix his shit himself? Is it something he learned because Anakin?

Nice music.

Actually I’ll stop on this. Their little cargo ship flying over this desolate land… and the music. Idk it just strikes me as - kind of out of the box for Star Wars. Not in a bad way. I love it. And even tho I hate that the franchise went to Disney and haven’t even watched the Mandalorian and the BoBF (feel free to boo me) I’m so glad we’re getting new content outside of the main saga because We Get Shit Like That. More Star Wars but with different flavors if that makes any sense.

Oh so not only did they have to stick to the trade route, they couldn’t even chose the route. That’s a fully automated ship and they had no choice of destination.

OH HELL YEAH HE'S FULLY HAVING ANAKIN HALLUCINATIONS THATS THE SHIT I WANTED TO SEE

(And that’s the gif i saw)

Rip that drawing of a very similar scene i never finished

Fuck I’m so happy tho

Sexy sexy ocean tower

I love everything about that evil base

Big Forsaken vibes in here. Oh I just spoke to the Dark One myself, he promised me Nae’blis.

Freck you weirdass mole you better not be a traitor.

That or he’s gonna die because of them.

Ah. Imperial flag. Snap.

“Absolutely. We like the Empire.”

😂 Leia, baby

She looks a lot like my older sister did when she was little.

They’re looking for a Jedi and don’t even know what he looks like? Lol. The Empire is so efficient.

You know what? The music is kind of giving me Dune vibes actually rn.

Oops. Bad slip up here.

“Sometimes when I look at Luma, I see her mother’s face.”

😬

Lol that Stormtrooper went okay we’re getting into personal stuff now let’s change subject and look at the view.

That wasn’t such a long way after all.

“You knew her. My real mother. Didn’t you?”

😬

“Are you my real father?”

Ahahahahaha

“I wish that I could say I was.”

Don’t say that in front of Anakin bro, he already thought you and Padmé had a thing behind his back.

“Sometimes I try to imagine what he was like.”

And here’s the guy who knows exactly what he was like just in front of you.

“I know that feeling.”

.😭😭😭

“I think I had a brother.”

.😭😭😭

Look it’s Feeling Emo About Baby-Wan Hours back with a vengeance

Sexy laser barrier

Freck how do you have perfect enunciation with that freaky jaw of yours

What’s protocol 23

Nice shot of Obi-Wan being beautiful under his hood, I bet protocol 23 is a full body search

I mean they called for a probe

IT’S BLASTING TIME

Wilhelm Scream

Good night Freck

Bro you could have just went around the barrier

Réinforcements!

Oh I know her. Or maybe not.

Ehehehehe.

Has he? Been informed already? The Force works fast but the Inquisition works faster.

I didn’t know I needed Leia and Obi-Wan adventures in my life but now that I have it

“It’s all automated, no one ever comes in here.”

Sounds a lot like that other guy said when sending them to the freit loading area. Looks like they found a pretty big flaw in the Empire’s system.

Oh, Ned doesn’t have a voice 😔

Oh no, you guys see some of them again, except they’re wearing black now.

QUINLAN WAS HERE

SMUGGLING YOUNGLINGS

that’s sweet

I always forget what happens to that guy, especially since I switched him and Ventress dying in Open Circle.

Sweet of them to interrogate a droid that can’t communicate

Oh that thing he did behind his back with his tool

I love his design, too

Ehehehe he low key looks like a serial killer with his hammer

Leia reading everyone around. Couldn’t read Freck tho 😆 he was turning his back to her most of the time

“Can you teach me how to shoot?”

“When the empire stood for something” when was that can’t recall.

“I can’t imagine Obi-Wan Kenobi doing anything wrong.”

That’s what we all said! This man has never done anything wrong in his life ever.

Well, Tala, welcome to the fanclub. Have you met our president Anakin?

(Also she was exactly the actress i thought she was at first)

YEAH WHAT IS IT BEN

AH

OH MY GOD

WALK WALK FASHION BABY

Fuck he’s going to feel him

I mean Obi-Wan almost passed out

So unless the Dark Side is dampening it on Anakin’s side, he’s going to feel him too. That or Anakin is just that obnoxiously loud in the Force.

Oh yeah he’s got you.

Sexy sexy force choke

This show is so hot

snap

Obi-Wan be like “you girls go I’ll stay and enjoy the show”

“He said not to engage.”

Yeah that’s his guy, don’t touch.

AHAHAHAHAHA

YES

😂😂😂 I can’t

Obi-Wan just went so yeah I’m not gonna engage. I could just see Anakin’s face under there. Like… okay???

(Like what are you doing man I’ve been looking for you for a decade and you don’t even want to rub lightsabers with me?)

Imagine how weird it must be for Obi-Wan tho, under the panic. That’s Anakin, there’s no doubt, because of the Force. But he doesn’t sound like him and he can’t see his face (and even if he could, that’s not the face of his friend anymore, that’s a wrinkled marshmallow).

“What have you become?”

Bro what about a hello first.

“I am what you made me.”

Aaaand he keeps on running away 🙄

I wonder if he’ll scream “nooo” when Obi-Wan gets on the next ship

“He’ll be fine.”

“No he won’t be.”

Well, he’ll be fine physically but Vader has that passive area of psychic damage when it comes to Obi-Wan so you’ll want to check on him afterwards

Asdfghjkl the lightsaber igniting made me jump and also i thought for a sec it was a Galaxy of Heroes notification because i wasn’t watching the screen.

Yeah babes! Rematch!

“The years have made you weak.”

And they made you so ugly. At least Obi-Wan’s still hot.

Fellas is it gay if our light saber blades are touching

“You should have killed me when you had the chance.”

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I bet most of the time he wishes Obi-Wan did.

My neighbor just came asking me for cellophane and ohmygod have i been watching this for two hours already

He’s so dramatic i love him.

Asdfghjkl sick burn

Now i really think the thing Anakin is the most bitter about is his pretty face

“Bring him to me.”

While i like how you say it, Anakin, baby, you could just make him float.

Did she

Relight the fire on purpose????

Oh i didn’t catch that it was Ned picking Obi-Wan i thought he was just fucking burning there had to go back to understand why Vader was like “okay I’m not gonna do shit”

Bro he straight up looks like he’s dissociating standing there

“Okay bye.”

Feel that burn Obi-Wan? It’s called karma.

Leia and the 3rd sister. Not good 😬

#here’s to getting everything I’ve been wanting #HALLUCINATIONS BABY #calyss watches star wars #the obi wan show #obi wan kenobi #star wars spoilers #obikin #(watching with goggles on) #anakin skywalker: human toaster #darth vader #leia organa

[meandmyechoes]

finished Kenobi. It was, alright. It felt like a, rural drama? Not sure the word. Not as melodramatic as a soap opera, but still kinda tropey, kinda small-scale - small cast and few locations and low stakes, kinda middle-aged people doing rural town stuff, indepedent female protag/matriarch story and theme about relation to the land - to be fair, it is WAY bettter than the specific type of CN drama I’ve never even sit through a full episode for.

It’s hard not to draw comparision with Ahsoka. I do like Kenobi more, at least the tone feels more mature. But that could just be the appropriate for their age. One thing it did better was I like the supporting cast better - more independent from the MC. I like that the conflict stands on its own even without Ben’s involvement. It felt less engineered. But inevitably is there the perception of tipped screentime. Especially Kenobi’s prologue felt like it went on for longer, without an eventful middle to follow. The meditation chapters are good but sparse, and while appropriate on page, I’d expect something bigger if a character as pivotal as Kenobi is brought back on screen.

Nevertheless it’s a nice change from all the galaxy-saving Star Wars I read about. My frist impression was if the Tatooine town in TBOBF was written to this level, I’d be happy. The gang war in this book actually makes sense and we get to know both sides of the fight. Also, I enjyoed learning about the Tuskens. It is interesting to contrast the two mothers A’Yark and Anilleen, both bound to this land. I boarded a nostalgia rocket with the references to other EU works from ANOTHER ERA - ERAS. That one thing led to another - and it makes sense! - feels pretty amazing in the root of that word, amazed by every new puzzle I connet.

I was "ugh- not again =_=“ at the love triangle. I’d be an idiot if I didn’t see that coming, I still wish otherwise though. i couldn’t agree more when you guys said you’re tired of another Obi-wan (het) romance concerning the upcoming Padawan. I like Annilleen as her own character, but I was also laughting at the similarities of a backward farm girl falling in love with the guilt-ridden newcomer Jedi who saved the day. It was mean of me to snicker when she thought Ben would go away with her. I’m just doing a count on my fingers and lady, the queue is long. And it was almost not obvious at all to name a love interest of Obi-wan “Ani” right.

My favourite part after the meditation is A’Yark. I think the book isn’t trying to make us sympathise with the Tuskens, but you can see in the bare how harsh desert life is. No one is black-and-white right and wrong here, and/because that’s not the point of the book. I think it’s about each of these people’s relationship to the land of Tatooine and the duty to themselves and their family. After I’ve read this, I can become more appreciative of JJM’s FACPOV story Rites, which helped spark my interest in Tuskens in the first place. Rites is a nice response to Anilleen’s final words on Ben. Mirror if you will, to have A’Yark comment on Ben this time after years.

To prepare for the Kenobi series, perhaps just reading the mediation part is enough. The gang war doesn’t really cocern Obi-wan per se, but his bargaining with A’Yark is worth seeing, and his reaction to the eopie’s surprise. Besides Ch11 on failing Anakin, I also like Ch35′s reminiscens on the Jedi being his family, and Ch40 when he figures out his purpose when he just can’t stop helping people - being a Jedi.

#a book I don't mind listening to like background old-timey radio drama but you can see why it took me this long to 'read' it #i should do the ryder windham kenobi next i think #sw reading #kenobi by jjm

[grazieschillivera]

Hey bestie!!! I found you cause I’m about to read your obi wan fanfic so I stalked your blog a little and I think you mentioned you’re German right? That’s awesome!!! I visited Germany a couple of years ago and I’m looking forward to learning German, however I’m trying to look for classes (personally I’m kinda scared cause the pronunciation seems challenging but hopefully one day I’ll be able go speak it 🥹) so I just wanted to say your English is REALLY GOOD!!! (English isn’t my first language, Spanish is) but you should be proud!! Learning a new language takes a lot of effort, it’s normal to make mistakes here and there, please give yourself some credit!! You’re awesome and I hope you’re having a nice day 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hello there,

First of all- thank you so much for writing me and saying all those nice things I kinda just woke up and this already made my day. Right I'm german and I'm happy that people seem to get along with my english, you saying this really encourages me. That you want to learn german is awesome! In general I think learning a language is always a good thing, and yes german can be a bit tricky but I wish you good luck with that and fun of course <3

And thank you again for writing me those kind words, have a nice day as well💛✨

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Kenobi unfinished ficlet

Not me, writing 400 words of Older brother warming up to the idea of baby Obi-Wan before En kindly points out it's a baby brother, not the other way around...

Here, you can have it, since I won't bother finishing it :

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Dai-Wan Kenobi wasn't all that happy when his brother was born. His friend Tar-Ada had warned him his parents would stop paying him any mind, that everything would be about the new baby. And for a few days she was right.

Everyone and everything was all about Obi-Wan! Obi-Wan this, Obi-Wan that... And when they weren't, the little thing would scrunch his face and start to squeal.

Dai-Wan made a good show of being unhappy. When he asked if they really had to keep him, his father laughed and slapped him on the back.

'Don't be jealous Dai, it doesn't suit you. Harvest starts tomorrow, and you'll wish I forgot all about you then.'

He was right too, and not just for a few days. The harvest was always hard work, but this year was worse somehow, with Dai-Wan spending a lot of his time elbow deep in droid guts.

Every night he would collapse onto the couch at the end of the day after his bath, drained, and his mother would hand him Obi-Wan to hold.

'But—'

'Carry him just like you did Kiki's pups, that's right, keep his head there.'

That's how it started, that devious plot to bring Dai-Wan on board the everything-Obi-Wan scheme. The baby was heavy as a stone, and so warm, and Dai-Wan so tired. It was easier to give in. The top of his head smelled funny, and was very soft. More often than not, they would doze like that until dinner time.

It worked too. By the time the harvest was over, Dai-Wan was as lost a cause as anyone on the Kenobi farm. Obi was just... Silly. He drooled more than Kiki, and could barely babble. He peed on their father not once, not twice, but three times! He also followed Dai-Wan with uncanny attention, lifting his big, wobbly head, always trying to get close. That's how he started crawling, and later that's also how he took hs first steps.

Waddling like a drunken farmer, from his mother's hands and into Dai-Wan's arms.

#was going to go all angsty #when the jedi come #whatevs #star wars #sw #obi wan spoilers #fanfic #kenobi #obi wan kenobi #kenobi show #kenobi spoilers #Obi wan's brother

[comeandreadawhile]

Clone Social Media : Hobbies

The phenomenon starts with the intention to show the civilians of the Republic the men behind the armor, as well as an encouragement for the men to do the things they enjoy when they have the time to in lieu of sitting around cleaning weapons for a third time that day.

Scratch that—the phenomenon starts with High General Kenobi, on a rare day of leave, teaching his Marshal Commander how to bake. Said Commander’s men were happy to taste test the flurry of experimental confections that pervaded their leave days in the following months. News spread fast of Marshal Commander Cody having a knack for baking, and so followed the spread of troopers attempting to make their own treats and/or branching off into other things the civilians called “hobbies” whenever what they could get their hands on afforded them.

The phenomenon kicked off when Padawan Commander Tano began a social media account with the intention of using it as a public diary, her first post was a picture taken of some of the 501st—with permission, her caption says—as they went about retouching paint scuffed in their most recent battle. The men are relaxed, some with paint smeared on their hands and cheeks and seemingly reacting to some joke or story told outside the threshold of the camera, and it’s an almost startling difference from the image of rigid lines of men, faceless in their full kits of white plastoid, that the civilians are used to. Tano’s second post is a video clip of one Captain Rex, with one General Skywalker sitting on his back counting reps, doing push-ups; the video was captioned “Another day in the G.A.R., restless in hyperspace.”

The digital diary continues from there, videos and pictures of specific locations posted only after reaching a safe distance to do so, never sharing anything mission critical—past, current, or hypothetical future. Eventually she shows the men under her how to make their own accounts, and other Jedi and their own troops follow suit. The 212th then takes it upon themselves to post pictures of the little cakes their Marshal Commander has gotten so proficient at making, and, when General Kenobi creates a joint account titled “command_212”, convince Cody to post pictures of things he bakes before they are distributed—even in the process of baking, if the fancy strikes him.

So Marshal Commander Cody shares pictures of his experiments, of recipes he finds that turned out well, of recipes that didn’t because of some error or other that he’s determined to give another go, with the occasional cryptid picture of General Kenobi taking his tea in the barrack’s kitchen. As time goes on those pictures shift to Obi-Wan covered in flour, or a shot taken from several feet away of Cody sneaking batter captioned “caught red-handed in the red velvet”.

As Marshal Commander of the 212th has taken to baking to relieve stress, the Commander of the 104th has turned to needlecraft and yarnwork.

The 104th retaliate the populatrity of the 212th’s command account with the domesticity of their own, despite the vaguely threatening possibilities of knitting and sewing needles. Boost and Sinker run the majority of the account, although all OG members of the 104th have access to it; they post pictures of the things Wolffe makes them, of General Plo covered in the lengths of scarves he’s received, of Comet in the ever-growing swath the gifted blankets with the current tally in the caption (his toes were off the floor by blanket burrito 6). The holonet at large loves Plo almost as much as his men, and once a week they post him saying some piece of sage wisdom—or utter nonsense, as the mood strikes—as the war goes on. After months of asking for a face reveal and requests for the patterns people are sure Wolffe uses, they make the most Force-forsaken tutorial videos as an all-in-one series.

“HOLY **** HE’S CASTING ON 12 TO START—“ “WHAT A MAD MAN!”

“So when you get to this row here you’re going to knit 3, purl 3–“ “TRANSCENDENT!” “—yes, thank you, and then keep doing that until you reach the end of the row...”

“Oh, OH MAN HE’S GONNA DO IT!” “HE’S GONNA CHANGE COLORS!” “Holy **** man he’s gonNA YOOOOOOOOOO!”

Cody is then issued a challenge by the holonet to learn to knit. He learns to crochet. Because Obi-Wan knows how to crochet. The holonet loves video snippets of them progressing on projects together. They also love the videos Ahsoka posts of Cody attempting to teach Rex, and praise the absolutely completely unrelated hat she later posts a picture of; it covers her Montrals with enough room for a few years’ growth. Anakin gets yarn stuck in his mechanical hand because he forgot to put his glove on before attempting to craft.

The real throwdown happens when the account for the Coruscant Guard posts videos of Fox aggressively tatting while venting about the lack of funding for proper security and surveillance tech.

Each posts sees a comical increase in the surfaces covered in lace doilies and runners, as well as a new topic for Fox’s venting.

A picture of an pillow embroidered with “Kriff the Seppies” is briefly posted to the 104th’s account before being taken down and replaced with a censor bar. Rumors begin to circulate when Senator Chuchi posts a picture wearing a gifted lace shawl; Senator Amidala comments on her confusion being resolved as to why Riyo kept bringing little baskets of crochet thread with her before a senate meetings.

A competition for ship nose art starts up, many votes going to the 501st, and the holonet’s heart once again melting at “Plo’s Bros”. Personal art begins popping up soon after. Fives starts posting spray paint tutorials, Rex and Hardcase become popular for clean graphic art. Bly gets his hands on metallic paint and the crowds go wild. Kix has taken his clean haircut game to the next level.

And then Colt and Shaak Ti make an account to post art the Littles make, most of them representations of their older brothers with wishes of safety and good luck, and of the only Jedi they’ve ever known, sometimes creatures they studied in their preparation for worlds outside of Kamino. Of batches passing their final tests with a congratulatory post.

Suggestions and instructions are sent out for clones who want to take and sell commissions, allowing them to finally make some money; most Jedi are more than happy to help make sure the finished work mails out properly to the buyers.

Ships of the non-nose art kind surface on the holonet. It’s generally agreed upon that command_212 is run by husbands, and Aayla is the protector of the 327th and Bly’s heart, even if she’s a clumsy menace around his artwork (caf spilled over a drying watercolor can be interesting or terrible depending on the circumstance). No one can agree whether Skywalker is married to his captain or Senator Amidala, but everyone agrees that Ahsoka is their baby. The holonet declares Plo to have Big Dad Energy. Shaak Ti’s Big Mom Energy is a friendly rival. The Jedi council has made no official statement denying or denouncing these attachments.

Public interest begins to shift from producing more soldiers to making sure the ones the Republic has stay alive, when the realization hits that within a couple of years the children posting art and losing teeth would probably be losing blood and brothers on some far away planet. Of making sure the men are eating well instead of just surviving. Well certain account-holders don’t post for a while, grieving a loss, posting again to reassure their followers they’re alright, the public questions what’s being done to keep the men emotionally and mentally well outside of the hobbies the public knows them for. “Born to handle any stress” is very much the wrong answer.

Pressure is put on the Chancellor to let the Separatists sucede, no one quite sure anymore why allowing them to would be harmful when at worst new trade agreements would need to be brokered; if they want to leave so badly, let them. And let the men have their hobbies.

(Sad thoughts ahead)

Sometimes commissioners never receive their orders, simply a refund with a letter from that clone’s Jedi after the latest battle ends. Any money they’d made would be split however their closest brothers decide.

The channel that always posts pranks and spray paint tutorials makes a post saying they’d be away to look after their sick little brother. It’s the last post they make.

The Coruscant Guard’s account stops posting a few nights later.

After Order 66 goes out, a new account goes up posting any pictures and cute videos of Aayla. Reposting old ones that the public is sure they’d seen somewhere before, posting new ones of funny faces and ridiculous videos of silly dances. The last one is the only one captioned, “she wasn’t a traitor.”

The account is deleted the same night, and the one of the 327th’s adventures never posts again.

Wolfpack_104 does not post, but is still there.

Command_212 is deleted almost immediately the night of the order.

Years go by, almost sixteen, and only after Vader already knows she’s alive does Ahsoka post again. It’s a picture of her, and Rex and Wolffe onboard the Ghost in hyperspace captioned “Was never a traitor. Always the little sister even if I’m four years older. In case you’re wondering, Rex still draws and Wolffe still knits when we can nab the string and flimsi.”

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