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ironborealis · 1 month
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"I take Anakin Skywalker as my Padawan learner." The words rip themselves from his throat before he even has time to think them.
He's not cut out to be a Master, he knows this. The Council knows --
"It wasn't even ten years ago, as I recall, that you swore before the Council that you'd never take a Padawan again." Mace's eyebrow rises with skepticism, as he looks to the other council members for the confirmation that he doesn't actually need.
Qui-gon remembers perfectly what he said then.
"Much fear, I sense in the boy -- and long time it has been since the responsibility for a Padawan you have had." Yoda adds, eyeing both Anakin and himself with skeptical eyes.
"The boy must be taught." He insists, digging his heels in, something that only works with the Council a little over half the time.
"We're wandering off topic," Depa announces, breaking off the silent stalemate between himself and his grandmaster. "If Qui-gon is right and he did encounter a Sith on Tatooine and is targeting the Queen, then Qui-gon must go with her back to Naboo." Depa's lips purse momentarily as she scrolls through her data padd. "Knight Muln is an excellent pilot, the obvious choice for your second during the attempt to negotiate between the Trade Federal and Naboo -- but if this is a Sith, you'll need a second much more skilled in combat against other lightsaber users --" The corner of her lip curls upward with pleased surprise that sours Qui-gon's stomach because there are only a few possibilities -- "Fortunately, it seems that Knight Kenobi is available to join you for this mission."
"Absolutely not --"
"Why not? Knight Kenobi is a skilled duelist, and if anyone could help give us an accurate assessment of your readiness to take on a Padawan, then surely it would be your own lineage brother." Knight Kenobi's ability to assess Anakin's suitability as a future Padawan goes unsaid in Mundi's harrumph.
He's not seen the boy -- the man? -- since he left him on Bandomeer, after the boy had helped him defuse the bombs (had offered his own life to help him escape), in order to pursue Xanatos.
He'd sent a message to his estranged master after he departed, urging him to take the boy on as a Padawan, ignoring the fact that his master's own Padawan had fallen only a few months earlier.
It shames him now to think that the fall of Xanatos all those years ago has left him mired in such grief that to this day he feels unready to take another Padawan; yet he had been quick to throw a child at his own master, no matter their strained relationship, whose own wounds at the time were more recent.
"Then it's decided: Knight Kenobi will accompany you and the Queen to Naboo in order to confirm the your sighting of the Sith and assist in defending the Queen." Mace looks pleased as he makes his announcement.
Qui-gon has a bad feeling about this.
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Anakin is frustrated (NOT angry!) and confused, as they stop briefly at Mr. Qui-gon's quarters (so small, so full of green) and the "quartermaster" to get supplies and fresh underclothes for Anakin.
The Council doesn't want him to join the Jedi because he's too old and too angry (too powerful?).
Mr. Qui-gon seems to have summoned an Idiot's Array from thin air by declaring Anakin as his Padawan, forcing the Council to accept him.
The Council has decided upon adding yet another test, for both him and Mr. Qui-Gon, involving a brother of Mr. Qui-gon's -- even though Jedi aren't supposed to have families...
He'd ask Mr. Qui-gon, but the man is in a mood that Anakin knows from hard experience to avoid in Masters. Whether that rule also applies to Jedi Masters Anakin is unsure and not eager to find out.
When they arrive at the dock where the Queen's ship is moored, there is only a Jedi standing stiffly in front of the gangplank. This must be Knight Kenobi.
Knight Kenobi appears human, and seems to present as male. His hair is much lighter than Qui-gon's, a dark sand-like color with a red tinge that hangs around his chin. He's short -- at least compared to Mr. Qui-gon who is very tall. His face is rounder and his eyes much grayer than Mr. Qui-gon. Some of that may be because Knight Kenobi is so much younger than Mr. Qui-gon -- like at least half his age.
They must have different fathers.
"Master Jinn," Knight Kenobi bows to Mr. Qui-Gon, and Mr. Qui-gon makes a face like he just took a drink of black melon milk as he nods in response. "Mr. Skywalker," Knight Kenobi turns and gives him a smaller box.
Anakin doesn't know what is stranger -- being called 'mister' or be *bowed* to of all the things.
"Knight Kenobi." Anakin makes a clumsy attempt at the bow Knight Kenobi gave Mr. Qui-gon. It's not like a slave's bow at all - the Jedi bow is all straight lines and sharp angles instead of the curved back and hunched shoulders that he's used to. It feels so unnatural.
When he comes back up there's a sparkle in Knight Kenobi's eyes, like he might be laughing at Anakin -- but as much as Anakin would like to tell him off, he knows that his future with the Jedi will depend on gaining Knight Kenobi's good opinion, so he'll hold his tongue.
"You and Mr. Qui-gon are brothers?" Slips out of his mouth instead before Anakin can stop it.
"Yes," Knight Kenobi says, at the same time Mr. Qui-gon says, "No."
Mr. Qui-gon gives Knight Kenobi a hard look before he marches up the gangplank and disappears into the ship. Anakin knows he should follow the man, but frustration (...and anger?) he feels from Mr. Qui-gon make him freeze in place instead.
He's been so busy worried about impressing the Council and now Knight Kenobi, that he's never considered what might happen to him if he upsets Mr. Qui-gon. Can a Jedi Master reject a Padawan?
Knight Kenobi has turned his head to watch Mr. Qui-gon leave. Then he, shockingly, crouches down until he's at eye level with Anakin. There's a slight smile Knight Kenobi's lips, but it doesn't reach his eyes, which are hard to read but maybe look sad?
"It's complicated; nothing for you to be concerned with." Knight Kenobi says.
The man stands back up, his grin growing a bit broader, a bit faker.
"Now, as we are the last two to board, we had best hurry before the Queen and Miss Padmé decide to leave us behind," Knight Kenobi's voice is cheerful as he steps to stand alongside Anakin and gestures towards the gangplank.
Padmé would never leave him behind. He's not so sure about Knight Kenobi though.
Knight Kenobi lets out a soft snort that's almost like laughter -- but Anakin is sure he didn't say anything this time -- can the Jedi really read minds?
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fic-ive-read · 1 year
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I rarely read on ffn, it's hard to navigate for me so unless someone specifically links me to a story I normally don't go searching for fics there. That being said, there are thousands of amazing fics on there, I just haven't seen them 😅 If you have any Star Wars recs (or any other fandom really) that are on ffn, send them my way please!
Author exists on ao3, but never fully uploaded this fic onto the website.
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fanfictasia · 10 months
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Nebulous Chapter 2 - Failed Escape, a star wars fanfic | FanFiction
Nebulous - Chapter 2 - Failed Escape - Wattpad
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shapelytimber · 14 days
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Hooking up and having fun with a cute girl, this definitely will not have consequences :)
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[PRINT] - [COMMISSIONS]
For the uncensored art, you can either find it on my inprint or bluesky
Process and usual rambling below vvv
Also quick reminder, in sw 1 maul is 22 and obi wan 25 :)
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Ok so this fucking drawing beat my ass fkfjckcn it took me a whole week (I usually manage to do a detailed colored illustration like this in 3 or 4 days), and I hated it for 6 of those days. I was kind of art blocked, and I decided to brute force this by hitting my head again the wall that was this fucking drawing until it worked- and it did ! After 2 failed attempts, and immense frustration at every step of the way <3
I find the older obimaul (around 50yo) dynamic much more compelling, because of the whole baggage desperation loneliness it has going for it, but after failing to draw it (this time, I will come back to it one day)- I decided to settle for the second best obimaul dynamic : young strangers hooking up ! No baggage yet, only fun :)
So they are drinking caned bear in a cheap hotel room (I imagine Coruscant having capsule hotels, being an overpopulated city planet ! Even tho I made it way bigger than a regular one-) to escape responsibilities and just enjoy a good time ! There is no chance to develop an unhinged hatred-obssession-love onesided dynamic here haha :)))
The yuri is not yet toxic, but we'll get there
PS : this is t4t btw :) because @quijicroix is a genius and pointed out the potential of the "of course I know him, he is me" line for a trans obi wan <3 you can also thank them for the tasteful Palpatine censoring
PPS : I've never seen the 3d animated clone wars show, this is only based on the movies.
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grayfoj · 3 months
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Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano will always be a team. No matter how much I mess with their universe.
Close ups and a version without text under the cut :)
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Yes, Qui-Gon Jinn still dies. Mostly because I couldn’t figure out what on earth I would do with him, but I also think there would be some unfair implications if I let him live (such as the idea that Ahsoka could have saved him when Obi-Wan couldn’t. I figure I can love and appreciate Ahsoka as the best character ever without shitting on poor Obi-Wan). Also! I thought Qui-Gon’s funeral was cool. So. Wins all around.
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corukant · 6 months
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then and now
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i am here with you
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in the palms of my soiled hands
anakin & obi wan’s padawan braids bound together
art insta @corukant
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little-pondhead · 11 months
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Return of the Fenton Menace! Can you guess who is saying what?
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"Pose for the camera, everyone!"
"Let me hold your goggles."
"You look silly, daddy."
"He does, doesn't he?"
"Come on, guys! I want to go punch the Joker before it's time to go home!"
"LET ME GO, PUNY HUMANS!!"
"Shut up, Dan."
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giotanner · 11 months
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Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi and Padawan Anakin Skywalker (close up!) | Commission for this fanfiction: x Did you notice? In this AU Obi-Wan's Master is Dooku that is why Obi-Wan's lightsaber is similar to his Master's lightsaber! For those who have been following me for a while know 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 Padawan Obi-Wan, in the same way I love these AUs. There is a very 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚 reason: Anakin and Obi-Wan had a 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙢 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 filled with pain in front of them. Here, however, they were still under the 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 of their Masters, already trained for battles and wounds, but 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨.
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kettlefire · 1 year
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DP x DC where Danny pissed off a sorcerer/wizard/witch with a twist-
Danny doesn't really remember why or how it happens. He vaguely knows he got on someone's nerves, like he always does.
Next thing he knows he's in a dark alleyway, which would be fine if everything didn't look ten times larger than him.
It takes him an embarrassing amount of time combined with an uncomfortable interaction to realize what happened.
He's an otter. A wholehearted sea otter.
Okay, so that means whoever he pissed off has magical abilities. Which would be easy to locate if he was still in Amity.
Except he wasn't. He had no clue where he was, or how he got there, and people keep chasing him?!
He settles in hiding out in a sleek black car, sneaked in while the older man had the door open.
He's not sure if it's a blessing or a curse to still have some of his powers. But it is making being an otter just a little bit easier.
He hadn't expected to fall asleep, or to wake up being carried inside an insanely huge manor.
The old man was surprisingly gentle and sweet to him. He had truly expected to be rushed away with a broom.
Instead he was placed in nice cold bath, as the man contemplated what to do with him. The mentions of a river or a zoo, and Danny was out of there.
He's choosing to ignore the fact he was called small in the same breath.
He did feel bad for running away from the old man, but he didn't have time for possible imprisonment, he needed to find someone. Anyone that can help turn him back.
He didn't mean to accidently phase through the ground in his rush, and find himself in a cave. An actual cave, with way too much high tech equipment.
Neither did he expect to come face to face with a man dressed in black with the shockest look on his face.
Let's just say, Danny was glad this man can take a hint. Standing on the counter of a giant computer while point and chittering and squeak is not the best way to communicate.
But what else was Danny supposed to do? He was just lucky he managed himself into a vigilante's hideout.
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carolina-star · 2 years
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More Star Wars Modern AU this time with young Obi-Wan and little Anakin.
So Anakin is a refugee from Yugoslavia and Obi-Wan (currently doing a PhD in Lingüistics) is teaching him English and other stuff.
Star Wars Modern AU Masterlist
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ironborealis · 9 days
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Lineage Cousins AU pt. 3
aka Missed Connections on AO3
Part 1 and Part 2 on Tumblr
Anakin has fixed a lot of dejarik boards before.
Well... Mom did all the soldering of the broken circuit boards because she said that the fumes were bad for growing boys, BUT it was his responsibility to take everything apart and carefully label it, test the circuits and mark the ones that Mom needed to fix, and then put it back together again when she was finished. He even tested the projectors and commands to make sure everything was in working order before Watto put it in the shop's inventory to sell.
So... He's mostly fixed a lot of dejarik boards and tested them afterwards, but he's never actually played dejarik before.
He hopes Mr. Kenobi hasn't noticed that Anakin is just making things up as he goes, figuring out how the pieces move by watching the projection stall for a split second every time he tries something that the rules don't allow.
He must have fixed a hundred, a thousand boards since he was old enough to start helping -- and the boards always sold quickly because everyone and their great grandma plays dejarik...
Everyone except Anakin and his mother... he doesn't think any of his friends on Tatooine had played either.
There's something sick growing in his belly as he thinks about it all, tears pricking at his eyes -- but he's pretty sure that Jedi don't cry, and he's a padawan now so he can't cry -- if Mr. Kenobi doesn't ruin everything by telling the Jedi Council to send him back to Tatooine.
Mr. Kenobi hums after Anakin's last move, stroking his beard and appearing to be deep in thought.
Mr. Qui-Gon had explained that Mr. Kenobi wasn't his brother-brother, like Kitster and Kassu who had the same mother, but a 'lineage brother' because the same Jedi Master had trained them both to be Knights.
Anakin thinks his Jedi grandmaster must be very old, to have taught both Mr. Qui-Gon and Mr. Kenobi.
Not that it matters, because apparently Master Dooku left the Jedi after Mr. Kenobi was knighted, so that only left his great-grandmaster Yoda... The green person with big ears on the Council who had thought he was too scared to be a Jedi.
He misses his mom.
Mr. Kenobi's foot taps the base of Anakin's chair, and Anakin realizes that Mr. Kenobi is waiting for him to play, but Anakin was so busy gathering eopie chips in his head that he'd missed Mr. Kenobi making his move.
He can feel the tips of his ears grow pink with embarrassment. Surely real Jedi don't become distracted or miss their moms and of course they all know how to play dejarik --
He reaches to move the big white monster, but Mr. Kenobi purses his lips and hums.
"That's an interesting choice -- I would have used the Grimtash's -- the gray one -- special attack," Mr. Kenobi keeps his eyes on the board.
"...Why?"
Anakin uses his best sabacc face, like he's only interested in Mr. Kenobi's strategy and not desperately trying to figure out how to win a game he doesn't know how to play.
"It's special attack is powerful enough to defeat my Ghhhk, which you've been abusing," Mr. Kenobi points out the dark green creature on his side of the board.
Anakin debates for a moment whether or not to take Mr. Kenobi's advice. If they were on Tatooine, it'd be a given that Mr. Kenobi was trying to trick him -- but they're not on Tatooine and besides he's pretty sure Jedi aren't allowed to lie unless it's really important.
He makes the move that Mr. Kenobi suggests and watches as his piece battles and destroys Mr. Kenobi's.
They continue to play, with Mr. Kenobi occasionally talking about what his strategy would be. He thinks Mr. Kenobi must be a horrible sabacc player, with all his obvious facial tells and the way he literally just tells you what he's going to do.
Maybe that's why Padmé's handmaidens like playing with him every night -- he's such an easy mark they must have taken every single credit he has by now.
Anakin doesn't always do what Mr. Kenobi would do, but he starts feeling more confident about how the game works and most importantly, how to win.
Soon, it's just Anakin's Grimtash against Mr. Kenobi's K'lor'slug (the purple one), and then it's over and...
Anakin won. He won! He didn't even know the rules and he won anyway, AND he beat a Jedi who's probably been playing dejarik since he was in diapers --
"Good game, Anakin." Mr. Kenobi holds his hand out over the board for Anakin to shake. His tone is jovial, like he hasn't just lost, and he's got that same amused glimmer in his eye like he did when Anakin tried bowing to him like a proper Jedi.
The sick feeling is back in his stomach.
"You let me win, didn't you?"
Mr. Kenobi's expression falters for a second, before becoming even faker than before.
"No, I didn't --"
"Jedi aren't supposed to lie!" Anakin jumps out of his seat, his heart pounding in his ears. "Did you think it was funny? It's not my fault that I don't know the rules! Dejarik is a stupid game anyway!"
Mr. Kenobi's face goes unnaturally calm, and Anakin knows now that Mr. Kenobi has a sabacc face that could rival some of the best on Tatooine -- and he hates it. He hates being made into fool by someone who's supposed to be deciding whether Anakin is good enough to even be a Jedi, it's not FAIR!
"What's going on?"
Mr. Qui-Gon appears, coming out of their room, and glaring at Mr. Kenobi like he did something wrong.
"He let me win!"
Anakin tries to put as much weight as he can into his accusation, to convey the seriousness of the situation in a Jedi-like manner, but when he hears himself, he sounds more like Kitster's little brother Kassu whining whenever he lost at a game.
The confused look on Mr. Qui-Gon's face only confirms that he thinks Anakin is acting like a baby.
The anger, humiliation, and homesickness are all boiling away inside of him -- ready to explode at any second. Anakin can't do that here, in front of these Jedi, he's already embarrassed himself enough.
He pushes past Mr. Qui-Gon and goes into their room. He can feel electricity arcing underneath his skin, forcing him to pace the room to burn off some of the energy before he does something un-Jedi-like.
He can hear Mr. Qui-Gon and Mr. Kenobi talking outside, their voices growing louder until he can clearly hear some of what they're saying.
"...won't hold it against him..."
"Well... pretty hypocritical of me... didn't you tell me..."
"Knight Kenobi why can't... in the moment."
Anakin climbs the ladder into his bunk, trying to get away from something he knows that he definitely doesn't want to be hearing. Even the walls back home were thicker than this.
"Tell me... dangerous, they all sense... what changed?"
Anakin pulls his pillow over his head and screams to drown out the noise around him and inside of him.
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arbiterlexultionis · 6 months
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Shoot for the moon, wind up amongst the Stars
So, obviously Danny loves space. Exploring it, experiencing all it has to offer, being among the first humans to step foot on other worlds, taking off in a rocket on a mission to take one small step for man has been his dream ever sense he was old enough to even know what it meant to dream. Danny is also a Fenton, and regardless of what his grades may say he’s smart, really Really smart. To an absurd degree, even for a Fenton, especially in matters of engineering. Blueprints were his picture books, college textbooks his bedtime stories and his parents old recordings of their Ivy League college engineering courses his Saturday morning cartoons. Even if he didn’t have the actual strength neccisary to do it he practically knew how to pull apart an engine before he had a good enough comprehension the the English language to give a half decent explanation of what an engine is. Each and every part known and understood on the deepest level possible, moving in his mind exactly as they should before he could even spell their names. A six year old Jazz damn near had a stroke when she found her two year old brother that she promised to protect from her parents weird Sci-Ance pulling apart the microwave and figuring out how to use the magnetron to send signals that he could detect on the family computer. By the time Danny was in “real” classes in elementary and moving onto middle school he was more than capable of helping his parents pull apart thrown away technology too piece together wonderful machines, and the only reason he didn’t was because he preferred to work on his own projects(It took Jazz nearly three hours to convince him that taking his homemade 7300 mW laser to school to make Dash stop shoving Tucker into lockers was a bad idea).
One night, Danny’s in phantom form flying through the sky’s of amity starring up into the endless inky black and blue of the night. Taking in the countless new details his enhanced physiology lets see, experience even without the aid of a telescope. Reminiscing about the dream he lost when he lost half his life. Mourning both those losses. Sure, he’s been to space but it’s not the same. He just sheds the pull of gravity and lets himself rise, it’s a magical experience in and of itself but it’s not the same as strapping himself into the spacecraft of his own design and embarking on a journey to the stars. It’s cheating. But it’s not like he’ll ever get the chance to experience the real deal, even if he could pass the physical there’s no way he could make it to NASA now that all his grades were in the toilet. And it’s not like he could achieve it in some other way, random civilians can’t just build spaceships in their basem…..
Danny stops mid air. He thinks. The specter speeder. Jack and Maddie built the specter speeder in their basement. Jack and Maddie built an honest to god spaceship in their basement. It could survive in the vacuum of space and under the weight of the ocean, operate in and out of atmosphere with or without gravity. It was a spaceship in every way that mattered, and they just Built It because they felt like it. And Danny was more than capable of producing technology of a similar level. He could do it, he could build a spaceship with his own two hands and let it carry him to the stars, to his dreams.
Danny’s rushing home before he even realizes he’s moving, a whirlwind around his room gathering up all his old designs, empty blueprints and reference materials. He spends more than an hour in a hyper focused state drawing up a slightly modernized, very Fentonized version of a Saturn V rocket. He’s barely a quarter of the way through the spitballing process of coming up with the design when he realizes he may or may not have over looked a very important part of the whole “screw it, I’ll do it myself” approach to getting to space, materials. There’s a limit to how many resources can go missing from his parents lab and how many charitable donations Vlad can generously(unknowingly) make to the cause before they all notice and start asking questions. So his designs are, unfortunately, put aside for the time being. He is disheartened for a moment, and in an attempt to cheer himself up he reaches for the nearest space themed entertainment he has, a Star Wars comic. The he stops, looks at the freighter on the cover of the comic. A lot of sci-fi ships are pretty small. Small enough to build without getting asked to many questions.
He spends the next several weeks tearing through as much sci-fi comics, movies and TV shows as he can, binge watching YouTube lore videos about Star Wars, Halo and who knows what else. After that, it’s time to get to work.
Weeks later, Lancer is standing on his porch on a nice, quite Saturday morning. It’s a habit he got into years ago, taking in the peace of his small little town in the early hours of the morning before it’s had a chance to wake up and start a ruckus, coming to appreciate and enjoy it even more now that ghost have been causing havoc and partaking in a little bit of bird watching while he’s at it. Slowly taking sips of his still far to hot cup of coffee, he stairs into the sunrise, taking in the countless colors and artfully blended shades. This is it. This is what he loves about his city. The quite beauty of it, so easy to miss and even easier to adore. What he loves about his job, the beauty of a new day, of the future, and all the possibilities it holds. Even if he does far to much work for far to little pay, it will all be worth it if even one of those students he has helped grow and learn go on to become doctors, police and engineers, saving lives and building the prosperous future they all deserve to live in. He breathes in, and then out. He is content.
A black spec appears on the horizon, undoubtably a flock of birds. Excellent. He begins to look through his binoculars, mentally trying to guess what species they’ll be when taking into account the time of year and day. He search’s through the sky for a moment, before going absolutely still. He lowers his binoculars and takes a long, long sip of his still scolding my hot coffee. It burns, he can feel pain, so he’s probably not dreaming. He looks back at the black spec in the distance, takes a long, hard look at it through his binoculars. It is still very much not a flock of birds. His is now 99% positive that it is exactly what it looks like. He breaths in, breathe out. He is no longer content.
Ten seconds later the easily identifiable UFO flys directly over his house, the iconic and extraordinarily loud screech of an imperial TIE fighter following it. His car’s alarm blares, as do the alarms of nearly every other car on the street, which is almost loud enough to mask the sound of alarms going off on the neighboring streets. He turns around, and walks back inside. Stops at the whiteboard he has hung on the wall by the door.
‘Note to self- give Mr. Fenton detention on Monday. P.S. bring a pack of disposable face masks and warn him of the dangers of flying a high tech spaceship where federal agents can look through the cockpit window and see him piloting it.’
At the very least he needs to tint the windows. Maybe make the window a one way mirror, and add some chrome detailing while painting the rest of the craft vanta black? That would surely look. (he glances at the guide to being hip for the unhip he has laying on his counter still open from last nights reading) Sick? Yes, it would surly look sick. He should also probably try and talk him into adding some cameras and such to the thing, that dome window has to have terrible visibility. At least a backup camera so he can parallel park and keep and eye out for any fighters trying to line up shots behind him.
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fanfictasia · 10 months
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Chapters: 1/8 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Anakin & Obi-Wan (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, Darth Maul & Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Darth Maul, Hego Damask | Darth Plagueis & Obi-Wan Kenobi, Eldra Kaitis & Darth Maul (minor) Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Darth Maul, Hego Damask | Darth Plagueis, Eldra Kaitis (minor) Additional Tags: Role Reversal, Jedi Maul (Star Wars), Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi, Dark Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padawan Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker Needs a Hug, Kidnapping, Darth Maul Needs a Hug, Protective Darth Maul, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Family, Friendship, Found Family, Eventual Happy Ending, Obi-Wan Kenobi is Anakin Skywalker's Parent, Possessive Obi-Wan Kenobi, Protective Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mandalorian Obi-Wan Kenobi Series: Part 12 of Sith/Dark/Fallen Obi-Wan Collection
Summary:
Being kidnapped by the Sith apprentice who killed Qui-Gon is the last thing Anakin expected to happen while on his first mission with his new Jedi master, Maul. Obi-Wan is... scary. And dark, which duh, he's a Sith. But Anakin is determined to escape him and find his way back to the Jedi, no matter the cost. It's never quite that easy.
Read on:
https://www.wattpad.com/1353033473-nebulous-chapter-1-kidnapped/page/6
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14245822/1/Nebulous
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maulfucker · 7 months
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Yeah yeah jedi Maul au we've all seen him. But what about senator Maul au. Representing Dathomir, a neutral world like Mandalore that is still somewhat hostile to outsiders. Wearing fancy clothes that show a bit too much skin for the cold climate of Coruscant. Falling in hate at first sight with Padmé, the only other senator who brings a gun to the senate floor "just in case". The two of them having a weird rivalry because Maul doesn't trust the Jedi and is neutral in a lot of subjects that Padmé is a vocal defender of.
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opera-ghost · 1 year
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poto + twit / (insp)
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grayfoj · 2 years
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“You’re a Jedi too? Pleased to meet you!”
au where Obi-Wan and Ahsoka’s roles/ages are swapped and senior padawan Ahsoka Tano meets a young Anakin Skywalker on Tatooine… idk I really love this au for some reason (probably because I want to draw Ahsoka as a Jedi master really bad)
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