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pandora15 · 5 months
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everyone say thank you to the kenobi series for letting obi-wan get so many hugs :')
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katierosefun · 2 years
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the way the obi-wan kenobi series is quite honestly a fever dream for obi-wan kenobi fans in the best way you’ve got depressed ptsd obi-wan you’ve got obi-wan being an awkward depressed uncle/dad figure you’ve got obi-wan having vague memories of his birth family but ultimately calling the jedi his new family you’ve got obi-wan being a socially awkward bc see: trauma you’ve got obi-wan being cute with his lil’ eopie friend you’ve got obi-wan having nightmares you’ve got obi-wan hallucinating anakin in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere and we’re only halfway through besties 
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junocornkiwi · 1 year
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They're chillin'
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obiwan-needs-a-hug · 2 years
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Some of my favorite Anakin and Obi-wan quotes from sw rots novelization.
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They both need therapy and a lot of hugs
If the had actually knew how to communicate with each other nothing of this would have happened
If you haven't read it yet what are you doing here. Go and read the tragic masterpiece!
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rinn-e · 2 years
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"Anakin."
secret post credit scene
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2dayihaveaheadache · 8 months
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bury me wherever you may find me
Sneak peek into a new Obikin AU, post RotS, hurt Obi-Wan, he definitely needs a hug, VaderWan, Vader redemption
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At this moment, I find myself compelled to write, a cathartic release for the anger and disappointment stirred by the Kenobi series. (It's been over a year, yet the wounds it inflicted on my innermost remain raw, it makes me a tad bit melodramatic and I like fancy words.) Writing has become my attempt, a way to tend to the ache that still lingers, though all I seem to do is make Obi-Wan miserable.
Doesn't help a bit, does it?
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mjpens · 2 years
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Kenobi painting study
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ladysparklefarts · 1 year
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I’ve been working on a fic that I plan to post eventually and to be perfectly honest it’s about the most Mary sue thing I’ve ever written. I have a lot of reasons for writing it, mostly cuz I wanna. But I’ve also been using it as a way to explore certain aspects of myself since it is a self-insert fanfic, in the most literal way possible. It basically explores what I would do if I ended up Isekai’d in Star Wars in the prequels. And yes I do plan on trying to give EVERYONE the happy ending I feel they deserve. I will also be dropping references left and right, introducing au’s that explore reverse circumstances, potential crossovers, and assorted other shenaniganry. I will also put this pre-post warning here. I am also using this to explore and move past certain traumas so please, TAKE CAUTION WHEN READING THIS STORY. I am trying my best to make this a rom-com type series but there will be some very dark moments as I work through my past issues. I have no doubts there will be people unhappy with the story, but I’m sure there will also be people who enjoy it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it thus far. The first however many chapters will be written in a first-person perspective until the main character has conquered her first major hurdle and can see past her own perspective. One of the biggest parts of the story will be the main character’s relationship with Anakin as he represents a lot of the issues I have dealt with, be it how i see myself or how certain toxic relationships have affected me. By giving him a happy ending and developing his character a certain way i hope to be able to work through those issues one situation at a time. So yeah, its gonna be me marysueing it up across the galaxy, fixing my brain, making good people happy, and wrecking the bad ones through hijinks and shenanigans. 
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fic-ive-read · 1 year
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Link To The Fic
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Sometimes I remember that Obi-Wan Kenobi literally never got to just be a person who existed happily and-
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cunning-and-cool · 2 years
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if i was gonna write a star wars time travel au I'd want a weird mishmash of timelines with nobody knowing there are other time travelers. They all wake up, like, three years after The Phantom Menace.
Obi-Wan goes back in time, but it's like, six years after the Empire started and he's spent six years being depressed and drunk and so he thinks he's dreaming, but just, goes along with it because it's a nice dream.
Anakin gets sent back in time but it's like, right before the clone wars start. And I mean like, he just wanted his mother die three-ish hours ago and is currently on his way the rescue Obi-Wan. He knows next to nothing about anything, but he does know he needs to get to Tatooine.
Fucking, Mace Windu gets thrown back in time right as he's actively falling out a window. He wakes up and tries to convince himself it was a really fucked up dream, but fails miserably and has to sit down and have a full on panic attack before he can do anything because what. He literally has zero context for anything that happened to him in the last two hours.
I think it'd be funny if Rex and Ahsoka also got thrown back in time, and unlike everybody else they got thrown back from the same time, which is right before the Battle of Endor. Like, an hour before. Ahsoka is like, maybe eight years old and Rex is biologically six and stuck on Kamino. Both are widely unhappy with this turn of events.
So you have a group of people who all have varying levels of knowledge, mental states, and are in a place to do something. The most knowledge people are actual babies and a man who is convinced he's dreaming and will not hear otherwise. And every single one of them knows Anakin Skywalker falls to the dark side except Anakin Skywalker himself.
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buckyssexcmetalarm · 2 years
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Don't you dare look at me right now we heard Anakin's voice again and Obi-Wan got to see his face and just everything I'm truly about to scream
Anakin's furious and desperate screams for Obi-Wan as he walks away in tears just I collapsed
And QUI-GON fuck fuck
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musewrangler · 2 years
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/39279573
Even as he shuddered and battled against the connection he’d long thought dead, she moved to his side and gently raised a hand to his cheek.
“You’re crying,” she said softly.
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thekenobee · 2 years
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Time is a social construct pt. 7
Mandalorian Time Travel AU
Summary: Din is trying his best, ok? But between trying to find a teacher for his magic kid and learning there were other Mandalorians who follow a different creed, Din is very confused and lost. So when he ends up on a plant that his HUD says is Manda’yaim and encounters two teens on the run from a group of dar’mandas called Death Watch, Din figures he way as well help them. He never meant to adopt them. Or become Mand’alor.
Note:  This chapter is shorter than I prefer, but I like the ending point, so we're just going to go with it.  
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            Din hated how much sense it made. He hated how the various puzzle pieces swirling in his head were slotting together to create a picture. Din thinks he preferred the jumbled mess to the final picture.
         Because time travel? It’s kriffing ridiculous. Impossible even. But Obi-wan had said it with such conviction, and it made sense.
         “Osik.”
         Obi-wan let out a laugh that was uncomfortably close to a hysteric sob. Din, without thinking, stepped closer and pulled the kid into a hug, making sure Obi-wan’s head didn’t hit his chest plate too hard. Obi-wan let out a full sob this time, turning to hide his face in Din’s neck.
         “They’re all dead,” Obi-wan managed between sobs and hiccups. “And I- I-“
         “Shh, ad’ika,” Din murmured, stroking Obi-wan’s hair. “The future is not your fault.”
         “No!” Obi-wan cried, burrowing deeper into Din’s embrace. “I saw! I saw- I wasn’t there in time- I couldn’t save them-“
         Din was beginning to suspect that Obi-wan had a close relationship with the Jedi. He was also beginning to suspect that those lightsabers weren’t just a rare weapon that Din had only seen twice.
         But none of that mattered now, not when Obi-wan was still crying in his arms. Din slowly rocked the two of them side to side as he muttered old Mandalorian songs to Obi-wan. The ad’ika was gripping the edges of Din’s chest plate so tight his knuckles had turned white.
         There was a soft whoosh of a door opening, nearly inaudible over Obi-wan crying. A concerned Satine and Grogu were standing in the doorway, and Grogu’s ears drooped low. Grogu, from his place in Satine’s arms, held out a hand and opened and closed it in Obi-wan’s direction, letting out a pitiful whine.
         Obi-wan inhaled deeply, cutting off his next cry, and peak his head up from Din’s shoulder. Din didn’t know if some type of Force communication happened, but when Obi-wan saw Grogu, the teen sobbed again. Satine, becoming frantic in her worry, rushed over with Grogu. Immediately, Grogu pulled himself onto Obi-wan's lap, smushed between the teen and Din. Obi-wan’s arms wrapped around the child, hunched over as if trying to protect Grogu from the world.
         “I’m sorry, ni ceta, I’m so sorry,” Obi-wan let out a stream of muttered apologies, still rocking slightly in Din’s arms even after the man had gone still.
         Satine was looking between Din and Obi-wan, concern showing with a hint of suspicion. Din wanted to reassure her that Obi-wan was fine and that Din hadn’t done anything to him. But that wasn’t exactly the truth, was it?
         So Din settled for saying, “It’s hard to explain.”
         Satine didn’t like that explanation, but she still rested a hand on Obi-wan’s shoulder. Obi-wan had opened his eyes and was staring into Grogu’s. He wasn’t sobbing anymore, but tears were still running down his face.
         “I’m so sorry that you-“ Obi-wan hiccuped. Grogu cooed and rested on clawed hand on Obi-wan’s cheek. They must’ve been communicating mentally again because Obi-wan shook his head. “No, no, I’m not- I’m no hero- I couldn’t-“
         “Patu!” Grogu huffed and turned to stare at Din demandingly. The kid’s expression practically screamed, ‘do something about this!’
         Din was never good at denying his ad’ika anything, so he brought a hand up to rest on the back of Obi-wan’s head. “Hey, there’s nothing we can do about it right now, ok? Let’s get some water and food in you first, then we can, uh, figure things out.”
         Obi-wan sniffed and used his shoulder to try and wipe away the tears still on his face. He wasn’t actively crying anymore, but he still looked one wrong move away from bursting into tears.
         “Obi-wan, what happened?” Satine asked gently, reaching a hand out slowly to wipe away the tears Obi-wan missed.
         “I-uh-“
         “Apparently, Grogu and I are from the future,” Din said after Obi-wan struggled to get the words out. “It’s, well, it’s not been great for some time.”
         It was vague, but Satine still looked incredibly shocked. She looked between Din and Grogu as if trying to process the fact that the two beings in front of her were, chronologically, younger than her. Admittedly, it hurt Din’s head to think about it too much, and he already had practice with having a son who was older than him.
         Finally, Satine looked at Obi-wan for answers. The boy sniffed and straightened himself. Din let his arms fall but kept a steadying hand on Obi-wan’s back. “I had a vision- and uh, I saw, well, it was so bad-“
         When Obi-wan’s breath hitched, Satine cut him off. “It’s ok. You don’t have to describe it right now. I think Din’s idea of food and water is good, yeah?”
         Grogu exclaimed, “Baa!” settling the issue.
         Obi-wan stood up slowly, still cradling Grogu in his arms as if the kid was the only thing keeping him tethered to the ground. Din kept a hand on Obi-wan’s back until the kid stepped out of reach. Satine took over, holding onto one of Obi-wan’s arms as she led him back into the living room. Din took a moment to himself and took a depth breath.
         So, time travel. Clearly, they were in a time before Mandalore had been glassed and before the Jedi had been killed. Din didn’t know yet if the Clone Wars were currently happening or if they were even further back. Satine hadn’t really reacted to Din’s mention of the droid army, but that could also have been because it was buried in his mini-trauma dump. Grogu seemed to recognize Obi-wan from around the time of the Jedi Purge, so they’re probably not much over 80 years at maximum if Obi-wan was at an old age for a human at the time.
         Din’s best bet would be to figure out the year (and hoped he still remembered how to do the year conversions, which has been one of the biggest pains in the past few years). But, Din was worried that revealing how many years until the Purge happens would only send Obi-wan into another panic. From what Din could tell, the kid would take full responsibility for trying to stop it. Which, obviously, Din wasn’t going to let happen.
         Din allowed himself a single groan. All he had wanted was to get his kid safe; how the hells did he end up on the mission to save the Jedi from their massacre? He was a bounty hunter, for kriff’s sake. One who hadn’t even known Jedi were a thing until a few months ago. The Manda, the Force, or whatever, must’ve been laughing at him. Or incredibly desperate.
         Satine appeared in the doorway, eyes narrowed. Din resigned himself to an interrogation. He was kind of curious how a pacifist would pull that off.
         “Me’bana?” Satine demanded. Din let himself have a moment of victory at the girl using Mando’a. “The future? How do you expect me to believe that?”
         Din shrugged and decided to sit on the stool Obi-wan had been sitting on. “Obi-wan and I were, uh, discussing Jedi, and it turns out they’re still alive now.”
         “What?”
         “In my time, almost every Jedi was killed nearly 30 years ago*. They called it the Purge.” Din said, watching the devastating and understanding cross Satine’s face. “Obi-wan is a Jedi.”
         It wasn’t a question- it was the only explanation that Din could come up with for Obi-wan's reaction to the news. And he could use the Force and had a sword. As Din understood, those were the main qualifications to be a Jedi.
         Still, Satine nodded in confirmation. “Yes, he is, um, on a mission-“
         “To protect you from Death Watch,” Din filled in. Satine nodded again, and Din filed away his questions about why she was important enough for Death Watch to want to kill for later. “But, yes. The Jedi are dead, and Obi-wan didn’t take it well, and-“
         Din cut himself off with a shrug and a gesture to the living room. Satine looked back for a moment before focusing on Din again. “And Grogu?”
         “From what I know,” Din said softly, “He was smuggled out of the temple in the midst of it.”
         Satine gasped in horror. “So he saw….” Din nodded grimly. “Oh, the poor thing.”
         Din let her sit with her thoughts. He couldn’t hear any crying, so he was ok with staying where he was for a few more minutes. After a minute, Satine asked, “And Mandalore? What’s been going on?”
         Din winced, expression hidden by his helmet. “As far as I know, not much.”
         “So the New Mandalorian leadership worked?” Satine asked hopefully.
         “Mandalore was glassed- bombed to the point of uninhabited. Most Mandalorians were killed. I can only assume that included the New Mandalorians.”
         “Oh.” Satine deflated. “Who did it?”
         “The Empire,” Din responded before realizing that was a whole other conversation. “But that’s a long story that Obi-wan should hear.”
         Satine huffed but agreed. “Ok. But not right now.”    
         “Definitely not,” Din agreed. It was a bit funny. Obi-wan was apparently the topic that two vastly different Mandalorians could agree on.
         When they re-entered the main room, Obi-wan was curled up on the couch, Grogu resting back on his leg that were tucked up. There were two empty wrappers and a water pouch on the table. Obi-wan was muttering something to Grogu, a small smile on his face.
         Grogu interrupted whatever Obi-wan was saying with a squeal when Din walked in. Obi-wan gave Din a small, awkward smile.
         “Hi. I was just telling him some stories about my childhood and friends.”
         Din hummed and took a seat at the dining table. Satine sat on the opposite end of the couch from Obi-wan, pulling her feet up too. “Mind sharing? I’d like to hear about growing up in a Jedi Temple.”
         Obi-wan froze for a second before chuckling sheepishly. “Ah. You figured that out.”
         “Yes,” Din said. “You don’t have to share if you don’t want.”
         “No, no, I don’t mind,” Obi-wan assured. “Maybe you can also share some stories?”
         Din chuckled at the hidden interest in Obi-wan’s voice. “Sure.”
         “Satine?”
         “Of course,” Satine said. “But I’m not sure how they match up.”
         And so they swapped stories for the afternoon, Din taking the time to do a maintenance check on his weapons and armor. They should have been looking for supplies, places to go, and making plans. But, as Din watched Satine and Obi-wan laugh over stories of childhood pranks gone wrong, Din couldn’t bring himself to say anything. The teens were relaxed, and Grogu adored the attention. Who was Din to take away a moment of relaxation and security? He would happily keep watch and entertain with humorous stories about learning to be a beroya.
         They deserved it, especially if their soon-coming conversations would be as emotional as Din predicted.
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Mando'a translations:
Mando'a translations: osik-shit ni ceta- sorry (lit: I kneel) groveling apology Me'bana- What happened?
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bugbugboy · 2 years
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𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎
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