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star-whores-a-new-hoe · 1 month

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The Comfort of Strangers //Padawan! Obi-Wan X Fem! Reader

A/N: Well...Hi! I haven't written in two years! I'll post a little update soon but I was INCREDIBLY horny inspired after seeing the Phantom Menace in theaters! Hope you enjoy this lil smutty Padawn Obi fic!

Summary: You and all of Queen Amidala's handmaidens are stuck on Tatooine waiting for Qui Gon to get the hyperdrive parts you need. With all the stress and anxiety of escaping Naboo, the good-looking Palawan stuck on the ship with you looks like a good distraction.

Warnings VERY IMPORTANT: I know Padme and her handmaidens are pretty young, but for the purposes of this story READER IS OVER 18!!!!! That being said, this fic contains, smut, kinda a hookup, using sex with a stranger as comfort, risk of being caught, P in V action, unprotected sex, pull-out method, handy, some finger-banging action, dirty talk, some implied Qui Gon x Reader x Obi-Wan action for a minute there oop, and probably some spelling and grammar mistakes!

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With the whirlwind of events that was the invasion of Naboo, one would think that boredom would bring some welcome relief. They would be sorely mistaken.

The rush of adrenaline that had flooded your veins as you and the other handmaidens frantically dressed sabé, hands, and hearts a flurry, before chasing you up the ramp of the starfighter with gunfire at your back had finally subsided. Now, with the monotonous heat of Tatooine creeping into the ship, there was nothing but dull numbness left.

Padme had left over a day ago to experience this strange outer-rim world you all had landed on. That left the rest of you with nothing to do but worry. Senator Vancil regularly sent updates urging Queen Amidala to contact him. Each of his messages was more dire than the last. News of your people in camps, starving, dying, surrounded by those damned battle droids, those disgusting Numoidions watching gleefully from the high walls of the Theed palace.

You could practically feel all of the handmaidens' hearts sink in tandem with each new update. That young Jedi, Obi-Wan, simply reminded the Queen, (or who he figured to be the queen) to send no reply. Had he no empathy?! Obviously, none of you were dumb enough to risk the safety of your mission, the safety of your people, in transmitting any kind of message but could he not for a moment let down his Jedi knight persona and give you all some grace?

Jedi learner actually, I suppose. You thought to yourself. Curled up in an out-of-the-way nook, the hood of your orange handmaiden dress hung limply down your back. Normally you were grateful for the thick velvet robes in space, but even with the ship's cooling systems still online it seemed that they were no match for Tatooine. The oppressive heat sat thickly in the stale air, leaving everyone on board anxious and irritable.

You couldn't lie to yourself. Between your fear and anxiety, the sight of that young padawan was a welcome distraction. You were positive you weren't the only one who thought so, you had definitely caught your fellow handmaiden's eyes flick over him from under their hoods. There was just something about him. Maybe it was the cocky banter he had shared with his master, even in the flurry of battle, or maybe it was the way the collar of his Jedi robes opened just enough for you to want to see more. Or perhaps it was the way you could imagine tugging on that padawan braid as-

“Oh, apologies, I didn't realize there was anyone back here.”

You start, ripped from your thoughts by the man himself. He stood, palm braced against the doorway to your little hideaway. He’d discarded his Jedi cloak, leaving him the tan robes.

“Sorry,” You say sheepishly. “Just…taking a breather.” Truth be told, in a ship this size there wasn't much space for ‘breathers.’ There's a beat of awkward silence before he clears his throat.

“I assumed you would be with your queen and fellow Handmaidens in the royal quarters.” You resist the urge to scoff. Little did he know your queen was off in the deserts of Tatooine.

“I think we’re all just processing that last message from the senator. I just needed a moment to myself I guess.” He gives you a tight-lipped smile.

“I’ll leave you to it then.” He turns to walk away and you scramble for anything to keep the conversation going.

“What’s it like being a Jedi?” You cringe at the question. He looks back over his shoulder at you.

“Well, Padawan.” He corrects, sheepishly.

“Right, yes. What’s it like to be a Padawan?” He turned to face you full-on, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorway.

“It’s a life of service and peace.” He says simply. “I am devoted to the service of the Republic and the force.” You hum in response.

“What’s it like being a handmaiden?” He asks, a teasing edge in his voice. From this angle, with you still curled up on the floor, he towers over you, looking down at you with a seductive smirk that makes your stomach do cartwheels.

“It’s a life of service and peace.” You repeat. “I am devoted to my queen, my people, and my planet.”

“My, my, sounds like we have quite a few similarities.” You crack a weak smile.

“Why not take a seat?” You offer, motioning towards the cramped bit of floor in front of you. “I highly doubt you have anything better to do.” He raises an eyebrow at you before obliging. “You must live in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, right?” You ask as he squeezes into the cramped space, his knees knocking against yours.

“Indeed, Coruscant has been my home for as long as I can remember.”

“I've always wanted to see Coruscant. My family went when I was very small but I don’t remember it. I always meant to visit. I just never thought it would be under such…dire circumstances.” There's another beat of silence.

“How are you and the others fairing?” You pause, debating your response. None of you had discussed it with each other. Your grief was so profound, deep, and shared in the way only sisters know. There had been no need to speak of it. But perhaps voicing it would help.

“I think this is going to be the hardest part. At least I, we, were all doing something by escaping the planet, almost getting shot down. But this, just waiting… maker it’s eating me alive.” He nodded solemnly.

“I understand.”

“Do you?” It’s not meant to be a cruel question, but definitely a pointed one. “I thought Jedi didn't do emotions?”

“Jedi don’t do attachments. We are encouraged to feel emotions, they bring us closer to the force, closer to all the living things around us.” Maker, you wanted him closer.

A part of you hated yourself for wanting distraction, for seeing the first person in front of you, and wanting to find that special kind of escape and comfort. But a bigger part of you craved the young man in front of you, the release from this monotonous boredom and anxiety.

“And what about…entanglements?” You purposefully tap your knee against his, letting a sultry gaze flood your eyes. He straightened slightly, his quizzical gaze raking you over.

“Is that really what you want?” His question wasn't accusative or disgusted but genuinely curious, soft, and gentle. The seductive fire in your eyes dies down slightly. Your eyes flick down to the floor.

“Is that so bad?” It comes out barely louder than a whisper. A gentle hand lifts your chin till your gaze meets baby blue eyes, nearly the same shade as the lightsaber you watched him wield earlier. Oh how his hands had moved with such skill and grace, you couldn't help but imagine how those calloused, practiced hands would feel running over your body. Obi-wan smiled.

“If that's what you feel, then it’s not bad at all.” Abruptly he pulled back, the sensation of him leaving your bubble had you feeling cold even in the burning ship. “Yes, Jedi are allowed to have entanglements.”

“Oh.” you flash him a sly grin, confidence slowly seeping into you. “Good to know.”

“Indeed.” His eyes bore into yours, the tension between the two of you was electric.

“Well if you ask me,” You say, placing a hand on his knee. “We have quite some time to kill before your Master gets back with the parts we need, don’t you think?” Obi-Wan’s hand came up to play with the hem of your skirt.

“I’d be inclined to agree.”

“Why don't we kill some time then? Hmm?” Obi-Wan’s face lights up in a devilish smirk as his hands glide up to your waist.

“Doesn't sound like a bad idea to me.”

You lean forward, a soft smile on your lips that matches his before the young Jedi captures your mouth with his. It’s not the quick frantic touches one would expect of a hidden tryst. It’s soft and comforting like you both know you need the solace of another, the soothing touches of a lover not the hard and fast pace of a quick fuck.

You sigh against him, melting into his touch. Your hands slide over the expanse of his broad chest up to rest on his shoulders. One of Obi-Wan’s hands slides up over your spine, sending shivers through your body before he tenderly cradles your neck. His tongue teases the seal of your lips and you gladly let him in, pulling yourself closer to him as his tongue explores your mouth.

Pulling you fully into his lap, you can feel the bulge in his pants press against you. Simply the thought of it makes you wet. You grind your hips against him testingly and he hums his encouragement. One of Obi-Wan’s hands moves to your knee. Ever so delicately he slides his hand upwards over your thigh, the hem of your dress pulled ever upwards with his movements. His hand resting on the bare skin of your upper thigh, he gently moves you to grind against him again.

As you rut against him, Obi-Wan’s lips leave yours to place open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down the expanse of your neck, and over the limited bit of collarbone exposed by your dress. You expose your neck to him with a sigh, letting your head fall back into the reassuring weight of his hand cradling your head.

This was it. What you so desperately needed. The reassuring touches of another that sent electric currents through your body. The safety of being held in someone's arms. Here, in this little nook with Obi-Wan, even if it was for just a moment, was paradise.

Your hands sneak their way between the two of your bodies. Reaching for his hand that gripped the pillowy flesh of your thigh, you guide him to rest it on your breast. Taking the queue, Obi-Wan gives your tit a gentle squeeze, smoothing his thumb in little circles over the fabric right where he knows your nipple is.

You practically whine at the sensation, grinding against him even harder. Your hand comes to rest on his crotch.

“Help me take these off?” Your voice comes out much more sultry than you expected. He flashes you a smile that makes your heartache.

“Why of course.” Together, you work him out of his trousers so that his erection stands tall and proud, a tiny bit of pre cum already beading at his tip. Your mouth waters at the sight. Without another thought, you spit in your hand before reaching down to grasp the base of him. He sighs at the contact and without missing a beat you begin to slowly move your hand over the length of him.

“Is that alright?” You ask, his hands slowly wandering over your thighs, ever closer to where you crave him.

“A-a little harder if you don't mind darling.” A part of you swoons at the pet name, and a bigger part of you smirks at making such a fine, confident man stutter.

You oblige, squeezing a bit tighter as you work his length and Obi-Wan throws his head back in bliss.

“Oh yes, just like that.” Seeing an opportunity in front of you, you lean forward to kiss his exposed neck, his padawan braid tickling your nose. A small blush creeps up his neck and over his cheeks as you continue to pleasure him with your hand.

Obi-Wan’s wandering hands finally reach under the skirts of your dress, his fingers dragging along the center of you, feeling the wetness that undoubtedly stains your undergarments.

“Oh my, all this for me?” He teases.

“Just shut up and touch me please.” You groan. Obi-wan places a sweet peak to your cheek.

“How could I say no to someone as lovely as you?” If you weren't flushed before that comment certainly did it. His hands push aside your drenched undergarment, letting two of his fingers leave teasing touches across you, never once letting them brush your aching clit.

“If I’d known you'd be such a tease I would have approached that master of yours.” You tease. Obi-Wan scoffs.

“I’m not a tease, you’re just impatient.” He replies slightly breathlessly. “Besides,” He adds finally drawing little circles in your clit. He leans in close to whisper in your ear. “You must be very naive to think Qui Gon Jinn wouldn't be a merciless fuck.”

For a brief moment, the thought of both of them pleasuring you enters your mind. The older Jedi taking you from behind while he instructs his learner on how to fuck your throat. You’re pulled from your thoughts by Obi-Wan capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, rougher than the last, full of need and lust.

“Obi-Wan,” You pant breathlessly, pulling away from his kiss. “Fuck me.” He groans, taking his cock in his hand to line it up against your entrance. You shimmy forward, knees on either side of him before sinking down.

You both sigh in unison, inch after glorious inch fills you up, stretching you out perfectly. He’s barely inside of you before you start moving, grasping his shoulder to help lift yourself on and off his cock. He grasps your waist, helping you move as you work yourself open on him.

the two of you build up a steady rhythm, it’s all you can do to bite your lip and keep from your moans of delight escaping the room. Obi-Wan hits a certain spot inside of you that sends a sudden gasp from your lips. His hand quickly reaches up to cover your mouth.

“Careful now, wouldn't want the other handmaidens hearing, would we?” You whine quietly in agreement. He smirks. “Think you can handle yourself without me keeping you quiet?” You nod eagerly. “That's what we like to hear.” He practically coos, his hand leaving your mouth to work at your clit, heightening your pleasure tenfold.

Every stroke of his cock inside of you leaves you a bigger mess than the last. You grind against him desperately, hungry for every touch, every current of pleasure he sends through your body, every sensation that takes you further and further from the predicament you’re currently stuck in. Everything was building up, threatening to spill over at any second.

“M-make, I won't last muc-ch longer.” Obi-Wan sighs. His movements on your clit are frantic, his thrusts sloppy like that of a man on the edge. “Please, need you to cum for me.” He practically begs. He slots his head between your neck and shoulder, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. “Need to feel you come around my cock.”

He hits the perfect spot inside you as he whispers his filthy words in your ear, sending you right over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure courses through your body, your cunt squeezing him like a vice, his ministrations on your clit never ceasing.

“Oh yes, just like that.” He works you through your orgasm, not even ceasing as you slump against him. It’s only when you push his hand away from your overstimulated pussy that he ceases. Reluctantly, you move yourself off of his cock, taking him in your hand and watching with immense satisfaction as he falls apart, spilling his seed over your thighs.

You both sigh, sweat beading both your brows and the air between you hot and heavy with a mixture of your previous actions and the stale Tatooine air.

Swallowing dryly you break the silence. “Thank you.”

“Sincerely my lady, the pleasure was all mine.” He nods to the evidence of such on your thighs which raises a chuckle from you. You produce a handkerchief from a tucked-away pocket and start cleaning his cum from your thighs.

A content quite settles over the two of you as you tidy up, helping each other straighten your clothing. As you tuck Obi-Wan’s padawan braid behind his ear, the high-pitched beep of a comlink interprets the tender moment.

“Obi-Wan, are you there?” His Master’s voice sounds through the device on Obi-Wan’s belt. He gives your hand a slight squeeze as he picks up the com with the other.

“Yes Master, any luck acquiring the part for the hyperdrive?”

“I'm afraid the situation has grown more...complicated.” Obi-Wan sighs.

“Why do I sense that we’ve picked up yet another pathetic life form?” Obi-Wan casts you an apologetic glance as his master continues. Tucking your hair back into your hood, you give him a small smile and nod for him to go. With a soft smile of his own in return, he turns toward to cockpit, the comlink in his hand updating him on the situation.

With a sigh, you turn and walk back toward the quarters where you know the others will be. The dull ache of the tragic events around you was still present, but somewhat subdued thankfully. Who knew you could find so much comfort in strangers?

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galaxiesfinest · 8 months

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About Admin ✨️✨️

Hi!! I am galaxiesfinest! Welcome to my page!!

This will primarily be a star wars fan page !! I will post ship content, character content, etc.

I am 18 so please be 16+ if you are to interact.

My favorite characters are Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Padm�� Amidala!!

My favourite ships are

HanLeia, Codywan, Anidala, Dinluke, Skylighter, and a little bit of Sabé x Padmé !

Please D.N.I. If you are a obikin or a quigon x obiwan shipper. I'm just simply not comfortable with those ships and would rather avoid!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

I make playlists as well! And if anyone has any requests or suggestions, please let me know! My inbox is open and I'd love to hear them!!

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josephinekhawaja · 1 year

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I mean, if anybody would be able to secularise (/seduce) Din Djarin out of this culty mess, that would be Bo-Katan Kryze.

Never shipped Satine and Obi-Wan Kenobi (Obi-Wan x Sabé has been OTP for me since 1999), but thought I caught a photoset in passing where he canonically admits he would have left the Jedi order for her.

The power of the Kryze sisters to lure away the religious is potent. You got this, girl. Go save your boy a literal third time from himself🥴😵.

#So...sex-with-helmets-on smut?#Our only consolation in these aesthetically trying times.#Gonna need to Fleabag this thing or something.#Grogu would be their Korkie.#Din Djarin x Bo-Katan Kryze #Din x Bo-Katan #Din-Katan #dinbo

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piecesofeden11 · 1 month

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6 and 17 (Obi-Wan)??

Thank youuuu! (More questions here <3)

6. Show us a bit of a WIP. - Are you trying to get me in trouble :D Nah, let's see, have a passage from P.... Puppets!

There was a knock on the door and a young woman, dressed in similar attire to Sabé poked her head into the room. She held a bundle of clothes in her arms. "Ma'am," she said with a short bow, then glanced at Obi-Wan. "Sir. I'm sorry for the interruption, but the doctor has asked me to fetch you, Mylady. They say it is time."

Tension of another kind suddenly hung in the air, as Sabé glanced between the girl and Obi-Wan, clearly conflicted as to what to do. She went to the door and took the pile of clothes, placing it on the couch where Obi-Wan sat. "I- please don't run off without us having a chance to talk again", she said.

He sighed, then slowly nodded. "I promise." A wry, unhappy smile came to his lips as he reached out to grab the pile of clothes. "Is there perhaps a room I could change in?"

Sabé's face remained skeptical, but the urgency to get to her wife's side got stronger by the second. She instructed the girl to escort Obi-Wan to one of the guest rooms, then gave him one last, stern look before disappearing.

"This way, Sir." 17. What's a book, movie, or show you think Obi-Wan would like? - I had the same question from Wibz just a moment ago, so I'll sneakily change that to Anakin, if that's alright! :D Anakin ... would watch a lot of crime, I'm sure. Space X-Files! And probably also stuff like Mythbusters and Forged in Fire (albeit more ... gffa conform, obviously :D) In my head, he reads a lot of magazines on tech stuff, too as well as unironically text books for engineering. I head canon him as a very slow reader though, so he'll mostly have them read to him while he tinkers ^^

#ask game #asked and answered #fandom tag #eden rambles

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kaizsche · 2 years

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oh darling, it's alarming to think of us apart

PART OF I WAS MADE FOR LOVING YOU, BABY one shots

PAIRING: padawan! obi-wan kenobi x reader

SUMMARY: The Trade Federation threatens to endanger Naboo and its citizens if their demands are not met, which escalates into a war. You meet your soulmate. Soulmate AU!

WORD COUNT: 1404

Despite the training you had undergone ever since you were but a child, nothing could truly prepare you for War. The Queen of Naboo’s handmaidens are handpicked by Padmé herself, known for their intelligence, courage, and competence. This is everything you have ever known, and yet the mere possibility of danger befalling the Queen and your fellow handmaidens causes your joints to lock in response to your foreboding sentiments.

A hand landing on your shoulder ruptures the blizzard of dread muddling your thoughts. Sabé stands before you, her kind eyes worried. She schools her features once the tall doors of Naboo’s council bang open.

Padmé takes her place next to you, a comforting smile gracing her features. The Viceroy is clear with his intentions to garner The Queen’s agreement to sign the treaty. They will exhaust every means possible– even sacrificing Naboo’s citizens should Her Highness choose to prolong the talks. You can hear Padmé’s quiet aggravation beside you, gnawing her teeth underneath the shade of her vermillion hood.

... continue reading here

#posted on ao3 #July Writing Challenge #Writing Prompts #Writing Challenge #star wars fanfiction #sw fanfiction #obi-wan kenobi #obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan x reader

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binaryeclipse · 2 years

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Obidala next for the SHIP ASKS

Oh ho ho 👀 thank you so much for this paring ask 💖

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:

When I started shipping them: You know how everyone makes that joke about "why would Padmé choose Anakin when Obi-Wan is right there!?" but they don't actually mean it in a shipping way they only do it to rag on Anakin's character? Well I took the question in good faith instead, followed it to it's logical conclusion and what I found was hot as fuck.

My thoughts: It's hot. It's so hot. Obi-Wan Kenobi is a slut and you know he'd eat pussy so good and Padmé deserves that 😌

The only way I could see them working in a canon setting is post-Mustafar where Padmé survives. They're on the run, raising the twins and that is the peace between them. There's resentment on either end for their parts in Anakin's fall (how could you not see it, why didn't you stop it, how could you be so selfish to cling to him) and also their own acknowledgement that they didn't want to see what was in front of them the whole time. But there's also this draw, this lingering obsession, with the person Anakin Skywalker loved most in this world. Because Anakin didn't leave the Jedi because of Obi-Wan, and Anakin wasn't fully committed to the Jedi because of Padmé Amidala. So they fuck, desperately, hard, rough, seeking out a glimmer of that which Anakin loved as a way to still hold onto him. It's a twisted sort of comfort, but it's all they have asides from the twins.

And it's the twins who soften it, over time, who turn that dark and twisting thing between them into something softer. They can heal from the wounds Anakin left on them when he betrayed them and everything they loved. They were both loyal to democracy, and they'd see that restored. Palpatine took everything except the twins from them, they'd bring hell to his doorstep. Because neither of them are soft people. Padmé is honestly kind of feral and Obi-Wan is three cats in a paper bag.

Oh they'd fight, they'd dig in their claws. They were both the moral pillars of Anakin's life and Obi-Wan can go toe-to-toe with any politician and probably win. He'd tear Padmé Amidala from her ivory tower and build her back up, with greater foundation for her beliefs than her academic study.

I think they'd learn to love each other genuinely but I cannot divorce their love and loyalty to Anakin from their relationship. It can't really be done in a canon setting. Loving a demi-god does that to you.

What makes me happy about them: They'd be good together, eventually. I think both of them have the capacity to be supportive partners (Obi-Wan would probably have to tear down some of Padmé's worse traits, her desire to avoid conflict being one of them).

Also, they're hot. I'd watch their sex tape 👀💦💦💦💦💦

What makes me sad about them: They're both so tragic, betrayed by the person who they loved the most in the galaxy. Obi-Wan was by her side when she died and she pleaded with him, insisting there was still good in him.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: I'm not a fan of dom!Padmé and sub!Obi-Wan. I don't see their dynamic in that sense. I don't see Obi-Wan as a sub at all really. I think in the game of doms, Obi-Wan takes the throne between the two of them (and honestly, I like sub!Padmé in this instance)

Things I look for in fanfic: Honestly, anything. There's not a lot of just them that isn't already Obianidala. Which is fine! But even in that context, you rarely see them two of them together. It's usually Anakin getting his cake and eating it too and we rarely see the two of them interact.

My wishlist: Just more content of the two of them really. We rarely see them interact.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Anakin 😂 But I also like Padmé x Satine and Padmé x Sabé. As for Obi-Wan... ah, let him be the hoe he's always been 😂

My happily ever after for them: Raising the twins and acknowledging their love for Anakin Skywalker and absolving each other of their guilt surrounding his fall. And having great hot sex.

#ask game #obidala

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stcry-tellers · 1 year

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Hello, there!

Back at it again, so, I'm putting up a call for a roleplay partner. So, here's some info, about me/the way I write:

I'm +21 and prefer to write with people +18, whether there's NSFW themes involved or not.

Currently studying a college degree, therefore I might not always have time to get back right away. However, I do try to be active in all my threads.

Heavily lit/adv lit. The more I'm given to work with, the better. However, I have the tendency to match the other person's reply length and don't mind length long as it offers some insight on the scenario or the character's actions.

Looking for someone who enjoys plotting a lot, as well as making playlists, Pinterest moodboards, memes, etc.

I'm mostly looking for Star Wars rps, specially canon-verse or canon-adjacent. However, I'm very much open to AUs. Here's a list of the things I'd be up to write:

- Obi-Wan Kenobi x Anakin Skywalker (Padawan Au, genderbent AU, canon compliant, fix-it, modern AU...)

- Obi-Wan Kenobi x Satine Kryze (Medieval AU, genderbent AU, modern AU, Mandalorian Civil War timeline, Clone Wars timeline...)

- Obi-Wan Kenobi x Siri Tachi ( Legends Canon, AU, genderbent for f/f...)

- Cal Kestis x Merrin (Canon compliant, modern AU, DnD AU...)

- Quinlan Vos x Obi-Wan Kenobi ( canon compliant, genderbent AU, post-Kenobi show, raising the twins AU...)

- Sabé x Padmé Amidala (canon compliant, medieval AU, modern AU, Jedi!Sabé AU, fix-it...)

- Darth Vader x Obi-Wan Kenobi (canon compliant, fix-its...)

My preferred platform is discord, however, I have done rp through Tumblr some times before. If you're interested, send me a DM!

#obikin rp #obitine rp #merrical #cal kestis rp #Obi-Wan kenobi rp #anakin Skywalker rp #sabedala rp #padme amidala rp #quinobi rp #sabedala #quinobi #quinlan vos #obikin #siri tachi

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kayedium-writes · 1 year

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Back in the day, Sabe x Obiwan was a popular ship and so was Dorme x Anakin!

Yeah, I’ve read Obi-Wan and Sabé… I don’t really care for it any more than I do Obi-Wan with Padmé. I have my preferred Obi-Wan ships, others I’m neutral on, and others I’m not as much of a fan of. I’ve never seen Dormé x Anakin… or, maybe I did once? Not sure. It would’ve been on FFN though!

#asks answered

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mayxthexforce · 2 months

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🎹 the worst roleplay trend i ever saw 🌸 the blog/s that most inspires me ⛱ my opinions on anon hate 🦁 my favorite ships

MY EXPERIENCE IN THE ROLEPLAYING COMMUNITY

🎹 the worst roleplay trend i ever saw

I don't really keep up with roleplay trends too much so I'm sure there's worse ones but, when it was popular for people to format their replies so that the font was even smaller than Tumblr small text. I don't have eyesight issues and even I struggled to read those.

🌸 the blog/s that most inspires me

The people that have listened to me ramble the most: @foundjarin, @corruptedforce, @mutatiio, @galaccias, @nieithryn, @monstarousmythos.

⛱ my opinions on anon hate

The one I get is fucking hilarious in how pathetic it is. That's what I think of all anon hate: a spectrum of either hilariously pathetic or just downright pathetic. People get really mouthy while hiding behind anonymity, it's funny. I don't know what makes them think anyone will take criticism from or just care about the negative opinion of someone who can't even speak their mind without hiding. Also very childish, Tumblr has such a wonderful blocking and blacklisting system, why are they so obsessed with people they hate? Shows they don't have anything going for themselves imo.

🦁 my favorite ships

I have a few. In no particular order: Cal x Din, Obi-Wan x Maul, Sabé x Anakin, Ros Lai x Quinlan, Goran x Boba, Luke x Din, Leia x Boba, Han x Leia, Bossk x Jango.

#||answered ask||#||out of character||#||anon ask||

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ilonga · 1 year

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#star wars - 470 posts

#padme amidala - 130 posts

#star wars fanart - 123 posts

#anakin skywalker - 113 posts

#star wars gifs - 106 posts

#birbs - 96 posts

#cobra kai - 82 posts

#ahsoka tano - 73 posts

#gifs - 58 posts

#obi-wan kenobi - 54 posts

Longest Tag: 130 characters

#her stomach is still showing which is ehhh not practical at all but i get that they're still trying to keep ties to her first look

My Top Posts in 2022:

amidala’s rebellion

(so an AU where Padmé and co never found Anakin on Tatooine and consequently had a much more difficult time getting back to Naboo. The battle against the Trade Federation dragged out for years, and in the background, the galaxy fell to the Clone Wars with Palpatine rising to power as the Chancellor. In the chaos, Padmé ends up desperate enough to take on the proposed constitutional amendment to let her stay in power indefinitely and, when the Empire rises, Naboo becomes a lynchpin for the fledgling rebellion.

And Sabé becomes her assasin.)

ao3

"I know you," the Moff says. "I know what you are, girl. Do you think we do not hear the rumors? Do you think that just because we do not have the proof, we don't know what the Queen of Naboo truly is to the Empire? And you - " He spits - "her personal attack dog."

He laughs. "Doesn't it grate on you, handmaiden, to be nothing less than an animal at the beck and call of your precious Amidala? Have you ever done anything out of your own free will?"

Sabé lets the words wash over her like the waves of the lakeshore by the Naberries' villa. Lets herself remember the feeling of Padmé's painted lips brushing fleetingly against her own. There's this common misconception that the galaxy has: that Padmé is Amidala, and the handmaidens serve her unquestioningly. Padmé isn't Amidala. Amidala is Padmé's voice, Saché's poise, Rabé's gait, Yané's gaze, Sabé's heart. Amidala is a shadow, falling over the whole of Naboo, wreaking havoc on the Empire. Amidala is all of them, and Amidala is none of them. Amidala is their creation, and they are Amidala's prisoners.

And they wouldn't have it any other way.

At Sabé's cold smile, the Moff pales. He steps backwards. "Please," he says, and Sabé nearly laughs at how quickly he changes his tune. "I have a family. I have children."

It's a lie. She'd know; espionage was the first thing Sabé learned when she became a handmaiden.

But it wouldn't have made a difference.

So she really does laugh this time. "I thought you said you knew what I was."

She slits his throat like all the others.

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both relationships tory enters in the show (tory x miguel and tory x robby) start with her trying to turn x guy away from sam which is really funny to me because like. the first thing she thinks of when going after a guy is SAM. not “wow I really like this guy!” but “HA you know what sam would HATE take THAT”

and also the fact that when sam and miguel kissed in s2 she was furious at sam, who was so drunk she couldn’t stand straight at the time, but barely spared a second thought for miguel, her actual boyfriend, who was dead sober. tory. were you mad that sam kissed miguel or mad that she didn’t kiss you JUST SAYING

76 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

i think that after sam and tory become besties (manifesting s6 let’s go) they still fight each other for fun and the first two times it scares the hell out of miguel and robby until they realize that no, these dumbasses aren’t ACTUALLY trying to kill each other this time they’re just PRETENDING to and they give up yeah

94 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

ANWAYS THE WAY SAM AND TORY BRING OUT THE ABSOLUTE WORST IN EACH OTHER THE WAY THEY DRIVE EACH OTHER ABSOLUTELY INSANE!!!! THE WAY THEY TURN EACH OTHER INTO THE ABSOLUTE WORST VERSIONS OF THEMSELVES THROUGHOUT THE DURATION OF THEIR RIVALRY!!! THE WAY MIGUEL AND ROBBY BECOME COLLATERAL DAMAGE IN THEIR WINDING PATH OF DESTRUCTION!! GO GIRLS GO

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My #1 post of 2022

of disastrous proportions

Or, maybe Jedi General Anakin Skywalker is not as dead as the Rebellion thought he was. And maybe Luke and Leia, desperate not to be left out of the rescue, have inherited their parents' propensity for chaos. Just a little bit.

ao3

The Rebel Alliance briefing room is in chaos.

It always is, these days, but usually it's in a state of more affectionately-termed "organized chaos". Today is an altogether different madness. From far enough above that no one notices them, and actively shielding their presences enough so that none of the force-sensitives in the room feel the need to look up, Luke and Leia Naberrie-Skywalker hang on to every intelligible word.

"General Skywalker is dead—"

"—description matches him perfectly—"

"It's been well over a decade, even if he had survived then, it is impossible—"

"Anakin's always had a knack for the impossible—"

"—survived Order 66 then we would have known—"

"Agent Sabé's information has never been wrong before—"

"Enough."

The room quiets marginally. Padmé Amidala, Senator turned traitor to the Republic and General of the Rebel Alliance, steps forward. Ahsoka Tano and Obi-wan Kenobi, former Jedi dead on all official Empire records, stand steadily behind her.

Luke and Leia, perched in the vents, exchange an apprehensive glance.

"General Amidala, you must see reason," Mon Mothma says placatingly. "Obtaining the Death Star plans is of utmost importance right now. We don't have the resources to waste on such a treacherous rescue mission, not when it's likely nothing more than chasing ghosts."

"Or worse," Ackbar adds. "A trap."

"Rest assured," Padmé says smoothly, "that I have heard all of your points. But Sabé's information has been confirmed by multiple trustworthy sources. There is an extremely valuable prisoner on-board the Death Star, scheduled for execution, and he does match the allegedly late General Skywalker's description. Eerily well."

"And if it isn't him?" Mon Mothma asks. "We can't afford to send our best agents out for the sake of a 'maybe'. Not even for the father of your children, Padmé."

Even their mother, with all of her practice at keeping her expressions even and diplomatic, can't stop her gaze from narrowing sharply. Leia grips the bar she's pressed against more tightly, watching her knuckles whiten.

But it's Ahsoka that speaks this time, putting a steadying hand on Padmé's shoulder. "Any prisoner that valuable is worth our time, Skywalker or no."

"Ahsoka is correct," Obi-wan says. "Besides, it will be a simple reconnaissance mission, nothing more. Ahsoka and I will find the station and be in and out as quickly as we can."

"It's never that easy."

Obi-wan looks slightly affronted at that. "We are well-versed in these types of missions, Ahsoka and I. We will handle it."

But a puff of air besides her makes Leia miss whatever is said next.

"Shh," she snaps."I'm trying to listen."

Luke, attention torn away from the scene below, gives her an affronted look. "I'm literally just breathing."

"Well, you're breathing too loud. Cut it out."

"Oh, I'm sorry, your highness, I'll just stop breathing for your sake—"

Leia claps a hand over his mouth. Luke rolls his eyes at her.

Below, a murmur sounds.

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sobiweek · 5 years

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It's finally here—

#sobiweek2019!

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As many of you already know, we were originally going to be hosting the latest Sobiweek back in May, but due to scheduling conflicts and really, just life in general, mods @khaleesa and @handmaiclen had decided to push the date back several weeks. #sobiweek2019 will run from today, Sunday, June 9th, until Saturday, June 15th.

To those participating in the event, please use the tags #sobiweek2019 or #sobiweek when posting your works. Also, we have an AO3 collection here. If there are any questions, etc. feel free to contact either of us directly!

#sobiweek #sobiweek2019 #sabé #sabe #obi wan kenobi #sobiwan #sabewan #obi-wan x sabé #mod post

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josephinekhawaja · 2 years

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Like no offence to Owen Lars...

But Obi-Wan Kenobi is the true uncle of the Skywalker twins🥺🥺.

#Maybe I was the only one thinking Obi-Wan Kenobi would just be him brooding over his nephew at a watchful distance.#Instead we get the treat of him bonding with his niece.#If only Sabé was around to be their aunt though.#Bring back Keira Knightley!#Kenobi #Obi-Wan x Sabé #After all the shit Anakin Skywalker pulled...#...his brother from another mother is still looking after his babies.#the Skywalker twins #Leia Skywalker

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khaleesa · 5 years

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Fic: Sprouts

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing/Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Sabé, original child character

Rating & Warnings: K for kidfic

Word Count: 1400

Summary: They can hardly be surprised at their son’s enthusiasm for gardening...

A/N: Is it spring yet? Not quite, but I’ve had a gardening bug lately, and a friend’s Instagram story inspired this little Sabewan fic. (And made me realize how long it’s been since I wrote any fic, eep! I mean to do better!) Set in Born of LIght-verse, a few years after Growing Seasons. Unbetaed. I hope this fic is a nice little glimpse of spring! Please read, review, reblog. :)

Read it on AO3. Or here. ;)

~*~

Sabé dreamed of gardening, so vividly that she could smell the rich soil, feel the itch of it on her skin, taste--

Spluttering, she snapped awake and sat up to meet a pair of wide blue eyes twinkling at her from the foot of the bed. Specks of black dotted the unbleached bedlinens between their owner and her, like the proverbial trail of breadcrumbs in the fairytale.

"Ben Jinn Kenobi!" Sabé grimaced at the grit on her lips and put up a hand to wipe it away. "Did you throw dirt on me?"

With his sunny grin, Ben held up pudgy hands, displaying evidence of his toddler mischief, the lines of his palms darkened with potting soil. "Pwant seeds!"

Sabé flopped back on her pillow and met another pair of blue eyes now open beside her, crinkling at the corners with his silent amusement.

"Yes, I did say we'd plant seeds today." She scrubbed a hand across her face, scattering more dirt onto the sheets. "I suppose I ought to have specified after breakfast."

"We can hardly be surprised at his enthusiasm for gardening," Obi-Wan said, "seeing as he sleeps in a cellar garden." He moistened the pad of his thumb on his tongue, swiped it across her cheekbone, then brushed his lips over the same spot. "But Benji," he added, sitting up, "you know you are not supposed to play with any of the gardening equipment."

Ben's round eyes welled at the gentle rebuke, only to light up again as he found himself caught in the arms of his father, who lay back again with the little boy on his chest.

"How did he reach that bag of soil, anyway?" Sabé mused as she lay there with them, combing her fingers through his untidy shock of dark hair. "It was on the top shelf."

Ben bolted upright on Obi-Wan's chest, his own puffing with pride. "I make it fwy!"

Sabé noted her husband's rapid blink. "We can hardly be surprised at his enthusiasm for levitation," she said, "seeing as his father is a Jedi."

~*~

While Sabé made breakfast, Obi-Wan went out to tend the eopies and Ben--ostensibly--went along to help. A toddler, in all honesty, was more hindrance than help with milking and mucking, but as days in the desert were long, and more so with a child to keep entertained, nobody truly minded the chores taking more time than they ought to. That might change now that Ben could, apparently, make things fly. Sabé hoped he wouldn't test his abilities on anything unfortunate in the pen or barn. At the same time, she'd be sorry not to see it.

An even better sight, however, was that of Obi-Wan carrying their son back toward the hovel on his shoulders, both wearing grins as bright as the twin suns that rose over the dunes. She glimpsed them through the side windows as she set the table with steaming bowls of oatmeal and muja berry jam made from their own crop.

"I thought Mari Starfall's jam was delicious," Obi-Wan said, hmming after his first bite, "but nothing tastes better than food you've grown yourself."

Sabé had to stop Ben from reaching into his bowl with his hand, closing his fingers around the handle of his spoon instead. "How quickly you've forgotten our first Naboo lettuce crop."

"Pwant seeds!" cried Ben, waving his spoon and flinging oatmeal and jam over his tray.

"It seems after breakfast may prove an unattainable goal," Obi-Wan observed.

"After ours, then," Sabé said.

They wolfed down their oatmeal, then fed Ben as much as they could get him to take--mostly by asking him what they were going to do today, then shoveling spoonfuls in whenever he opened his mouth to reply, Pwant seeds! After a few bites, he caught on, clamped his mouth shut, and refused to answer, kicking his legs and grunting until they wiped the jam off his cheeks and chubby hands and released him from the confines of his chair. He toddled toward the open cellar door, and Sabé hurried after him, catching his hand to help him descend the steps.

She called over her shoulder to Obi-Wan, who'd started to clear the table. "The washing up will keep till later."

"Yes," Obi-Wan agreed, setting the bowls on the kitchen counter on his way to them, "we'll need something to do after we've completed the single task on our to-do list. Even a three-year-old can't make planting seeds take all day."

"We have potting soil to clean up, too," Sabé announced cheerfully as they were greeted by most of the contents of a large bag piled on the cellar rug. And they'd thought it was safe out of reach on the top shelf. "Thank the stars that didn't fall on Ben's head. How does one childproof for Force-sensitive offspring?"

"Send them to the Jedi Temple," replied Obi-Wan softly, with a sad smile as he scooped up Ben, who'd let go of Sabé's hand to run squealing to play in the dirt. Planting a kiss on the dark hair--which he discovered had jam in it--he said, "The potting soil is for planting, not for playing, young one."

"Not for pwaying," Ben echoed, and wagging his forefinger solemnly in imitation of his father.

Sabé stifled a laugh, but Obi-Wan's grin broke free. Together, they cleaned up the mess, which was an agreeable pastime to Ben, for it meant he got to scoop dustpanfuls back into the bag after Obi-Wan swept. When that was finished, Obi-Wan plopped Ben on a stepstool Sabé had pulled up to the workbench, where empty trays were lined up, ready for new seedlings. She handed Ben a child-sized shovel the Starfall children had outgrown--though it wouldn't be too long before their new addition would be ready to help Mari in her cellar garden-and let him fill each tray with soil. He did this quite competently, and managed to cover the workbench with a healthy layer, as well. Then, one at a time, she gave him salthia beans that had soaked overnight to press into the soil, showing him how to place the eyes facing downward. She had to do most of them over.

"Now we must cover them up," Sabé said, moving soil over the first bean. "Gently! Like you're tucking them into their little beds."

"The seeds sweeping?" asked Ben, looking up at her.

Sabé smiled over his head at Obi-Wan. "That's right. They'll grow while they're asleep. Just like you." She tickled him under the armpit as he reached to cover the seeds. His squeal of laughter echoed in the cellar, then he said, "Top it, Mama! Shh! I putting the seeds to bed!"

"Sorry," Sabé whispered.

"Shh, Dada!"

"But I didn't say anything," Obi-Wan protested in a hushed tone.

The trays of salthia beans were soon sufficiently covered. Ben insisted to be allowed to carry them to their place beneath the grow lights. With some convincing, he allowed Sabé to help.

"Turn off wights?" he asked.

"No," Obi-Wan told him, "unlike you, the seeds need to sleep with the lights on so they can grow big and strong."

Ben stared at the trays beneath the humming grow lights, then waved his hand at them. "Gwow, seeds!"

"It'll take a few days for them to sprout," Sabé said, taking his hand to guide him back upstairs. "Maybe even a whole week."

"Not a whole week!" Ben cried, though he hadn't the faintest idea what that meant.

That evening, when they returned to the cellar at his bedtime, Ben stopped to check the progress of his seeds. "They gwow!"

"I told you, Benji," Sabé said from across the room, where she pulled back the covers of the little bed in the corner by the laundry unit, "they won't sprout for a few days."

"Erm," Obi-Wan said, "you might wish to come re-evaluate that hypothesis."

"Are you barvy?" Sabé asked, joining them. She stopped short at the sight of green poking up through the dark soil, then bent low over the trays, not trusting her eyes.

"Gwow, seeds!" Ben demanded, waving his hand over the trays as he'd done earlier.

"Our son appears to have a natural mastery of plant surge," Obi-Wan said.

After she'd picked her jaw up off the floor, Sabé slipped her arm around his waist. "Well, we can hardly be surprised."

#obi wan kenobi #sabé #obi-wan x sabé #sabewan #sobiwan #star wars #born of light #my fic

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