#and that a master who will not/can not do that is abusive and obi-wan should be removed to a more traditional family enviornment w/mandos
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I said a little bit about this in a comment a few hours ago (hey kenny) and I actually really felt like saying more.
For all that gay people/Tumblr people/AO3 peope/waves hand are really, really into found family they are actually pretty allergic to conceptualizing familial relationships outside of nuclear family roles.
I see a billion posts on Tumblr about how friendships can be just as important as romantic relationships, if not more, but nobody ever actually writes the friendship as important as a romantic relationship. Or friendships are interpreted as romantic, or friendships are sidelined for the romantic relationship. It's always a weird disparity between what people say are important and people actually find important for me.
So when we do step out of romantic relationship and into gen relationships, we typically enter the trope world of #foundfamily. But the same kind of flattening of characters for the sake of shoving them into yaoi ghost archetypes honestly also really happens with family relationships.
There is always a dad. There's always a mom. There's always siblings (frequently the canon female love interest). Maybe an uncle? Ex-wife if we are feeling sexy that day.
I really rarely see people interested in #foundfamily relationships outside of those boxes. It is overwhelmingly, entirely American-centric. There's no recognition of the unbelievable diversity and breadth of human relationships, or the very many ways there are to love somebody. In fanfic, if there's a much older male character emotional close to younger characters, he's dad mode. And the relationship then follows the character and story beats of the father-child relationship intended to draw out those fuzzy family feelings. Damn, I read found family stuff to get away from the intense claustrophobia of the fandom's favorite ship, I'm not here to get family yaoi ghosted here too.
I think you can create a very unique and engaging relationship if you're wiling to engage with the unknown and uncomfortable. Make a path without the paint by numbers story beats and character arcs. Please stop letting tropes rule your writing instead of construct it.
Write stories about love. Write relationships about loving each other. Just start from there, and don't worry about anything else. Create a relationship that is its own. Let it breathe. It can stand on its own two feet. It'll be a richer relationship and a richer story.
#nothing in particular is sparking this it's just on my mind.#my writing#i can give a shitton of examples but I don't want to specify this too hard#didn't know i could get aro spectrum on main about gen fic but im capable of many beautiful things#the way that absolutely everybody does this makes a lot of star wars and batman fic extremely boring#oh and like im not even going into how turning relationships romantic can often really flatten a character and a relationship#that's obvious and we know.#also sw fandom got VERY WEIRD and very western centric to the point of being iffy#about how acknowledging a master&padawan as father&son is 'good end' and desirable#and that a master who will not/can not do that is abusive and obi-wan should be removed to a more traditional family enviornment w/mandos#weird. i read a lot of babywan. ppl are still freaks about quigon. anyway
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Random thing that annoys me for no reason is when people make human au Maul and they make him white. Why would you do that to him. What do you have against brown punks who kill.
#hm i should make an original post tag#maul#darth maul#to ME he should look native brazilian. i am giving him face/body paintings and beautiful brown eyes.#idk about north american natives but brazilian natives are really into face/body painting#usually geometric line patterns in black with red base and/or details#the specific patterns have to do with culture‚ age‚ social standing and stuff#which is like. perfect translation of zabrak tattoos into a human context#why go the coward route and make him a white punk with red dyed hair and black eyeshadow when you can be interesting#explore the fact that he was a child who was removed from his culture and only knows of it what he carries on his skin#make him an outcast due to his identity first and by choice second#he's not just some random scary looking guy with a grudge against obi-wan#he's a guy taken from his people and raised for violence by an abusive master
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I got an idea that Plo undercovering to clone slavery market place with Wolffe because I wanted.
Jedi Order had received worrying news that many Clone troopers are lost in underworld, and some body of them found in sewer, with the evidence of many abuse and torture.
Jedi suspected Clone abduction and slavery, but it was not easy to find any clue of the criminals, and yet numbers of the victims is rising everyday.
Plo Koon was one of the Jedi who was tasked to track down the slavery, and he was so concerned about abducted Clones, since he had many experience about trafficking and slavery from the time when he was working as a seeker. Jedi knew he had experience, and slightly not-so-concerned about him.
Plo: I will serve the Order, Masters.(quietly leaves room)
Mace: ...He will going to use that lightning.
Obi-wan: What lightning?
Yoda: Strong assurance, indeed I have.
Of course the tracking of the slavery was not easy task. They ran away fast, and performed act quickly. With no evidence or clue.
One day, Wolffe talked to Plo, about the new plan he made for hunting.
Wolffe: General, I want to propose you to undercover the role as a slaver.
Plo: I am not satisfied about the plan, but there's no time for more consideration.
Wolffe: Thank you sir. Don't worry, I will be by your side as a slave.
Plo: No need to thank wait what!?
Wolffe plan is like this: Him, as a lost clone, will be sold to slavery, and Plo will act as a slaver who abducted Clone and want to sell him. Since Clones all have same faces, and Kel-Dor are not easy to tell apart by their appearance for other sentients, it sill be easy to undercover without suspect.
Plo of course horrified by the plan. He didn't wanted to act as a criminal, but if that's a duty he will, but letting his man to be abducted to criminals? He tried to convince Wolffe, but he was so determined for his brothers.
Wolffe: I know it is very difficult and disturbing role for you, General. And I am deeply sorry for proposing this.
Plo: There should be other way-
Wolffe: But the troopers were missing in every day, even in our battalion had a missing brothers, we don't even know if he is still alive or dead, or worse.
Wolffe: I want to make sure for my troopers to be safe. At least safe from one thing, the thing that no other than Jedi had concerned about. Please General, if this succeeds, we can make great progress for the hunting.
Plo: ...
Comet: (suddenly appeared) But why you, Commander? We are Clones too, it is too risky to let you go when there's a risk about losing Clone Commander.
Boost: Yes, we can go there, you don't have too...
Wolffe: No.
Sinker: But...
Wolffe: No. Never. I would not let my mans to go in danger under my command.
Plo: (heart broken in million pieces and still calmly collecting them) I will make sure you will be safe, Wolffe.
...and how do I end this... um...
So... few days later, there was a sudden lightning in underworld's sewer, and some fried(but alive) slavers founded, Corries arrested them(with some punches), and many lost Clones came back to their brothers, and Wolffe never shut down his mouth while he was proudly announcing Fox(having headaches) about how his General awesomely took care of those assholes with bare hand and lightning, in the bedside he was recovering from abuse of slavery.
Plo calmly explained about the act at the sewer, with no regrets, and Councils were like "yes we knew you would fry them, you had history"
And Wolffe got banned from cookie store in 104th battalion's kitchen because of his reckless plan and making his brothers worried.
Wolffe: I found our brothers and this is how you treating me!?
Comet: Yes. I would never forgive you for making us worried.
Boost: And all of the cookies will be mine. Yummy!
Sinker: Hey, give me that jar Boost!
Wildfire: Cookies? COOKIES!!
Warthog: MINE MINE MINE
Wolffe: (witnessing his brothers' mess at kitchen with headache by the number)
Plo: (making notes about getting troopers more cookies)
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Warnings: this is going to be a multi part series and it's going to be angsty cause I am in my feels. Female reader, Padmé and Anakin were together but had a healthy break up, Jedi reader so forbidden love
This story takes plays in Clone Wars yet many events have been changed (like the meeting of Ashoka and Anakin... don't worry the sibling energy is still there.)
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The meeting ended way faster than it was planned due to… you guessed it, a surprise attack. Both me and Anakin fought with great intensity and when it was over, we had won every Senator over. Our job was done. And so after bidding goodbye, we headed towards our ship. Anakin sat in the driving compartment ready to pilot the ship back to the Temple and I joined him.
A comfortable silence enveloped us, safety and protection radiated from him and sooner than later I felt myself slip into a much-needed slumber.
A set of plain dark grey doors stood tall before me, and as I reached to open them my hand came short several centimetres under the handles. A tall black man called Windu stood beside me, silently assessing me. I stood on my tiptoes and opened the doors. Several pairs of eyes turned towards me and I felt myself shrink back. Master Windu placed his hand on my shoulder and gave me a slight push while whispering "It will be alright".
My feet carried me to the buffet of the cafeteria and my mouth watered at the sight of the plethora of food. I wasn't used to it and my stomach growled as the minutes flew by. In the end, I chose rice with some chicken because I knew that even though I could eat anything on the table my stomach wouldn't be able to handle more than that. I headed towards the far side of the room, where next to no one was sitting.
A blond boy suddenly appears in front of me, startling me. He has a kind face, that is framed by shortcutted hair and a small braid, a padawan. He smiles at me as he examines me.
"Hi, I am Anakin. You can join me and the rest of the padawans if you want to."
"No thank you."
"Are you shy? Or just really stuck up? Because there is this girl Jade…" He says maliciously. "Well let's just say that no one likes Jade."
I snort a small chuckle and he laughs at me.
"Is it okay if I come and sit with you?"
"Sure," I said back to him.
He simply rushes back to his table and grabs his lunch before coming back to the table. He lets his tray down with a thud and he beams at me with a toothy smile, some of his teeth are missing, as he sits down. He must be older than me by a year or so or two.
"I see you chose the chicken. Good choice but it is a bit like a tyre you know, probably overcooked. You should try the roasted beef next time. It is simply great."
The ship rocks side to side being caught in a star storm, a hushed curse sounds as I shift my position trying to get comfortable.
My body is covered in sweat and I pant like crazy. My sides burn like there is no tomorrow.
"Again?" Anakin asks with a smirk.
"I hate you"
"Oh come on, trouble. I am sure you will beat me next time."
I roll my eyes at the nickname. You crash five fighter jets and set only two fires and suddenly you are a pariah. Anakin was the only one who defended me because somehow he had figured out that I wanted to go home or to what was left of it. He stopped me at the last minute and he crashed three out of the five jets.
Training with Anakin late at night when the whole Temple rested. When the nightmares started nothing could calm me down. The sleepless nights started to catch up with me, and the dark circles that adorned my eyes were prominent. After a while, he suggested joining me when trying to fall asleep like we used to do when we were little. And for a time it worked and then they got worse. He believed they were just nightmares but they were memories of the abuse and the destruction.
Then Master Obi-Wan said that we had both fallen back on our training and that we should be focused only on that. That was our priority. And so one late night in the training room turned to hundred and to thousand. We would fight to the brink of exhaustion and then we would turn off like lights.
In the meantime, we have both grown. My body started to turn more feminine, and curves showed up, attracting creepy stares from the boys and glares from the girls. Anakin on the other side gained a lot of height, surpassing me by a full head. His once lean body slowly became more muscular, and his shoulders were broadened.
I examined him as we both tried to gain our breath.
As he was still trying to calm down, I lunged at him. Raising my lightsabers, trying to disarm me. His quick reflexes were his saviour. Our sabers clashed as we attacked and defended ourselves. It was like a dance, a brutal one and we matched each other. No one could know for how long we stayed there until he missed a step and went down like a sack of potatoes.
"That … was not … fair. I was caught off guard." He says breathlessly.
"Say that… to your enemy… next time." I say to him smirking and I grab his outstretched arm, pulling him up.
"I miss the days when I did all the talking. You were less mean." He says with a pout and I laugh at him. Little did I know that would be the last time I would see him for six months.
I feel someone move me from my sitting position and being laid down on the reclined chair. A light duvet covers my body. His familiar scent fills my nostrils and drifts me back to sleep.
Master Windu watches me from the top of the stadium and his encouragement comes to me in waves through the Force. Today I gained my knighthood. And after all of the struggles and challenges, this moment of that day is not my favourite.
I found myself unable to sleep so I took a walk through the Temple. I tried to meditate. Still, I feel on edge, some would say that it is because of my achievement of becoming a Jedi Knight. I wander in the aircraft zone, his favourite place. I need to feel close to him, now more than ever. A few months ago he left for the war front with some other padawans and Jedis, for some reason, I was not approved to follow. At least not yet.
I see a craft landing and I hide behind a pillar, holding tightly one of my lightsabers in my hand, ready to attack.
A deep voice sounds. "I already told you, Master. I didn't not hint that-"
"That is the problem with you you never think." A familiar voice said. Obi-Wan's voice sounds tired and full of panic. "You could have been killed."
"Don't say that Master. I didn't do anything wrong." The deep voice says mischievously, his voice laced with mirth.
"Oh really. Well, I guess there is nothing wrong with jumping off of jets, and completely trusting your life on a droid, no offence Artoo, or challenging your opponents. You are being reckless."
I slowly pull myself out from my hiding space trying to get a better look at the two approaching figures. Obi-Wan is the same, only his robes are more tattered and he looks bone tired as he moves at the pace of a sloth.
The figure next to him wears dark clothes blending in the dark night sky. Yet I am able to make him out. His blond hair has grown from his short spiky haircut. He seems even taller and his body more muscular than it was. It fits snuggly against his armour. Ani, he is here, he is back.
Without a second thought, I sprint towards him and jump on top of him. He staggers back by the force of the sudden impact. His arms shoot out to catch me as he gains his footing.
"Hey, trouble. I missed you." He whispers into the skin of my neck as he buries his head in the crook of my neck, breathing me in. His arms tighten around me and I wrap my legs around his waist. He is solid, covered in hard muscle and almost double in size. His voice is several octaves lower than it used to be. Everything about him makes my stomach roll and coil into a knot. That's when it all started. Since then I could not pull my eyes from him. Since then I could not stop thinking and fantasizing about him.
I am woken up by the rumble of the edges shutting down. I blink the sleepiness away and pull myself up ready to head towards my room. A hand grabs mine, stopping me on the spot.
"You look beautiful, you know. You should wear dresses more often." He says as he looks at me with a loving gaze. I blush harshly as he walks away, only turning his gaze back to me to say "Goodnight, trouble."
My eyesight finds the first reflective surface and I take a long look at my appearance. My hair had fallen from the messy curled bun Padmé had somehow made at the top of my head. The dress truly compliments my figure, making every curve stand out, daunting every man to take a look. Yet my strong arms stand out, in contrast to the soft aspects of my body making me look like a true fighter. Making me look like a Greek goddess.
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#anakin skywalker x female reader#anakin skywalker x you#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin skywalker fluff
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people can’t say obi-wan and the other jedi never even tried to help anakin adjust or teach anakin “properly” when literally anakin is holding anakin back. palpatine is helping him hold himself back by encouraging misbehavior and unhealthy attitudes but to say that everyone else bullied him for not getting their way of life? is Wrong.
anakin is just intent on self destructing and taking as many people with him as he can. y’know the whole galaxy. adult anakin cares abt what anakin wants only and everyone else is apparently oppressing him by telling him “hey maybe don’t do that? maybe have some self control? maybe don’t hold onto things that you have no say over?” like anakin has major issues he doesn’t try or want to work through, he’s just angrily stewing in them? he’s bitter? obsessing abt it?
so whenever anakin feels like some evil unfair plot is happening against him, he goes to palpatine and palpatine is over here going “yes anakin my boy everything you do is right, you’re correct abt everything, you’re the best of them all and what does master kenobi know anyway? he’s not special and powerful like you! and he knows that so he tries to put you down!” bc it’s an ego boost. anakin would rather be told that he’s great and above them and valid in his angsty feelings all the time than any honesty.
he’d take palpatine’s manipulation/ass kissing over obi-wan genuinely just attempting to guide him and wanting him to better himself. sometimes the things you don’t wanna hear are the things you NEED to hear. it’s his personality + the way he grew up + palpatine whispering in his ear + him generally not meshing well with the jedi life but forcing it for his reasons anyway. but it can’t just be “Well They’re Mean Abusive Jerks And Therefore Deserved To Be Genocided By This Angry Messed Up Guy Who Deemed That His Wife Deserved To Live More Than Them! If Only They Were Nicer To This Maniac! Just Let Him Have Babies, That’ll Solve Everything!”
If, at any point, Anakin had just walked up to the Jedi and told them about his issues outright, they'd have helped him through it. So the idea that the Jedi didn't help is a self-inflicted problem on his part.
Giving Anakin everything he wants isn't going to help with anything. As, first off, when you cave to someone's demands like that it's only a matter of time before they start making more demands to get more things they want. And secondly because Anakin's issue wasn't the forbidden nature of his marriage to Padme, it was his obsessive attachment to her that would presumably not go away if their relationship was endorsed by the Jedi Council.
Like if the Jedi just accepted his relationship, the vision's of Padme's death would still and Anakin would still be willing to betray everyone else he loved in her name. If he received the rank of Jedi Master he'd probably think they're not appreciating him enough, and so on.
Palpatine's role in this all is to exploit Anakin's issues and egg him on into believing it's the Jedi's fault for not giving him everything he wants. Which, over the years, makes it worse as he listens to the tempting lie of "You should get what you want and it's wrong for you to be denied it" rather than improving himself.
#Star Wars#Anakin Skywalker critical#I still hate using the Anakin critical tag because he's supposed to be like this but hey#Pro Jedi#Jedi Defense
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[FIC] To Be Free Once More (That's Worth Fighting For) ~ Star Wars: Prequels ~ Fox/Obi-Wan ~ Mature ~ Ch 15/15 COMPLETE
Title: To Be Free Once More (That's Worth Fighting For)
Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Era
Series: Your Hands Protect the Flame
Author: Batsutousai
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Alternate Universe, Qui-Gon survives, Jedi Shadow!Obi-Wan, Jedi culture positive, Coruscant Guard deserve better, clone trooper dehumanisation, institutional abuse, discrimination, learning to trust, Jedi and clone trooper relationships, strangers to friends to lovers, idiots in love, trans/nonbinary/agender clone troopers, trans/nonbinary/agender Jedi, character deaths (Palpatine, some Corries, offscreen Jedi OCs; more detail in notes of relevant chapters)
Summary: As a Jedi Shadow, Obi-Wan hadn't expected to have much to do with the clone troopers. Until, suddenly, he does.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
He didn't have long to relax into the comfort of the sound of Fox's laughter, because then they said, "Speaking of padawans, I heard you were thinking to...how do Jedi say it? Not 'adopt', right?"
"Who told?" Obi-Wan demanded.
Fox tapped their helmet, where it was set next to them on the ground. "It was in command chat," they admitted.
Obi-Wan groaned and rubbed at his face, because, okay, yeah, he...probably should have suspected something like that. "We would say 'take a padawan'," he offered a bit helplessly, "but there's more involved than just pointing to a padawan and saying 'that one is mine, now'."
"You have to ask them," Fox said, not quite a question.
"I do, and they would have the right to say 'no'. So, too, would their crèchemaster or the Council of Reassignment, if concerns were brought to them about our compatibility or either of our conduct." He sighed. "And, because I'm a shadow, the Master of Shadows has the final say about my taking a padawan, although I don't think she'll take any issue, beyond being much stricter about what missions I'm allowed to take."
Fox nodded, brow furrowed. "Is any of that...likely to be a problem?"
Obi-Wan shrugged. "Unlikely. There might be some concern, about her being my first padawan, but, well, I did help Quin with Aayla a fair bit, and Yoda's been trying to get me to take a padawan for a few years. Which isn't to say it's a sure thing, but he wouldn't be pushing if he thought the Council of Reassignment would refuse my bid for a padawan because of my recent conduct."
Fox nodded again, then looked up and met Obi-Wan's gaze. "Then...why are you worried?"
Obi-Wan felt his mouth turn with a smile that felt slightly strained. "It's..." He sighed and rubbed a hand over his mouth. "You're...probably going to say it's stupid."
Fox squinted at him. "Is it?" they asked.
Obi-Wan made a face—he probably deserved that—then hesitantly admitted, "I didn't want to ask her, only for it to turn out you two didn't get along."
Fox blinked once, twice, and then warm embarrassment filled their bond, and they ducked their head. "Oh," they said, and cleared their throat.
Read it on Archive of Our Own!
Reminder to please reblog this post, so you can share this happy ending with your followers.
#foxwan#foxywan#pairing:Fox x Obi-Wan Kenobi#fandom:star wars#fic:To Be Free Once More (That's Worth Fighting For)#series:Your Hands Protect the Flame
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2024 Jinnobi Challenge
Hello everyone! It’s March which means it’s time for me to be really early about mentioning the Jinnobi Challenge happening in August! This is the 8th annual Jinnobi Challenge and it feels very strange to write this and know this all started back in 2017 when I was lamenting the lack of Qui/Obi challenges. Well now there are several that happen every year and they are always worth checking out! (previous master lists of the Jinnobi Challenge submissions : 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023).
So here’s all the info and FAQ for those who are thinking of participating in this Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon challenge (I will repost this info periodically as it gets closer to August).
When is it?: The challenge will run from August 1 – August 31. Any Jinnobi work you submit must be complete and it must be submitted sometime during August 1 – August 31. You have from now until August to work on submissions. PLEASE DO NOT POST YOUR SUBMISSION BEFORE THE CHALLENGE STARTS. Due to time differences in various countries, I do allow people to post on September 1st.
Who can enter: The challenge is open to writers, artists and everyone in between. Art, poetry, photo manips, videos, gifsets, fanfiction, it’s all welcome. There’s no theme except it has to be Obi-Wan Kenobi/Qui-Gon Jinn. It can be set during the prequels, the originals, the Kenobi show, or an AU. It’s up to you. You can submit multiple entries too if you’d like. For fic writers there’s no limit on the length of your fic(s).
How to enter: When August 1st, comes around you’re welcome to post your complete work on whatever social network or fanfiction site you are comfortable using. Please tag your work (if the site allows you to tag) with the tag Jinnobi Challenge 2024 or The Jinnobi Challenge 2024 whether it’s a fic, art, or a post. Message me with a link to your work (or links, if you submit more than one work), once you’ve published it so I know to put it on the master list!
I can also be reached on A03, but I tend to check tumblr much more regularly so if you want a fast response, I recommend contacting me via that.
Rules:
1. No underage relationships. (underage = below 18 years of age)
2. No Abuse or Noncon between the main pairing (Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon)
3. If you post anything triggering, please tag it with the appropriate warnings
4. Your fic must have a rating on it (the challenge is open to all ratings)
5. If you’re posting a long WIP, the first chapter must be posted on or after August 1, and the last chapter has to be posted before August 31, so I don’t recommend it unless you know you can get it done in that time.
FAQ:
What if I don’t have anything ready, but I do have a Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan work I happened to post in August?: As long as the quiobi work was complete and was posted between the 1st – 31st of August 2024, you can tag it ‘Jinnobi Challenge 2024’ and enter it in the challenge.
What if it’s not slash?: This challenge celebrates the Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan ship. Pre-slash is fine, just please no ‘Qui-Gon as a parental figure to Obi-Wan’ fics as that is not what this challenge is about.
What if it’s a fic in a series?: if it’s a standalone complete story in a series than yes, it qualifies.
What if I already entered it in a different quiobi fic challenge?: The fic must be a new fic posted in August 2024 (no reposting old works unless it’s an extreme rewrite to basically be nothing like the original) and it must be complete. It’s ok with me if it is tagged in another challenge as long as it meets the guidelines for this challenge but you’ll want to check if it’s ok with the other challenge you posted it in.
What if it’s Obi/Qui/others? Or there’s Obi/other, Qui/other, but still Qui/Obi?: The main pairing should still be Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon, even if it’s poly, or if there are other partners or past/present relationships.
Does it have to follow a prompt?: No. As long as it’s Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan and complete it can be about anything. If you want a prompt to work with here are a few you can choose to use for inspiration:
People assuming the characters are a married couple/accidental marriage
2. Someone gets sick
3. Sharing a home/quarters for the first time.
4. Quiobi in a different genre than sci-fi (i.e. fantasy, western, supernatural, historical romance, etc)
5. First kiss
Can be as angsty, fluffy, or as AU as you want as long as it follows the rules of the challenge.
Is there a prize this year?: Yes! I want to continue having a prize each year. And this year is a repeat of the 2021 Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan poster! (yes I do actually have more than one copy of this 90’s poster magazine) The link about that prize information is right here, as nothing has really changed since 2021, except that I now hold the challenge in August, not October, so ignore the dates in the original post.
By the first or second week of September, I’ll put up a master post with links to all the amazing stuff everyone has created!!!
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this is me asking about qui-gon
thank you, dear. You're a real one.
For the last several weeks, I have been running into people shitting on Qui-Gon in every tag on every platform I go on. And I am emotionally bored and intellectually fascinated with this take.
It's like there is this dichotomy in the Obi-Wan side of Star Wars fandom (we are disregarding the anti-Jedi people rn because I respect zero of them and zero of their takes).
Qui-Gon was the worst and cannot be redeemed. He is nothing but an abuser and never did he ever like, let along love, Obi-Wan.
Qui-Gon was the softest, most gentle master ever. He only ever loved Obi-Wan and tenderly taught him how to be a jedi while also being his adoring jedi-father.
Naturally, as someone who has read a few of the Jedi Apprentice stories, begrudgingly watched The Phantom Menace, and recently seen the Kenobi show, I am just baffled by both of these takes.
To start, TPM and the Kenobi show are all about Obi-Wan grieving his master, and then trying to reconnect with his master, so that is clear and obvious so we will set that to the side.
JA Obi-Wan, however, is honestly hysterical in how annoying, disobedient, and bratty he is.
And like, maybe I don't agree that Qui-Gon should have left him in a Civil War, but in these books I read Qui-Gon as an adult who has been through some serious shit (lost a child, lost a master, lost a partner) and who has been pressured into taking care of an especially energetic, overenthusiastic dependent with pre-existing self-worth issues before he himself is ready to. He is also someone who's teaching style involves allowing a child to see the consequences of their actions and stepping in only when the child is truly out of their depth, which is also a form of compassionate teaching that respects a young person's agency, believe it or not--so his methods and general being is not inherently good or inherently bad.
But forgive me, I am applying nuance to a character. I must digress.
I think what baffles and fascinates me about fandom tendencies towards Qui-Gon is
1) They are almost entirely fandom-made, and rather than do their own research and thinking, folks are by and large content to just do what everyone else is doing.
2) Even when people do go back and read the source material for Legends, they come at it with a fandom bias which they then do not recognize/point out in their analyses, which is hilarious and so faux-intellectual I want to ask them if they feel very very smart.
3) Qui-Gon exists in fandom almost entirely to further Obi-Wan whump narratives.
To be clear, I'm okay with that last point because Obi-Wan whump is like, a whole narrative in Star Wars itself (although I personally, can only endure so much Obi-whump as I prefer characters with agency in their stories), but it does make me wonder if people ever think about Qui-Gon as a character on his own.
The answer is no. Don't worry, I'm not that naive.
Anyways, I just wish there was some variety in the tags and that one could find material on Qui-Gon without having to navigate the 'Qui-Gon Jinn's A+ Parenting' 'Qui-Gon is a good jedi but not a good man' 'Qui-Gon is a good master' tags.
Like it should be ludicrous and hilarious to people that this minor character is so polarized in fandom that you have to tag things like that such that one trench of people doesn't come in and attack you in your comments section.
It's wild!!
I truly hope people can look at what they're doing and go 'oh, this is actually absurd' because just admitting that might help us in the longer term to write interesting stories.
Thank you for letting me rant ❤
#qui-gon jinn#fic#also I have written so many fics that actually explore Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan's relationship#and anti-qui-gon people still just flagrantly read them according to their own biases and comment on them thusly#and I am flummoxed I tell you!! Flummoxed!#read the room please!#I am not a qui-gon apologist but I do find him interesting and I find his relationship with Obi-Wan and its growth#to be the most interesting thing about them
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While Robert Kirkman and friends have made it clear they have no immediate plans for characters outside of US G1 for now, I'm once again pondering what might be done in the near or far future with certain characters. Admittedly some of this is also because I know there are certain characters Earthspark won't touch for anything, even if they might have some use there, because Mae Catt was told she couldn't make them gay couples.
Anyway, my rambling will start with one character that was screwed over hard in IDW and really deserves more of a chance to shine, especially given how nice his Haslab and third-party figures are. I'll probably do this for other characters later. So let's start with the biggest victim of IDW's writing - Star Saber.
Star Saber is someone who got a REALLY bad look in IDW thanks to his characterization being based on the one from James Roberts's shitty fanfic, to the point Hasbro has essentially done an about-face with him everywhere else. Knowing that Hasbro won't return to the insane religious fundamentalist that he was mutilated into is already a relief. Still, there is something to the idea that if Optimus and presumably Rodimus aren't going to be gone for volumes at a time as the leader of the Autobots, there may be another role Star Saber can fit into in the Energon Universe.
Swordsman/Master of Metallikato -
One of the ideas in Transformers lore that has existed since the Furman run of the 1980s but has surprisingly never been elaborated on, even in IDW, was the idea of Metallikato. Metallikato is supposed to be a mysterious Cybertronian martial art thought lost to the ages, until the Decepticon Bludgeon began bragging to everyone within earshot that he was a master of the art, a combination of bare-handed fighting techniques and swordplay. While on occasion you get a Bot or Con who claims training in it, like Drft for example, it rarely gets elaborated on in any meaningful way.
Maybe it's my love of martial arts movies talking, but the idea of an ancient martial art in the tradition of kung fu movies being used to turn the tide of a civil war has a lot of potential. Star Saber being a master of Metallikato along with others, wondering if he should lend his blade to a partisan cause, only to find that bots like Bludgeon and Drift have made that choice for him. From there there's a ton of ideas that could sprawl from that, both sides wanting to train new Metallikato practitioners, the philosophical issues with lending a blade to a partisan cause, or the idea that a master would want power for themselves.
As an aside, if he were to show up in Earthspark, Saber training one of the Terrans in the mastery of Metallikato seems like it would be a pretty natural fit. Then again, considering what the rejected script with Drift looked like, I doubt they were entertaining such a notion.
The Single Dad in the galaxy -
While Star Wars may have abused the utter hell out of the framework of Lone Wolf and Cub since The Mandalorian became a hit (Bad Batch and Obi-Wan both try to replicate the core idea to much less success) one of the bigger parts of Star Saber's original characterization (which was ignored by IDW like everything else) was that he was essentially a father with an adopted child. A human child, named Jan.
The second episode of Transformers Victory actually has Star Saber doing paperwork to get Jan into a private school.
While, as noted before, the idea of a lone warrior traveling with a kid has been used a lot in recent years, there are definitely a lot of ways this could be taken that would be new to Transformers. The human element (or another alien if the EU goes that route) forcing Star Saber to interact with other people a lot more than he would have to otherwise. Hard to be the straight-laced, serious sword guy when you're worrying about your adopted kid being able to socialize with others and get an education. At the same time, there's definitely a lot of comedy to be milked out of such a setup. You just know the other Bots would groan whenever Saber shows pictures of his son.
The Super Robot Parody/Reconstruction -
Simon Furman, the quintessential Transformers writer guy, has been writing a lot of stuff for the mobile game Transformers: Earth Wars (and he also helped to write the script for the Earthspark game). In it, he has Star Saber as an active character, but as something of a worrywart/blowhard whose speeches about JUSTICE and other platitudes oftentimes rub his Autobot compatriots the wrong way. Then he fights and everyone is quickly reminded why he's the head instructor of the Autobot's War Academy.
As I mentioned in another post, the idea of a super robot parody is not one that Transformers has ever really dealt with despite having super robot elements in past shows, and Bang Brave Bang Bravern showing the potential of such a concept. Granted, I don't see Star Saber being nearly as...affectionate as Bravern can be, but the fact that Transformers hasn't played around with this parody concept outside of some flavor text in a mobile game few want to whale for is something that you think would have potential. Is he genuine about it or is this something he thinks is cool? How do the other Bots and Cons react? How do the humans? And what happens when they underestimate him and the end result has them lose to the weirdo?
Like I said before, I get not wanting to have the straight leader archetype if you're not planning to get rid of Optimus or Rodimus. But with the religious extremist angle having been rejected by just about everybody, there are ways to make Star Saber work in the Energon Universe and other animated material.
#transformers#macadam#transformers victory#star saber#transformers idw#transformers skybound#rambles#meta#Skybound#energon universe
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🥺 can we talk about how the entire first two episodes Obi-Wan is beyond paralyzed with fear???? I feel like this is important. This man has legit lifelong PTSS from what he went through.
Okay I just realized Imma need to put the exact same disclaimer here as I did for Jon Snow in season 6 of GOT: Obi-Wan is not a coward. He’s not ‘lost his spark’ or changed personality in a bad way. This is exactly where his character should be. PTSS is now called PTSS instead of PTSD because it’s not a disorder, it is a continual retriggering of events that might last the rest of your life. It’s a syndrome. It comes and goes. Obi-Wan will have good days, and he’ll flinch back from men who yell and in fear of his own lightsaber for the rest of his life.
People said Jon lost his personality because he was scared of fighting after coming back from the dead. You know what I saw? I saw him flinching back when adult men raised their voices. I saw him disassociate when they put him in a leasing position because the last time that happened he ended up dead. I saw him hide with Sansa, and the next season? When he was trapped in Dany’s Funhouse Of Dragons and Threats? You know what I saw? I saw him using the exact SAME coping mechanisms that Sansa did when she needed to get into the good graces of yet another crazy captor that wanted to use and abuse her. And he used all the same tactics she did to get in Dany’s good graces.
So. What I’m saying. Is that this is about to go the same way as that. Not him using abuse surviving tactics to get through someone holding him captive, but I can see the fans about to claim he’s lost his personality (tho maybe the watchers of SW are a bit more on board with the Obi-Whump train than the GOT fandom was… GOT fandom was fucking wild and I have like 57 reasons to think that) or that he’s cowering and hiding so he doesn’t get hurt.
Remember, this man never had a single therapy appointment for the shit the war put him through. Ventress? Yeah that was probably what actual hell was like what she did to him and I cannot imagine him recovering from that at all, much less with zero therapy. Slavery with Rex? Death Watch? That time he broke his fucking ribs on the front lines and it was probably the first time in his life he decided he could sit that one out? Man’s was havin a full flash of his life there. MORTIS???????? Yeah no that one needs lifelong therapy.
Then you get into the other trauma inducing shit in his life that his brain WILL decide to bring up in the middle of the night when he can’t sleep. Bandomeer? Xanatos and Bruck? Melida/Daan? All those random times he got sold or separated from his master and such over his padawanship? Hiding on Mandalore and getting the shit kicked out of him every time Death Watch caught up with them?
Yeah no this man has more than several lifetimes of trauma that are going to come up in the middle of the night. He’s afraid of his own goddamn lightsaber right now. Do you know what sort of trauma you have to endure to be afraid of a crystal that is literally bonded to your soul? Yeah a lot.
I’m just annoyed that they took away his crafting and toy making (making one single X wing from scraps is a poor substitute for the paints and crafts he would work with in the comics) and his pet Kryat and Bantha herd. He could have had hobbies and coping mechanisms. Instead he has quiet solitude and work so monotonous he probably has infinite time to think on his life and all his ‘mistakes’ in it.
Every single time someone else failed him, or blamed him… I promise you, he took those burdens on himself.
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9. what is your favorite fanfic for the fandom?
I always love finding out about people's favourite fics!!! Especially when I really like their meta and takes its like premium reading list
Hiiiii ❤️❤️❤️❤️
If you like what I have to say about Star Wars, I have a feeling you will already have read a lot of these, but I've sorted out the best of the best. Some of these do fit the meta I post, and some don't at all... my guilty pleasures. Please read the tags on all of them on AO3 before reading!
your body's broken, mine is bent by objectlesson (Anakin/Obi-Wan)
A story that starts when Anakin is very young detailing him realizing he can hurt himself for attention, and later allow Obi-Wan to fall into harms way to be allowed to touch him too. I love the description and secrecy and shame in this. It all builds up so perfectly to the climax of the story and is so finely crafted. This is the fic that tipped me over the edge to start writing obikin fics of my own, and now I get to be friends with the author! I'm also obsessed with her other fics waking up beside you I'm a loaded gun, Untouched, and make them new born believers when it comes to cultivating the perfect obikin dynamic. Do not even get my started on abnormal obikin dynamic (Master Anakin/Padawan Obi-Wan)
The Jedi Code by draculard (Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan, Anakin & Obi-Wan)
Obi-Wan was sexually abused by Qui-Gon, this story covers how it affected him and how it complicates his ability to be Anakin's master. I especially like the scenes in this of Padawan Obi-Wan trying and failing to get along with his fellow Padawans -- the relationship he has with his master sets him apart from them in such a humiliating way. The ending of this is also so intense and had a huge affect on how I interpret certain scenes in Star Wars/OWK. The same author has a similar fic called The Living Force, which I also love.
Penitentes Orate by Blaaake (Anakin/Obi-Wan)
A very sexy AU that I think about all the time -- Medieval Catholic monk Obi-Wan being manipulated by Anakin, who justifies that sex with him brings them both closer to God. I love all of the little details in this AU and the language in it is so so so good. Anakin is sixteen, of course. Obi-Wan having Catholic guilt goes exactly how one would imagine. This is another author that I'm so happy and so stunned that I get to be friends with! I also adore her non-AU fics Into the Fire and The Long Game. The perfect amount of guilt and OCD for Obi-Wan.
who do we call at the edge of night by hidden_humours (Anakin/Obi-Wan)
I read the first chapter of this at a crucial stage in the formation of my obikin dynamic. Anakin is such a little question asker in this, constantly manipulating and badgering Obi-Wan for more and more and more. Obi-Wan tries to hard to keep an appropriate professional relationship with his padawan, but Anakin is someone who tries to take what he wants and thinks he deserves it, on his seventeenth birthday no less!
What Tears Me Apart by mashimero (Anakin/Obi-Wan)
This is a short one, but very good. Anakin asleep next to Obi-Wan and rutting against him, Obi-Wan having feelings about it, and feelings about his feelings.
should you need to come undone by zaecula (Anakin/Obi-Wan)
Another fic that I read really early on in my obikin writing journey, and this one is bottom Anakin. Anakin is manipulative and ignores boundaries in it, which I love. Obi-Wan has been masturbating to the thought of Anakin since before he was willing to admit to himself what he was thinking, and he feels guilty about it. Of course Anakin eats it up.
like what i like by blahzarry (Anakin/Obi-Wan)
This is so outside of the dynamic/characterizations I ever write, but so sexy to me. Obi-Wan and Anakin have a weird brother/father/son relationship, but they talk about sex and they're like... womanizers together, for lack of a better word. I love to see Master/Padawan as titles being used in a BDSM way in universe, which is a big part of what this fic does for me. I love that they both have no boundaries in this, because you almost never get to see Obi-Wan let loose in such a way.
Sacred Things by LuvEwan (Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan)
Qui-Gon takes advantage of Obi-Wan in this fic, and he knows it. Obi-Wan wants him and Qui-Gon is unable to deny himself, even though he knows it's wrong. I'm not used to seeing/thinking about Qui-Gon guilt, so it's really interesting to imagine that he might have moments like this. And it's sexy.
Fifty Shades by RexIsMyCopilot (Anakin/Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon/Anakin)
This series and it's counterpart Three's Company are probably the furthest from my regular obikin dynamic that you could get, and yet, I await each update with bated breath. It's really interesting to see the universe that this author has built and all of the moving pieces in it. Above all else, it's sexy, what can I say? This is another person that I've had the pleasure of talking to on discord, and that makes me even more interested in these fics to see the community surrounding them. It's also fun to see how people with different characterizations of these characters still agree on lots of details, Anakin has autism in these fics. My favorite RexIsMyCopilot fic outside of those AUs is when things go wrong, don't go with them, because it tickles such a specific obsession (fetish) of mine.
Sticky by NightshadeSmoothie (Anakin/Palpatine)
Anakin with strange specific fetishes -- YESSS (described as erotic fascinations in the fic)!!! This fic does such a good job of exploring Palpatine singling out Anakin and indulging him to keep him close, basically grooming him. Anakin wants to possess and rip apart and debauch everything he loves, and Palpatine encourages it. He's the only real non-Jedi influence in his life, and he's bent on indulging him in ways the Jedi won't allow. I found this story while searching for specific fetish content, but it's greater than I could have ever imagined.
Die Happy by fatanakin (Anakin/Ferus)
This is the last one on the list because it's so out there, but it has to be included as one of my favorite fics because... well... it is. There are aspects of the kink in this that I don't normally enjoy, but that make sense in this fic because it's Anakin. He takes everything further than anyone else would, to the point of absurdity, there's no reason he wouldn't here, too. It does a very good job of capturing being very young and fixated on certain fetish aspects, which I think is something that will stick with Anakin for life. And, of course, I love it because it scratches a specific itch for me.
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It's time to torment Obi-Wan! It's my favorite past time. So if its yours as well, feel free to join me :)
Rating: E
Warnings - NSFW, rape/non-con, alcoholism, forced substance abuse and intentional triggering of addiction, manipulation (this gets heavy. so please take care of yourself)
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Obi-Wan whimpers as Anakin slowly drags his cock out of his aching hole. Cum dribbles out of him, down his balls, then down his thighs to mingle with the blood and bruises. It should be a relief, but all he feels is empty.
Anakin palms his aching ass, still burning red and sore from the vicious spanking Anakin had started the night with.
“You’re so perfect,” Anakin says. Obi-Wan sobs when Anakin’s fingers knead the tender skin around his hole. “All full of my cum.”
It’s too much.
It’s way too much.
“Think you can come again?”
Obi-Wan gasps and shakes his head desperately when Anakin palms his aching cock. He’s already come three times this night – well beyond the norm for his age.
But Anakin is extremely persistent.
And far more powerful than Obi-Wan could ever hope to be.
Anakin pinches his balls, but blissfully releases him without putting Obi-Wan through his paces a fourth time.
“We’re almost done, Master,” Anakin says. “Just one more thing.”
“Anakin, please,” Obi-Wan begs, but the cuffs around his wrists are too tight and the ropes around his thighs and ankles are too well-knotted. He has no more chance of escape than he did when the night began.
Anakin chuckles. “Just relax. You’ll love this part.” Anakin yanks him off the table and sets him up against the wall. “I know how much you love to party.”
Then he drops a bottle of vodka in front of him.
Not even when Anakin had ripped his pants off and pinned him in place with the Force had he felt this terrible, sinking fear.
“Not this, Anakin, anything but this.”
Anakin shakes his head with a sad smile. “Sorry, master, we both know you’ll go running to the Council to report me the moment I walk out of here. But since I’d rather leave you alive, this is the solution.”
“Anakin, please,” Obi-Wan says.
“You’ll be fine. It’s just a bit of alcohol.”
“You don’t understand—”
Anakin’s expression turns thunderous.
“I’m sober,” Obi-Wan says. “Seven years.”
Seven long, painful years. And he’s currently clinging to recovery by his fingernails. The war has brought him to the brink again and again. Cody saved him last time. Not with violence, but with quiet support and stillness in the silence of his quarters, waiting for morning to arrive.
It had been a welcome change.
Even if it was only for a few hours.
“More lies?” Anakin growls and unscrews the cap.
“Ani, please. We can pretend this never happened. We’re stressed. A couple questionable decisions were made, but it’s over. Nothing untoward, nothing—” He swallows. “Just a bit unusual. I promise, I won’t say anything.”
“I can’t believe you. But it’s okay. You won’t remember anything in the morning. Now open up.”
Obi-Wan shakes his head again. Drinking cost him his friendship with Bant and almost cost him his place in the Order and his relationship with his master. Mace had filled in for him during Anakin’s early years as Obi-Wan struggled to get his feet back under him without Qui-Gon’s support.
It had been agonizing.
But he was desperate to be who Anakin needed.
He keeps his mouth stubbornly closed.
“You’re going to drink this, one way or another,” Anakin says.
Obi-Wan sets his jaw.
Anakin rolls his eyes. And then he uses the Force to yank Obi-Wan’s jaw open and pin his head to the wall.
The vodka floods his mouth and burns his sinuses, but he won’t swallow. He’d rather die.
And then the Force tickles at his throat. It doesn’t crush his larynx likes Anakin’s Force choke, nor does it wrap gently but possessively the way Anakin’s Force leash had done earlier.
He realizes a moment too late what Anakin is doing.
His throat convulses.
He swallows.
The next mouthful goes down easier. Then the next. And the next.
With it comes the haze, the numbness, that comfortable, fuzzy headspace that made him feel less alone.
Obi-Wan sobs. He can’t do this again.
He can’t.
They’re well into the second bottle by the time Anakin finally lets up.
He passes out.
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Obi-Wan stares at the mirror and his shadowed face, the sweat on his brow, the gauntness of his cheeks. He’s disgusted with himself.
Two bottles. Two empty vodka bottles.
He never even liked vodka.
Force, he should have called someone. Preferably Mace. He would have talked some sense into him. Even Cody would have been a good option, for all that it was unfair to ask it of him.
Whatever happened last night, whatever—
Already, the cravings are coming. The shaking, the depression, the dependence. It’s all coming back. All of it. And he’s not strong enough to resist again.
It’s over.
His life, his career, is over.
He should run now, disappear into the depths of Coruscant, before he tries to convince himself he can function like this, that he can somehow be a competent general while so compromised.
No one would question him. And clones would die.
Someone else – someone better – will take his place.
Maybe Anakin will.
He deserves it.
“Obi-Wan? Are you alright in there?”
It’s Anakin.
Wonderful, too-caring Anakin.
Obi-Wan will destroy him. Just like he did Bant, like he almost did Qui-Gon.
Obi-Wan can’t contain the sob that escapes his throat.
And then he’s being encased in heavy arms and held against Anakin’s chest.
“It’s alright, Obi-Wan,” Anakin says, soft and steady, exactly what Obi-Wan needs. Exactly what he would so selfishly cling too until Anakin was drained dry.
“Ani—” He can’t bring himself to push away.
“Shh, it’s okay, Obi-Wan. I’ve got you.”
#nsfwhump#whump fic#Obi-wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#vaderwan#alcoholism tw#noncon tw#rape tw#addiction tw#star wars
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WIP Update
Hi, between work and uni, I haven't been able to write a lot lately, which sucks, but I graduate in about a month (!!) which means that starting about midway through December, I'll have way more free time and creative motivation to get fics out. In the meantime, here's a rundown of all the wips I've got going through my head that will hopefully get updates/see the light of day soon (warning for nsfw fics)
Published WIPs
Promptober
I'm over a month late and only on day 10, so least to say, she's my highest priority. Currently I'm working on day 11: oviposition, and it's almost done, so that should hopefully get out this week! If you're not into that, day 12 is a cute Padme and Luke fluff, so you can look forward to that one instead.
Higher on the Streets
This is a podracer!Anakin and kind of sugar daddy senator!Obi-Wan fic that currently only has one chapter published several months ago, but rest assured, it haunts me every single day. It's not abandoned! But this was my venture into trying to write a multichap where I post chapters as I write them instead of once the fic is complete, and as it turns out, my brain doesn't like working like that. The second chapter is in progress, though it's kinda low on my priority list.
now there are four of them
Sith!Obikin x canon!obikin. This is my favorite of my posted wips, and I'm already several thousand words into a part two, I just have to have the time to really dedicate myself to writing it, because if you've read my smut fics before, you know they're obscenely long. As a sneak peak for part two, Obi-Wan uses the artifact to visit the sith and gets lowkey cucked. ALSO because I've had people ask me, part three WILL be Vader/Anakin, promise promise promise
Omegaverse Week 2021
YES this is still a wip because I'm the WORST. I've had day 7 almost done for over a year. I just need to finish it. Please give me the motivation to finish it. It's body worship, fluffy, so wholesome, I just have to finish it.
will it feel like the end?
Omega prince of the sith Anakin is betrothed to alpha king of the jedi Obi-Wan after the death of Anakin's mother and father. Not only does Anakin want nothing to do with the Jedi, but he has suspicions that King Obi-Wan is behind his parents' murders.
I really did omegaverse week dirty huh, I said over a year ago that I would turn this one shot into a fic, and I got so many comments asking me to do just that. And Yet. It'll happen. I swear it'll happen. I mainly just need to get my thoughts together for it.
Unpublished WIPs
gather ye children of men
TW: religious trauma, internalized homophobia
I, like all the other obikins, watched that angels and demons movie and felt things. Alas, I don't know enough about catholicism to write a priest kink, so I had to improvise. I give you: southern baptist preacher's son Obi-Wan is asked to be a good influence on local bad boy Anakin, who's fallen away from christ in pursuit of tattoos, piercings, alcohol, and *gasp* homosexuality.
all the skins of a life in this world
TA!Anakin who's in love with professor!Obi-Wan. In order to try to get over his feelings, he joins a BDSM discord server where he meets Mod Ben. Possibly trans!Anakin? Still thinking about that one.
if brokenness is a work of art
TW: child abuse, trauma
Master!Anakin agrees to take on padawan!Obi-Wan as his apprentice after Obi-Wan's master, Maul, is deemed unfit for duty in the aftermath of the Clone Wars. Obi-Wan has some strange habits, however. He only speaks when spoken to, doesn't keep any personal possessions, and has cast off all the friends he'd made when he was a youngling. At first, Anakin puts it down to the stresses of going into the Clone Wars too young and being reassigned to a new master, but as time goes on, Anakin starts to question what really happened to Obi-Wan when he was with Maul.
This is probably my favorite one here, but it's a newer idea, so I'm still working through the planning process to make sure that everything works out the way I want it to. More likely than not, it'll actually probably be platonic Obi-Wan & Anakin rather than shipping just because of the nature of everything.
currently unnamed fic
My newest idea, as is apparent by the lack of title, so I don't completely have a summary yet? But it's modern/magic au, definitely a darkfic, lots of whump for obikin especially but also everyone else they drag into their problems.
Those are my wips! I greatly anticipate the day that I can write about things that aren't ancient scandinavian poetry and the effectiveness of college entrance exams. If you've gotten this far, asks about wips or any of my other fics are always welcome <3
#beetles writes things#obikin#obikin fanfiction#omegaverse#my wips#idk how to tag for stuff like this rip#at one point while typing this up I pressed enter and tumblr posted it instead of moving a line down????? a traumatic experience
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The Fall of the Jedi | Chapter Six: The Revenge of the Sith
Pairing: Hunter x OFC
Rating: Mature
Summary: “In order to assure the security and continuing stability,” Palpatine says, “The Republic will be reorganized into the first Galactic Empire!”
Slow Burn, Canon Divergence
WARNINGS: Explicit Language. Sith Nonsense. Angst. Generational Trauma. Implied Abuse.
Words: 5.4K
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“Thank you for agreeing to come with me Master,” Odella grins, walking down the hall of Senate Office Building. The black strand of her newly formed Padawan braid swings with every step.
The delicate hand of Jedi Knight Elenia Tarré touches the back her head. “You’re quite welcome, Odella. Thank you for inviting me.” Together, they approach the office of the Chancellor, and the Padawan stretches her legs to match steps. “Though I can’t understand why Palpatine insists on meeting with you today.”
“He likes to have lunch with me once a week,” Odella says.
“Every week?”
“Yes.”
“How long has this been going on?”
Her head cocks to the side. “Since forever. Usually Ani—um, Anakin comes with me. But he’s busy with Obi-Wan—I mean Master Kenobi.”
Elenia chuckles, shaking her head. “You don’t have to be so formal Odella. They’re your friends, I understand.”
“Sorry,” she says, bashful.
“You apologize too much,” the Jedi laughs. “I understand you and Anakin have only known one another for a couple cycles, but I’ve been told how close you are. Obi-Wan and I have been friends since we were children as well. I used to call Master Jinn, Qui-Gon all the time.”
“Master Windu says informal addressing is unbecoming.”
“Can I tell you a secret?” Elenia whispers. “Mace Windu has a training saber up his rear.” Odella bursts into laughter, covering her mouth. “You call Anakin whatever you want, and I promise Obi-Wan will be horribly disturbed if you suddenly start calling him Master.”
“What should I call you?”
“You may call me Elenia if it makes you comfortable,” she says. “Though, in front of the Council we should probably stick to Master Tarré.” She winks. “You are my Padawan now Odella, but I find it vital that we be friends first. I plan on treating you as an equal as much as I can. I’ve never had a Padawan before, so I may make many mistakes; but it’s important that we trust each other. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Odella nods. “I’ve never had a Master either, so… we can learn together,” she giggles.
“That, is the second best idea I’ve ever heard,” Elenia says, stopped outside the door of the Chancellor’s Suite.
“What’s the best?”
“That I take you as my Padawan.”
“Sweet Odella, please come in.” Chancellor Palpatine smiles at the entrance to his office, waving a hand in. His glance to Elenia is short. “I don’t believe we’ve met. Thank you for escorting Miss Thoren, but she’ll be fine now. I’ll have a driver return her to the Temple.”
Odella enters the office first, nodding for Elenia to follow. The blonde Jedi frowns, cautiously stepping behind. “Actually Chancellor—“
“I assumed you would arrive with Anakin,” Palpatine says to Odella. Back turned he walks to the rooms center, set with a full table and chairs. “Is he on his way?“
“Oh, um… no Sir,” Odella says. “He’s on a mission with Obi-Wan right now, he won’t be able to make it.”
“That is quite disappointing. I do enjoy your visits together. Oh well,” he sighs. “These things do happen. It will be just us then.”
“Well, I was wondering if Elenia could join us today,” she says shy.
“Who?”
“That would be me,” the Jedi speaks, a tight smile on pink lips. “Odella was kind enough to invite me to join you both today. I hope that’s not an issue.”
Palpatine’s tongue clicks the roof of his mouth, brows raised. “Certainly not. Elenia, was it?”
“Master Tarré,” she corrects, a hand on Odella’s shoulder who looks in confusion.
“Of course.”
“Odella is my Padawan.”
“Is that right? I wasn’t told of this development.”
“It happened two days ago,” Odella offers. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“Consider me surprised indeed. This calls for a celebration then! Please sit, both of you.”
Odella runs ahead to the table, climbing in the chair with an empty spot to her left. She pats the seat, beckoning for Elenia.
“This is quite the set up for expecting two children, Chancellor,” the Jedi says, taking her seat. Blue eyes scan the arrangement; roasted pheasant, sliced fruit, and juice in champagne flutes. “It’s very intimate.“
“Anakin and Odella are extremely close,” Palpatine says. “Isn’t that right Odella?”
She nods, popping jogan fruit into her mouth. “We’re best friends.”
“For now, yes. But I believe friends will become an understatement between the two.”
“I’m curious,” Eleina says. “How have you come to know Odella so well?”
“I’m sure you know your Padawan is from Naboo. I attended school with her parents years ago.”
“Is that right?”
“In fact, I remember her mother’s pregnancy. Her parents had trouble conceiving for years. You can imagine their shock when their daughter ends up being one of your kind. I like to let them know of her progress. They’ll be very proud to hear she’s avoided the Service Corps, and will become a useful asset to the Order.”
“Chancellor Palpatine, there is no shame in joining the Corps. I find that work through and for a group can often be more rewarding than that on ones own.”
“My, aren’t you an altruist?”
“It’s important to have connections to something greater than yourself. To know the value of a team, to learn the care of community. My plan is for Odella to work alongside the AgriCorps and the Archeological and Research Division to help expand her skills. She’s a very smart girl who loves to learn, and from my knowledge her innate skills with nature is wildly underdeveloped. She can make flowers bloom with a touch, that is just as valuable as her psychometry.”
“I would argue that’s hardly as useful. She is to be a Jedi, Master Tarré, train her as such. There’s no need to bog her down in the work of failed initiates.”
“The members of the Service Corps do wonderful work that goes unrecognized, Chancellor. I ask you, what is a play without the ensemble?”
Palpatine scoffs. “A room full of talent, my dear.”
“It’s not the Jedi Way!”
Odella Thoren wakes with a start and the greatest pain she has ever known. Matched and beaten to that she experienced from the death of her Master almost four years ago. Her head pounds as voices scream through the Force.
Her eyes shoot open into the black of the room. She gasps as if her soul reenters her body, chest lifting off the ground. With all the strength she can find within the Force, Odella sits and pants into the stale air.
She isn’t dead, that much she’s sure of. Jedi don’t teach about the afterlife, they only give speeches of becoming one with the Force. Returning to the natural state of things. This certainly isn’t that.
Or she hopes.
Her right hand reaches into the air. Fingers splay and close until the hilt of her lightsaber soars into her grasp. Purple lighting returns, the room as it was.
Okay, not dead, she decides. But if not that, than what?
“He must live!”
“Anakin?” Odella whispers.
“I need him!”
She repeats the name, startled, jumping to her feet while dizzy enough to tempt falling again. “Anakin!”
With her left hand, Odella feels for the holoprojector on her belt, pressing every button in a panic. “Come on,” she grumbles. “Work, work!”
Nothing.
Swearing to herself, Odella pockets the thing. Despite her weakened state, she breaks for the stairs. Her foot lands on the first step when the bellowing screams of Mace Windu enter the room. It circles like a tornado, stronger by the second.
Fear strikes into heart. How long was I out? A question she didn’t realize she asked aloud. Never mind the answer, that doesn’t matter. What matters is calling Master Yoda, Obi-Wan, anyone who will listen. To tell them everything she saw, to sit in meditation with the Council and share everything through memory.
Odella sprints up the stairs, back into the office and out of the home of Palpatine, the home of Sidious. The thought of the name alone threatens the soup she had on the civilian transport to spill out of her mouth.
She can’t think of that now. That doesn’t matter.
What matters is saving Anakin.
She can’t be too late.
She has to try.
Odella’s feet fly against Naboo soil the fastest they’ve ever gone. In a haphazard attempt for concealment, she wraps her headscarf with one hand. The other signals her commlink, rushed words into the microphone.
“Emergency Code Nine Thirteen,” she says. “Master Yoda this is Odella Thoren declaring Emergency Code Nine Thirteen. I’m requesting an immediate pick up. I repeat, this is Jedi Knight Odella Thoren declaring Emergency Code Nine Thirteen. I repeat this is Emergency Code Nine—”
Panicked shouts call from a cantina down the main road Odella occupies. Her feet skid to halt, now with the realization that she is alone. Typical bustling night market stalls stand empty, couples of civilians and wandering children no where to be seen.
Before leaving Coruscant, Odella met with Padmé Amidala. The reason was forged in innocence, the Jedi claiming curiosity of their shared home. Known for their disguises, Jedi and Senator met in secrecy, bonding over grease covered ronto wraps. Padmé told her everything. Customs, dress, history, holidays. She made claim to a promise take Odella with her in the near future.
“I’ll need protection yes, but I’ll also need to stay hidden,” Padmé laughed. “Who better than a Thoren to act as escort? I’ll show you everything in person. You’ll love the nightlife, there’s always something to see.”
Apparently not.
Hair on Odella’s arm rises with the wind, more screams—now horrified, sounding. It would be simple now, yes, to ignore this. Continue onto a starship, circle back to Coruscant before the worst comes to reality. But for now, she is still a Jedi, and she cannot ignore this fact.
Pocketing her comm, the choice of action is made without there ever being a choice at all.
The entire population of Naboo crammed into the cantina, and Odella finds herself at the front of it all. Sentients of all nature crowd the center holocaster. Screens above the bar present the same image in color.
The Jedi Temple on fire.
“…Coruscant like the hard workin’ people that live ‘ere. No clone ain’t ever gonna understand what it’s like to protect a family.”
Bottom text of the broadcast on a scrolling banner details the little information known. Odella’s stomach sinks to depths within her she didn’t know she had.
At the same time, the small Republic issued communicator around her wrist lights up. It’s pattern flashes the yellow light three times, then one, than an other three. A call to return to the Temple as soon as possible.
“What’s going on?” she asks to no one in particular, scanning the room.
“It’s Coruscant,” the woman beside her says. She looks older than Odella, only by some few years. “The Jedi Temple has been burning for hours. They’re saying the clones attacked, completely unprovoked.”
“That’s impossible. The clones and the Jedi are friends. They would never do this.”
“Maybe they’ve a chance of heart.”
In one hand, Odella holds her head, her body starts to sway.
“Are you okay miss? You don’t look so good.”
“Something’s not right…” she mutters. “I’m sorry I have to go.” Turning she almost falls, caught by the stranger.
Her hand presses against her temple, cringing. “You’re burning up… Can we get a chair over here?” She calls over the noise of the bar.
“No, no I have to go,” Odella protests.
“You’re in no condition to go anywhere,” she says, seating the Jedi. “Do you have family we can contact?”
She overhears someone to her left, another patron entering. “What horrible accident,” they gasp.
But Odella knows better.
The Jedi Temple, her home, is burning, and it’s no accident.
It’s a deliberate attack against the Jedi.
“No,” she says. “No family.”
It’s a declaration of war.
She’s handed a cup of water with ice, paired with a half smile. “I’m Nedora,” the woman introduces. She stays at Odella’s side, patting her arm like a mother to a child. “How are you feeling?”
“Not much better,” Odella admits. “But thank you. I’m sorry for causing a scene.”
“Nonsense.”
“Recent polling indicates Galactic City residents believe it was a matter of time before war finally came to Coruscant,” the HoloNews plays. “And some say, the Jedi are to blame…”
“I don’t know if I believe all that,” Nedora scoffs. She throws her dark braided hair over she shoulder. “If we’re blaming anyone for the war, I say we start with that Dooku and work our way down.”
“He’s already dead,” Odella mutters.
“Is he? When did that happen?”
“Couple days ago. The Jedi killed him after he captured the Chancellor.”
Was that planned as well? Odella wonders. Had Palpatine genuinely orchestrated an attack on his own home to benefit his war? Did Grievous know it was his master he trapped aboard his ship? Was Dooku’s death a setback or a needed advancement? Was it even an accident at all?
“I must have missed the announcement,” Nedora says. “Still. I don’t blame the Jedi. The war has reached every other planet in the galaxy. I’m surprised it didn’t come sooner.”
“It doesn’t look like it’s come here. The only clone troopers I’ve seen work at reentry points.”
“That’s because the war already came here with the Trade Federation. It was only a decade too early.”
“I remember that,” Odella says. “I didn’t understand why it was so important then.”
“That feels like child’s play now, doesn’t it?”
“A bit,” she nods, “Yeah.”
“So what’s your name?”
“Abigail.”
“Abigail…”
“Just Abigail. Abby,” Odella says. “Like I said, I don’t really do the family thing.”
“Fair enough,” Nedora nods, “How long have you been in Naboo?”
“Got here this morning.” Her story goes exactly as crafted by her and Obi-Wan. “It was a spontaneous trip. I’ve only heard stories of Naboo, figured I’d see it for myself.”
“Well, you’ve certainly picked quite the day. What have you done so far?”
“Sight seeing. I visited the Thoren House… can’t say it’s like anything else here.”
“Neither are they.”
“Really?”
“I frequently work with the middle sister. Mara. She’s quite the character.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“They aren’t known for their hospitality, I’ll leave it there.” Nedora stands, glaring around the bar. “Listen. You seem like a sweet girl and, I’d blame myself if anything happened to you while you’re alone. I own a dress shop just down the road, okay? If you ever need something while you’re here, don’t be afraid to ask.”
“Thank you,” Odella says. “But I’m used to doing things on my own.”
“Maybe,” Nedora shrugs, “But that doesn’t mean you should.”
Odella sits at a hightop table, she swirls the same glass of petty liquor given to everyone else.
“Mind if I sit?” Someone asks, a girl.
She shrugs, captured by the on going report.
“For those who may not be aware, the Jedi Temple has been a longstanding landmark here in Coruscant for over four-thousand years…”
“Go for it,” she says.
Chair legs scratch against the wooden floor, a matching glass is placed by Odella’s.
“It’s actually burning?” The girl asks. “Word got back home and—I didn’t believe it.”
“Yeah,” Odella mutters.
“Do they know how?”
“No… they think there’s been another attack.”
The girl sighs, flagging down the bartender for a drink. She doesn’t speak until glass hits wood and swigs the brown liquid in one go. “My sister’s in there.”
Odella’s head snaps right. What she’s met with is a face exactly like her own. Same brown eyes, same arched brows and dark hair, same sun kissed skin.
“Cain Thoren,” she introduces.
“Abby,” Odella says. “I’ve heard your family looks similar. I thought it was an exaggeration, but it’s actually uncanny.”
Cain middle finger stirs the delicate straw. “That’s the Thoren curse for you.”
“Thoren curse?” Odella repeats dumbly.
“Naboo legends say the gods created the perfect woman in the first Thoren. We’ve looked the same since the Grizmallti because there’s nothing to improve. Mother calls it a blessing though.”
“For those who may not be aware,” the newscaster says over the sounds of the bar. The Thorens turn back to it, head cocking the same way. “The Jedi Temple has been a longstanding landmark here in Coruscant for over four-thousand years.”
“Your sister may not be in there,” Odella says. “I hear the Jedi are scattered all over the galaxy. Maybe she’s safe.”
Shaking her head, Cain takes another drink. “I want her to be in there,” she admits.
“What? Why?”
She sets the glass down, now empty. “Nothing I’ve done will ever be good enough for my parents because I’m not my sister.”
“I’m sure that’s not true.”
“Do you know why there are eleven Thoren children?” Cain asks. “My parents have everything anyone could want. Maids, servants, butlers, cooks, riches. Our home is a goddamn tourist attraction,” she snorts. “We are founders of Naboo and they still worry about legacy; about being forgotten; about being stuck to this planet; about being powerless. My parents believe having a Jedi carry the name will cement the Thorens as the greatest, most perfect family in the galaxy. They never wanted children, they wanted a trophy.”
“You’re certain of this?” Odella whispers.
“Blood exams are done the moment any of us are born to find those… M things the Jedi have. Ten times my parents have been disappointed by the numbers they saw. My oldest sister raised eight kids because my mother was too busy being knocked up. She almost died giving birth to me. The doctors said she could never get pregnant again and it broke her. My father threatened to leave us because of it.”
“I had no idea,” Odella says. “None of you should have been treated that way.”
“I was three when my mother got pregnant again. They called it a miracle. They made us pray every night for the Force to give them a Jedi. The second Odella tested positive? They call for the Temple to collect her and throw a party when she leaves.
“You have no idea what it feels like to be compared to someone you’ve never met.” Cain continues. “Every day all I’d hear from my parents was Odella eats her vegetables. Odella wears her hair in braids. Odella doesn’t wear makeup. Odella is thinner. Odella is prettier. Odella’s a Knight. Did you hear that? Our perfect Odella Avana is finally a real Jedi.”
The inclusion of a second name takes the Jedi by surprise, having never been told of it. She repeats the word silently behind her mask.
Avana.
Odella Avana.
“How would they find out that information?” she asks. “I always heard the Jedi kept all of that secret from families.”
“The Chancellor is her godfather,” Cain mutters. The admission sinks rocks into Odella’s lungs, drowning her in the air. She feels sick and faint, gripping the edge of the table until her knuckles turn white. “Every week for years he’d call and tell us all about how perfect my sweet sister is. He sent us photos of her when the war started. She looked like a model and now they’re plastered all over our home. I can’t turn a corner without seeing her. I can’t even look in the mirror without seeing the one person I will always be beneath.”
Odella can find no words within her but four. “I’m so sorry Cain.”
Her sister shrugs, turning to the HoloNews. “The Jedi have made being a Thoren a curse,” she says. “If my sister is in there, I hope she burns.”
Sunken against the bar, Odella holds her knees to her chest. The Anthem of the Republic plays as patrons of the cantina slowly trickle out while the sun rises on Naboo. She catches its rays in her eyes, squinting.
Knuckles knock by her head. “Hey.” The bartender, rag draped over his shoulder. “We’re closing up. You have to leave.”
“Of course.” Despite the absence of liquor in her system, she stumbles to stand.
The Jedi Knight follows the crowd outside, while everyone retreats to their home or their speeders, she’s alone. Left on the cobble road, staring at the lavender sky. She raises her commlink to her mouth. “Master Yoda?” She whispers. “Are you there?”
Against her better judgement and pitted against desperation, Odella does the only thing she can think of. A small bell above a doorway chimes as she enters Nedora Adorations. The shop is a cute little thing, tucked away on the corner of the street. Even with the lack of sun the space is bright and colorful, an assortment of beads and jewels draped on mannequins.
“Excuse me?” she asks into the empty space. “Hello?”
“Sorry love, I’m afraid I’m not opened yet!” Calls a woman from the back.
“I’m looking for Nedora?” Odella replies. “I met her last night, in the cantina. She said I could find her here.”
“Abby?” Nedora comes into the room, pins placed on the cuffs of her sleeves, thread between her dark lips. “What happened to doing things on your own?”
“I’m sorry for intruding. I know it’s early, but I don’t have anywhere to go.”
“Were you in that bar all night?”
“Yes. I haven’t slept.” Odella rubs her arms, shifting her weight. “I was wondering if you had a ration bar by chance? Or a cot I could use? Only for a few hours.”
“Well,” she chuckles, opening her arms as if to say look around. “I don’t run a military operation, so cots and rations are short supply here.”
“Oh.”
“But, I do have a bed upstairs and a pack of oats I can prepare. If you’ll accept that is.”
“Yes, yes I would.” Odella breaks a smile under her covers. “I very much would. Thank you.”
Nedora points to the stairs, waving her off. “Second door on your left. Make yourself comfortable and take as long as you need. I have to set up for opening, but don’t be afraid to shout.”
“Thank you,” Odella says again. “I promise I’ll get out of your hair as soon as I can.”
“Darling, it’s five in the morning. As far as I’m concerned you’re staying in my hair whether you like it or not. Now go upstairs and rest.”
“Of course. I’m sorry again.”
Nedora laughs. “Has anyone ever told you apologize too much?”
Odella nods, swallowing a collection of spit. “Once or twice.”
“Master Yoda,” Odella whispers into her commlink. Hours later the sun has fully risen on Naboo, passing through Nedora’s thin white curtains. “Master Yoda? Master Windu?”
She’s met with radio silence and almost crushes the device in her palm. Her rest lasted all but two hours, too panicked and woken by another jolt of fear.
Her bracelet continues to blink its emergency signaling. Outreach to the Temple itself is too dangerous, for fear of communications being compromised. She’s tried to call Jesse through their emergency line, hopeful Ahsoka had news. But the line was completely disconnected without static to share. The only person left is Anakin.
Thinking of him alone is enough to bring a lump into her throat and tears to her eyes. Years. For years she watched him bond with the Chancellor with no question and no protest. She sat with him every week at their gatherings until Elenia request Odella no longer attend.
She never spoke kindly of Palpatine… not in front of Odella at least. Openly questioning his intentions, his politics. Had she known something was amiss all along? Why wouldn’t she speak up to the Council then? Why wouldn’t she tell Obi-Wan that it was no longer safe for Anakin to around the Chancellor.
Odella shakes her head and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. She can’t worry about this now. Elenia did everything she could, and Odella refuses to blame her for anything that has happened.
If Anakin is alive… No. Anakin is alive. She would know it with every part of her if he died. He is alive. The question is whether he’s been captured by Sidious or not. Her fading vision provided little context, but he sounded in trouble. If he’s hiding, a contact could compromise his position. If he’s captured, it would compromise her. Maybe hurt him more.
It wouldn’t be safe.
“Master Yoda,” Odella whispers, pressing the metal to her forehead. “Yoda please answer. It’s Odella.” She sniffles. “I’m sorry I’ve been so difficult lately, but I really have to talk to you right now. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
He says nothing to her, if he is there at all. And for the first time since the Outer Rim Sieges, having to recount the betrayal of Quinlan Vos, Odella Thoren weeps.
“I met one of the Thorens,” Odella says. She walks around Nedora’s shop, fingers dancing on the fabric of dresses. “Cain.”
Nedora snorts, shaking her head. “Lucky you. You got the evil one.”
“Evil?”
“She’d kill her Jedi sister if given a chance, though I can’t say the rest of the girls are better. If you think the sisters are shit, wait until you meet the brothers. You’ll never see men with a bigger or more fragile ego.”
“You said you work with one of them. Is she nice?”
“Mara?” Nedora laughs. “No. But I guess you don’t have to be when you’re Naboo’s closest thing to royalty. Their parents treat them horribly, but they get everything they want.”
“Cain said there was a curse? That that’s why they all look alike.”
“The perfect woman,” she mocks, cutting thread. “If that’s true I can tell you now the gods spent all their time working on that pretty face of theirs, but they left their hearts ugly. They weren’t always like this, the past Thoren families that is. My nana used to say Novalise Thoren was the nicest woman to exist in Theed. Her beauty was inside and out. But she fell in love with a man who ended up having an evil soul and… I don’t know. They had Paloma and her brothers. Her father was furious none of the children had his last name. Paloma was the only girl too, so everything depended on her to keep the Thoren name alive. After her mother died, her father drilled into her that power is what matters. Legacy. I hear that while he was dying he told her that marrying Nova was his biggest mistake.”
“That’s awful,” Odella says.
“Paloma’s plan was to prove him wrong by making the Thoren name the best in the Mid-Rim. But all she’s done is make her children resent her and stop tradition.”
“What do you mean?”
“The Thoren name is passed through the women. You’d think with seven daughters it would never die out. But six of them have declared intent to or already have taken the name of their husbands. The only daughter to live and die as a Thoren is their Jedi, and it isn’t like she’ll be having children. In Paloma’s greed to bring glory, she’s killed every chance she has.”
“That’s unbelievable,” Odella says. “It’s horrifying to hear what happened to the grandmother alone. To think the behavior continued to her daughter too… and now their children…”
“I take it your family problems aren’t as bad as that?”
“My family problems?”
“Stars,” Nedora swears. “I’m sorry. You mentioned last night you didn’t do the family thing and—I shouldn’t joke about it.”
“No,” Odella reassures. “No it’s alright. If I’m honest, I have a great family.” Her vision focuses on the rhinestones scattered across a skirts hem. “I have a big brother. He can be a little pushy and he’s sensitive, but he’s my best friend. And I have a little sister. She left home recently though. And well, there’s my brother’s best friend. He’s the kindest man you’ll meet. And my grandfather is… the craziest guy ever,” she giggles. “And then there’s—“ she stops, shaking her head. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Nedora says, smiling. “Who else?”
“I had an uncle. After my… mom died, he was the only one to step up. He was always there for me, you know? I felt like I would never enjoy anything ever again, and he just let me be a kid. For so long I could never be upset around him.”
“What happened?”
“Addiction,” Odella mumbles. “He met someone who gave him a taste of something he shouldn’t have had. He ended up hurting a lot of people because of it. So I cut him off completely. Everyone says he’s recovered now and he’s working himself but,” she swallows, “I still can’t forgive him. I don’t know if I ever will.”
“Is that why you ran away?”
The question stumps Odella, who frowns. Is she running away? Was that why she was so eager to take the mission to begin with?
“Yeah,” she finds herself saying. “That’s part of it.”
“Any word from your family?” Nedora hands a cup of oats, cooked and filled with fruit to Odella. The latter stays hunched on a windowsill, obsessively tapping at her communicators.
“No.” Odella groans, chucking the thing across to hit wood paneling.
“Do you know what the time would be there? Maybe they’re sleeping.”
Her head shakes. “It’s morning there, they should be up.”
“Where are you from?”
The truth slips. “Coruscant.”
“No wonder the Temple fire freaked you so much. I’m sure they’re okay.”
“You don’t know that.”
“It’s not like they’re Jedi,” Nedora says. “They’re probably listening the Chancellor’s speech.”
Odella’s eyes widen like saucers. “The Chancellor!” she gasps. “Do you have a radio?”
“Yes,” Nedora answers with an ere of suspicion. She pats the metal block beside her on the counter.
“Quickly, turn it on. I have to know what he says.”
The empty shop fills with a crinkling static, Nedora turning dials until a proper signal is caught.
“…our enemies showed their true natures,” says the voice of Chancellor Palpatine. “The Jedi hoped to unleash their destructive power against the Republic be assassinating the head of government and usurping control of the clone army.”
Odella jumps off the window, jaw fallen. “He’s lying,” she says, approaching the radio. “The Jedi are peaceful, they would never think to do such a thing.”
“…Our loyal clone troopers contained the insurrection within the Jedi Temple and quelled uprisings on a thousand worlds.”
“Holy shit,” Nedora swears. “Did he say thousands of worlds?”
“The remaining Jedi will be hunted down and defeated!” Palpatine shouts.
Odella sprints to the nearest bin. Throwing off her headscarf, she drops to her knees and spills out everything she’s had inside.
“Abby!” Nedora calls, rushing to her side. “Take a breath love, it’s okay. Why don’t we try calling your family again?”
“It’s not use,” Odella gasps, face first in the can. “It’s no use. It—It doesn’t matter anymore. I can’t go back.”
“What are you talking about?”
“They’re dead,” Odella says, lifting her head. “They’re all dead. All of them.”
“The Separatists have been defeated, and the Jedi rebellion has been foiled.”
Nedora pulls away, face mimicked in shock. “You’re a Thoren!” Then, she leans closer, heavy brows pinched together. Her expression falls to awe all at once. “You’re the Jedi!”
“In order to assure the security and continuing stability,” Palpatine says, “The Republic will be reorganized into the first Galactic Empire!”
Sounds of the Senate echo through the channel. The screams come so loud, the speakers dare to rupture. And Odella Thoren realizes what she should have many years ago.
The Clone Wars could never have been conducted through the Senate and between meetings with tea. Because there was no war. There has never been war. There has only been one man sat playing chess with himself, turning the board at every move. Not caring for consequence, but the end result.
The grand conspiracy of Sith echoed within the Temple has always led to this moment, right now. To watch Jedi Knights, as they stand scattered across the galaxy, remain helpless to defend their home. To be turned into villains and murdered with no remorse. To know that everything lost to the war, every information; every life; every civilian; every home; every clone; every Padawan; every Jedi, never mattered.
The Clone Wars served one purpose, and one purpose only. A purpose which has finally been fulfilled to its perfect intention. To act as the grand finale in the revenge of the Sith.
“For a safe and secure society.”
Next: SUPPLEMENTAL DATA II
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The Jinnobi Challenge - 2023
Hello everyone! As per usual I’m letting you know super early about the Jinnobi Challenge coming up in August so that everyone has plenty of time to get started on work(s). This will be the 7th annual Jinnobi Challenge (previous master lists of submissions : 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022).
So here’s all the info and FAQ for those who are thinking of participating in this Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon challenge (I will repost this info periodically as it gets closer to the challenge). I have added a new rule to the challenge so be sure to check that out below.
When is it?: The challenge will run from August 1 – August 31. Any Jinnobi work you submit must be complete and it must be submitted sometime during August 1 – August 31. You have from now until August to work on submissions. PLEASE DO NOT POST YOUR SUBMISSION BEFORE THE CHALLENGE STARTS. Due to time differences in various countries, I do allow people to post on September 1st.
Who can enter: The challenge is open to writers, artists and everyone in between. Art, poetry, photo manips, videos, gifsets, fanfiction, it’s all welcome. There’s no theme except it has to be Obi-Wan Kenobi/Qui-Gon Jinn. It can be set during the prequels, the originals, the kenobi show, or an AU. It’s up to you. You can submit multiple entries too if you’d like. For fic writers there’s no limit on the length of your fic(s).
How to enter: When August 1st, comes around you’re welcome to post your complete work on whatever social network or fanfiction site you are comfortable using. Please tag your work (if you can tag) with the tag Jinnobi Challenge 2023 or The Jinnobi Challenge 2023 whether it’s a fic, art, or a post. Message me with a link to your work (or links, if you submit more than one work), once you’ve published it so I know to put it on the master list!
I can also be reached on A03, but I tend to check tumblr much more regularly so if you want a fast response, I recommend contacting me via that.
Rules:
1. No underage relationships. (underage = below 18 years of age)
2. No Abuse or Noncon between the main pairing (Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon)
3. If you post anything triggering, please tag it with the appropriate warnings
4. Your fic must have a rating on it (the challenge is open to all ratings)
5. If you’re posting a long WIP, the first chapter must be posted on or after August 1, and the last chapter has to be posted before August 31, so I don’t recommend it unless you know you can get it done in that time.
FAQ:
What if I don’t have anything ready, but I do have a Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan work I happened to post in August?: As long as the quiobi fic (or art, etc) is complete and was posted between the 1st and 31st of August 2023, you can tag it Jinnobi Challenge 2023 and enter it in the challenge.
What if it’s not slash?: This challenge celebrates the Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan ship. Pre-slash is fine, just please no ‘Qui-Gon as a parent figure to Obi-Wan’ fics as that is not what this challenge is about.
What if it’s a fic in a series?: if it’s a standalone complete story in a series than yes, it qualifies.
What if I already entered it in a different quiobi fic challenge?: The fic must be a new fic posted in August 2023 (no reposting old works unless it’s an extreme rewrite to basically be nothing like the original) and it must be complete. It’s ok with me if it is tagged in another challenge as long as it meets the guidelines for this challenge but you’ll want to check if it’s ok with the other challenge you posted it in.
What if it’s Obi/Qui/others? Or there’s Obi/other, Qui/other, but still Qui/Obi?: The main pairing should still be Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon, even if it’s poly, or if there are other partners or past/present relationships.
Does it have to follow a prompt?: No. As long as it’s Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan and complete it can be about anything. If you want a prompt to work with here are a few you can choose to use for inspiration:
1. Lost outside in bad weather
2. One character secretly makes a gift for the other character.
3. A friendly but ongoing disagreement about jedi philosophy/lightsaber technique/force skill.
4. An undercover mission that doesn’t go as planned.
5. A kiss at an unexpected time.
Can be as angsty, fluffy, or as AU as you want as long as it follows the rules of the challenge.
Is there a prize this year?: Yes! I want to continue having a prize each year. Each person who enters in the challenge will be automatically entered once into a drawing and I will randomly draw a name once the challenge is over. (I’ll have a more detailed post about the prize in a few weeks)
By the first or second week of September, I’ll put up a master post with links to all the amazing stuff everyone has created!!!
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17 Essays I will eventually write (or not) that will get me kicked out of Star Wars fandom
1-Antisemitism and the attitude towards the Jedi. Genocide is bad and while you're at it stop with the "well if they changed the way their religion works they’d have been fine" and also for the love of EVERYTHING stop changing the meaning of Hebrew names for your conlang. Also, yelling that the Jedi “secretly control the republic” leans into a bunch of dogwhistles, please stop.
2-Words have meaning, attachment has a very specific context in Star Wars. It refers specifically to *possessive love*, you know, the sort that leads to abusive relationships or murdering people because they took something of yours.And also Satine did not commit cultural genocide but every single one of you going on about how the Jedi should be forced to change their culture are attempting to do so. (What Satine did was basically institute gun control, kthnx) Also master with the Jedi is not implying *slavery*
3-Actually the Prequel Jedi did nothing wrong. Were they perfect? No. But they did the absolute best they could to reduce harm with the amount of information they had, and maybe stop blaming them for every wrong in the galaxy when the Senate and the Sith exist, thanks. The Jedi did everything in their power to *mitigate harm* with the information they had.
3a-Seriously Yoda is not responsible for all evils in the galaxy, and the fact that the most frequently bashed Jedi (Mace, Ki-Adi Mundi) are all PoC is fucking telling.
4-Jedi are not Space Catholics. Yoda is not the Jedi Pope.
5-Actually the Mandos are Space Catholics Missionaries and the fact that y'all stan them freaks me out, especially when you celebrate them for the same things you criticize the Jedi for
5a-It has been asked that I elaborate and/or change this one to Space Missionaries so I will just say a) Mandos are canonically opposed to pre-marital sex, b) the gender role stuff is a lot of fucking nonsense, c) there's a lot of "if you aren't Mando this way you're not Mando" d) there's a lot of emphasis on raising kids and taking people from other cultures and then raising THEM as Mandos and e) a lot of "inherently better at raising kids" that... twigs a lot of stereotypes and f) a lot of fanfic gives the kara the super special Mando only version of the force (plus you know, Mandos and their constant schisms, did they have three Mandalors at one time who all excommunicated each other? I would not be shocked)
5b) Really 4 and 5 can boil down to "people criticize the Jedi for a lot of shit that they then applaud fanon Mandos for, and considering I have literally gotten into it with people who insist Yoda is the Jedi Pope I used Catholic as shorthand for a lot of it and I do apologize for it
5c) Also the Jedi don't steal kids but the Mandos canonically do, fuck you Traviss
6-If you're writing in a shared/open canon that means various authors have different interpretations & people get to pick and choose which parts they use. So there's nothing wrong with using Jedi Apprentice etc to give Obi-Wan more angst but people are also free to ignore it. And also ignore writers who they think get the characters wrong. Because that happens. (I spent a lot of time in comics fandom and I have a long list of writers who I will just ignore their runs because they got [character] completely wrong)
7-Sometimes though please look at actual canon events instead of just relying on fandom osmosis because The Jedi did not attack first at Galidraan stop acting like they are the ones to blame & also Qui-Gon did NOT steal Anakin from Shmi..
8-Write whatever you want, just please consider the implications of what you're writing and tag accordingly, thank you. And also if you are going to write something *ist that means you can and will get called out on it. You can (and should if you want!) write stuff that deals with issues and dark povs, but for the love of everything please at least throw up a disclaimer being like "views of characters are not those of the author" because sometimes it does not look that way. (And in no way am I suggesting attacking/dogpiling authors, but I am saying you might get a comment or two going “hey this trope you’re using relies on racist beliefs, maybe reconsider and/or put up a warning) Like, I so much prefer when people write fucked up stuff and you can tell the author is aware of what they’re doing and its on purpose vs the person who is writing what’s clearly an abusive relationship and tags it “fluff” and “relationship goals”
9-Actually Anakin is responsible for his own choices and he could have left the Jedi to marry Padme if he wanted, and also he made the choice to commit murder multiple times. Padme is also responsible for her own choices, including covering up murders.
10-People show love and affection in different ways and all love languages are valid and Obi-Wan (and the Jedi) are not robots seriously acts of service is a super valid fucking love language and also um they do express affection did you see how Obi-Wan hugged Dex?
11-The Jedi are not a cult, the end.
12-Also dictatorships are bad and being like "the Jedi should just go invade places" is also bad.
13-Everything about the Jedi being inspired by Asian cultures and also specifically Buddhism but I am not knowledgeable to write that so I will just point out there are plenty of Asian fans doing the work and talking about it.
14-There is zero evidence is current Disney canon that that clones identify as Mandos/speak Mandoa and um, I have issues with the idea that the clones with their *shitty* childhoods would be "inherently better at raising kids" than Jedi.
15-Actually drugging someone without their consent is bad, even if you think its "for their own good" and the sheer amount of fics that act like Jedi would forget to eat or sleep or bathe is infantalizing as fuck.
16-I am begging fandom to learn about the concepts of “villain protagonist”, “unreliable narrator” and “protagonist centered morality.”
17-Opsec is a thing in war, so like, maybe the Jedi are justified in not telling Anakin the details of classified missions where his telling the wrong person could lead to death?
... I probably have more but 17 is enough, oops
#pro-jedi#Very salty#Look I almost never check tumblr don't expect me to pay attention to whatever you say in reply#Not particularly fanon Mando friendly#I want people to write what they want and what makes them happy#But a lot of fandom attitudes in fic and meta are frustrating#Star Wars
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