#that quinlan is neat too

[radiosummons]

There is no doubt in my mind that I am most definitely not the first person to bring this up, but after doing a quick rewatch of Hunt for Ziro (TCW, S3 EP9) I can't help but feel ... just kinda disappointed.

Granted, when I first saw this episode I had no idea who Quinlan was or what his relationship to Obi-Wan was other than he was a fellow Jedi Master who Obi-Wan considered a "bit much" (which is extremely rich coming from Obi-Wan, cause HELLO!!!).

But now knowing what I do know about Quinlan, my god, I can't help but sorta feel like they did him just the tiniest bit dirty. The episode by no means takes away my enjoyment of the character or the show, but I wish they had given him more.

I will say that there are a LOT of things I do love about this episode. For starters, the little exchange between Obi-Wan and Cody at the start of the episode is absolute gold to me. Considering that only does Obi-Wan not waste the opportunity to complain about his childhood friend, but that even Cody is already aware of Quinlan's reputation is a great way to introduce the audience to what kind of person this new Jedi is.

(My little headcanon is that Cody knows about Quinlan due to Obi-Wan going on several mini rants from his General about his "troublesome" Jedi friend, but I'd also just accept the idea that Quinlan is just that fucking infamous in the GAR lol).

It's barely even been a full minute and we already know several things about Quinlan. 1) He has a reputation for being "extra," or at the very least according to Obi-Wan's standards (which, again, fucking WILD), 2) The fact that he's late for a mission and Obi-Wan isn't the least bit surprised tells us this is pretty much the norm for him, and 3) Even the clones are aware of who Quinlan is and what kind of Jedi he is.

The scene then continues with Quinlan finally showing up for his joint mission with Obi-Wan. But because Quinlan is Quinlan, instead of just waiting for the gunship to land, the motherfucker takes the opportunity to dramatically leap and land onto the platform.

Just ... absolute perfection with this character already.

Also, the fact that he follows up said dramatic entrance by taking the time to greet Cody just automatically wins him more points in my book. I love that the TCW writers made a point to show that Quinlan despite being an "odd Jedi," also sees the clones as people. His very friendly and nonchalant way of greeting Cody could also imply--although I'm not sure this is accurate or not--that he's either 1) Already met Cody or 2) Knows about Cody (possibly through Obi-Wan) and possibly already considers him a friend, if not someone he could become friends with.

I don't even mind The Big Lebowski reference inserted into Quinlan's introduction when he nonchalantly brushes off Obi-Wan's obvious annoyance at being made to wait.

Honestly, it's kind of iconic to see someone rebuff Obi-Wan's charm with a simple "Well ... that's just your opinion, man." And knowing what I do know now about them both growing up together, it is absolutely hilarious to see Obi-Wan just silently take that response. Because he knows Quinlan, and he knows his sense of humor. So instead of trying to come up with something witty back as he usually would do with anyone else, Obi-Wan just has to quietly glare at him and refuse to rise to the bait.

The transition from Quinlan's nonchalantless to business and then back again is also fun to watch. Even while Obi-Wan is trying to direct the conversation to solely focus on their mission's purpose, Quinlan is helpfully and not so helpfully sharing what extra bit of intel he has. It's very clear that he's comfortable with Obi-Wan, in that he can slip in a bit of playfulness into what is a very serious conversation but also still keep focus. It's also fun to see Obi-Wan sort of at ease with Quinlan's way of communicating, considering he's had years of living and working alongside Quinlan.

It doesn't stop him from being exasperated at his friend's antics, though. Which is charming in itself to see. Especially when Quinlan offers Obi-Wan to be his copilot, and Obi-Wan easily resigns himself to his fate.

Anyway, I do love that the majority of the episode is an omage to Indiana Jones movies (namely, Temple of Doom), but also to gangster and crime thriller films. Which was absolutely a perfect choice for Quinlan considering that his experiences as a Shadow involved a great deal of missions infiltrating criminal undergrounds and the like.

And the grey morality that is often presence in those types of films is a great compliment to Quinlan, as he while he's still a Jedi, he doesn't hold as strictly to the etiquette and more "refined" tactics of his fellow Jedi. It's also just a nice reference to his own struggles with the Dark Side. And pairing him up with Obi-Wan--his close friend and the one responsible for helping him return to the Light--is just the perfect sort of complimentary team format that is to be expected with those films.

Also this moment:

**A totally not accurate, but very accurate summary of events**

Quinlan: KRIFF THIS DOOR!!!

Obi-Wan: Quin, you can't just barge into people's houses-

Quinlan: Sure I can. I just did.

Fucking iconic.

(As a quick side note, I do love that they took a moment to show off Quinlan's psychometry abilities. Just A+ work right there).

I do also understand that the budget was very limited for TCW (considering that they held off until S3 to debut Quinlan due to the costs of creating yet another character model) and I am very grateful that they were able to give him his own episode. But I can't help wishing we had a little more.

Especially towards the end of the episode. Quinlan just sort of goes completely mute. It is fantastic to see him fight Cad Bane (considering bounty hunters with Cad Bane's skills would be right up Quinlan's alley) and watching him investigate alongside Obi-Wan is also a lot of fun to watch. But it is odd for their banter to just sort of peter off to the point that Obi-Wan is pretty much the only person speaking for the majority of the episode's run time.

The moment where Obi-Wan and Quinlan are hanging from the cliff really sticks out to me the most in this episode. When Obi-Wan says to him "I never did enjoy hanging out with you"--while very funny and a nice reference to their friendship--I can't help but being the tiniest bit disappointed that Quinlan doesn't respond with more than a small smug smile. Granted, the fact he just smiles is funny. But Idk. I'm aware I'm just nitpicking at this point, but I would have loved to hear any sort of verbal response from Quinlan to that, no matter how minor.

I don't know if the budget was extra limited due to Quinlan's new character model being added to the episode, if Quinlan's voice actor just wasn't available to read anymore lines, what production problems may have arisen while creating the episode, or if the script simply just didn't have any other speaking lines for Quinlan. But, uh, yeah. I would have loved just a little something more from him.

Because prior to me finding out more about Quinlan over the years, my initial impression was that Quinlan and Obi-Wan were more colleagues than actual childhood friends. And not just childhood friends, but friends who had a very complicated but overall very sweet friendship despite the hardships they shared.

And I just think that's sort of a shame.

Yes, his character model does appear again in a later TCW episode (Destiny, S6, EP12), but only as a character model/easter egg. And while it did touch me that the Kenobi Show confirmed that Quinlan had survived Order 66 (yes, I did cry when that reveal happened, shut up), I still would find myself wishing we had more on screen Quinlan Vos content.

Just because Quinlan really is an amazing character and I absolutely adore his relationship with Obi-Wan and his padawan, Aayla Secura. He's genuinely a fascinating character to read about in the comics and even more so for the fact that his struggles with the Dark Side did not prevent him from continuing to be a good person.

I think what I just want more than anything is for more people to be exposed to how great Quinlan is. I'm not expecting a Quinlan centric show to up anytime in the future and I don't expect people to go out of their way to read the comics and books about yet another SW character. I just wish more people knew what a fantastic character he is. Especially his wonderful relationships with Obi-Wan and Aayla.

Tldr: I just want people to know how great Quinlan is. Also, give me baby Quinlan and Obi-Wan being the absolute chaos gremlins they are!!! Also, just more Quinlan content in general. I would love that :3

#star wars meta #quinlan vos #quinlan #tcw #the clone wars #hunt for ziro #obi wan kenobi #tcw obi wan #aayla secura #this is a longer post than my usual #but i just think he's neat #and i want more people to know #that quinlan is neat too #edited this post to include the keep reading option #just so people wouldn't have to scroll through #this admittedly quite long post #tumblr is eating my formatting #idk i'll figure it out later

[blackkatmagic]

If you're still doing the ask meme, 2, 12, and 15 for Cody?

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

His roundhouse kicks! Cody is confirmed canon madman, totally willing to fight metal death machines hand to hand, and I think that says so much about his personality, particularly when a large swath of fandom has this image of him as a very uptight, staid commander always getting grey hairs from Obi-Wan's everything.

12. What’s a headcanon you have for this character?

He's a Vos fanboy! This too gives Obi-Wan ulcers, but I like to think that Cody's enthusiasm about meeting Quinlan is genuine, and the fact that Quinlan swan-dives out of a transport in midair to meet them only reinforces his starry eyes over meeting a general who's very, very similar to him.

15. What’s your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn’t matter if it’s canon or not.)

Oh god. Um. It changes fairly frequently because I can never pick just one ship. At this precise moment, though, it's probably Cody/Maul. I just think they'd have a neat dynamic and inflict lots of collateral damage on all of Palpatine's plans.

#kat answers

[lightfaithed]

@hxdrostorm asked: 

Blab: Three secrets I’m keeping.

Mwah: Three people I’d like to kiss.

Similar: Three members of the same sex I find attractive.

“I have very few secrets. One of them is that I enjoy collecting souveniers from the planets I visit. I know a Jedi is not supposed to give objects too much importance but I think they serve as a neat reminder.”

“This includes platonic kisses, yes? I’d like to kiss Anakin and Ahsoka, and Dex could use a kiss to his cheek too.”

“Quinlan is a gorgeous man, as is Cody. And then there’s Bail of course. Three men I truly find very attractive.”

#hxdrostorm #headcanon

[oathena11-writes]

Thursday thoughts

I want to try to just talk about hcs and AU ideas I have on Thursdays so here's some thoughts circling through my head. Okay, okay, it's technically no longer Thursday because I took too long thinking about this.

I really like the idea of Quinlan Vos as a healer. It really feels like part of the reason he is a shadow, though I'm not sure canon even confirms he's a shadow, is just because his psychometry is good for investigations. 

So, he's kind of just shoehorned into one position. But psychometry could be useful in other areas as well, especially since clues tend to be necessary in many different situations. 

I like fiddling with different careers for Quinlan as a result. And lately... healing is appealing. 

He would be a good healer, I think. He cares about people, even if he has a strange way of sharing it.

His psychometry would help him determine problems faster than most. And how much pain the patient is in, even if that could come with the problems of feeling the pain himself and having to work through that.

Quinlan would have to have an high pain tolerance. Which he probably does.

He would be one of the healers that goes out in the field, possibly working with search and rescue, so that he can help the most people possible. He'd still have the same lightsaber skills (he's friends with Obi-Wan, he's not going to neglect that), and this changes nothing about his personality, except maybe he's a bit more professional when on the job because professional tends to sooth patients better.

Which means that people meet Quinlan in a context other than healing and think that maybe he's not a good Jedi at all, maybe they think he's just a general generic Jedi who's not important. Regardless, they don't think much of him, and don't think hard about what kind of Jedi he is. 

Then it turns out he's a healer and a good one at that. Focused and exactly the sort of person you'd trust your life to, even if his actual personality is a bit over the top and he seems to not take anything seriously. This is not what anyone is expecting. 

I don't know. I just think the idea of Healer Quinlan Vos constantly surprising everyone is neat. Especially since we all know he would love all the confusion.

#Athena's Thursday thoughts #quinlan vos #star wars #healer Quinlan Vos #I just think he's neat #also fun hc are fun #not sure what my point even was #quinlan is just my fave #and I want all the fun things for him

[phoenixyfriend]

Hondo Saves the Galaxy

I have a VERY stupid fix-it idea

So you know that one scene in Leverage where Parker just picks pockets on reflex while passing some dudes with guns in the rehab facility?

And you know how Hondo (or someone on his crew, but let's say Hondo) somehow nicked Dooku's lightsaber without him noticing?

Right, so.

I want Hondo to brush past Palpatine during a chance encounter, attempt to pick his pocket for whatever rich politicians have on them, whether credits or expensive communicators or data chips with highly sensitive information, and instead grabs Palpatine's sabers.

And walks a few steps, then looks down at his hands and realizes that this is NOT what he intended to steal, but significantly worse news, and the Chancellor didn't notice, which is... uh...

Huh.

"Kenobi, my old friend!" "It's four in the-- where did you get this number?" "Little details, little details, you need not worry, for Hondo has some very important questions!" "If they aren't important, I'm arresting you myself." "To be sure! I would, after all, only submit to one as--" "OHNAKA." "Is the Chancellor allowed to have lightsabers?" "What." "I just lifted two of these fiddly little laser swords off of him. Maybe they're antiques, but I thought I should ask my favorite je--" "Where are you? I'm coming and I'm bringing a friend and if this is a setup, Anakin's coming after me and you KNOW he doesn't bluff." "I'll take that as a 'no, my amazing and most talented friend, captain Hondo Ohnaka, Prince of Pirates, the Chancellor should not have laser swords.'" "For pity's sake, Ohnaka, YOU'RE GOING TO DIE. RUN."

Hondo only knows a few Jedi but one of them is KENOBI, so.

Also the vibe here is very... this video.

The friend is Quinlan, since they're both on planet for plot reasons and psychometry's a neat shortcut to confirming what the FUCK is up with these sabers.

Obi-Wan's just like THERE ARE NO GOOD REASONS FOR HIM TO HAVE THOSE WITHOUT THE JEDI COUNCIL KNOWING, GET OUT OF THERE.

@lizasweetling suggested:

what if Hondo went to a political mixer? they're supposed to be open to people with connections, but hondo is not really who they meant

so he's got like 9 lbs of politician pocket brick a brak and also 2 lazer swords he got those and thought to himself Whelp, that is officially where I stop pushing my luck and left to phone a friend* * friend here meaning Obi Wan

Which I love.

Anyway.

OBI-WAN DOESN'T HAVE TO HUNT DOWN QUINLAN BECAUSE THEY WERE SHARING A BED. Platonic or romantic, don't care, the comm was loud and obnoxious and woke up Quinlan too.

Liza:

they were cuddling, sleeping so tired from everything in their lives being frought now Kenobi deserves to make death threats for disrupted sleep right now

Also Hondo got himself squirreled away in the hour or so between Stealing A Saber and Calling Kenobi. He's is going to get so many pardons for discovering this, after the mess is cleaned up. Savior of the galaxy! A new title to add to his collection!

Dooku and Palpatine in adjoining cells and Dooku just snidely commenting that it's not so easy to avoid that pirate's sticky fingers, now is it.

I also like the idea of Obi-Wan calling Anakin, also upset at being woken up, with "got a lead on the Sith Lord but it's coming from Ohnaka, I'm bringing Quinlan a backup. If this is a trap, come wreck shop to get me out."

But more polite, of course

Anakin's upset that HE isn't backup, and there's bitching about how Anakin isn't even AT THE TEMPLE and this is time-sensitive, so he's backup-backup, since Quinlan was closer and they need his psychometry anyway.

Why did you wake him up if it's not to COME WITH YOU on the stabbing mission. (Because it's not a stabbing mission, Anakin.) (It's not a stabbing mission yet.)

They don't mention to Anakin that it's about Palpatine, and that's part of why he's not invited. It's technically secondary to "Quinlan was right there and I need his hands anyway" but only barely.

This leads into Obi-Wan having to introduce Hondo to the entire council when explaining how he got this information, and defending his trust of that info with "Master Vos corroborated it!"

Part of the issue, of course, is that the Temple is an information/logistics hub for the war effort, and bringing in any kind of visitor is a security nightmare, but especially someone like Hondo.

Hondo offers to wear handcuffs but only if Obi-Wan leads him in [Flirting]

Obi-Wan wants Quinlan to jump in with "hands off my man" but Quinlan's too busy laughing at him in a pained attempt to distract himself from the Awful News

Liza again:

on the bright side: they get through this fast enough, it's entirely possible the counsil could confront Palps when he doesn't have semi secret weaponry Quinlan is finding everything funny right now he's coping pretty well all considered

"Did you remember to tell Anakin he doesn't need to come rescue you?" "I sent Ahsoka with instructions to drag him to Dex's." "Shouldn't be be here? He's one of our most skilled dueli--" "Palpatine." "...quite."

Anyway I'm going to clean this up and get it posted as a proper one-shot at some point, probably.

#Hondo Ohnaka #Obi Wan Kenobi #Quinlan Vos #QuinObi #Anakin Skywalker #Sheev Palpatine #Darth Sidious #Dooku #Count Dooku #Yan Dooku #star wars #the clone wars #Phoenix Posts #Sticky Fingers AU #500 notes

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

do you think the jedi prohibit 'frivolous uses of the force'?? because i see it a lot in fic but i swear i distinctly remember obi-wan using the force to pull a literal chair over lmfao

Yoooo, I've been wanting to write a post about that for like a week xD Okay, so here's the thing: I started answering this one, confident that I knew where the use of the word 'frivolous' came from - but it turned out that I was wrong, so I'm actually a bit baffled about its origin. But here goes:

(@cacodaemonia I know you were interested in this topic?)

No, I don't think the Jedi prohibit that. I don't think the Jedi even have 'frivolous' use of the Force as a concept. The idea that they prohibit it, or at least frown upon it, is very likely rooted in the AotC scene of Anakin levitating a piece of fruit.

Wookieepedia cites that scene and that scene only on the topic of frivolousness in the page on Telekinesis.

But the word frivolous isn't used in that scene! Who came up with it? Obi-Wan being grumpy about Anakin levitating the fruit could mean just about anything. Maybe Jedi frown upon showing off in front of a diplomat you're meant to be protecting in a professional way. Maybe Obi-Wan and only Obi-Wan disapproves of Anakin levitating stuff because he kept doing it around the apartment as a kid, just to be a little shit. Maybe Jedi frown upon playing with your food with the Force, which wouldn't necessarily be linked with it being 'frivolous' but just with 'don't be gross.'

Now I thought it came from the novelization using that specific word, but it doesn't! The novelization is based on the original script as opposed to the dialogue in the movie (it actually came out before the movie, so that's why) and the scene is longer in them both and seems to confirm what I said about how it could mean a lot of other things (because he isn't just levitating it originally, he's playing with it):

(novelization)

PADME: You did that? [ANAKIN looks up - wide-eyed innocence.] ANAKIN: What? [PADME scowls at him. PADME jabs at the fruit - ANAKIN subtly moves his hand and it lifts up from the plate and hovers in front of her.] PADME: That! Now stop it! [PADME laughs. ANAKIN laughs. She reaches out for the fruit - it loops.] PADME (continuing): Anakin!! [ANAKIN moves his fingers. The fruit flies into his hand.] ANAKIN: I'm not really supposed to do that... for fun, I mean. If Master Obi-Wan were here, he'd be very grumpy. [ANAKIN is pleased. He cuts the fruint (sic) into several pieces and sends one back to PADME. She bites it out of the air and laughs.]

(script)

Even taking Anakin at face value, this does not say there is an Order-wide ban on 'frivolous' uses of the Force. Again, maybe Force-assisted food shenanigans are frowned upon. Maybe Anakin isn't supposed to mess with people with the Force for fun. Maybe it's just Anakin assuming, as he sometimes does.

I think 'frivolous' might come from one of the EU books - it's not from No Prisoners (the Karen Travis TCW book) though, so I have no idea who might have used it in that context first??

Anyway, the issue in fic is that 'frivolous' is often confused with 'casual.' Hence the Obi-Wan thing imo.

One, 'frivolous' is judgy - it gives it a sense of sin, something that the Jedi... don't seem to have that much of a concept of? Dressing 'immodestly' isn't condemned, for example. I don't see the Order as a whole (there are sticks in the mud everywhere) having a thing against a concept as vague as 'frivolousness.' I mean... Yoda? His whole idea of fun is to mess with people and cackle, and his teaching methods include massive trolling, teasing the grown-up Masters with his gaggle of kiddos and whatnot. You cannot tell me Yoda never tugged on somebody's cloak to make them trip.

Two, frivolous and casual aren't the same thing. Obi-Wan pulling the chair falls into the casual use category imo - and yes, we do see him and others do this kind of casual stuff many times! (Off the top of my head: Obi-Wan grabs the map-ball thingy from the map-reader in AotC - in front of younglings, so there's no fear of a bad example being set - Yoda calls his stick to his hand in AotC, Obi-Wan pulls a chair in TCW s2, Jedi call their lightsabers to them all the time - though it's usually in combat settings, so it doesn't necessarily count, Obi-Wan closes a door in AotC - I think Ewan was the one who thought it'd be neat to do it? Idk...)

And I don't agree that "it goes to show their hypocrisy" or whatever. What, because we assume that's what Anakin meant in the AotC scene and because we assume it's 100% an Order-wide thing, and we assume that the Jedi would view using the Force for daily tasks as frivolous, then every single instance of Jedi using the Force for simple every day stuff is hypocritical?! Even though floating freaking fruit around somebody's head and pulling up a chair are absolutely not the same thing? The latter is something you would do no matter whether you use the Force or not - pulling a chair is a normal thing to do. Playing with fruit around someone is a rude thing to do. There's a difference whether or not 'frivolous' stuff is frowned upon.

And also, using the Force is a natural thing. The Jedi do it like they breathe - it's all around them and they're aware of it constantly, and it's not always something they can turn on or off. It's natural that they would use it for daily stuff, and the level of respect that comes attached with using it would necessarily vary from one Jedi to the other. Just look at Quinlan. What, jumping out of a gunship to make an entrance isn't frivolous? Well, Quinlan is a Master, so his views on it are just as valid - just as Jedi - as anybody else's. (Plus Obi-Wan - the Council Member - gives him grief for being late, not for just for being ridiculous, so again - rudeness.)

I can see some Masters being against using the Force with carelessness - and yeah, I can also see some Masters being against using it in a 'fun' way - because you have to be careful with that stuff, but it probably would generate debate. There wouldn't be a definite consensus on what is too much and what isn't.

If "the Jedi all frown upon casually using the Force" is something that Lucas intended to convey in the movie, please correct me and give me a source.

Though it is also entirely possible that Obi-Wan was meant to be a bit hypocritical about it - because he and Anakin have their tensions, and as somewhat of a parental figure it's only natural that he would scold Anakin for stuff that isn't that big of deal, or that he himself has done, because that's what every person who's ever been in charge of a younger person has done at some point. So sure, maybe Obi-Wan scolded Anakin for being too casual with the Force? But I still don't see it as a Big Rule that is in the Jedi Code That Must Not Be Violated and that get you Shamed and Shunned if you dare to have fun with the Force.

(Honestly, it reminds me of 'your Lightsaber is your Life' thing, and Ahsoka and Anakin both separately whining that their Master was going to kill them for losing/breaking theirs. There's a certain level or respect and care expected, the Masters (or... only Obi-Wan and Anakin, lol) nag a bit, aren't always careful enough themselves, the kids make a big deal out of it in front of other people, but ultimately there are zero repercussion whatsoever for actually failing to follow the Master's nagging. Like, Jocasta tells Ahsoka Anakin would totally understand, and it's Ahsoka who insists he wouldn't and makes it into a big thing.)

Again, having Masters tell their students to be respectful of the Force and not to treat it like a joke? Sure. Showing off with the Force in a rude manner being called 'frivolous,' and it being a bad thing? I could see it. Having Masters get pissy about pulling chairs, closing doors or whatever - about doing things you can do with your hands with the Force instead? Maybe, but it wouldn't be an Order-wide thing.

One thing's for certain, we never see a Master directly scolding a student for using the Force casually in the Prequels, the OT or TCW, much less calling it 'frivolous.'

So yeah, gimme Jedi levitating stuff to clean up under the furniture xD

#anonymous #ask #fanon vs canon #on frivolous uses of the Force #long post #meta #my meta #sw talk #intergalactic therapists #jedi order #jedi culture #anakin skywalker #attack of the clones

[flowerflamestars]

Rules: write the last line (or whatever) from a WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post!

tagged by @missanniewhimsy 

Only fastened up to her waist, punchy, familiar, homey scarlet, sleeves and torso of the kute dragging as Ara propped up her foot and started hiding knives. “As though I’d give Bo-Katan sithfucking Kryze the satisfaction of seeing me in all black. Traitorous, lying-“   Fox had forgotten the tattoos on her ribs. Deceptively delicate, the wing of her collar bones, so pretty, pretty- Ara was strong and dangerous and she looked it, built along more utilitarian lines than the women Coruscanti society seemed obsessed with.   She was absolutely beautiful.   “- connected,” Quinlan’s deep voice murmured, near Fox’s cheek, “No way in hell they’re working together.”   It wasn’t that Fox was used to modesty.   The opposite, if anything. He didn’t give a shit what or how little clothing anyone wore- it wasn’t the tangibly muscled ripple of her stomach, or even the little shimmy elucidating that despite armor, there was, in fact, a neat little knife sheathe hiding in the side seam of the aggressively cropped compression top she was wearing instead of a bra-   It was absolutely, and entirely, the fact that it was happening in front of him.   Easy, trusting.   Strangely foregone motion: Quinlan kissing Fox’s cheek in goodbye- like moving half a foot away merited missing- and snagging up Ara’s hair in both hands to pull it out of her neckline. A flash of grateful smile, Ara’s head tilted back back back, to capture too, Quinlan’s generous mouth.   It was Fox, moving like he was possessed, snapping a vambrace around her raised wrist and freezing.   He didn’t remember- he didn’t fucking remember- but his hands did.

Tagging whoever wants to, babes

#thanks for the tag!! #I am in fact still in star wars hell #the trenches of fraught tenderness NO ONE followed me for #but have some? deliberate armor intimacy #in red and gold these ways of old

[general-kenobi-and-co]

Clone Wars Characters as Youtubers

Non-clone characters for now, I'll have another post for the clones.

Anakin: Has an account for himself where he does parkour and other neat tricks, makes crazy droids and machines and tests them out with Ahsoka, also does 5 Minute Crafts with Ahsoka and they laugh about how terrible they are.

Ahsoka: See "Anakin", but she also has a channel of her own where she does things like acrobatics and teaches them too, every once in a while she vlogs with Padme when they do girly stuff, which is rare but she likes it

Padme: Fashion Youtuber, has the best sense of style, designs and makes her own clothes and styles them perfectly with any outfit, has videos where she tries to teach Anakin how to do fashion things but he never can do it because be has terrible fashion taste (who pairs purple, black, and brown?), vlogs the spa days with Ahsoka and once included Obi-Wan with a facemask on (he was very confused)

Obi-Wan: At first he was doing sarcastic and mildly cynical summaries of ancient legends and classic literature but later he was convinced to also do reactions and commentaries of other videos, every time he hates something in the video he takes a sip of tea, one time he was reacting to Anakin and Ahsoka trying out a machine he made that had the sole purpose of throwing fruit at extremely fast speeds and Obi-Wan drank a sip of tea every five seconds, he eventually paused the video to make more tea and then came back to react some more

Yoda: Just sits down and gives little pearls of wisdom, life advice from a 900 year old being, always gets about 1 million views but only after 2 years do people actually watch it

Mace Windu: Rants about stupid channels, includes Anakin's multiple times

Hondo: Commentary channel that is the worst and cursed, makes things at least 10x worse than they were in the first place, makes terrible jokes and pranks people but like actually good pranks, makes slime as well

Asajj Ventress: Her channel varies in content, sometimes there's her being badass and doing lightsaber tricks, sometimes it's a makeup channel, but no matter what it's always got the badass punk girl vibes

Quinlan Voss: Like Anakin's channel, but he's always trying new extreme sports, last one was surfing and the one before that was hang gliding, lots of trick shots

General Grievous: Just has videos where he hated on certain things, mainly Obi-Wan and Anakin's channels, coughs a lot, people ask him if he's healthy in the comment sections

Anakin, again: In an act of slight revenge against Grievous, he edited all Grievous's videos and made a compilation of him coughing

#star wars #star wars meme #clone wars #ahsoka tano #anakin skywalker #clone wars meme #clone wars memes #star wars headcanons #star wars headcanon #clone wars headcanons #clone wars headcanon #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Anakin Skywalker #Ahsoka Tano #Padme Amidala #yoda

[fanfic-phoenix]

Obitine Week 2021 - Day 6: AU

Rating: General

Word Count: 1261

AU Type: Modern

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After dating for so long, it's time that Satine finally meets Obi-Wan's family. Of course, nothing about this is as simple as it sounds.

Note: this is the first chapter of a fic that will (one day) be part of a Modern AU series posted on AO3.

After a year and a half, Satine felt confident in saying she’d learned Obi-Wan’s habits quite well. He woke at seven each morning - nine on weekends - and fairly crept out of their bedroom, careful not to wake her. He’d meditate, sitting by the window so he could feel the sun, and then make tea to wake her up with. Then, they’d make breakfast together, wash, dress, and finally - provided they didn’t get… distracted - start their day.

She’d learned, too, that he liked fancy teas, but refused to buy any because, once his birthday came, he’d be given enough bags of the stuff that he’d be sick of it six months in. He couldn’t sleep without two pillows - no more, no less - and even if he started out facing the wall on the other side of the bed, by the time he woke he’d be curled around her, an arm flung over her waist. He sang along to the radio whenever it was on, but only if he didn’t realise anyone could hear, and sang along to CDs only when tipsy.

And she’d learned, fairly quickly, that Obi-Wan was a master of worrying.

He had a real talent for overthinking. For running every possible scenario through his head and coming up - every time, without fail - with the worst possible outcomes.

Of course, these things never came to pass. Of course, he’d manage a rueful little smile, pull a slight face, and say something about not working himself up next time-

-and then, inevitably, he’d do it again next time.

It was lucky for him that Satine found it endearing.

All this to say, Satine had her suspicions as to why he had frozen at the front door, hand raised to knock, and suddenly retreated, taking her hand and taking her back down the path, closing the gate carefully behind them.

She smiled sympathetically. “Are you alright?”

“Of course,” he said, far too quickly. “Of course. Of course, I’m alright.”

The dubious look she gave him was well-practised. Yes, it said, I absolutely believe that you’re perfectly alright, and that is no doubt why we ran away from your house.

He winced. “I’m somewhere between our first date and my last exam.”

Obi-Wan had seemed surprisingly put together on their first date - hair neat, clothes smart, smiles genuine - but the first time she’d met his friend Quinlan, he’d immediately informed her that, not ten minutes before leaving to meet her, Obi-Wan had been face-down in a pillow lamenting his life choices. (Obi-Wan had nearly throttled him.)

The last exam he’d taken was the first one since they’d started living together, and Satine had borne witness to the insomnia, the three-in-the-morning tea breaks, the distressingly neat study notes and perfectly straight pens lined on his desk, and the longer-than-usual showers she privately thought might have served to his real breakdowns.

Somewhere between the two was slightly concerning, but better than Satine had expected. She simply squeezed his hand.

“It’ll be fine,” she promised. “I’ll be perfectly behaved.”

He sighed. “It’s not you I’m worried about.”

Still, he managed a smile and squared his shoulders, and they walked hand-in-hand down the path a second time.

The door opened. A scowling, blond, four-year-old stared up at them.

Obi-Wan smiled anxiously. “Hello, Anakin.”

“Obi,” he said sternly. As he folded his arms over his tiny chest, he was the perfect picture of disappointment.

Obi-Wan barrelled on. “This is Satine. Do you remember me telling you about her?”

Anakin scowled even harder, brow furrowing deeply. Satine just managed to hold back her laugh as Obi-Wan sighed.

“She’s very nice. If you give her a chance-”

“No!” Anakin’s eyes welled. “Girls are gross!”

“Oh dear,” Obi-Wan murmured, under his breath, letting go of her hand to drop into a crouch. “Anakin, dear one, we’ve discussed this. Girls aren’t… gross.”

“They are! They’re gross and mean and they won’t play cars!”

Satine could sense Obi-Wan’s exasperation. But she could also sense her opening. “Well,” she said quickly, “that’s just silly. I’d be more than happy to play cars with you.”

Obi-Wan turned to her in quiet awe. Anakin squinted suspiciously.

“What kind of cars?”

“Oh, I don’t know very much about cars, I’m afraid. You’ll have to tell me about them.”

His eyes glittered slightly, but he bit hard on his lip to keep the scowl from disappearing. “Well… What colour car?”

“A blue one, perhaps?”

“I only have one blue car, and that’s Obi’s.”

“That’s alright,” he assured him. “Satine can borrow it, and I’ll take a silver one. How’s that?”

He nodded slowly. “I guess that’s alright.”

Satine smiled in what she hoped was an encouraging manner. “Why don’t you go and set some out for us?”

All annoyance forgotten, Anakin beamed and trotted towards the living room. Even from the hall, Satine could hear the soft thumps and general crashing of a young boy trying to get something much bigger than himself from beneath a table.

Obi-Wan slumped, absurdly relieved, before he stood.

“Satine,” he said, “Ani only gets that upset about girls when Padmé’s involved. You just talked Anakin Skywalker down from a Padmé-related meltdown.”

“Evidently so,” she said, perhaps a little smug.

“You’re amazing,” he said, so beautifully earnest, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she giggled.

“Honestly, you’d think I’d defused a bomb!”

“Haven’t you? Satine, darling-” he kissed her other cheek- “you’re a miracle-worker.”

“And you are a ridiculous flatterer, Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“Would it be presumptuous to call myself your ridiculous flatterer?”

“It would not,” she decided. “Though it would be soppy.”

He pressed a kiss to her nose. (Once, quite drunk, he’d told that she always wrinkled it once he pulled away, and that he found it rather impossibly cute.) “I can live with that.”

Hells. How was she supposed to hold against that?

Huffing irritably, she stepped forward to better cup his jaw as she kissed him. He squeaked slightly, startled in a way Satine would absolutely tease him for later - a way he’d absolutely deny, of course. But for now, she let it slide in favour of pressing a little closer, letting her eyes fall closed…

An amused throat cleared from the doorway.

They sprang apart, blushing bright red.

“Father,” Obi-Wan said, a little breathless, a little panicked. He cleared his throat. “This- This is Satine.”

“I should certainly hope so,” he said, smiling slightly, “else we’d be having quite the conversation right now.”

“Yes, well…” He ran a hand awkwardly over his hair. “Satine, this is my father, Qui-Gon Jinn.”

“Pleased to meet you, sir,” she said, trying for a charming smile even as her cheeks still burned. Trying to make him forget that, less than a minute ago, she’d been embarrassingly close to completely forgetting her surroundings and putting her tongue in his son’s mouth.

His - well-practised looking - raised eyebrow suggested that he hadn’t.

“Right then,” Obi-Wan said, a little stiffly. “I suppose I ought to introduce you to Shmi.”

His stepmother, Satine remembered as she nodded. Anakin’s mother.

Qui-Gon shook his head. “I actually came with a warning, Obi-Wan,” he said, surprisingly solemn.

Obi-Wan’s eyes widened. “Oh no. Tell me he didn’t.”

“I tried, but he was insistent.”

“Does he know-?”

“That you’re here?” Qui-Gon huffed a laugh. “He was about to come check on you, before I volunteered.”

“I’m sorry,” Satine said. “Who are we talking about?”

“My grandfather,” Obi-Wan said, defeated. “If Ani is a bomb, then Yan Dooku is a heat-seeking missile.”

“Oh,” Satine said. “Well… I’m sure he can’t be that bad.”

#obitineweek2021 #obi wan kenobi #satine kryze #qui gon jinn #shmi skywalker #anakin skywalker #yan dooku #modern au #star wars #star wars clone wars

[blackkatmagic]

The idea of Quinlan getting assigned to the Coruscant Guard as their Jedi is just - so interesting, given his power. And given that Palpatine's whole office is Sith Lite at best, with all the decorations and interior design choices, and that Palpatine regularly takes time off from collecting emergency powers to travel to the Outer Rim and run around in a big dramatic cloak terrorizing his former apprentice. Just - how much of that would Quinlan pick up on? Is there any way to hide psychic impressions? How quickly would Palpatine try to have him assassinated after he took the role?

Idk it's just a plot I've seen glossed over before, but playing it out fully would be so neat, and it has the potential to be a really fun fix-it, too.

#but i really want to write this now #kat rambles #quinlan vos #commander fox #star wars

[dswcp]

Happy Star Wars Day!

It’s “Tales of the Jedi” week!

Last May the 4th, I wrote about my favorite Star Wars comic panel: young Anakin’s weird, blue vision of a glowing lady floating above an ocean of bald guys. This year, I thought I would compare that panel to a similar one I love: another full-page Force-vision which was printed in the late 90s (less than one year before Anakin’s).

This panel comes from “Redemption,” the last and definitely least arc of TotJ. The setup of this arc is spectacular, but the series unfortunately ends with the drippiest mansplaining in the cosmos. This panel, happily, takes place before that. “Redemption” begins with Ulic Qel-Droma hitching a ride with creepy Jedi fanboy Hoggon to find a properly desolate planet on which to exile himself. By sheer bad luck, Hoggon’s first destination is Yavin IV -- the exact site that Ulic is trying to forget. Memories of the Exar Kun War, in which Ulic fought on the evil side, manifest around him in colorless dimensionality. Broken walls become whole, stained window frames belch smoke, and long-lost bodies appear as ghosts to the miserable ex-Jedi. But even as he is haunted by an entire burnt-up rainforest, Ulic’s thoughts are only with his brother, Cay, who was murdered by Ulic’s own hand.

While Anakin’s vision foretells an ominous future, Ulic’s vision reveals the guilt of his past. This narrative device is not normally used in Star Wars movies, but it is commonly used in Star Wars comics and games. Psychometrics Quinlan Vos and Cal Kestis' dark pasts are dramatized by their ability to see backwards in the Force. Comics love to haunt Vader with the undead visage of his wife. And “The Last Jedi,” the movie which cares the most about consequences, uses contradicting flashbacks to show how Luke’s guilt stifled his powers and Kylo’s fury twisted his.

“Redemption” Ulic and TLJ Luke are an interesting pair, as they have both lost their connection to the Force. This is why their visions must look backwards -- since the past is dead and the future, like the Force, is alive.

I think this is the big difference between these two complicated heroes and Anakin, who never once lost the Force, even in his darkest days. In fact, that’s when he had it stronger than ever. Anakin doesn’t regret; he compartmentalizes. He only perfects the gallant space-hero persona of TCW and RotS after he has killed the Sand People. As Vader, he does not look back (at least, I don’t think he does), but just pretends to be someone he isn’t. Even in the end, he does not apologize. And for that audacity, other writers have considered Anakin the model of uncomplicated, uninteresting redemption ever since. He is too neat, too perfect -- his story is alright for space opera, but a better redemption arc needs a lot more processing, more emptiness, more self-flagellation. (Personally, I think there’s still room for that stuff in Anakin’s story too, since he’s a cool ghost now, but no one else seems to want that to happen.)

Ulic’s redemption has all that in spades, and it’s not very good. Instead of, “Tell your sister you were right,” Ulic gets pages and pages of monologue, preaching from the high ground to a couple of sinful women. I’m happy for him, but I’m sorrier for the girls who have to listen.

The two panels vividly show this fundamental difference between Anakin and Ulic. Anakin’s panel is shimmering, abstract, and anxious -- it looks like conceptual sci-fi, high fantasy, even propaganda posters. Ulic’s panel is stark, specific, and depressed -- it looks like war movies and Gothic novels. Anakin has too much magic, and Ulic has run out of it. It’s driving both of them mad.

“Tales of the Jedi: Redemption, issue 1: A Gathering of Jedi.” Dark Horse. July 22, 1998. Writer: Kevin J. Anderson. Penciller & Inker: Chris Gossett. Letterer: Willie Schubert. Colorist: David Nestelle.

#star wars #star wars comics #ulic qel-droma #cay qel-droma #anakin skywalker #hoggon #tales of the jedi #sw ancient history #dark horse comics #kevin j. anderson #chris gossett #1998 #yavin iv #force vision #star wars ghost #pure jedi content #tragic jedi content #tragic sith content #so intense!!! #so sad!!! #full-page #feelings #star wars ground battle

[adamwatchesmovies]

Twilight Zone: The Movie (1983)

Twilight Zone: The Movie was an interesting experiment, but not an entirely successful one. This film is like a mechanical duplicate of your best friend. All the pieces, or an equivalent of them, might be there, the memories might be plugged in and the look might be right, but something's missing.

Based on the popular television series, this anthology film is composed of 4 stories, with one “wraparound” tale to introduce and close the picture. Each segment features different characters and is helmed by different directors.

First up is Time Out, the only segment not based on an episode of the show and also easily the weakest. In it, an angry, bigoted man named William Connor (Vic Morrow) goes on a racist tirade and is suddenly transported back through time to Nazi-occupied France, to Vietnam, and then Ku Klux Klan rally where he gets to experience first-hand true hatred and injustice.

This segment's problem is that it’s too obvious. The ending is also not particularly Twilight Zone-y, which sometimes featured twists, but not ones like this story. Perhaps the troubled production was to blame and it’s a tragedy that director John Landis had to hastily rework the story to following deaths on-set but even with the planned conclusion, this wouldn’t have been a memorable story.

Next up is Steven Spielberg and Kick the Can. Sunnyvale Retirement Home welcomes a new resident, a mysterious man (Scatman Crothers) named Mr. Bloom. He encourages the residents to take an optimistic look at life and remember their childhoods. What happens next will never be forgotten.

This second segment is an improvement over the first, but feels out of place in a Twilight Zone Movie. "Movie" implies high drama, big special effects, shocking developments. This is a low-key story, a feel-good tale that’s neat and inline with some of the more whimsical episodes of the show, but easily forgotten. I liked it, but mostly because it’s different from the rest. There’s not much to say.

Now, the segments start getting juicier. Joe Dante spearheads It’s a Good Life, in which a mild-mannered schoolteacher (Kathleen Quinlan as Helen Foley) accidentally runs over a young boy’s bicycle (Jeremy Licht plays Anthony). When she brings him back home, she notices that his family act very strangely, catering instantly to Anthony’s every demand. What is going on with this child?

This segment excels at what you associate with The Twilight Zone; it’s scary but too captivating not to watch and so bizarre you can't guess what is coming next. The ending takes you for a loop, it’s unsettling, and well written. There is a tendency to over-rely on the special effects. The creatures we see are cool and distinct. There’s an inspired TV Cartoon version of Hell but implying what it shows would've been doubly effective.

George Miller brings us the final story, Nightmare at 20,000 Feet. In it, a nervous airline passenger (John Lithgow as John Valentine) looks outside his window to discover a hideous gremlin tearing at the engine.

This color remake of the original episode greatly improves upon the gremlin's design. It now looks frightening and mischievious instead of like a big silly teddy bear. Unfortunately, the story takes a misstep by making its protagonist too much of a quack. There’s no escalation in John Valentine. When we first see him, he’s locked up in the washroom trying to soak the rivers of sweat streaming down his face. When he goes ballistic, it’s no surprise. It’s the second-best segment after It’s a Good Life, but it’s frustrating to see a story that improves some aspects of the original while missing others. It’s just not as suspenseful or scary as what we saw in 1963.

The wraparound story feels like something borrowed from Tales from the Crypt than Twilight Zone. It’s amusing but nothing special and much stronger at the beginning than at the end.

Twilight Zone: The Movie shows why big names and big special effects don’t automatically make a better film. It’s entertaining throughout but doesn't improve on the show except when it comes to the special effects. If you’ve never seen the show, this is a good introduction. If you’re already a fan, you’ll be disappointed. All in all, it’s ok. I’d recommend it but mildly. It’s not one I’ll be revisiting anytime soon and unlike the show, doesn’t have a timeless quality about it. (On DVD, August 17, 2016)

#TwilightZone #TwilightZone:TheMovie #movies #films #MovieReviews #FilmReviews #JohnLandis #StevenSpielberg #JoeDante #GeorgeMiller #GeorgeClaytonJohnson #RichardMatheson #MelissaMathison #JeromBixby #DanAykroyd #AlbertBrooks #ScatmanCrothers #JohnLithgow #VicMorrow #KathleenQuilan #BurgessMeredith #RodSerling #1983movies #1983films

[ragnarlothcat]

Tagged by @thetorontokid (thank you so much, I like these little games!)

How many works do you have on AO3? 6

What’s your total AO3 word count? 88188 (look at all those 8s, that’s crazy, I’m going to be so lucky)

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Star Wars only

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I mean I’ve written six things, so this is all of them but one.

nothing compares to you

Out of Sight, Out of Mind

à la carte

Art Imitates Life

it's dangerous to go alone

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes, always, and I’m starting to think I’m doing it wrong. I keep trying to have conversations with people in my own comments section, which is why I have this weird undecorated Tumblr instead. Trying to redirect that urge to a more appropriate venue.

But also I’m just incredibly touched whenever someone comments. I often just say ‘wow, look at all these friends’ to myself, and it’s deeply tragic.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I guess Out of Sight, Out of Mind, but I don’t know if I count it because nothing compares to you is kind of a sequel and it’s a fix-it (or it will be if I finish it, right now it’s just cataloguing Anakin’s madness)

Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No. But I do have that one story that heavily features the plot of The Oregon Trail. I don’t think that counts.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, unless they’re being really subtle about it, and it’s just gone over my head.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Haha yeah. All Obikin. I figure I like reading it so I should also write some. It makes me feel a little awkward but I’m getting over it!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Obikin

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I kind of worry that’ll happen with my murder mystery. It’s just a crazy amount of work and my concentration isn’t really good enough for plotting out all the stuff that needs to happen. Maybe I will eventually, but I think I’d need to concentrate on only that one and I keep getting distracted by other things.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I’m ok at dialogue? Or at the very least I sure write a lot of it.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Describing things! I tend to just kind of…skip that. So I’ve been trying to go back and put it in because my stories shouldn’t just be people having conversations in a blank void.

Also I think I use way too many adverbs. Writing rules were made to be broken etc. etc. but I need to cut back.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Well, I wrote a single French word as dialogue in à la carte. I’ve certainly never done that neat thing where people write in bits of Huttese or whatever. But I always appreciate it when it happens.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

When I was twelve, I wrote a self-insert Harry Potter thing. I never finished it, and I don’t really remember much about what happened. My most fervent wish is that no one else does either.

What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

I think I actually like it's dangerous to go alone best. It’s desperately weird and extremely niche, but the trouble is that I fall into that niche. I just had so much fun writing it, so it makes me happy to look at. And I loved writing Mace, Quinlan and Qui-Gon.

Tagging: but with no pressure because I can’t tell if you’ve already been tagged in things and I tried checking and it became very confusing very quickly. @artemisthehuntress (if you don’t want to do this please just tell me which story of yours I should read next) @allegoryofthebeast, @rynae-reblogs

#tag game #obikin

[as-ben]

Star Wars characters I am in love with

Obi-Wan Kenobi - ofc. he owns my heart, him and his fucking horrible life

Ahsoka Tano - one word. QUEEN

Anakin Skywalker - whiny baby but I cannot not love him

Mace Windu - YES. I like him o-kay and I think there’s too much hate on him, I mean, he’s so fckn badass

Plo Koon - SPACE DADDDD, he’s one of my favourite Jedi. Just look at himmmmm, he’s so nice WITH EVERYONE. am gonna cry :<

Cody - this guy is so done with everything. 

Hardcase - my fav clone. That’s all

Rex - ofc, who even are you if you don’t like him smh

Dooku - aka the only dark character I worship. yessss, stop looking at me like that. (The main reason why I love him is his beard in tcw) (does this man have a first name ???)

Bail Organa - KINGGGGGGG, love that guy, deserves more

Satine Kryze - i worship her okay.

The entire Ghost crew + Kallus - I don’t think I need to give you an explanation, they’re my psychic family

Mando and Grogu - grogu. that name man. it suits him so well it makes me want to cry.

Kuiil - this is not a joke, he was the best of them all okay.

Yoda - Troll™

Luke Skywalker - gay™

Han Solo - sassy motherfucka

Leia Organa - so much anger in this little thing wow (General Organa is the best Leia o-kayy)

Lando Calrissian - he makes me want to throw up in Rebels, but we forgive him

Wedge Antilles - I just like that guy. probably the only rebellion pilot who survived this long (w Hera)

Hondo Ohnaka - unexpected Space Dad (Ezra and Katooni, I see u)

Quinlan Vos - I know NOTHING abt this guy, I just think he’s neat

Poe and Finn - these two are the reason why I saw TROS in theater (with general organa

Bohdi Rook - anxious baby, love that guy

Chirrut Imwe - that guy met Jyn and said I’M FOLLOWING YOU NOW

Cassian Andor - he’s been in that fight since he was 6 and it hurts

R2-D2, K2SO, Chopper and BB8 - these droids *sigh*

Wicket - he too cute. If Han and Leia adopted him, I wouldn’t be surprised

and Qui-Gon Jinn but my opinion on this guy entirely depends on the kind of media I consumed before talking abt him

#star wars #the clone wars #star wars rebels #the ghost crew #lando calrissian #poe dameron #finn #Quinlan Vos #Hondo Ohnaka #leia organa #Han Solo #Luke Skywalker #kuill #the mandalorian #grogu #agent kallus #Bail Organa #Anakin Skywalker #Ahsoka Tano #mace windu #plo koon #commander cody #captain rex #hardcase #count dooku #Obi-Wan Kenobi #bullying u with the tags #ben is talking

[a-dorin]

Hello! I saw that you listed Eeth Koth as one of your favorite Jedi and wanted to ask about any thoughts/headcannons you had about him? It’s rare to find another person that appreciates him. ❤️

I REALLY JUST THINK HE’S NEAT 🥺

but i do have some headcanons about him! :))

he's big on drinking tea!

and he always love taking suggestions from kit, aayla, luminara, & anyone else

kit will actually bring him tea from different planets

eeth koth will spend hours in the archives, lost in the history of the universe, nose deep in holopads

books are hard to come by in the galaxy, but he's managed to snag a few

he is quite reserved when it comes to meeting new padawans, as he doesn't want to come off as too strong

however, once you get to know him, he's an extremely fun person to be around

he's closest to kit, aayla, quinlan, & shaak ti

many feel he is unapproachable due to his unique ability, which tends to hurt him

he just wants to show that he's not some dangerous jedi ;(

he lets the clones braid his hair

or show him new hairstyles

his guilty pleasure is sweets

he tends to carry candy with him in his pockets

anywhere and everywhere he goes

he's almost nocturnal but also an early riser so it's very chaotic

he's most grumpy in the mornings when kit cracks corny jokes

"did you see or hear a laugh? not funny, fisto. not funny."

#eeth koth #i love him #one of my favorite jedi #star wars #the clone wars #tcw #jedi

[hellowkatey]

What are Men to Rocks and Mountains? Chapter 3

Rating: T | No warning apply | Obi-Wan Kenobi & Satine Kryze

Summary: Quinlan Vos has a good Obi-Wan bullshit-meter. Satine continues her pattern of not having fun at balls. Obi-Wan is trying his best.

Read it on AO3 Here

Chapter 3: Care to Dance?

Obi-Wan sits on the bench of the training room, pouring the cool contents of his canteen down his throat. Sweat is pouring down his back from nearly twenty minutes of sustained saber practice. Somehow Quinlan Vos, his sparring partner, is still swinging his lightsaber around in various loose katas. Obi-Wan is pretty sure his energy is endless.

"You could at least act like you are tired," Obi-Wan huffs, setting down the canteen.

"Against the Jedi Code, lying is," Quin mocks Master Yoda in a surprisingly accurate voice. Obi-Wan chuckles, standing and spinning his saber around with a loose wrist to prepare to re-engage.

"What form are you practicing?" Quin asks, knowingly eyeing the opening stance of Ataru. "Or should I say, supposed to be practicing?"

"I didn't realize I was sparring with Qui-Gon."

Quin snorts. "C'mon Obi, I'll do Makashi."

"You suck at form two," Obi-Wan deadpans.

"Exactly, maybe you'll have a chance."

Begrugedly, he shifts his stance to Soresu. The stance feels unnatural after practicing Ataru so vigorously-- mostly because Qui-Gon has just begun training him in more advanced forms. He is set on mastering Ataru to catch up to his peers like Quinlan who are already experimenting with other forms. His Kiffar friend has practically mastered Ataru himself but has been working on his Djem So the last couple of weeks.

Quin tips his saber down in the Makashi opening salute. It looks out of place, a formal duel beginning done by the unconventional and infamously roguish Jedi. Quinlan immediately steps forward with less grace than is supposed to be employed with this form, but it holds power all the same. Obi-Wan accepts his defensive position and catches the saber on his own, satisfied with the ease it blocks the blade.

Quinlan is, of course, unrelenting. He twirls, quickly performing a counter move that unblocks his saber and goes for another calculated hit. The movements remind Obi-Wan of the sparring session he witnessed while with Lady Satine, and a smile appears unwillingly on his face.

"What's that stupid look on your face?" Quin prods when they lock their blades once more. The green and blue blades light up either side of his friend's face, making his eyebrow wiggle more menacing than he meant it to be.

"Not sure what you're referring to." Obi-Wan decides to throw in some acrobatics, using the Force to launch him to the other side of Quin as he is going into a backswing. It adequately catches him off guard, making him go on the defense for a moment while Obi-Wan integrates a few more aggressive attacks.

They get into a stalemate, stalking one another from a few meters apart. "Either my chest is sending you into a conniption-- which, understandable, I have been working out." Obi-Wan glances down at his friend's bare chest, rolling his eyes. Or... it's something up there," he gestures his lightsaber at Obi-Wan's head.

"The first, obviously." Quin has always been known for being difficult to clothe. Obi-Wan can still remember the way their creché master's eyes nearly popped out of her head when she walked into him cutting the sleeves off his tunic-- unsuccessfully, as he stole a practice saber from the training room to do the job and failed to realize it was in training mode. It had the cutting ability of a flashlight. Quin claims he feels restricted in clothing and prefers to wear as little as possible. Obi-Wan has gotten used to it at this point, so Quin's half-clothed state didn't even register in his mind.

"I knew it."

They fall back into step. Quin's Makashi is beginning to look suspiciously like Ataru with every passing second, and Obi-Wan is aching to return to it as well. Remaining on defense isn't nearly as fun as getting to attack. The moment he gains the upper hand, he switches back to the more aggressive form, managing to draw a rare yield from Quin. Now he looks tired.

"I'll get you next time, Obi," Quin says as Obi-Wan extends his hand to help up his friend. Quinlan walks across the training room and unties his locks from the bun he had them strapped in. They fall in neat heaps to his shoulders. "Though I still am curious, what're you thinking about?"

"It was really nothing. Your horrible Magashi form just reminded me of something amusing."

Obi-Wan ties his tunic and slips on his outer robe. Quin has already thrown on a shirt and haphazardly secured his own robes when he appears at his side.

"What kind of amusing something?"

"Is it any of your business?"

"Things that make you look like a youngling with a crush are always my business, Obi my boy."

"Youngling with a-- you're crazy, Quin." Obi-Wan throws his bag over his shoulder but Quin trails closely behind him.

"I'll ask Bant."

"Go ahead," Obi-Wan says. He hasn't really told anyone about his current mission... he isn't sure why he is keeping it fairly guarded. He has a... feeling. Obi-Wan isn't sure if it's a good or bad feeling, but the Force is different as of late and he is still trying to figure out why.

"Interesting," Quin makes a point of rubbing his chin as though he has facial hair to stroke. "You didn't even tell Bant, then? Must be not a something, but a someone."

Obi-Wan makes the horrible mistake of stopping in the middle of the hall. Quin's eyes grow wide, making his yellow facial tattoo upturn like a giant smile. He is fairly sure the hyper Kiffar may start throwing a party.

"Obi, you dirty dewback."

"Quin, please--"

"You sneaky bastard. Who?"

He sighs. He hasn't even had the chance to figure out for himself what the hell is going on with him, but what Obi-Wan does know is that he left Lady Satine's home with a fluttering in his stomach. Why? He has no idea. The entire afternoon was practically a nightmare. He was stuck in a room with three Mandalorian teenagers who made making him as uncomfortable as possible a game. The only words Lady Satine and him exchanged were laced with sarcasm and a bit of underlying displeasure with one another, so why he found himself captivated is well beyond him.

"It's-- Well I have-- There's..."

Obi-Wan's sputtering just makes Quin laugh, slapping him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'll keep the secret that you have the hots for someone unspecified so long as you promise to tell me about it when you figure out how to speak again."

"It's not the hots... Blast it, nevermind," he throws his hands up in defeat and they continue back toward their respective rooms. He can feel his cheeks flush red and he just hopes any passerby assumes from Quin's disheveled appearance it's from a recent saber training encounter. 

He steps into the shared apartment of him and Qui-Gon, finding his Master sitting in the living room, strolling lazily through a datapad. Qui-Gon glances up. "Obi-Wan. How was sparring?"

Obi-Wan drops his bag and goes straight to the kitchen to prepare himself a cup of tea. "Good, Master. I beat Padawan Vos."

A hum of approval makes Obi-Wan relax, a wave of happiness blossoming through him. He drops tea bags into two mugs and carries one to Qui-Gon.

"Thank you, padawan."

Obi-Wan takes a seat across from Master Jinn, watching as the water slowly darkens with every passing moment. "Any word from Lady Satine today?" This time, Qui-Gon puts down his datapad and looks up with a look that Obi-Wan often equates with trouble. "Master, you know I hate that look."

"What look are you referring to?"

"You know the one."

"I have no idea what you could be talking about." He reaches down and picks up his mug, taking a sip despite it definitely not being done steeping. Dramatic bastard, Obi-Wan thinks, shaking his head. "I did hear from her this morning, actually."

A pause. For dramatic effect, it seems. Obi-Wan has a very strong feeling he is not going to like this. "It appears there is a fundraiser tonight that Lady Satine is to attend. We agreed it would draw too much attention for me to attend, as the invitees of the party are young politicians and leaders and I am not as young as I once was... But you--"

"Master don't tell me I have to go to another party."

"But you won't stand out among your peer group."

Obi-Wan sighs.

"Oh, and one more thing," Qui-Gon says, a sly smile crossing his lips. Okay, Obi-Wan has a really bad feeling now.

_____

The only thing that Satine can think about is how strange it all is. Strange that she is sitting here with her sister, cousin, and a Vizla boy waiting to leave for a fundraiser. Strange to see the accents on Nel's formalwear matching her gown.

They'd been spending a lot of time together the last few days. Nel is not as quiet as she initially thought him to be, and has really grown to be a pleasant companion.

He was showing her holos from Mandalore before the war. They were reveling in the good old days when suddenly Nel's eyes caught hers, and Satine realized they were sitting quite close. Close enough that his leg pressed against hers and one of his arms had found its way across the couch behind her.

Her heart raced, and she ever so slightly shifted her leg away to reduce the tension. And then his hand slid from the couch to her shoulder and she was sure she stopped breathing.

"The fundraiser," Nel said, his eyes watching her carefully. "Could I have the honor of being your date?"

She didn't think. How could she think with a man as attractive as Nel sitting so close? She just nodded, and he cocked his head to the side. He's waiting for a real answer, she realizes, and she clears her throat. "Yes, yes that would be lovely, Nel."

Then Bo-Katan came in, and though Nel didn't seem concerned with their position, Satine sprang back, severing any contact between them.

And now she sits next to Nel, his arm across the back of the couch behind her, and his accents the same blue-green color as her gown.

Bo sits across from them, outfitted in one of Satine's old dresses. It's an emerald green dress, structured through the torso and with a lightweight skirt and long billowing sleeves. She knew Bo would like it because it was a birthday gift from her father-- meaning the structured top is really a beskar chest plate, not battle-grade but enough to provide adequate protection. Leave it to Mandalore to figure out how to make elegant dresses with beskar. Satine's own gown is a newer model, instead of a chest plate the material is woven with beskar fibers. Much more flexible and can still stop a blaster shot. It's has a similar silhouette to Bo's A-line dress, but her sleeves are cinched at the wrists rather than hanging open.

Kira walks in, dressed up in her own beskar plated dress of a more simple design. "I believe the Jedi is on his way up," she says, causing Bo to roll her eyes.

"I don't understand why he has to come."

"The Chancellor was specific. I go anywhere public, I must bring a Jedi."

"I didn't realize the throne of Mandalore bowed to the Chancellor of the Republic," Bo says spitefully.

Satine lets out a frustrated huff. It's been like this all week. Things between them are fine and then suddenly she is reminded of Bo's short circuit. Anything involving the Republic, political tasks, and the Jedi seem to set her off. Satine feels like she's been walking on eggshells ever since she came.

"It's called diplomacy, sister. I meet the requests of the Chancellor and a good relationship is achieved that may be helpful one day. You must trust me. I know more about this than you."

The door opens and in walks Obi-Wan. Satine sees him and nearly double takes in surprise.

Gone are his ratty Jedi robes. Instead, he wears a dark blue formal tunic with a long dark gray outer piece that hangs down to his knees. His blue pants tuck into a pair of shined black boots. Even his hair seems to have been contained. His messy spikes now look soft and neat. The only indication that a Jedi still stands before her is the tiny braid that peeks out from behind his ear, though it is tucked away, that horrible ponytail, and the glimpse of his lightsaber strapped to a black leather belt, complete with silver accents. It's simple, modest, yet it flatters him.

Obi-Wan bows. "Good evening, Lady Satine of House Kryze, Lady Bo-Katan of House Kryze, Nel Raiko of House Vizla, and Kira Kryze of Clan Kryze," he says fluidly. Satine suspects he rehearsed it, though it rolls off his tongue effortlessly.

"Padawan Kenobi," she replies, bowing.

"Great, now we can leave," Bo says, standing and pushing past Obi-Wan. Satine shoots him an apologetic look, and Nel comes to her side.

"Ready?" he says, extending his arm out. Satine slips her arm in the crook of his elbow. When she looks up at the Jedi she realizes he looks quite uncomfortable, his eyes trained on her arm in Nel's. The realization dawns on her. He thought we were going together? She thinks back on her conversation with Obi-Wan's master. Yes, she did word it as him accompanying her...

"Padawan Kenobi, I thought you could be Kira's date for tonight. So you two could collaborate."

She glances at Kira who nods and walks next to the Jedi.

"Yes, Lady Satine, I think that is a splendid plan." He turns, mirroring Nel and holding out his arm for Kira. Satine holds back a laugh as Kira looks surprised by this gesture, but takes it nonetheless. Coincidentally, Kira's gray dress goes well with Obi-Wan's own attire.

"This should be interesting," Nel whispers as they head toward the lift.

"Oh, undoubtedly."

They arrive at the fundraiser in higher spirits than they left. To Satine's surprise, Obi-Wan was quite attentive to her cousin Kira. The entire ride he chatted with her, not about their duty as she would have expected, but just asking questions and getting to know her. From overhearing their conversation, Satine learned that Obi-Wan is also eighteen years old (but nearly nineteen), he is from Stewjon originally but considers Coruscant and the Jedi temple his home, and he and Master Jinn have been partners for five years now. How could this be the same standoffish boy she's encountered many times in the last few weeks?

With Nel and Bo engaged in their own conversation about who-knows-what, Satine began to stew. She isn't quite sure why her mood changed, but something about being treated rudely by the Jedi when he obviously is more than capable of being civil-- even pleasant!-- doesn't sit right with her.

Nel seems to notice the shift, pressing a hand into the center of her back. "You alright?"

"Of course," she says, not bothering to lessen the sharpness in her tone. Nel's arm drops. Immediate regret fills her. She reaches up and gingerly places her fingers near the crook of his elbow. He wings it out so she can slip her arm through. "Apologies. The last time I was at a large event my life was endangered."

Nel nods. She told finally him about the occurrence the day earlier. "Not to worry. I'm sure your shadows won't allow anything to happen to you," he says, glancing back at Obi-Wan and Kira. Nel leans in, his lips slightly grazing her ear. "Nor will I."

A shiver runs down her spine, followed by a blush she hopes her makeup covers.

The fundraiser is much smaller than the Senator Ball, though still as grandiose. It is a special event that Satine has genuinely enjoyed the last few years because it only invites young politicians. They raise funds for causes that affect younger generations and give the spotlight to up and coming movements. It is quite progressive and makes Satine feel at home with like-minded individuals. The banquet hall is beautiful decorated with lights and holos advertising the various causes that are being supported. One end contains gambling games where all the proceeds go to the winner's choice. The other end is a giant dance floor that is already occupied with dozens of occupants. The border is lined with various information booths with gifts and incentives to donate. She already has a few causes she is eager to learn more about.

"I think I will visit the booths first," Satine says. Nel looks down at her, his handsome face cool and neutral.

"I told Bo I would go with her to play a few rounds of sabacc. I am considered the best player among my friends."

Disappointment fills Satine. "But how will you know what cause you want to donate to if you do not learn about them?"

Nel shrugs. "Well, whoever you want to donate to, I will oblige."

She sighs. She has half a mind to directly ask him to stay with her, but she meets the eyes of Bo, who approaches them.

"I found a table where the players are quite inexperienced," Bo says with a grin. Nel detaches himself from Satine, stopping to give her a smile. His hand reaches up and grazes her cheek.

"Only for a little bit. I very much would like to have a dance with you once we get the fundraiser portion of the night out of the way."

Her chest flutters with excitement... or nervousness? dread? She isn't sure.

"Yes, I look forward to that."

He disappears into the crowd.

Satine sighs, turning to find Obi-Wan and Kira watching. She swears she sees the Jedi raise an eyebrow in the direction of Nel. Kira leaves Obi-Wan's side and joins her. "Shall we, cousin?"

They walk from booth to booth, hearing the pitches of the representatives. Once again, Obi-Wan surprises her. He follows closely behind, seemingly interested in the causes and asking a few questions between the sessions. His interest is genuine, she can tell, but his knowledge of politics seems to be lacking. She watches the way his face seems to fall when she starts talking about political procedures. He seems more interested in the idea of change rather than the process, which disappoints her. Ideas are great, but there is much that needs to be done to insight true action.

By the end of their circuit, they are spit out near the casino area. Satine looks over to see Nel and Bo still huddled around a sabacc table, piles of chips in front of them. She stares at him, hoping to catch his attention, but he doesn't look up.

"Lady Satine," she turns to see Obi-Wan with his hand out. "Would you care to dance?"

"I would," she says without hesitation. Her eyes go wide and Obi-Wan bows and turns to find a space on the dance floor. Satine leans back so she is close to Kira.

"Did I just agree to dance with Obi-Wan Kenobi?"

Kira chuckles. "I daresay you find him amiable, Satine."

"Which would be most inconvenient since I have sworn to loathe him for all eternity."

Kira places a hand on the back of Satine's back and gives her a gentle push forward. She sighs, catching up with Obi-Wan.

The music shifts and Satine recognizes the characteristic chords of the Sarabande, an Alderaanian partner dance. For a moment she panics that Obi-Wan is not knowledgable of this, but he lines up across from her, his stance correct for the dance.

The chords pick up, indicating the first step. Obi-Wan steps toward her, holding his hands out for her to take. She grabs them softly, and he pulls her gently toward him before they separate in half-steps.

"You know this dance," she says with a hint of surprise peeking through.

"Of course, I wouldn't have asked you to dance if I was to make a fool of myself."

She holds back a smile. They meet once again, his hand taking hers and they stand parallel to one another.

"Your clothes are... different than what I was expecting."

He glances down, suddenly seeming a little insecure. "Well, I told Master Jinn it wouldn't be appropriate to wear my robes... even my good ones as it would make me stand out. I borrowed these from another StewJoni padawan."

"So they are traditional of your home planet?"

"Yes, I suppose."

"They are nice."

He smiles, his youth suddenly returning to him. Satine hadn't realized until this moment, but what was striking her as different about Obi-Wan was how much larger he looked in these clothes. Broader. Like a young man rather than a boy in oversized robes. The attention that she usually gave to his raggedy clothes was suddenly focused on the bright blue of his eyes and the dimples that appeared in his cheeks when he smiled. I daresay you find him amiable, Satine.  Satine pushes back that comment, forcing it to not echo in her mind as it has been since they began this dance.

She glances toward the cards table and sees Nel still not paying any attention. Her mood dips. Obi-Wan spins her, allowing the quiet to fall over them.

"It is your turn to say something, Padawan Kenobi. I commented on your dancing. Now you ought to remark on the party, or the number of couples who obviously have no idea what they are doing." she says, her eyes watching two Mid-rim senators struggling to keep in step.

"Do you talk as a rule while dancing?"' His tone is light, but it jabs at her efforts to attempt to be civil with the Jedi. As he had been with Kira all night.

"No, no. I prefer to be distant and taciturn. It makes it all the more enjoyable, don't you think?"

Obi-Wan is quiet for a moment. She feels his grip on her hand slightly stiffen. The air around them suddenly changes. She can feel the tension build, causing her cheeks to feel warm.

"Then I shall oblige, Lady Satine. I must say, I am curious. Nel Raiko is your date, is he not?"

They reach the part of the dance where she turns, so her back is to Obi-Wan, relieving her of his sudden question. She swallows hard, her heart beating rapidly in her chest as they meet again.

"He is a childhood friend and has been quite supportive and lovely as of late. So yes, he is my date this evening."

"I see he is being especially supportive tonight."

They turn so they are parallel once again and Satine is relieved he can't see the tightness in her lips. It is a low blow. A valid observation, but not one that he has any right to comment on.

"To use one's skill in sabacc to support a good cause is an excellent way of support, I would think. Not that you would know, but charity comes in many forms."

"Not that I would-- why would you say such a thing?" he says, his calm demeanor giving way to an emotion that Satine cannot identify.

"I am just making out your character, Padawan Kenobi."

"And what have you discovered?"

"Very little." They fall silent. His face is hardened and his jaw set in a way that makes him look much older than he is. Much more imposing. They are standing, staring at one another while the music progresses, trailing toward the end of the song. Thankfully the final cord is played. Both of them bow to one another. "I have observed such different sides of you in such a short time. It puzzles me as to how you can genuinely be all of them."

The rising and falling of his chest slow as she sees in real-time him calming his emotions. He looks at her with apathy, which is more jarring than any anger he could have displayed. "I hope to give you more clarity in the future then."

He turns, leaving Satine alone in the middle of the dance floor.

A tap on her shoulder. She turns to see Nel, his eyes trained on Obi-Wan pushing through the crowd.

"Are you okay?" he asks, finally looking down at her. "It looked pretty... tense over here."

She lets out a breath, hiding her shaking hands behind her back. So he had been watching. She can see his deep frown as he tracks the Jedi with his eyes, even still. Is he... jealous? The thought nearly makes her laugh. Nothing in the world could make her want Obi-Wan Kenobi. He has nothing to be jealous of.

"Everything is perfect, now that you are here to dance with me," she says, holding out her hand. Nel's frown becomes a small smile and he takes her hand in his.

_____

Who would Obi-Wan run into as soon as he returned to the Jedi Temple than Quin? Of course. Even worse, his other friends Bant Eerin and Garen Muln sit in the windowsill with him. As soon as Quin sees him, he jumps up, his eyes wide. Right. I'm still dressed like a blasted politician.

"Obi, where the hell did you just come from? Out seeing a certain someone?" Quin says. This is exactly the attention Obi-Wan is not in the mood for at this moment.

"Nowhere and no one," he says coldly, just wanting to go hide in his room and meditate. He tries to push past Quin, but he grabs Obi-Wan by the bicep, his playful demeanor suddenly shifted to seriousness. Even Bant and Garen have gotten to their feet, staring at him with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?"

He sighs, pulling his arm out of Quin's grasp. "I need... I need to meditate, Quinlan." He can't bring himself to look at Bant or Garen.

The use of his full name seems to catch him off guard enough that he releases him. Obi-Wan makes a mental note to apologize to him and the others later, but for now, he has two things on his mind: getting these damned clothes off and sinking into meditation so deep it rivals Master Yoda.

He takes off down the hall, leaving Quin, Bant, and Garen speechless and standing in the middle of the passage.

As soon as he gets in his apartment, Obi-Wan starts pulling off pieces of his outfit. How long did he spend tracking down that senior padawan to borrow these clothes? To look nice? To make his impact less obvious for Lady Satine's sake? He marches into his room, throwing them in the direction of his hamper. Now standing in just a plain shirt and his undergarments, he takes a deep breath, letting the Force surround him. He summons good feelings, using them to help push out the bad ones.

"Obi-Wan?" he distantly hears his name, but he ignores it for now as he sinks into a meditative pose on the floor.

It is not the Jedi way to be angry. To be affected in such a way. I release these negative sentiments to the Force.

It is not the Jedi way to be frustrated. To let the words of others, especially of those I have sworn to protect, to make me bitter. I release these negative sentiments to the Force.

The weight on his shoulders lessens and he relaxes.

It is not the Jedi way to take my emotions out on my friends. I shall explain my poor mood to them and apologize. I release these negative sentiments to the Force.

Maybe he will go see them tonight. They are likely still sitting out there discussing his strange behavior.

It is not the Jedi way... he swallows hard. It is not the Jedi way to... you know. I release these sentiments to the Force.

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