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fangirlforeversthings · 2 months

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Obi wan anakin and ahsoka family soap blurb

So i just rewatched one of @zengers star wars ai videos on youtube (which i can only highly recommend they're the best) and heard obi wan calling anakin and ahsoka 'kids'. And this combined with their relationship what was always big bro little sister and their tired single dad i had an idea of soap about obi wan ahsoka and anakin and their daily life:

Anakin and ahsoka being the kids, anakin the older broher and ahsoka the younger sister and obi wan is their tired single dad raising them (also the mom role with their mom satine already passed away who had loved her beloved kids and husband uncondicionally and was so fun and warm and sweet and is missed every day so badly) and r2 d2 being their pet which dad never wanted but the kids found it lost without a home and begged him that they please could keep it an that they would ofc take care of it (obi dad has to take it on walks and feed it and we know it) but in the end he still loves it aswell. Yoda being their unhinged great grandvather already in retirement home telling dirty jokes at the dinner table on thanksgiving and qui gon being their grandfather living nearby teaching them dumb shit joining them on their stupid adventures. Mace windu being their neighbour who hates kids but especially them two who always destroy his peace and quite, windows and lawn. Yelling over the fence to kenobi to get his fucking brood in control while they always play pranks on him all the time. Padme being anakins girlfriend, rex their cousin and cody, quinlan and obi single dad besties, a bros since childhood trio.

Them (the kids and the dad bros) spreading chaos wherever they go. Kids making the dumbest decisions and going on the stupidest adventures together every day, going on their dads very last nerve and not listening to him most of the time. Them accidently almost blowing up the entire city by trying to get him the best gift for fathers day/ his birthday (they probably forgot it in the first place and gotta apologice) trying to show him how much they love and appreciate him and how sorry they are. They would do everything for him and love him uncondicionally. Obi dad sometimes even joining them on their dumb adventures or himself making the stupid decicions and them experiencing all kinds of chaotic days in normal day to day life.

Episodes where the dad bestie trio and all their kids together go on roadtrips camping and get lost and then get chased by a moose through the woods while some funny song playing the background. Or a funny day trip and then at the drive home anakin would be like "...and that was so funny you should have heard that loud splash when i threw her into the fountain, she was so mad tho. But it was so worth it cause it was sooo funny" "Well certainly not for your poor, soaking wet sister" "oh by the way while we are talking about her....where is she?" "What do you mean anakin? She's right th..." and obi dad then turning blank white in the face after looking in the backmirror while driving realising they had forgotten her in the hotel lobby (still dripping wet) and him than doing a 360. turn weels screaching and yeeting of to get her. Her pouting all the way home and obi wan apologizing the whole time "dear i'm so sorry i don't know how that could have happen your brother was going on my nerves with the pool animal and" and anakin just laughing.

Then in the end of the episodes they'd be sitting on the couch in the living room like "dad you know that we love you so much thank you for being the best of all dads" and these were the rare moments they'd be so serious and he'd be like "aw kids even tho you k*ll my very last nerve every day of course i love you guys too more than everything and i could never imagine my life without you two in it" "and r2" "yeah ofc and r2" and then after a cute warm cuddle anakin would say something like "even tho you're old as f*ck" and crack the moment with the invicible audience laughing and obi dad shaking his head sighing and laughing and then the episode ends.

Just their daily life that would be an awesome, fantastic family comedy soap.

Any show title ideas anyone?

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drauthor · 4 months

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Last Line Challenge

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like).

Thanks for the tag, @shootingstarpilot! Sorry this took so long, I've been all the over place with stress and also writing ideas, big oof

I have a couple ideas that I've been tossing around but I finally gave in and decided to write the time travel fic of my dreams. I write in my head all day, every day and I don't know if this is going to interest anyone, but it interests me and by god, I am going to write my stupid Codywan time travel/dimension travel shenanigans - fix-it

(I forgot the fucking writing, shit--)

Jinn arches an eyebrow and Cody can see the intrigue flicker through his eyes. “You don’t know?”

“Obviously not.” Cody is impressed at how neutral his voice comes out despite the irritation churning in his stomach. “I don’t even know where I am.”

Jinn’s eyebrows make a break for his hair line even as he’s shoved aside, a young child squirming their way to the front. Cody leans back as the child leans in, eyes wide as they practically vibrate where they stand.

“You’re on Tatooine!”

Cody’s stomach drops out from under him and all he can do is stare. Tatooine? How was he on Tatooine—

“It looked like lightning spat you out of the sky! One second there was nothing, and then—BOOM—you were on the ground, and you wouldn’t wake up, even with the screaming and Mister Qui-Gon trying to talk to you!”

Lightning. Fuck. Obi-Wan, what happened—

Stop.

Breathe.

Cody presses the knuckle into the corner of his eye harder and pulls in a careful, measured breath, focusing on the way the air fills his lungs, forcing them to expand in his chest. He digs his free hand into the sand, rubbing the grains against the pads of his fingers.

Assess.

He’s—apparently—on Tatooine. A few moments ago, he was not on Tatooine. He had been on Coruscant, walking through the Sith-forsaken hallways of the Senate building to meet with Chancellor Organa. Obi-Wan and Ahsoka were due back from their mission in the Outer Rim and were expected to meet with the council before lunchtime. Cody had been looking forward to lunch.

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purgeturbia · 7 months

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i've been working on something for... quite a while. i'm not ready to share the whole thing yet (read: it's not even close to being finished), but this part of it, while mostly unedited, can stand pretty well on its own, so have a little bit of smitten obi-wan. as a treat.

*eta bc i forgot the first time: ~2k, canon-typical mentions of death but nothing graphic, mostly fluff

the rest of the work is not like this.

XXXVII. START WARS AND BURN CITIES

When he and Cody and the 212th had liberated planets from the Separatists — although he muses, now, that they had not done much liberating at all, if the end result was the desolate fear-space the galaxy has become — there had often been more time spent cleaning up the aftermath of their battles than there had been actually fighting. The machine of war was not a tidy one, and Obi-Wan hated to leave innocent people in a worse state than he had found them.

Often, during these pseudo-recovery times, he was excluded from the physical labor. Cody tended to push Obi-Wan off into the command tent to fill out the hundreds of forms that came with successful completion of a campaign, saying, “There are thousands of vod’e, sir, and only one of you,” but Obi-Wan saw it for what it really was — a chance (an order) to rest “for once in your kriffing life, General.”

Obi-Wan, after the first few campaigns, never argued. Crash would be on his ass for trying to help with cleanup anyway, and he did so despise being hauled to the medbay.

Though his stack of requisition forms and reports to write and casualty lists was always far larger than he cared to admit, Obi-Wan was, despite his field ban, never one to sit idle in command after a battle. He would, instead, crank out as much flimsiwork as he could before his body began to ache with the stillness of it all, and then he would mingle with the troops. The shinies, especially, were emboldened by his presence among them. They were so young, even the veteran troopers, and anything he could do to ease the pain of a life defined by war was an obligation, even if it was just a kind word here or there.

He was never content with the mental state of his men. Even after a decisive victory, or a battle with minimal casualties, or a skirmish with none at all, there was a sharp edge to their presences in the Force. Their hands shook ever so slightly and their smiles were never quite genuine and their eyes were constantly moving, observing, calculating.

The war lived inside all of them, himself included. The thing was, though, that Obi-Wan had had those few glorious years, before Qui-Gon and Bandomeer and Melida/Daan and the rest of his life that had come crashing down around him and never stopped, where there was no war in his bones.

His troops had been born with the war in them, and that was a pain he could not take away.

Even so, he would move through the camp like a fish through water, dropping hands to pauldrons and calling greetings across the expanse of tents. He would bring rations and fill canteens, and linger around medical looking for tasks until Crash told him to stop lurking and go bother somebody who would appreciate it. He’d always wiggled his eyebrows afterward, though, and told Obi-Wan very dramatically where Cody had gotten off to, so it was easy to see that he was never truly upset. Obi-Wan, in return, would blush about sixteen shades of red and very pointedly stalk off in the opposite direction of wherever Cody happened to be.

It was on one such occasion, on a forested planet Obi-Wan can no longer remember the name of, that he had turned away from Crash (and, he’d thought, Cody), only to stumble upon his commander preparing to direct half of Phantom Company through the process of removing a fallen tree that had crushed a house and blocked most of the packed-dirt road stretching through one of the little settlements they’d come planetside to defend. Obi-Wan could have moved the tree himself in a matter of seconds, but. Cody had told him to stay out of the cleanup, and one of his least favorite things in a time with many unpleasantries was upsetting Cody.

So he’d lingered on the outskirts, observing. Phantom acted, of course, as a well-oiled machine, and though fierce pride for his men bubbled up in his chest, Obi-Wan allowed himself a moment of indulgence. He leaned against a still-standing tree just behind the houses across the way from the crushed one, and watched Cody work. He was a study in professionalism, in genius, even when faced with a task so simple as moving debris. Cody burned with a focused intensity that matched the sunburst on his armor as he paced around the tree, and they had spent long enough nights hunched together over sims and holotables that Obi-Wan could easily guess the questions being mentally asked and answered in quick succession: how heavy is the trunk? How many troops do I need to lift it? If we apply more leverage here, will the house be more damaged or less?

It struck Obi-Wan then that he had not had time for fanciful things like poetry since the war’s beginning — but then again, maybe he didn’t need it. Maybe it had been right in front of him all along.

It was in the midst of this realization that he was pulled out of his thoughts by a presence at his elbow. When he turned, it wasn’t a clone, as he’d been expecting, but one of the locals; a wizened old woman leaning on a painstakingly carved wooden cane. She was not looking at Obi-Wan, but at the troopers as they worked. She was looking at Cody.

She had spoken before Obi-Wan could. “Strange, isn’t it.”

He waited a beat, and then another. She was silent beside him. “That would depend on what it is, I suppose,” he said eventually.

She laughed, though it was more of a huff than anything. The indulgent sort of laugh that comes from a person who knows a joke has been made but who doesn’t really feel like laughing. “All of this. The war, the clones. The Jedi, leading them. You’re not meant for this, are you.”

It wasn’t a question, so he didn’t answer it. “You know,” he murmured, “you’re the first person … outside of all this, to notice that.”

She laughed again. It was no more sincere than the first time. “Am I really on the outside, Master Jedi?” she asked. “Are any of us?”

Obi-Wan knew she was right, so he merely inclined his head. Cody was positioning Phantom around the tree. It looked like his plan was to heave it up and over the houses and the road using applied leverage from the base, and dismantle it for lumber once its position was no longer an immediate problem. It was a good plan, very practical, very Cody, and Obi-Wan couldn’t quite keep a small smile from creeping across his face.

He startled when the woman spoke again. “Is it worth it, then?”

Obi-Wan’s brow furrowed and he hummed, confused. To protect the innocent, of course the war was worth it. He wasn’t meant for it, none of the Jedi were, but he would fight it a thousand times over to save those who could not save themselves. Why would she ask him that? Why else would he be here?

He felt eyes on him, then, and turned to see the woman finally looking at him and not at his troops. Something in her face reminded him of Yoda, like she had lived a dozen of his lifetimes and known more than he could ever hope to learn. “Is it worth it,” she repeated, and continued, “for him.”

All of the breath left Obi-Wan’s body in a rush. He suddenly felt exposed, uncovered, though he was sure of his safety in the saber hung at his belt and his trusted men not forty meters away. Little gods. Two words was all it took to undo the great Negotiator. But he supposed nobody had ever come so close to his soul with two words before. He was, for the first time in a very, very long time, unsure of what to say.

“I —” he started, and stopped just as quickly, because he’d been about to defend himself, but there was no need to defend in a battle that was already over. He settled on, finally, “He is … very dear to me.”

“You would not have met him without this war.” Something in her voice was sharp, and he knew the words he spoke next would determine whether he passed a test she didn’t even know she was setting. “He would not even exist.”

He chose his response carefully. “No. But sometimes I think — perhaps it would have been a gift, for them, to never have lived at all.” He took a deep breath, steadying. “They have never known anything but war. They were bred for it, raised on it, and now they breathe it and eat it and it haunts their dreams. As much as the idea of it pains me, a galaxy without him in it, he would not exist without his brothers, and they would not exist without the war in their bones.” He turned back, toward Cody, who was helping lift the base of the tree, readying to swing it out away from the road. “How can that be worth it? The misery of millions for the happiness of one?”

The tree was suddenly standing again, propelled into the sky by Cody’s careful placement of force and the sheer brute strength of battle-hardened troopers. It wheeled above them for a moment, rotating, before crashing into the ground and sending up a cheer from the men. Obi-Wan was caught momentarily in the sunbeams of Cody’s victory smile, radiant, glorious, beautiful even from a distance.

“You love him,” said the woman.

To hear the words out loud tore at something in him. He would never be able to say them himself, but he’d stopped denying the truth of them long ago. “Yes,” he said simply. “He deserves more than this, better than this. I would never wish this existence upon him, and in another life I would never claim this war to be worth it just so I might have the honor of —” the word loving stuck viscerally in his throat and he swallowed around it, “of knowing him again.”

Obi-Wan folded his arms tightly, wishing he had thought to bring his robes with him then, if only for something to do with his hands. Cody, having finished delegating the deconstruction of the tree, had spotted the odd pair and was heading over, bright with his success.

The woman, looking at Cody and then back at Obi-Wan, huffed that strange not-laugh again. “If you win this war, Master Jedi, will it have been worth it?”

With Cody striding toward him, Obi-Wan was stuck between the sensations of a heart full to bursting with the pain of a love he could never truly have and the gut-punch realization that maybe, someday, he could. He barely managed to gasp out an “Oh, I —” before Cody was upon them, saying, “General, sir, I thought I told you to stay at camp,” but his smile betrayed him, and Obi-Wan found himself grinning back, breathless, and for a brief moment there was no war and no winning and no losing; there was only them, together, and the galaxy was theirs for the taking.

Now, the surface of Tatooine is dark and chilled. Wind whistles around the hut on the edge of the Dune Sea — a sandstorm will hit in the next few days, and in the morning they’ll need to start preparing. The memory of that woman comes back to him, unbidden, and he clings tighter to Cody, wrapped in his arms on Obi-Wan’s lumpy old bed. He thinks of Anakin, as much as it hurts to, and of the thousands of fallen Jedi, and of every clone forced to take the life of innocents, their bodies their own but not their minds. The war lost him everything, everyone, and everywhere he’s ever loved. But little gods. Cody is alive. He’s here, and safe, and they’re together again, his sunshine returned to him. Obi-Wan hates himself for it (hate leads to the dark — please, stop, please), but the worst parts of his soul are screaming it: maybe for this, this small salvation in the ruins, everything had been worth it after all.

#star wars #codywan #cody x obi wan #my writing #i made a whole ass spreadsheet for the gar including ocs for this fic #crash is my 212th medic. i love him #and phantom company is real TO ME. my baby children <3 #this fic is gonna be so fucking long when its done #please let me know what you think! don't be a dick but otherwise tell me things :)

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stolen-pen-name23 · 1 year

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32. "I already knew I wasn't good enough." with obi-wan after naboo

4. "Stay. Please stay." with obi-wan and cody

I bet y'all thought I forgot about these. Anyway, I am SO SORRY I am so late on this my friend, but thank you for requesting a prompt! I went with #32! I hope you enjoy! ***

Obi-Wan Kenobi has always had a habit of disappearing, though Mace believes it is more of a skill than a habit at this point. His vanishings always seem to occur when he is in one state of internal turmoil or another, and he always manages to do it in plain sight. His hiding spots are obvious to anyone who knows him but just varied enough to add a layer of challenge.

Mace finds him in the rooftop gardens.

He of course does not check the temple roof until he’s checked Obi-Wan’s quarters, the main gardens, and the archives. He even left the temple to investigate his favorite café in Coruscant and the lookout point he has loved since he was a boy, seeing as how the last dregs of Obi-Wan’s boyhood still cling to him in some ways. In others, it has vanished — nowhere to be found, unlike Obi-Wan, who stands before him now.

A gentle breeze twines through the buildings and ruffles the unruly mop of auburn hair that now sits unkempt on Obi-Wan’s head.

“You found me,” Obi-Wan says in the dry tone that irritates so many, but always endears him to Mace.

“Not for want of trying, I will say.”

“You could have commed me.”

“Would you have answered?”

“No, but it seems an obvious first step in attempting to find someone.”

“I’ve always enjoyed a challenge.” Mace steps forward, closer to Obi-Wan, but still offering a healthy amount of space.

“So you have,” Obi-Wan says. His eyes have yet to meet Mace’s. Instead, they stare ever forward at the dazzling city beyond.

“Am I allowed to ask what you’re doing up here?” Mace prods.

“I would hardly be the one to stop you.”

“Then what are you doing up here? Besides brooding, that is.”

“You’ve about summed it up.”

Mace knows the bantha in the room all too well. He knows why Obi-Wan stands here alone, his brand-new Padawan nowhere in sight. “Do you have a better answer?”

“I suppose not.”

“Obi-Wan,” Mace says softly. “It’s alright to—”

“No,” Obi-Wan says, cutting him off. He faces him and his eyes gleam with emotion.“It’s not alright, is it? Qui-Gon is dead. As in he is never ever coming back and I am supposed to go on about my life while minding that of another and he’s not here.”

Mace doesn’t shirk at Obi-Wan’s sudden outburst. He remembers the boy’s youth well — the hotheaded passion that tamed with time, but perhaps only lies dormant within him. “You carry a heavy responsibility, young one.”

“None so heavy as that of the death of my Master.”

“Obi-Wan,” Mace says gravely. “You know that wasn’t your fault, right?”

“I wasn’t fast enough. If I had been faster, then maybe—”

“There are no maybes. You did the best you could under nigh impossible circumstances.”

“No. A stronger Padawan could have done it. Been faster. Been better. I already knew I wasn’t good enough,” Obi-Wan snaps. “This just proves it.”

“Obi-Wan, you killed a Sith. You’re the first Jedi to do that in… centuries. Is that not enough?”

“No!” Obi-Wan shouts. The Force crackles and snaps with the potential energy of him. He recoils into himself and runs shaking hands through his hair. “No. It’s not enough.” His voice is calmer now — the fiery passion subdued once more. “I killed that bastard Sith, yes, but not soon enough to save my Master’s life.”

“And that is the will of the Force.”

“I know,” Obi-Wan says, defeated. “I know.”

Mace steps forward once more and Obi-Wan turns to face the city. Mace puts a firm but gentle hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder and he relaxes under the touch.

“You did the best you could. I’ve never known you to do anything less. What happened there is not your responsibility. Qui-Gon knew the risks.”

Obi-Wan lets out a deep breath.

“You don’t really believe me do you?” Mace asks.

“No,” Obi-Wan says with a half-smile. “But maybe someday.”

“Then I shall look forward to it. It would do you well to listen to more of the things I say.”

Obi-Wan snorts and cracks the first genuine smile he’s seen on his face in a long time. “Don’t worry, I believe my Padawan is giving me a taste of my own medicine.”

“Hopefully it’s not too bitter.”

“I think we’ll see in time.”

“Then I will look forward to that as well.”

Obi-Wan looks up at him with a much more grateful look than the one given upon his arrival. “Thank you, Mace — for finding me.”

“Of course. Among the Jedi, you will always be found.”

“Indeed.”

They stay for some time in the rooftop gardens, the tension gone even if the grief remains, but for now, the companionship is enough.

#my writing #prompt fill #mace windu #obi wan kenobi #star wars fanfic #hurt/comfort

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theoceanoasis · 3 months

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He looked around the temple trying to find his way back to Qui-Gon's room. The council had dismissed him and Qui-Gon told him to go back to his room and stay there.

The only problem is that he only vaguely knew how to get back. Everything was so big and overwhelming. There were so many new people and things to see.

He'd tried finding Obi-Wan, but only got more lost.

Scared he walked through hallway after hallway looking for something familiar. He was getting more and more panicked as time progressed. Worried he'd be lost forever.

Turning a corner he stumbled upon a giant room with books all over.

He opened his mouth in aww and spun in a circle looking at all the books. He'd never seen so many book's before.

Looking around his panic faded as he forgot about going back to Qui-Gon's room. Too busy looking at all the different books. He didn't notice someone approach. Not until their hand touched his shoulder. Causing him to jump.

He quickly turned around in fear. Worried he wasn't allowed and was going to be punished.

"H-hi master."

His voice shook with fear.

"Hello young one, My name is Jocasta Nu."

"My name is Anakin."

"I know who you are. What have you come here for?"

"Oh... I got lost. The temple is really big."

Jocasta Nu chuckled.

"Yes. I know you are not the first one to get lost and find this place."

"What is this place?"

Jocasta Nu frowned.

"This is a library."

"There are so many books. I have never seen so many."

Jocasta Nu smiled.

"How about you check out a book."

"A book?"

"Yes."

Jocasta Nu walked over to a section of the library and showed him a shelf of books.

"Kids your age usually like these books."

"I'm allowed to read?"

He gave her a confused look.

"Of course. You can pick out whatever books you like."

He reached out for one and opened it before frowning.

"It's in basic."

"Yes most of our books are in basic."

"I can't read basic. I only read Huttese."

Jocasta frowned and he flinched slightly.

"That's going to be a problem."

He looked down. Afraid he was going to be punished.

"Don't worry. I can help you learn."

"Really?"

He looked up in shock.

"Of course. Reading is important."

She then helped him pick out beginner books. Before teaching him how to read them.

After that he would come to the library twice a week and learn how to read and write in basic.

One day he had come at their usual time, but Jocasta Nu wasn't there. This had happened a few times and Jocasta Nu had encouraged him to explore.

He looked around and felt himself drawn to the back of the library. He had never gone that far before. Unlike the front of the temple where the books were well used. The books in the back were dusty and all of them looked really old.

He picked up the first one that caught his attention.

The books name was The Way Of Old. It was a really old book, but he decided to open it. Inside it talked about a war between the Jedi and sith.

It was pretty interesting and he wanted to read it.

Holding the book against his chest he walked back to the front. Where he saw Jocasta Nu and Yoda talking.

"Oh, Anakin there you are. I was just telling Yoda how you are learning basic."

Yoda looked at him and he tried not to shrink back from his stare.

"have what do you young Skywalker?""

"I have this book I found in the back. It's pretty interesting. The book talks about a war between the sith and Jedi.

Jocasta Nu and Yoda looked shocked.

"Anakin can you read that?"

He frowned.

"Yes..."

Yoda and Jocasta Nu looked at each other surprised.

"That book is very old and the language written is long gone. No one knows how to speak or read it anymore? Where did you learn this language?"

"I-I didn't. I just read it and I knew what it said."

"That's amazing. Can you read the other one's?"

"Yes."

"Can you translate?"

"Um, yes."

"Well then I will not only teach you to read basic. I will also have you translate these books. If that's okay with you?"

"I would love to."

He smiled. Happy to help his friend. Jocasta Nu smiled back and lead him to a table.

"Now tell me everything it says."

He nodded before opening the book and reading.

#anakin skywalker #jocasta nu #yoda #clone wars #star wars #I wrote this a long time ago #like years ago

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shootingstarpilot · 1 year

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Hello from TheRedScreech! I'm writing a post-Melidaan/Tarre Vizsla travels into the future fic (Chapter 1 is here), and I'm wondering what your thoughts might be on a PTSD 14-yr-old Obi-Wan? He has returned to the Temple on Coruscant, and I'm thinking being surrounded by "Elders" is a biggie, nodding to your chapter about Obi-Wan and Dexxter and "There were no Besalisks on Melidaan". Quin and Friends will help him out a lot here and Obi-Wan can only be taken care of by non-Human healers like Vokara, but I'm also wondering what else might be prevalent at this point in his recovery?

Thank you! And I hope you're keeping well with all your life's big changes.

Hello Red!

This is 100% going to be explored a LOT more in the next fic in StS, so I'll probably end up coming back to this, but here are my initial thoughts (standard disclaimer that I am not a psychologist and have done exactly zero research):

Swinging between clinging and hostility. A fear that Qui-Gon/ [trusted adult] will abandon him again, and so he's- consciously or not- trying to get ahead of the game, trying to make them abandon him, because if he gets rid of them first then they can't leave him when he's not expecting it.

I've definitely already touched on this, but the way I see it, he'd have an extreme aversion to medical treatment in any sort of formal setting. He's just spent x amount of time (in my 'verse it's a year, but I genuinely have no idea how long it is in JA canon) in a very high-stress situation without the supplies to deal with injuries. Any injuries, he either tries to patch up himself, or just forgoes dealing with them altogether- after all, he can still stand, he can still move, he can still fight, so he's fine, he's fine, he doesn't need help. He's still operating under wartime scarcity rules.

Staying under things. Avoiding open spaces. In the same way that children who live in places where bombings via drone are common prefer cloudy skies because that means the drones can't fly, I think that Obi-Wan would have a similar reaction because of the constant threat of bombardments. Ducking under things when he's frightened. Sleeping under the bed or in the bathtub. Somewhere more enclosed, you know?

Again, something that I've already touched on: a reluctance to eat food that either isn't sealed or that he hasn't helped prepare himself. It could have been tampered with, it could be spoiled, and he can't tell--

Something else relating to his relationship with his surroundings: always needing something at his back. Not being able to sleep without someone keeping watch.

Also, I do like the thought that he keeps forgetting his lightsaber. He's just waged a whole war without it. I like the idea that he... kind of forgets that it's a weapon he can count on again, you know?

Wildly protective of his friends his age and younger kids, lashing out at adults around them-- even though the adults are people his friends trusts. Like lashing out at Master Tholme if he gets too close to Quinlan.

Oh, nearly forgot about this one-- keeping his hair short. Long hair can be grabbed. In my mind, all of the Young keep their hair cut short, even twenty years later. Long hair is a tactical disadvantage. In StS, Obi-Wan grew out his hair once he was knighted, trying to move past everything, trying to prove he's better- and then the war started up again, and old habits reasserted themselves. (Then, of course, Dooku happened...)

These are a few situation-specific ideas that I had, but there are, of course, plenty of ways you can explore other manifestations of symptoms of PTSD- insomnia/ nightmares, intrusive thoughts, apathy, depression, psychosomatic pain, an inability to enjoy situations you'd enjoyed pre-trauma...

I will be back with more ideas, but I hope these provide some fodder for you to start! Feel free to message me if you want to chat more about this, I do love putting Obi-Wan through the wringer >:) and best of luck with your fic!!

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The Sound of Mandalore

Chapter 11/20: Till You Find Your Dream

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Yoda sat alone in his quarters, blinds half drawn to block out the light from the setting sun. A knock sounded at his door, and he smiled despite himself.

“Come in, Obi-Wan.”

The young Jedi stepped inside, his usual confident stride still conspicuously missing. Since he had abruptly returned to Coruscant, he had appeared shrunken, sallow. It had the entire Jedi Council worried, and that was worrying in itself. It wasn’t often that they all agreed on something.

Skywalker hadn’t had any further insight to share either, his own concern for his Master evident. He had managed to get by without so much as a reprimand for lying about his ‘meditative retreat,’ much to his surprise. Fortunately for him, Kenobi’s worrisome state took top priority.

Obi-Wan walked over to the Grand Master and knelt down, bowing his head low as if it could excuse the thoughts and feelings he had allowed to creep into his mind while he was on Mandalore. Light filtered in through the blinds, casting stripes on his shoulders and back.

“Unhappy you have been,” Master Yoda began, “Sorry, I am.”

Whatever Obi-Wan had expected him to say, it wasn’t that. Not an apology. After all, it was he who should be apologizing.

The young Master shook his head. “No, Master Yoda, I—”

He was cut off.

“Sent you back, the Mandalorians did. Why?”

Obi-Wan’s mouth opened and shut numerous times until his brain decided it was capable of forming a response. He was ashamed of what he was about to say. “They didn’t send me back, Master, I—I left.”

If this surprised the Grand Master, he didn’t show it. Instead, he seemed to make a decision, gesturing for the younger man to stand. “Great turmoil I sense in you, Master Kenobi.” He closed his eyes, feeling it in the Force. “The council of another, you need.”

Obi-Wan looked to Yoda in confusion, his brows knit together. “Who?”

Yoda’s small, knowing smile unnerved him.

“An old friend, returned from the netherworld of the Force,” he offered in explanation, “Your old Master.”

“Qui-Gon?” Obi-Wan exclaimed incredulously.

Yoda nodded. “Speak with you, he will.”

Without another word, the little Jedi began to hobble out of the room.

Obi-Wan was still blinking in confusion, staring at the back of Yoda’s wrinkled green head like he’d gone mad. “H-how?”

Yoda chuckled at that, continuing his path to the door. “In time, you will learn, young Kenobi,” he said, “In time, you will learn.”

The door shut behind him, and Obi-Wan was left standing there in bewilderment. And alone. He ran his hand over his eyes in exasperation, feeling the exhaustion that weighed him down more acutely than ever. He turned to look around, unsure of what he was supposed to be doing exactly.

That was when he saw it: From the corner of his eye, a blue glow began to grow faintly on the edge of his vision. He spun around quickly and was astonished to see the shape of his Master fade into view, smiling down at him with ease.

“Sit down, Obi-Wan,” the apparition spoke, and yes that was his voice. Yes that was his face, and his hair, and his hands.

“Master?”

Obi-Wan’s heart was in his throat, pounding wildly. How could this be possible? Surely he was imagining things. Nevertheless, as Qui-Gon gently ushered him to a seat, he followed.

“Tell me what happened, Padawan.”

It had been so long since he’d been called that. He almost forgot sometimes how young he was when he lost his Master. He had been thrust into knighthood under impossible circumstances, given a young boy to care for, to nurture, to teach. There hadn’t been enough time to process everything, even so many years later.

Now Qui-Gon sat beside him, waiting for an answer.

“I—I was afraid, Master,” Obi-Wan spoke.

“Afraid?”

Obi-Wan felt the tears of frustration pooling in his eyes and willed them away. “Yes, and I know that fear leads to the Dark Side, so I had to leave. It was my only choice.”

Qui-Gon placed a translucent blue hand over Obi-Wan’s shoulder, and he swore he could almost feel it.

“What was there to be afraid of?” he asked.

The answer brought shame. He recalled a conversation much like this on the way home from Mandalore many years ago. Funny how history had a way of repeating itself.

“I was confused. I felt—I haven’t felt like that since…” He squeezed his eyes shut. “I thought I’d never have to worry about feeling that way again, Master, but then I—”

His Master was ever so patient, despite the younger man’s stammered explanation.

“I knew I couldn’t stay there, Qui-Gon. Last time, when we came back here, I could forget all about it, about—” his words trailed off, and he quickly changed course. “But I never really forgot, did I? And what kind of Jedi does that make me?”

His question hung in the air, and he wanted to beg his Master to answer it, to reveal the truth that had eluded him despite days of deep meditation.

“I don’t know, what kind of Jedi does that make you?”

Obi-Wan couldn’t answer. Of course, all he got was a cryptic response. He’d been foolish to hope for the answers to the universe from his slightly less than alive Master. Even in death, he had to find a way to drive him crazy.

“I can’t face her again, I can’t.”

Qui-Gon was silent for but a moment, a knowing look in his eye. “Satine?”

Just her name caused his heart to melt, the feeling sinking all the way to his toes. Or perhaps a better comparison would be a battle droid being crushed like a tin can. Yes, that was what his heart felt like.

He hung his head in shame.

“You’re in love with her.”

Qui-Gon knew. It wasn’t a question. He knew it when they were just kids, and he knew it now.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan confirmed with a sob. Never did he think he would make that admission, not here in the Jedi Temple, not to his old Master who was supposed to be unreachable in death. His voice shook uncontrollably, lip trembling. “And the Senator—the Senator said she was in love with me, but it just can’t be true. It can’t.”

Did he really believe that? Or was he fooling himself? His eyes squeezed shut again, eyelashes wet with the promise of tears.

“It was so long ago, but sometimes, she would look at me and I’d think—Stars, it’s hard to breathe when I’m around her.”

He seemed to be having trouble breathing now, in fact. Qui-Gon looked on his old Padawan with compassion. The poor boy was in immense pain, far worse than it had been even the first time around.

“Does she know?” the old Master asked in a soft voice.

Obi-Wan swallowed past the lump that had formed in his throat, opening his eyes again to glance at Qui-Gon. “If she does, I didn’t mean for her to,” he said, shaking his head. “I tried to suppress it. I was there as a Jedi, on business for the Jedi Council. They might have granted me a seat among them if my mission had been a success.”

“They still will, if that is what you truly desire.”

Obi-Wan looked to his Master in confusion. “What?”

“You are being offered a choice, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon explained, “either you may stay here on Coruscant and be given a seat on the council, or you may return to Mandalore and be with the woman you love.”

Obi-Wan looked as if such a choice was not only impossible, but wrong. “But—but I swore an oath, Master, to follow the will of the Force! I can’t just take back my promises, to follow my selfish desires and leave everything I’ve worked for!”

Qui-Gon stood and walked to the window, surveying the familiar skyline through a crack in the blinds. “My old Padawan, sometimes the will of the Force lies beyond what can be found here at the Temple.”

Obi-Wan was deep in thought.

“You have a great capacity to love, something most Jedi, unfortunately, do not understand,” the ghost continued explaining. “And your love is not, as you say, selfish, or controlling, or possessive. You love purely, Obi-Wan, and that is what has made you such a great Jedi.”

The young Jedi shook his head. This couldn’t be right, what Qui-Gon was saying couldn’t be true.

“Search your feelings, my Padawan. The will of the Force will tell you how you are meant to spend your love.” Qui-Gon returned to face Obi-Wan, kneeling to reach his eyes. “As a Jedi, or as something else entirely.”

The old Master stood once more and sat beside his former apprentice. Closing his eyes and crossing his legs, he modeled meditation just as he had done so many times before when Obi-Wan was his young Padawan. And just like he did then, Obi-Wan followed suit, slipping into the Force as he did.

“Listen to the Force. Ask it to show you your path forward.”

Obi-Wan did as he was instructed.

Behind closed eyes, flashes of green sharpened into blades of grass, then rocks, then a mountain. A mountain he had seen before.

And a stream… he could almost feel the cool water on his feet as he crossed it, a weight on his back that he remembered to be Satine, younger then but just as beautiful. Laughter echoed in his ears as they crested the hill, revealing a splendid vista of gently rolling hills and storm clouds in the distance. A rainbow appeared arcing across the horizon, the colors brighter than he had ever seen.

And finally, his vision landed on her face, lit up in wonder and for a moment, devoid of the physical signs of stress their situation had etched on her. The Force swirled around them, and he knew now as he did then that his love for this woman would never waver.

Now, however, he allowed himself to feel the certainty, the rightness in the Force that told him this was where he was meant to be. He wasn’t ready to hear it back then, but he was now.

The presence of his Master was like a firm hand on his shoulder, and he suddenly knew what he had to do. He had to go back. Yes, he would be leaving everything he knew here on Coruscant, a galaxy at war, his troops, Anakin—yes—Anakin most of all. But he would no longer hold back the truth of how he cared for him. His old Padawan would never again doubt that his Master loved him, that he considered him to be his brother, and his very best friend. He could tell him he was proud of him, and promise to always be there for him when he needed him. Their brotherhood would not change, even with the distance between them.

Qui-Gon’s voice pulled him from his deep ruminations, offering one final piece of wisdom, knowing that Obi-Wan’s choice had been made.

“This path you are choosing will require all the love you have in your heart. Trust it, and the Force, and it will carry you all the days of your life.” A sense of peace settled over him.

And when Obi-Wan opened his eyes, his Master was gone.

-.-.-

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An anon submitted an ask about how they think Obi-Wan didn't love Anakin as much as Anakin loved him. Unfortunately, Tumblr ate that ask, but here is the reply:

Short answer is that I don't think Anakin loved Obi-Wan more than Obi-Wan loved him. I just think they are both unable to relate to each other in an entirely healthy way because of how they grew up.

Now, the long answer is where I explain what in heck I mean by that.

At the beginning of their relationship, Obi-Wan is initially ambivalent and dismissive. This is just "another pathetic life-form." It's not I think that Obi-Wan does not care about people, it is that he as a Jedi is taught to prioritize the mission above all, the collective above the individual. He has also internalized a certain level of Core-World snobbery and the typical Jedi arrogance.

Afterwards, when Qui-Gon wants to take Anakin as an apprentice, Obi-Wan becomes jealous. To his credit, Obi-Wan does seem to realise this is wrong, and it helps that Qui-Gon does reassure him.

The latter point is very important. You see, Obi-Wan, as I discuss in this post, is very insecure and needs to please the Jedi Council. Obi-Wan almost wasn't trained to be a knight because he was too angry. As a result, he has internalized this rejection. All he has is the Order. He wants to please them.

So when Qui-Gon asks him to train Anakin, he is at war inside. On the one hand, Obi-Wan is devoted to Qui-Gon and wants to honor his wishes. On the other, he does not want to defy the council. It took a lot of courage, and I would argue integrity for Obi-Wan to oppose the Council on this. Fortunately, they reconsidered letting Anakin go untrained with the Sith threat. However, Obi-Wan never forgot Yoda's censure. It is now on him to make sure this kid is perfect.

So, what happens? He comes down hard on Anakin. He defied the Council and destabilized his own security to train this boy and he is scared and lacking in support.

This does not mean he does not care. I think he does care about Anakin. I think he even sees a part of himself in Anakin as a scared little boy who was rejected from becoming a Jedi, which is all he wanted, because of fear or anger. Apart from Qui-Gon's wishes, I do think this may be one reason Obi-Wan did decide to go to bat for him. The more time they spend together, the deeper that affection goes.

In AotC, we do see Obi-Wan being kind to Anakin. The ribbing in the elevator. His reassurances when Anakin is upset that Padme didn't recognize him/seems to have forgotten about him. Even his gently exasperated expression when he tells Anakin "try not to lose it" about his lightsaber.

However, Obi-Wan has been taught that attachment is wrong. Yoda even says in one of the Legends books that one of the reasons he was against Obi-Wan training Anakin is that they are both prone to attachment. However, Obi-Wan, unlike Anakin, truly thinks that is wrong. This is just another reason to be hard on Anakin. Whenever Obi-Wan falls into this, it tends to be because Anakin is acting unorthodox or "attached."

I think when Anakin says "you're like a father to me" and Obi-Wan says, "Well, why don't you listen to me then?" is a reflection of this. Obi-Wan does not reject the implication, but he also cannot openly accept it. He cannot tell Anakin he loves him. He tries in other ways, in RotS for example with his "I am very proud of you speech."

Then, there is Anakin. Anakin is never reassured by Obi-Wan, who does not know Anakin is even aware of it, that he is no longer jealous of or resentful of Anakin. Over time, as they become closer, this matters less, but some insecurity remains.

Anakin has always had to please people in authority over him to feel safe. This means he really wilts under Obi-Wans critical training system. It also means he needs to know Obi-Wan loves him personally. This is partially because he is a child and just needs unconditional love. It is also because defining people as family means they are family and he can trust them.

Anakin has also grown up having a family. He is used to these dynamics and was not taught to believe they are wrong...yet. So we have Anakin reaching out, looking for Obi-Wan to acknowledge his role as a father. Meanwhile, Obi-Wan is not in a position to do that. The best he will do is say Anakin is "like my brother" when it is far too late. The way Anakin wants to receive affection are ways that Obi-Wan finds hard to reciprocate given his Jedi indoctrination. There is a lot of miscommunication, or just a lack of communication.

Last of all, because attachment is wrong, Obi-Wan can and will throw Anakin under the bus if he has to. It is Jedi teachings Obi-Wan has internalized at war with his affections. The result is that Obi-Wan will shield Anakin from the Council/scrutiny as much as he can, until he can't and has to follow orders. Anakin does not work like this, and that undermines the relationship, because Anakin knows he cannot trust Obi-Wan to go to bat for him the same way. Obi-Wan will always do what the Council says if push comes to shove.

So...it's not that Obi-Wan does not love Anakin just as deeply. I think he does. It's just that he's been harmed emotionally which in part drives how he treats Anakin. Nothing about the way Jedi raise kids is healthy.

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Thoughts on Jedi Apprentice 3: The Hidden Past

Okay, this one has always been my favorite, so I am STOKED to read it again! When I look at the spines of the books on my shelf, this one is clearly the most beat-up (honorable mentions going to The Fight for Truth and The Evil Experiment, which honestly doesn't surprise me in the slightest - but we'll get to those in due time). It's angsty, it's dramatic, and it also was the book that taught me what dramatic irony is.

Unimportant aside: There's some kind of weird yellowed discoloration on the inside of the covers of my copy that none of the other books have. Don't know what's going on there. I mean, all of them are printed on pretty cheap, flimsy paper, but still....

Jedi Apprentice #3: The Hidden Past by Jude Watson

Chapter 1

The book begins with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan setting off on their first official mission together as master and apprentice. It also just so happens to be Obi-Wan's thirteenth birthday! He's officially a Padawan, and officially a teenager, so hopefully this will mean my complaints about what's being asked of him will be reduced. Judging from the track record so far, though, I doubt it XD

Qui-Gon forgot it was Obi-Wan's birthday! D: It's an important milestone, so he quickly thinks of a gift to give him...and it's a rock. A small stone he found in a river on his home planet (my sources say that his home planet is supposed to be Coruscant, but maybe that wasn't canonized yet when this book was written, because I feel like if he was referring to Coruscant, he would've just said so). I've always wondered if there was a story behind that, or if he literally just went there on a mission one time and fished it out of a river and just...kept it in his pocket for years and years.

"Only by remembering the past are we able to learn from the present." - This feels like a really fitting thing for Qui-Gon to say, right after his struggles in the previous book about learning from his own past.

"Obi-Wan trailed after Qui-Gon, fighting off a feeling of hopelessness. Would he ever please his new Master? Just when he felt Qui-Gon had given him the strong base of his trust, he found himself hanging free. Now he realized that the only thing Qui-Gon had ever truly given him was a rock." - Oh, baby, no.... ☯^☯

Chapter 5

Instead of going to the planet they're supposed to go to for their first mission, their pilot starts talking about a fuel leak, and how they have to make an emergency landing on the nearest planet...which curiously happens to be Phindar - the home planet of their pilot. It becomes pretty clear pretty fast that this was all a setup; their pilot lands, makes himself scarce, and leaves them in the lurch as Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan have to fight off a bunch of assassin droids. After this, the Jedi wander around, noticing that Phindar seems to be going through very hard times, the people beaten down and hopeless.

Just then, their pilot finds them again and leads them to a grubby little cafe. And there in the back room is...Guerra! Their pilot is is his brother, Paxxi, and this was all their ingenious plan to get back to their home planet and maybe even recruit some Jedi help with the criminal organization that holds their planet captive.

I'd totally forgotten that the brothers call them "Obawan" and "Jedi-Gon" XD I love it!

These brothers and their "laugh in the face of death" disposition makes them some of my favorite supporting characters in the entire series. Here, have a fun interaction from this chapter: "'You're a criminal?' Obi-Wan couldn't believe it. 'Oh, yes, but such a little one,' Guerra said. 'Not so, brother!' You have a price on your head!' Paxxi chortled. 'As do I! Assassin droids are ordered to shoot on sight!' 'So, it is true, brother!' Guerra agreed. 'You are right again, for the first time!'"

Chapter 6

"'Let me get this straight. You want two Jedi to help two common thieves steal a treasure from a bunch of gangsters?' 'Yes, exactly!' 'Wait, brother, we should explain further. We should assure the Jedi that we are far more interested in liberating our people than in stealing treasure.'" - Yeah, that sums up the plot of this book pretty well :P

In summation, Guerra and Paxxi are (in their own words) "freedom fighters who steal," and want the Jedi to help them free their planet from the corrupt gangsters who call themselves Syndicat.

Chapter 7

Assassin droids come poking around, so they have to make a run for it across the rooftops. There's a brief moment that is really sweet, even though it's just a simple case of the Jedi using the Force to jump from one rooftop to the next. "He asked the question silently: Can you make it? Obi-Wan nodded instantly. Once again, Qui-Gon was impressed by his Padawan's sharp instincts. Obi-Wan always seemed to know what he needed from him."

A big plot point in this book is that the Syndicat has developed a way to use droid memory wipe technology on people, taking away the memories of anyone who dares to resist. Then they drop these "renewed" or reprogrammed people onto dangerous worlds and bet on how long they'll last. Kaadi, one of Guerra and Paxxi's friends, joins up with them and tells them that her father is one such person. Learning about this aspect of Syndicat's oppression goes a long way toward convincing the Jedi to help Phindar out.

"Qui-Gon felt a deep stirring of anger. Kaadi's bravery in the face of her distress about her father had touched him. Even Guerra and Paxxi had moved him. Behind their clownish behavior was deep suffering. He could feel it. The living Force pulsed in the brothers, strong and pure. He didn't know if he could trust them completely, but he knew they deserved his help." - This perfectly shows how Qui-Gon's Slytherin Primary drives him to help others. He sees other people's suffering and grief over the people most important to them, and he knows what that feels like, so he reaches out to help them.

Chapter 9

"You fought well, Padawan. Next time, you will do better. It is time to focus on the now." - I'm struck by the differences between how Qui-Gon responds to Obi-Wan's failings, and how Obi-Wan will later respond to Anakin's failings. The brothers take them to the Syndicat headquarters, but when they get to the treasury, they find it all empty and an ambush waiting for them. In the ensuing battle, Obi-Wan lets his impatience get the better of him and doesn't fight as well as he should have. And in the previous chapter, Qui-Gon definitely notices how Obi-Wan fails and makes a mental note to work on that with him later when they have time. But notice what he says to Obi-Wan. He praises him. He actually doesn't say anything negative to him at all, he just says, "you'll do better next time," showing that he still believes in his Padawan, even when he's less than perfect. Obi-Wan, on the other hand, we can see repeatedly criticizing what Anakin does and how he does it. Perhaps rightly so, but I can't help thinking that his critical approach contributed to where Anakin ended up. Makes you wonder how Anakin would have turned out if Qui-Gon had been able to train him....

Chapter 10

Plot twist upon plot twist! Terra, one of the leaders of the Syndicat, is revealed to be Guerra and Paxxi's sister, who was "renewed" when she was ten years old, then raised by the Syndicat to be cruel. Their mother, Duenna, chose to become a servant to Terra, in the hopes of bringing back the daughter she once knew. I forgot all about this.... :'(

Chapter 11

Aaaaahhh, the foreshadowing is so thick in this chapter!!!! In order to get into the vault with all the stuff they're trying to steal, they need to steal back a device Paxxi made that can get past any fingerprint lock, which Syndicat unknowingly took when they confiscated some things from the brothers. So they have to break into the warehouse it's kept in...but then security gets wise to their presence. Guerra, Paxxi, and Qui-Gon are able to make it out without being detected, but Obi-Wan gets caught! I know what it's all leading up to, but it's still so tense!

Chapter 12

"Part of [Obi-Wan's] Temple training had been on patience, but it had been his worst subject." - XD

Obi-Wan comes face to face with Terra, and sees a glimpse of humanity, of the girl she used to be, in her. But all the same, she sentences him to be renewed and sent off-planet. That's right, folks: Obi-Wan's memory is going to be erased!!!!! :O

Chapter 13

"He wanted to rush at Guerra, rush at the first Syndicat guard he saw, rush into the headquarters. His anger filled him, raw and pulsing, irrational. He was surprised at the power of it. Guerra had betrayed Obi-Wan on the mining platform. Had he done it again?" - (ಡ‸ಡ)

You might wonder why I'm not yelling about these people throwing a thirteen-year-old boy into a jail cell, planning to erase his memories and then send him to some dangerous planet and bet on how long he's going to survive. But the Syndicat has already been well established as the kind of people who do that sort of thing frequently. They did it to Terra, and she was younger than Obi-Wan is now. So this really doesn't come as much of a surprise.

"He pressed his forehead against his knees, feeling the fear overwhelm him. It filled his mind with darkness. For the first time in his life, he knew what it was to lose all hope. Then, in the midst of his cold and fear, he felt a warmth inside his tunic. He reached inside to the hidden pocket against his chest. His fingers closed around the river rock Qui-Gon had given him. It was warm!" - And in his darkest moment, Qui-Gon's gift lends him the courage and reassurance he needs so desperately. The rock appears to be sensitive to the Force, so he uses it as a focus for his power, using all his strength to make a shield around himself and his memories. Ugh, my heart TAT

Also, this reminds me that for a few years after reading this book, anytime I would happen to be at a river or a rocky beach, I would keep my eyes peeled for a smooth, flat, round rock that looked like the one Qui-Gon gives Obi-Wan. I had quite a collection at one point. Can't remember what happened to them....

Chapter 14

"Time and again he had tried to formulate a plan, only to be filled with anguish at the thought of Obi-Wan's plight. He was rocked to the core. The thought of Obi-Wan without his memory, without his training, was unbearable. He had failed his Padawan. ... If Obi-Wan had lost his memory, surely he would still retain his goodness. ... The boy he knew was gone. The diligent boy, so curious and intent on knowledge. The quick study. The boy who wanted to learn. Qui-Gon refused to believe that all that was all gone." - oTL

Chapter 15

They put Obi-Wan in the memory wipe machine, and he fights back with all he has, protecting every memory with the Force. We get to see a sampling of these memories, and...oh my. I don't know if my heart can take it T^T The main one I remembered was just little snippets of his family - and even though these books aren't strictly canon anymore, they actually line up pretty well with the memories he mentions in the miniseries. He remembers his parents, and a brother named...Owen. His brother is named Owen. How...odd it must be, years and years later, when he hands over Luke to a man named Owen who utterly loathes him and everything he stands for.

"They knew they could not keep him from it. He wanted it so much. Yet goodbye was so painful, so hard. A soft cheek was pressed against his. I carry you always." - Okay, I'm actually crying this time. Oh, Obi-Wan.... TT_____________TT

Obi-Wan acts like he's lost his memories so as not to arouse suspicion, but all of his memories are actually intact! He gets dropped off on the planet Gala, which ironically happens to be the planet he and Qui-Gon were supposed to go to. They send a probe droid with him to watch him, but he manages to shake it with some quick thinking. The only weird thing about that is that, earlier in the book, it was called a "probe droid," but now it's being called a "probot"? o.0

"The idea flashed into Obi-Wan's mind like a powered-up lightsaber." - Hee, instead of a lightbulb.... :D

And that idea is that he hijacks the Galacian prince's spaceship, which he's taking to Phindar to solidify an alliance with the Syndicat. Obi-Wan ties up the prince, dresses up like him, and flies the ship by himself to Phindar. Not a bad plan, kid!

Chapter 16

This is it. This is the chapter that taught me about dramatic irony. I don't think I knew about that term when I read it the first time, but whenever it was that I learned about it in school, while everyone else was talking about like..."The Gift of the Magi" or whatever, I immediately thought of this scene, and it made perfect sense. It's interesting reading it again, though - the glorious moment of irony didn't seem quite as all-encompassing as I remember it being. But maybe that's just because I knew the entire time what was going to happen. It's still a pretty good example of dramatic irony, though. Obi-Wan shows up on Phindar, and there's a sort of double irony - first, Qui-Gon and the others think he's the prince, and then they recognize him and are all confused because they think his memory is gone. But the whole time, the reader knows everything is under control ^_^

"'Look at him,' Paxxi said in disgust. 'You can tell the brute is evil.' 'Look closer. That boy is Obi-Wan,' Qui-Gon murmured. Paxxi gasped. 'Yes so, I thought he seemed handsome and brave,' he added quickly. 'And what royal bearing he has!'" - ◔‿◔

"Qui-Gon concentrated and reached out to the Force. He gathered it in, then directed it toward Obi-Wan like a cresting wave. He waited, every muscle tense, every cell on alert. His heart cried out for his Padawan to hear him. He felt Obi-Wan catch the Force and send it back to him. It broke over him like a glorious waterfall." - \(^o^)/*\(^o^)/

Chapter 18

Qui-Gon and the brothers manage to get the treasury emptied out, according to plan. The Syndicat leaders take "Prince" Obi-Wan on an inspection of the goods that they're giving to him to seal the alliance. But of course, once they get there, the treasury is empty. Blame falls upon Terra, who recognizes Obi-Wan and accuses him of being an imposter. But she isn't convincing enough, and is shot down by assassin droids. Everyone leaves the room, allowing Qui-Gon and Guerra to slip in and see Terra's last moments.

"'You don't remember me,' Guerra said brokenly. Terra's eyes cleared. For a moment, they blazed brightly as memory rushed back. 'Not so, brother,' she said softly. She reached up a trembling hand and touched Guerra's cheek. 'Not so.' Her eyelids fluttered closed. She curled one arm around Guerra's neck, rested her head against him, and died." - ಥ-ಥ

Chapter 20

In a final, glorious battle, the Phindians take back their planet from Syndicat, they destroy the mind-wipe machine, and Prince Beju escapes to Gala (to be seen again in the next book!). Qui-Gon suggests that the brothers run for governor in the upcoming elections, which...may be the worst idea he's ever had XD But it ends the book on a humorous high note, at least.

"I'm glad of one thing, Padawan. You have held on to your memories." - You and me both, Qui-Gon. You and me both.

#star wars #jedi apprentice #obi-wan #obi-wan kenobi #qui-gon #qui-gon jinn #dramatic irony #my favorite in the series #book thoughts

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i absolutely love reading all of ur star wars f1 au snippets but i am so curious how does anakin lose his arm in this verse? does dooku just crash into himdhdjsjsn

(i am so sorry losing a limb is never funny but dooku crashing into anakin and going u know what. fuck that guy and deliberately driving over his arm is a little funny. to me. dooku gets suspended from the championship w immediate effect and every time anakin wins after he gets his prostetic he writes an angry op ed that anakin is cheating bc his "robot reflexes" are faster than a human. anakin deliberately pulls a kubica and drives practically one handed next race only to win against the current sith racing driver (assajj??) to prove a point but gets a concussion climbing out of the car bc he forgot he cant use his hand to steady himself like the idiot he is)

feelfree to disregadrd all of this btw also sorry for the spelling mjstakes tumblr mobile is a pest

Okay honestly SW F1 au is pretty much just a for funsies Nothing Bad Happens Ever mashing together of my two big interests r/now. I am smashing the toys together and babbling like a toddler and just doing surface level observations of where people would fit. This is partly just BC... It's for fun! And partly because my own closeness to actual Motorsport makes me somewhat uncomfortable adapting its more serious consequences for an au for a silly space movie franchise.

That said. 1) you're so right anakin drives an unhinged amazing race and then gives himself concussion just to prove a point to an old man who got banned. 2) if there was to be a more serious version of this AU with plot. It would absolutely involve this.

Anakin being ground up and spat out by the cruel competitive world of Motorsport. Qui-Gon sells him and his mother the dream that he's going to be a world champion he's going to be everything he's ever dreamed of and bring home all the money his mum could ever need. So anakin develops this complex, devotes his life to racing, and becomes reckless in his pursuit of it. He definitely gains a prosthetic thanks to a horrible crash with dooku, but he still isn't a champion. He has to keep going and it makes him MORE reckless because now he's given up an ARM for this. He has to do it by any means necessary.

Inevitably, it ends in a fireball crash that ends his career for good without the championship he wanted so badly. He lashes out at everyone - especially obi-wan - and vanishes as soon as he's out of the hospital. This would then lead into the twins, given up at birth separately, getting into Motorsport of their own accord and anakin returning from wherever he fucked off to to try and stop them. (And tense reunions with Padme and obi-wan that are ultimately healing.)

#sw f1 au #tw crash #uhhh ask to tag

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so-i-say-no-to-status-quo · 2 years

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in honor of May the Fourth i rewatched Ani: A Parody and wrote down some thoughts (idk if anyone wants to read them but i had fun lol)

ACT 1

• "it's a humorous play on words and that's where the comedy comes in" no matter how many times they say it in ani i laugh every time

• "you must not know dick about star wars" also a good line throughout

• ani's casual-ness about the younglings at the temple akshsjdk

• just mara jade in general

• the reveal of nick as palpatine makes me laugh even though i've seen this a million times

• the black bathrobe, the voice, the demeanor, everything is so funny

• "we're gonna paint these walls right?" is just incredible

• the characters interacting with clark and the rest as the cantina band is *chefs kiss*

• never noticed the wink that mara does after ani says he's old enough to be her father in law!! omg akshdjd

• chaotic iconic trio of brian/walker/nick with bonus eric as sebulba!!!!!

• brian picking up nick is perfect as is ani saying "they've got the high ground"

• brian holden as jar jar is also perfect

• the whole ani/jar jar conversation is so funny and clark laughing in the background is great

• tarkin yelling stop it at ani & jar jar as well as the band so then music stopped is so sjdhjdkddk

ACT 2

• the crop tops!!!

• jj using the force ahhhh

• tarkin "holy smokes look at the time"/jj "I CANT READ"

• "yousa even say she be lookin' like natalie portman" i forgot about that joke and i can't stop laughing

• the locker being a band member

• the ~romantic~ lines from ani to padme is iconic

• adding the red hair to denise's actual headshot is hilarious

• the walking through the door bit always great

• clark nodding when oola aka meredith asks if they can get a drink later asjsjdkdksk

• the astronaut helmet looks like it's from that OMG space short that a lot of starkids were in (okay checked an it's not, it's just very similar but you should watch it anyway haha) (also written and directed by chris allen)

• and nick as obi wan in a brown bathrobe & a taped on beard is great omg

• "i'm better now, i'm drunk"

• this whole dinner conversation is incredible

• "you think you kill a guy and comes back as a goddamn robot. and this is the second time it's happened to me" oooooh my god akhshdksjsk

• haunted by the kiss ahhhh

• the song, their dance, the fact the lyrics are from that speech lol

• when i watched the prequels this song kept repeating in my head

• ngl jj's death hit me

• the chancellor valorum joke was pretty funny actually ajhshdjd

• boba fett taking off his helmet to reveal the hood on the onesie zipped up to be the helmet is chefs kiss

• meredith and brian duo!!!!!!

• "what was dat?" all i can think of is hmb now lol

• tarkin "you've got the high ground"

• eric as a force ghost!qui gon jinn is amazing and i forgot that happened omg

• the ending!! denise is incredible and i love the dancing

• shoutout to katie spelman the choreographer who killed it. i loved every dance

ENDING THOUGHTS

• just overall the songs are great and i adore the soundtrack so so much. clark and meredith and pierce sound so good! just every song is fun and i love the distinct vibe they all have

• i for one love that the cast (except meredith) don't sing (i also know some people don't like it) but i think it fits the show and they do more intense dancing to make up for it in a sense. it's just a great time and i am not complaining about hearing clark singing at all haha

• i love ani. every time I watch it i swear i catch a new star wars joke i didn't hear before or just a new appreciation for them

• if you look at my blog i'm a fierce ani appreciator and defender lol its a good show yall!

• when i first watched this in 2014 (which btw i can't believe how old this is lol) i did not know much about star wars beyond very surface level main movie knowledge, now i would say i know a lot more than i did then. and i think ani is great bc even though i didn't know a ton it didn't decrease my enjoyment of it. so anyone with any amount of star wars knowledge can watch it and enjoy it (and even if they don't know star wars it's still a blast)

• i love this show so much and i will recommend it forever. and happy may the fourth!

#ani a parody #starkid #ani #may the fourth #star wars

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fanfic-phoenix · 1 year

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Obitine Week 2022, Day 4 - Role Reversal

Rating: General

Word Count: 746

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How, Anakin no doubt wondered, had a pacifist Jedi caught the attention of a Mandalorian duchess?

Satine ran her fingers - once, twice - over the cluster of lilies painted above her hip. They were faded now, scratched, but she remembered painting them, flushed with the optimism and righteous fury of youth, new-start white against her trademark, reliable blue.

Obi-Wan had sat at her side, fascinated then by beskar’gam the same way he was fascinated by languages, and she, thrilled by him, had soaked up the attention and - naturally - rewarded it accordingly.

She wasn’t sure Obi-Wan would be inclined, these days, to watch her paint her armour. He’d appreciate the artistry, no doubt, and perhaps even the intimacy, if Satine had read his meaning correctly, but their paths had diverged so many years ago…

“Your Grace?”

Satine startled, slightly, and turned to smile. “Knight Skywalker. How are you?”

He grinned back, all easy charm and confidence. “That’s what I was coming to ask you.”

“I’m quite alright. Except that I forgot to thank you.” She bowed her head. “Thank you for taking care of Merrick. I shouldn’t have frozen the way I did.”

“It’s understandable.” The comfort was clumsy, but evident. “When the hostage is someone you… Love.”

She laughed. His awkwardness was impossible to witnesswithout laughing, but he bore it with good grace. “He told you then?”

“He told me that he and Qui-Gon took a mission to protect you.”

His doubt was palpable, and Satine thought she might understand the cause of his curiosity. How, Anakin no doubt wondered, had a pacifist Jedi caught the attention of a Mandalorian duchess?

“He wasn’t always a pacifist,” she told him. She couldn’t help glancing over to where he stood, speaking to the senators with perfect grace, not a hair out of place, lightsaber hanging from his belt. “He wasverd. Awarrior.”

Anakin blinked. “Really?”

“He was brave, skilled…” Satine tapped her nails against the orange stripe on her forearm. Bright, shining, lust for life. “We fought together. Side-by-side. He helped me defend my people. He gave me the chance to unite them, to cut the middle ground between my father’s New Mandalorians and Mandalore’s traditionalists. We could never have won the war without him.”

“I’ve never seen him do more than deflect blaster bolts.”

“I…” Satine shook her head. It’d been a shock, after so many battles together, to hear that Obi-Wan had sworn never to raise his ‘saber against another living being. “He never told me exactly what happened when Qui-Gon died, but since then…”

Anakin pursed his lips but didn’t tell her. She could respect that.

“I want to talk to him,” she decided. “Can you extract him from the politicians, or shall I rescue him myself?”

“I’ll offer myself as a trade, Your Grace.”

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“I still don’t understand it,” Satine sighed. “But tell me that it makes you happy, and I will accept it.”

Obi-Wan smiled at her. The quiet, sad smile that had always wrenched and twisted at her heart. Her eyes pricked and she was glad - beyond glad - that the senators had retired so long ago. Long enough that she and Obi-Wan were sat - half-lay - on the dais, boots and armour discarded around them.

“I am not,” he said, “because no Jedi can be happy in the midst of a war. But I am content knowing that I work for peace, knowing that I help people, and knowing that I have betrayed neither myself, the code, nor the Republic.”

The truth of it rang clearly. She reached out to grasp his hand. “Then I’m glad. I’m glad you don’t fight.”

“I considered it,” he confessed. “After Geonosis… I went into the training rooms the moment I was cleared and started running drills. Over and over, combat scenarios and lightsaber katas…”

“What happened?”

“Master Windu. He came to check on me and guessed my aims.” Obi-Wan huffed at the memory, looking almost amused. “He looked at me and said, ‘It’s your choice, Obi-Wan, but you should know that it’d break your great-grandmaster’s heart.’ And when I admitted that I didn’t really want to fight, he said, ‘Good. It’s hard for a corpse to sit on the Council.’”

"That’s how they asked you?”

“That’s how they asked me. And I don’t know how true it was, but Master Yodadid look relieved when I announced my intention to lead non-violent relief missions.”

Satine held his hand tighter. “He wants you alive. As do I.”

He leaned in and kissed her cheek. Gently. Always gentle. “I will do my best.”

#Phoenix_Rose #obitine week 2022 #satine kryze #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #role reversal au #pacifist obi wan #warrior satine kryze #star wars #star wars clone wars

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Origin of an Error

Is it a mistake to ignore it all? To ignore the screams of a dead man, the racing of his heart, the truth in a lie.

Bit of a TW at the end for an analogy with thread and needles and stitching up wounds.

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Joining the Jedi Council was a big deal, it was something so many Jedi would strive for but never reach. Obi-Wan hadn't ever planned on chasing a seat on the council, he knew how Qui-Gon felt and sometimes that's all Obi-Wan heard, Qui-Gon's bitter voice scolding him in his head. Obi-Wan found a comfort in it, truly, he did, "But I'm going to accept, Master. I know why you didn't and you know why I must-" All morning he'd argued with his reflection, recombing his hair over and over, putting it up, and yanking it out.

"I don't wanna hear it-" Obi-Wan sighed as he let his hair fall, "I can make my own choices Master, even if it's one you don't agree with." Looking down, he shook his head, accepting the invitation was the right choice. Obi-Wan knew it was, but for some reason, it didn't feel like it. Looking into the mirror again he felt his heart begin to race, that's what it was.

No one ever told him to his face, for that would spiral him, no one would ever tell him, but Obi-Wan carried much of Qui-Gon in him, and sometimes, again, no one dared to say it, he looked like his dead master. If only for a moment, out of the corner of one's eyes, his hair, mannerisms and posture, all the little things Obi-Wan forgot about his master lived again through him. But no one ever told him and no one ever would, for as Obi-Wan took a blade and cut away the first strand of hair, it became apparent that if anyone were to mention such an observation, that he was the spitting imagine of his master, he'd surely lose it. Right on the spot. For Obi-Wan made that observation now, and in his sorrow he took a blade and cut his hair off.

Obi-Wan cut each strand away in a frantic desperation, this was his choice. He was making it on his own, each strand of hair that fell was because of something he'd done. He was doing this all on his own. But each time he caught his reflection, his heart skipped a beat as he saw his Master watching him from behind. He must be terribly disappointed in me-

He cut his hair and he was almost proud of his work, but he would never truly be proud because he knew Qui-Gon wouldn't be. Or maybe he would be, maybe he is, but Obi-Wan would never believe such a thought. He combed his freshly cut hair then smiled. He smiled wider and wider until his smile fell and he let out a sob. Burying his face in his hands, he turned away from the mirror and sobbed.

Obi-Wan had hidden away in his room for a majority of the day. He'd collected himself and once he had, he went back to clean up his new haircut. When he finished, he applauded his timing for his com went off, Anakin was finally back from Naboo. Obi-Wan smiled, he hurried to put on his boots and his robe, putting the hood up so he wouldn't get stopped on the way to Anakin.

The two met on a balcony. "Anakin!" Obi-Wan greeted his padawan with a hug, "How are you?"

"Obi-Wan, I'm good, and you, Master?" Anakin smiled as he hugged Obi-Wan back. Anakin would never be able to tell Obi-Wan just how good he actually was, he was a married man now.

"I'm doing well, come now, we have much to catch up on." Obi-Wan took one of Anakin's bags and the two headed inside.

When they got back to Anakin's room, he took his bag from Obi-Wan and started to unpack. His mind raced with all the things he could tell Obi-Wan. He hadn't wanted to leave but he couldn't wait to see his master again. "Oh, I went swimming like everyday and-" Anakin turned around and a giddy smile took over his face as he looked at his Master, who'd finally taken off his hood, "You cut your hair-"

Obi-Wan made a face before a small smile broke out, "Oh, yes, it appears I have." He had forgotten about it, he'd also forgotten about this morning. "That's not the most exciting thing to happen though." Obi-Wan began, his smiling growing as he remembered, "They offered me a seat on the Jedi Council, Anakin, I was waiting for you to return so you may be there when I accept it."

Anakin's face lit up, "Master, that's awesome." He walked over to Obi-Wan and gave him a hug, "Member of the Jedi Council, Obi-Wan Kenobi." Anakin hyped him up, "That's why you got a sick haircut then?"

"Oh, absolutely." Obi-Wan's smile was silly, feeling good about this honor for the first time since he found out and all it took was for Anakin to come home. "- What about you, Anakin, no doubt you did something exciting?"

"Nothing as cool as you, Master." Anakin sighed, walking back over to his luggage, "I ate a lot and swam without waiting twenty minutes afterwards." He joked, getting a laugh out of his Master. Anakin hadn't asked, but something troubling clouded Obi-Wan's mind, perhaps the council invitation, but Obi-Wan seemed really excited about it, so Anakin didn't know what it could be. "-I also didn't make my bed once." He crossed his arms and almost seemed prideful.

"Oh, I see, you broke rules the entire time," Obi-Wan laughed as he pulled his robe over him, "I'm glad you're back home, Anakin, I missed you." Obi-Wan walked over and sat on Anakin's bed, to which he did the same.

"..What's on your mind?"

"Accepting the invitation, it's the right choice?" Obi-Wan asked, looking at Anakin. If Anakin was offered a seat on the council, would he take it? Absolutely. Obi-Wan knew Anakin would, but himself? He wanted to, but he had reasons not to. Or rather, he had Qui-Gon's reasons not to.

"Well, it's what you want, right?" Anakin looked over. He never liked the council all that much. He thought fondly of everyone on the council of course, but they weren't as open as the Jedi were supposed to be. Instead, they lied and hid things, and Anakin hated that because he knew it was because they had to. "Do you want to?"

"I do-" Obi-Wan answered, not a trace of hesitation in his voice, but all the same, something pulled at him to decline. He didn't understand why Qui-Gon had said 'no' all those years ago, but he did now. "I do" Obi-Wan said again, if only to convince himself.

"Then do it." Anakin shrugged, "You can always change your mind later but if you don't take it now, someone else surely will." He still couldn't place what was bugging his master. For even though his reassurance did just that, something pulled at Obi-Wan, something Anakin couldn't reassure out of him. Which was something new, for Obi-Wan was always okay after the reassurance of others. After his assurance, at least.

Anakin was waiting for Obi-Wan to nod and agree, then to dismiss it and carry on his merry way. But that lying composure never came, only a silence over came. Their silence never bothered either of them, until now that is. Anakin's smile twitched as he realized he didn't make Obi-Wan smile. He always smiled. Anakin realized, perhaps for the first time in his life, that while he thought he was Obi-Wan's happiness, while he knew he was Obi-Wan's smile, that meant nothing. He wasn't making Obi-Wan happy, and that scared him, would he ever make his master happy again? Anakin felt a fear settle in him, he was failing.

They never sat in silence when Obi-Wan was in pieces. When Obi-Wan was covered in open wounds, Anakin's smile gave him the strength to continue his charade. Obi-Wan would laugh and joke while he was falling apart. For many years now, Obi-Wan was always able to stitch himself together, all it took was Anakin's smile. But Obi-Wan never picked up his thread and needle to stitch himself up, he left the wound bleeding and Anakin didn't know how to throw stitch, all he knew was how to smile. So all Anakin could really do, was nothing. So Obi-Wan was going to bleed out,

And there was nothing he could do

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I’m not sure if palpatine killing Plagueis in 32 bby during the phantom menace can still hold up in the new canon, the issue is the dooku Jedi lost audiobook says that dooku left he Jedi 10 years before tpm implying he’s been a sith for 20 years in secret when aotc happens, so I’m not sure how you can have maul,palps,dooku,Plagueis all being sith at the same time, now maul,dooku,palps and maul,Plagueis and palps makes more sense as there’s only one extra Sith Lord/Sith Assassin, but 4 sith?? Nah

Oh shit yeah I forgot about that 💀 Dave Filoni says Dooku was already an apprentice of sorts for Sidious around the time TPM as well. I always struggle with that though. I feel it should've been Qui-Gon's death that finally turned Dooku.

4 Sith though! Can you imagine

Plagueis: There can only be two...

Sidious: Apprentices?

Plags: What?

Sids: Two apprentices?

Plags: No why would you even think that? It must only be one Master-

Sids: And two apprentices?

Plags: I need to lie down.

#ask #anonymous

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I've been discussing how we would rank the Star Wars Episodes with one of my friends, we watched a film critic's take on it too, I asked my brother and cousin about it and it seems like everyone has a different opinion. My friend really like the sequels, my brother prefers the prequels and my cousin stans the original trilogy.

Eventually I always come back to the conclusion that it's not about actual quality. All three Star Wars trilogies have their ups and downs, strengths and weaknesses. Which of the weaknesses you're happy to bear and which ones you can't stand is personal preference.

The original trilogy often gets more nostalgia points than it probably deserves. Yes, it's cinema history and I kinda love the low-key trashy vibe, the characters are pretty basic yet very iconic, but the pacing. Oh my. I don't mind a little slow burn (Andor did this brilliantly), but there are often spans when for 20 or 30 minutes nothing happens. Then again the important moments often come on so suddenly and happen so fast that it feels almost anticlimactic. And Episode VI? Everybody complained when the sequel trilogy came along and copied Episode IV, but Episode VI does the exact same thing and it's fine?

All in all iconic, loveable movies (especially Episode V), but they do have substantial weaknesses (especially Episode VI).

The prequels are often more appreciated by younger fans, hated on by og trilogy fans and they have a completely different vibe. Less space-magic fairytale, more political intrigue and tragedy. This trilogy has a very low low and a very high high.

Episode I wasn't super exciting, but kinda cute. I love that we meet Anakin so young, Darth Maul is pretty cool in this movie and Qui Gon and Obi Wan's relationship is really touching. Episode II was a dumpster fire. Everything it tried to do was done 10000 times better in Clone Wars. Episode III then was really great again and very emotional. Was Anakin's fall to the dark side a bit sudden, yes. Some of the dialogue is still very cringe worthy. But this is the movie that gives you the real classic tragedy stuff. You're rooting for Anakin, hoping he'll come through when you already know where his story ends.

The sequel trilogy is a tough one and is strongly disliked by all kinds of Star Wars fans, but sometimes I think people are too harsh and unforgiving with it. Episode VII isn't bad, quite good even, the visuals are great (compared to prequel cgi...), it introduces a bunch of new characters really well and those characters are so interesting. I love the main trio so much. It felt in parts very Disney and the plot was copy pasted from Episode IV, but as I said, that's basically what Episode VI did too. It was a solid start, then came the problems.

I didn't mind Finn going of with Rose in Episode VIII all that much. It wasn't really that important to the main plot, but it showed that while the galaxy suffers there's also war profeteers living their best life. Both Rose and Finn have never really known anything but war and suddenly they're confronted with this high society living in luxury at the cost of innocent lives. I also wasn't annoyed with Rey trying to save Ben yet, that came later. Poe's story on the other hand was complete nonsense. Leia's friend (I forgot her name) risked the entire rebellion because? She wanted to teach Poe a lesson about patience? And Luke would never, ever, not for a moment raise his lightsaber against a sleeping child. Again, the visuals were great. That last battle with the red and white landscape looked amazing. There are worse Star Wars movies.

Episode IX is where it completely fell apart. Somehow Palpatine returned. Rey is his granddaughter. After not only having killed his father, having tortured Rey and friends and having declared himself the new supreme leader of the galaxy, Rey is still trying to save Kylo? Kylo made his fucking choice. Several times actually. The last hour or so it felt like watching a pingpong match. "Oh, Palpatine returns, but Rey is on her way! Oh, he has a fleet. Don't worry, the rebels are coming! But there's too few of them! Nevermind, they got backup. But Rey is still losing against Palpatine! But what is that? Kylo Ren with a steel chair!" It was like a drawn out back-forth-back-forth which then climaxed in Kylo Ren kissing Rey back to life? I think the only way to enjoy this movie is to be a Kylo Ren fan. Which I am not. So yeah, I can't say anything good about Episode IX. Except the trio looked hot. Not even Episode II sucked this hard.

This rant got out of hand, but oh well. My point stands. All three trilogies have at least one rather strong movie and one not all that great, pretty bad actually movie. Og has pacing trouble, prequel has dialogue cringe, sequel lost the plot halfway through. At least my friend, brother, cousin, the film critic and I all agreed that Rogue One is an unexpected masterpiece and that the worst Star Wars movie of all was Solo.

#star wars #sequel trilogy #prequel trilogy #original trilogy #me stuff #i'm still so salty about episode IX #you can pry my love for episode III from my cold dead hands though

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