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“Hey,” Quinlan greets with a small, amused smile, “What’re you doing down there?”
Obi-Wan closes his eyes again and sighs, “Oh, you know. Pondering the secrets of the universe.”
Quinlan hums, “Can I join you?”
Obi-Wan wordlessly reaches out and pats the floor next to his body.
He hears an overly dramatic groan as Quinlan lays down next to him, their shoulders brushing. Quinlan is silent for a few moments, but Obi-Wan can practically hear the many things he’d like to say darting around in that mind of his.
“Discover anything interesting about the universe?” Quinlan asks lightly, treading carefully and turning his head to look at Obi-Wan.
“Hm,” Obi-Wan hums in faux contemplation, “Just that this floor is rather cold. I was getting to the meaning of existence, but then you interrupted me.”
Quinlan snorts and Obi-Wan opens his eyes to turn and look at him, resting his cheek on the cool floor. He’s met with a crooked grin and brown eyes that send warmth through his chest no matter how many wrinkles form in the corners. 
One of Quinlan’s locs is curled over the side of his face. Obi-Wan reaches up to gently push it off his face and Quinlan’s smile slips into something smaller, more intimate.
“And what is the meaning of existence, Master Kenobi?” Quinlan questions with a teasing curl to his mouth.
Obi-Wan responds with his own smile and thumbs at the edge of the gold tattoo before slipping his hand off Quinlan’s face and resting it on his own stomach. The warm overhead light sparkles in Quinlan’s kind, clever eyes and reflects off the gold clasps in his hair that’s pushed back from his face, just barely spilling onto the floor.
“Oh dear, I’m sorry to say I’ve been sworn to secrecy, Master Vos,” Obi-Wan shrugs and Quinlan’s smile grows, “I can tell you it’s right along with Master Yoda’s famous stew recipe and whether the grand spire actually housed anything.”
From Chapter 9 of To Our Halcyon Days
A BEAUTIFUL LOVELY WONDERFUL COMMISSION FROM THE BEAUTIFUL LOVELY WONDERFUL @holly-bearie
thank you my friend for bringing these beloved characters from mine and @krispyswips beloved fic to life <3 I adore these disgustingly in love dads so much and this art is so beautiful UGH
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I don't know what's funniest about this. The fact that Cody is clearly regretting putting Rex in charge, the fact that Rex was like LOL THIS IS GOING TO BE HILARIOUS, or that this is Domino Squad's first meeting with General Skywalker's second-in-command.
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✨ Please reblog the polls to make them reach out to as many people as possible, but KEEP IT SPOILER-FREE to make people listen to the music with an open mind 💖 Artists and titles will be revealed after the poll's conclusion, check the original post for an update! ✨
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i don't think you guys get it, the thing about anakin and ahsoka. imagine you're ahsoka and you're thirteen and you're in a warzone and you've been not-so-randomly assigned a new jedi master. he gives you a stupid nickname and jokes around with you and loves you; he's the only person who believes in your innocence when it's questioned, he's that one person that believes in you more than anything. he finds it agonizing to let people go but he lets you go because he trusts you more than anyone. you were special to him and you knew it and there's a pride in that, because not many people were. imagine you're thirteen and it's war and there's explosions and fire and blood and death, and then someone takes your shoulder in his hand and is like, hey, relax. let's play a game. whoever slaughters the most droids wins. and it's easier to breathe because it's less pressure if you squeeze your eyes shut and think you're playing a game with your jedi master, and it will all be okay. you have such vibrant memories of being loved by this man and then, away from you, without you knowing, he turns around and murders a few thousand people all at once in one hideous bloodsoaked night. the hands that cradled your face and tilted it upwards to kiss your forehead are soaked in unfathomable quantities of blood. the person who made you feel that safe is the same guy who is so violent, so removed from any human compassion, that people whisper that he's a droid instead. the only person who believed in your innocence is a living nightmare. like actually what the fuck
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i think coruscant's citizens have the same attitude towards the jedi that gothamites have with the batfamily
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star wars gif meme: [01/06] outfits ↳ Obi-Wan Kenobi + Mandalorian armor
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A reblog of this post made me realize I left out a crucial fact - in Legends Aayla became a Padawan around age 10. Quinlan would've been 19 when he became her Master. He was teen dad to Aayla before Anakin teen dadded Ahsoka
Most of fandom: it makes more sense if Quinlan is a few years older than Obi-Wan and his creche mates, since his Padawan is several years older than Anakin and knighted before him, and it also ties in neatly with him not existing in the Jedi Apprentice books if he's already doing Padawan things when they happen
Me: uses the not great Legends dates/timeline that says Obi-Wan and Quinlan are the same age because that makes Quinlan a Teen Dad
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Mace Windu can do whatever he likes with whatever attitude he wants actually cause he's in charge of wrangling a group of superpowered, psychic adreneline junkies who like to have heated academic debates using laser swords in their spare time. and then. AND THEN!! he has to regularly talk with politicians too??? disgusting. awful. my man is so tired.
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I got an @obiquinbingo around when they first started and then just... never did any of the fills lmao. But now I'm getting back into Star Wars and finally finished some of those old fics <3
Don’t be stupid, Kenobi. You that afraid of sharing a bed with me?” Quinlan scoffed with a roll of his eyes. -- Padawans Obi-Wan and Quinlan are forced to share a bed after Quinlan is injured on a mission. Obi-Wan is reluctant for reasons he doesn't understand, or perhaps doesn't want to admit. ObiQuin Bingo: Only One Bed
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As Obi-Wan surveyed the room he and Quinlan managed to rent for the night, he fiddled with his braid – a nervous tell he desperately needed to rid himself of. The dim star that hung ever present in the sky barely lit the small but tidy room. A single bed was pushed against the wall.
It could probably fit two people if they tried, but he wasn’t particularly eager to. Mostly it was because he was afraid of jostling Quinlan’s injury, but also… an odd anxiety was growing within him.
"You take the bed, I'll take first watch," he offered as he turned to give his fellow Padawan a tired smile. 
Quinlan shook his head, the locs that had fallen loose from his hair tie bouncing off his chin with the force of it. 
“You’re just as tired as I am,” he insisted, “and we should be safe enough here. The Force will look after us for a few hours.” 
“Then I’ll meditate. You’re the one who was thrown around, and that way I can still keep an eye out in the Force for any problems,” Obi-Wan said, looking away from him as his face heated uncomfortably. “Just in case. I’ll be fine.”
Maybe it was the guilt making him feel this way, he wasn’t sure. Something in him was screaming to not get into that bed with Quinlan. He moved towards the chair tucked into the corner in hopes it might have a cushion he could move to the floor. Admittedly though, he couldn't actually tell if it had padding at all in low light.
“Don’t be stupid, Kenobi. You that afraid of sharing a bed with me?” Quinlan scoffed with a roll of his eyes. He grabbed Obi-Wan's wrist, stopping him in his tracks.
Obi-Wan stole a glance at him, unsure if it would be weirder to stay turned away or to look at him. A smirk was crawling across the Kiffar's face, dimmed as it was by the teen's exhaustion.  Quinlan’s gloves rubbed against the skin of his inner arm, and it was all he could do to not yank it away.
“I just don’t think there will be enough space with your injury,” he said finally. “Not to mention with the way you toss and turn, I’d get a more restful sleep on the ground.” 
The Force pinged with the half truth and he knew that Quinlan had caught it. It was the only answer he could come up with that spoke to this feeling of unease. The only answer he was willing to admit to.
“It’ll be fine for a few hours. We should be able to fit if at least one of us sleeps on our side. Besides, then you can keep an extra close eye on me, doc.” Quinlan wiggled his eyebrows at him.
Obi-Wan felt the heat in his face start to rise again, but he willed it away with a roll of his eyes. He was honestly too tired to keep arguing the point, uneasy or not.
"Fine, but you're the one sleeping on your back. Otherwise I think you may accidentally suffocate me in my sleep." 
“Hah, kinky,” Quinlan wheezed out a laugh, reaching for his side in an aborted movement.
Worry seized in Obi-Wan's stomach, strong enough that Quinlan seemed to feel it through his shielding. His Force presence, tinged with mild pain, brushed against the spiky worry.
Selfishly, Obi-Wan let himself be soothed.
“Lay down first; I’ll crawl on from the end once you’ve situated yourself,” he said after a moment.
Quinlan didn't argue any further, radiating satisfaction from getting his way, and let himself fall onto the bed with a pained 'oomf'. Obi-Wan reached out as if to help in some way but was waved off. Once Quinlan was situated as comfortable as he could make himself, he reached up to tug his hair tie free from the few locs it still pulled back. 
Only then did Obi-Wan feel ready to risk laying on the bed himself. The two of them – nearly grown by the standards of their species – were pushing the limit of what the bed could handle, but they both managed to achieve some semblance of comfort. Heart racing frantically, he forced himself to relax.
Quinlan turned that tired smirk back onto him again. “See? Was that so difficult?”
“Ask me again after we’ve actually slept.”
“Always a critic…”
“I am not!”
Quinlan didn’t bother responding. Instead, he just laughed and laughed at the indignant expression that was surely on Obi-Wan’s face. Obi-Wan huffed and let his head fall into the crook of his arm, warm with the sound of his friend’s amusement. Exhaustion was quickly overtaking them both now that they were no longer standing.
It didn’t take long for Quinlan to drift off into sleep, a small grin still on his face. Finally safe. Finally able to slow down.
Rest didn’t come as easily for Obi-Wan.
He felt warm, unreasonably warm, and not just from the heat Quinlan was radiating. Weary to the bone, and yet sleep didn’t come for hours. Some part of it might've been the worry that plagued him all night, the need he felt to keep watch while Quinlan rested his injury.
That wasn’t all of it. He knew it wasn’t.
Something still felt off – with him, with the situation. Something he couldn’t parse out or maybe didn’t want to parse out. 
(Something that was tickling in the back of his head, in his chest, in his stomach.)
This was far from the first time they had shared a bed – they’d done it multiple times during the Stark Space War, and even once or twice on more recent missions. Sharing beds in general was common for initiates (though Quinlan largely grew up away from the Temple) when they needed the touch and comfort that was key for growing up healthy.
Being in bed with Quinlan was nothing new.
So why did it feel like something was different?
Obi-Wan huffed, pressing his back against the wall so he could get a better view of the room. Quinlan shifted in response, murmuring quietly before settling with his face turned towards him.
His hair was spread out around him like a halo, like in Nabooian stained glass portraits. He looked surprisingly relaxed for all that he was stuck sleeping on his back with a cracked rib. 
Obi-Wan wanted to laugh at the way his mouth was hanging open like a youngling, a single loc dangerously close to falling inside. He reached out and delicately brushed it from Quinlan's face, careful not to wake him.
With warm cheeks, Obi-Wan snatched his hand back as if he’d been burned.
What the kriff was he doing?
Quinlan was his best friend, outside of Bant. Quinlan might be his best friend, period, actually. Regardless, tender was not an emotion he would ascribe to their relationship.
And yet…
His chest felt bruised, looking at him. Like he was the one who had cracked a rib. There was so much he already knew about Quinlan – how he looked when he was mad, when he was sad, when he was showing off, when he was euphoric over a grift gone right – and yet he longed to know more. 
Longed to know what he looked like when blissfully happy.
Longed to know what it felt like to kiss him. 
Obi-Wan dropped down to hide his face in his arms again. Unwilling to face the truth he had been ignoring this entire mission. From maybe even before this mission. If he had it his way he would keep ignoring it, keep repressing it (something his lineage was great at), but faced with this familiar closeness… Well, he was only human. 
He had a crush on his best friend. 
Which meant he was truly and utterly karked. 
Sleep was further from reach than ever. 
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Writing a Star Wars au where obi wan is maces padawan but obi wan and qui gon are still close and they annoy the order by being like cats who consistently bring mice to your door.
Amazing, I love it, them still being inexplicably close cause the Force Decrees it and Mace is like ...padawan pls, have some standards.
Them as cats bapbapbap-ing each other in the hallways and dragging trouble to Mace's doorstep.
I also interpreted it as like they take turns being the cat and mouse and it's like oh look Qui-Gon's kidnapped the ginger padawan again and he returns Obi-Wan to Mace covered in mud. 4ft teenybopper Obi-Wan dragging 7ft passed out Qui-Gon to Yoda/Dooku’s doorstep like "I have been successful in my hunt! Praise me! :3 also Master Jinn got suuper poisoned by a plant he ate while we were out so good luck bye 👋"
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jebiknights · 6 days
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Most of fandom: it makes more sense if Quinlan is a few years older than Obi-Wan and his creche mates, since his Padawan is several years older than Anakin and knighted before him, and it also ties in neatly with him not existing in the Jedi Apprentice books if he's already doing Padawan things when they happen
Me: uses the not great Legends dates/timeline that says Obi-Wan and Quinlan are the same age because that makes Quinlan a Teen Dad
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I got an @obiquinbingo around when they first started and then just... never did any of the fills lmao. But now I'm getting back into Star Wars and finally finished some of those old fics <3
Don’t be stupid, Kenobi. You that afraid of sharing a bed with me?” Quinlan scoffed with a roll of his eyes. -- Padawans Obi-Wan and Quinlan are forced to share a bed after Quinlan is injured on a mission. Obi-Wan is reluctant for reasons he doesn't understand, or perhaps doesn't want to admit. ObiQuin Bingo: Only One Bed
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As Obi-Wan surveyed the room he and Quinlan managed to rent for the night, he fiddled with his braid – a nervous tell he desperately needed to rid himself of. The dim star that hung ever present in the sky barely lit the small but tidy room. A single bed was pushed against the wall.
It could probably fit two people if they tried, but he wasn’t particularly eager to. Mostly it was because he was afraid of jostling Quinlan’s injury, but also… an odd anxiety was growing within him.
"You take the bed, I'll take first watch," he offered as he turned to give his fellow Padawan a tired smile. 
Quinlan shook his head, the locs that had fallen loose from his hair tie bouncing off his chin with the force of it. 
“You’re just as tired as I am,” he insisted, “and we should be safe enough here. The Force will look after us for a few hours.” 
“Then I’ll meditate. You’re the one who was thrown around, and that way I can still keep an eye out in the Force for any problems,” Obi-Wan said, looking away from him as his face heated uncomfortably. “Just in case. I’ll be fine.”
Maybe it was the guilt making him feel this way, he wasn’t sure. Something in him was screaming to not get into that bed with Quinlan. He moved towards the chair tucked into the corner in hopes it might have a cushion he could move to the floor. Admittedly though, he couldn't actually tell if it had padding at all in low light.
“Don’t be stupid, Kenobi. You that afraid of sharing a bed with me?” Quinlan scoffed with a roll of his eyes. He grabbed Obi-Wan's wrist, stopping him in his tracks.
Obi-Wan stole a glance at him, unsure if it would be weirder to stay turned away or to look at him. A smirk was crawling across the Kiffar's face, dimmed as it was by the teen's exhaustion.  Quinlan’s gloves rubbed against the skin of his inner arm, and it was all he could do to not yank it away.
“I just don’t think there will be enough space with your injury,” he said finally. “Not to mention with the way you toss and turn, I’d get a more restful sleep on the ground.” 
The Force pinged with the half truth and he knew that Quinlan had caught it. It was the only answer he could come up with that spoke to this feeling of unease. The only answer he was willing to admit to.
“It’ll be fine for a few hours. We should be able to fit if at least one of us sleeps on our side. Besides, then you can keep an extra close eye on me, doc.” Quinlan wiggled his eyebrows at him.
Obi-Wan felt the heat in his face start to rise again, but he willed it away with a roll of his eyes. He was honestly too tired to keep arguing the point, uneasy or not.
"Fine, but you're the one sleeping on your back. Otherwise I think you may accidentally suffocate me in my sleep." 
“Hah, kinky,” Quinlan wheezed out a laugh, reaching for his side in an aborted movement.
Worry seized in Obi-Wan's stomach, strong enough that Quinlan seemed to feel it through his shielding. His Force presence, tinged with mild pain, brushed against the spiky worry.
Selfishly, Obi-Wan let himself be soothed.
“Lay down first; I’ll crawl on from the end once you’ve situated yourself,” he said after a moment.
Quinlan didn't argue any further, radiating satisfaction from getting his way, and let himself fall onto the bed with a pained 'oomf'. Obi-Wan reached out as if to help in some way but was waved off. Once Quinlan was situated as comfortable as he could make himself, he reached up to tug his hair tie free from the few locs it still pulled back. 
Only then did Obi-Wan feel ready to risk laying on the bed himself. The two of them – nearly grown by the standards of their species – were pushing the limit of what the bed could handle, but they both managed to achieve some semblance of comfort. Heart racing frantically, he forced himself to relax.
Quinlan turned that tired smirk back onto him again. “See? Was that so difficult?”
“Ask me again after we’ve actually slept.”
“Always a critic…”
“I am not!”
Quinlan didn’t bother responding. Instead, he just laughed and laughed at the indignant expression that was surely on Obi-Wan’s face. Obi-Wan huffed and let his head fall into the crook of his arm, warm with the sound of his friend’s amusement. Exhaustion was quickly overtaking them both now that they were no longer standing.
It didn’t take long for Quinlan to drift off into sleep, a small grin still on his face. Finally safe. Finally able to slow down.
Rest didn’t come as easily for Obi-Wan.
He felt warm, unreasonably warm, and not just from the heat Quinlan was radiating. Weary to the bone, and yet sleep didn’t come for hours. Some part of it might've been the worry that plagued him all night, the need he felt to keep watch while Quinlan rested his injury.
That wasn’t all of it. He knew it wasn’t.
Something still felt off – with him, with the situation. Something he couldn’t parse out or maybe didn’t want to parse out. 
(Something that was tickling in the back of his head, in his chest, in his stomach.)
This was far from the first time they had shared a bed – they’d done it multiple times during the Stark Space War, and even once or twice on more recent missions. Sharing beds in general was common for initiates (though Quinlan largely grew up away from the Temple) when they needed the touch and comfort that was key for growing up healthy.
Being in bed with Quinlan was nothing new.
So why did it feel like something was different?
Obi-Wan huffed, pressing his back against the wall so he could get a better view of the room. Quinlan shifted in response, murmuring quietly before settling with his face turned towards him.
His hair was spread out around him like a halo, like in Nabooian stained glass portraits. He looked surprisingly relaxed for all that he was stuck sleeping on his back with a cracked rib. 
Obi-Wan wanted to laugh at the way his mouth was hanging open like a youngling, a single loc dangerously close to falling inside. He reached out and delicately brushed it from Quinlan's face, careful not to wake him.
With warm cheeks, Obi-Wan snatched his hand back as if he’d been burned.
What the kriff was he doing?
Quinlan was his best friend, outside of Bant. Quinlan might be his best friend, period, actually. Regardless, tender was not an emotion he would ascribe to their relationship.
And yet…
His chest felt bruised, looking at him. Like he was the one who had cracked a rib. There was so much he already knew about Quinlan – how he looked when he was mad, when he was sad, when he was showing off, when he was euphoric over a grift gone right – and yet he longed to know more. 
Longed to know what he looked like when blissfully happy.
Longed to know what it felt like to kiss him. 
Obi-Wan dropped down to hide his face in his arms again. Unwilling to face the truth he had been ignoring this entire mission. From maybe even before this mission. If he had it his way he would keep ignoring it, keep repressing it (something his lineage was great at), but faced with this familiar closeness… Well, he was only human. 
He had a crush on his best friend. 
Which meant he was truly and utterly karked. 
Sleep was further from reach than ever. 
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jebiknights · 6 days
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I think it's hilarious that most side media both canon and legends I think tells us that not only do initiates live communally but the Padawans seem to as well, living in dorms, but fandom has collectively decided that Padawans live with their Masters. Personally I'm always torn about it because I think world building wise and thematically it does make much more sense for the Padawans and under to live communally but I also love them being close quarters with their Masters. I guess the easy solution would be for the Jedi Masters to have a spare room that the Padawan can sleep in when they want or need to, while still maintaining a spot in the dorms. Either way it's fun to think about.
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Honestly I think their tone is the biggest thing. Like I think Anakin probably uses nicknames like "handsome", "beautiful", and even "babe" (he just seems like a babe guy to me), but also they often turn their titles and names flirty just by how they say it. Rex didn't even realize "Captain" could sound that... charged until Anakin called him that off duty while flirting. And he has a specific way of saying "sir" that makes Anakin turn BRIGHT RED with no hesitation.
I'm also an "everyone who is truly close to Anakin calls him 'Ani'" truther - family and romantic partners. Ahsoka is the only one who I can't see calling him that.
Guys what would Anakin’s and Rex’s pet names be? I feel like Rex might use Skyguy but that also feels like it’s just a thing for Anakin and Ahsoka (not in a ship way in a siblings way)
But he also might use it just to annoy Anakin, like in tcw movie when Rex lightly made fun of the nickname
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People seem to think that a lot of Anakin's (and Obi-Wan's) problems would be solved by Anakin having a different Jedi Master, but tbh I think most of these problems could've been solved by putting Anakin in the creche for a year or two before having Obi-Wan take him on as a Padawan. It's extremely common for Jedi to "claim" Padawans and vice versa while they are still initiates, so they can both know they will be partnered together when it is time.
This gives Obi-Wan time to be a Knight on his own and it gives him time to grieve. Might be good for him to spend some time not being part of a duo. Maybe even go to therapy that I'm not sure he had time for otherwise. This gives Obi-Wan time to prepare too. We can all acknowledge Obi-Wan enjoys teaching though he doesn't feel like he was a good enough one for Anakin. So this gives him time to prepare for being a teacher, seek out advice before he is saddled with a child 24/7 as opposed to during Anakin's occasional study hall or Benduday free time.
It also gives Anakin time to not only catch up to his age mates in school and Jedi stuff but to spend time among his peers and potentially make actual friends. It's something he seemed to struggle with in canon and not being promoted immediately to Padawan but spending time as an initiate likely would've done wonders for him socially. I think having that time for them to grow and then to have Obi-Wan still decide to choose Anakin after that time would do wonders for his insecurities.
Aside from the benefits of being more immersed in the communal aspects of the culture, I think waiting for him to become a Padawan may also make it easier to hold off Palpatine, depending on which canon you consider for when he starts to groom him. Easier to justify keeping him away when Anakin is just an initiate, not a full on apprentice yet.
Idk if you asked me what my ideal fix it would be for Anakin, this would probably be my starting point.
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