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I was going to add a whole bunch of clone troopers and make it super epic, but then my energy tanked. I picked a hard angle and all the geometry of the armor… Goodness. I probably just need to be more patient. Perhaps I will revisit this soon and turn it into what I see in my head.
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It’s always insane to me when people DM me to yell at me about breaching their DNI because I reblogged a post from them
Like how chronically online are you that you’re checking the blogs of everyone who reblogs from you
And I genuinely mean that. Even if the post only has like 10 notes at best. How much free time do you have to check the blogs of all 10 of those notes, and then go OUT OF YOUR WAY to message anyone who doesn’t fit your strict guidelines for human interaction. And I know some of y’all don’t just check but you DIG, because some of the stuff I get DMed about is not advertised on my blog as soon as you look at it.
How do you all survive outside of the internet when every persons political opinions and stances on fictional content aren’t displayed to you right off the bat.
Like I’m not kidding. That’s not normal. You are not the normal one in this situation. Please put your phone down for at least a week and go outside.
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Another installment of time-travel au.
It's cool to tell Obi-Wan that you are older and more experienced that him, it's not cool when he is ready to commit to the bit and call you old man.
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boys need to be bloody and pathetic more often . they need to be whiny and whimpery and desperate i think.
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The way Owen coldly told Obi-wan about Anakin in the first episode of Kenobi has me PISSEDD. Obi’s face was just so hurt and I UGHH
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Don't mind me, I'm just having thoughts about OWK and wondering what would've happened if Obi-Wan hadn't lit his lightsaber...
With a half dozen steps between them, Vader stops. He pulls back his shoulders, straightening his spine, relishing in the fact that he was much taller now.
“Have you come to destroy me, Obi-Wan?”
His old Master unclips the lightsaber from his belt and studies him, eyes unblinking as they scan him head to toe and back up to the expressionless black mask.
He doesn’t wait for a response. Vader ignites his meticulously constructed lightsaber, the red blade casting a crimson glow on them.
Ripples of anger, seething with the need for revenge, swirl around Vader. Then, he feels a familiar touch, a gentle poke at the scab where their bond used to be. It’s tentative. Questioning. A hint of disbelief.
Is it really you?
“Does that suit keep you warm?”
There isn’t in any malice. It’s not a taunt. He isn’t ridiculing the chamber that serves as Vader’s life support.
The violence swirling in the Force comes to a stand still.
“What?” Vader barks.
“You always found space to be too cold,” Obi-Wan says gently, a wistful expression on his aged features.
His voice is full of genuine concern and it washes over Vader, wrapping around him like the warmth of his Master’s Jedi robe whenever he shivered as they traveled through hyperspace.
“What are you doing?” Vader demands and points his blade at Obi-Wan. “Is this a game to you?”
But he’s unable to stop the way his heart stirs at the memory of Obi-Wan’s hands arranging the robe over his shoulders. Fixing the collar so that it fit snugly around Anakin’s neck to keep out the cool draft. Smiling at him fondly as his eyes crinkled at the corners.
Those same eyes stared back at him now, brimming with unshed tears.
“Anakin,” he breathes, broken and hurt. Guilt rolling off him. “I’m sorry, Anakin. For all of it.”
With bitter resentment, Vader realizes how that voice still has a grip around his heart. He’s lost count of how many times he’s had to stop himself from allowing these types of feelings from invading his consciousness. Overwhelmed with sentimentality and yearning for a happiness that was in the past and forever out of reach, he’d respond to those thoughts with rage and anger, letting it fester, and allowed it fuel his hate.
Vader tries to summon that rage now, but his breath shakes with his lack of conviction. He reaches again, and the hate slips away from him.
“Your beard is unkempt,” Vader says.
A tear rolls down Obi-Wan’s face.
The last time Anakin saw him cry was on the first year anniversary after Qui-Gon’s death. His Master was sitting in his meditation pose on the floor, bathed in the sunlight that poured into their shared quarters. In his hands, Obi-Wan cradled his river stone, unaware that Anakin was behind him watching and listening silently while his Master humbly asked for strength. For clarity. For assurance that he was worthy of the responsibility to train Anakin. When Obi-Wan had finally turned and saw his Padawan, he’d swiped at his eyes with the back of his hand and smiled before suggesting that they get pancakes at Dex’s.
“Look at you. Do you wear socks?,” Obi-Wan retorts. “I bet if you do, you’re still leaving them balled up on the floor, waiting for someone to pick up after you.”
At that—at the sheer audacity and gall that only Obi-Wan was capable of—Vader chuckles and it comes out a like wheeze. The sound is foreign. When was the last time he laughed?
“You’re pathetic, old man.” There’s a bite to his tone, but he extinguishes his Sith blade and watches as Obi-Wan clips his own lightsaber onto his belt.
Something tugs at Anakin, at his heart, at the tattered remnants of their bond. It pulls at him, beckoning him to surrender to the comfort and safety of a long-lost brown robe.
It’s a trick, he thinks. A distraction. A trap.
“You’re one to talk,” Obi-Wan scoffs with a sniffle.
They stand in silence as their Force signatures wrap around each other, golden waves twining and hugging.
Finally, Anakin lets go. His sob is a distorted, staticky grunt.
“Where will we go?” he asks.
“I haven’t the slightest clue,” Obi-Wan confesses and extends his hand.
With a gasp, Anakin reaches for it and clings to the hope blooming in his chest for the first time in a decade.
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I actually need more please 🙏
Obikin College Au - RA/Don! Obi-Wan/First Year! Anakin - Part Three
Honestly, at this point I should probably just start writing it, but I keep thinking of little ideas for this au and want to keep track of them, so I present to you: Part Three 😈
Link to Part One
Link to Part Two
At this point, they are becoming inseparable - Ahsoka would say insufferable. Both are applicable.
Whenever Anakin has errands to run, he texts Obi-Wan to come with him. Obi-Wan has started to do the same. Now most of their outings involve running errands for each of them.
Anakin: u free? I gotta hit Walmart and get supplies for my project.
Obi-Wan: yeah I’m free. Think u could get it from staples at the mall instead?
Obi-Wan: I wanna go to Sephora and Hot Topic. Need eyeliner and I wanna look at band shirts.
Anakin: omfg 🙄
Anakin: jk jk that sounds perfect! Meet outside subway station in ten?
Obi-Wan: sounds good!
And then they meet in front of the subway station like they planned.
They both bring earbuds to the subway, so really they could listen to their own music, but they never do. Instead they share a pair and sit huddled up together, taking turns picking songs.
They can both be kind of pretentious with music, so they work well together. Despite their differences, they impress each other with their knowledge and love of the same music.
“Anakin, Wings is leagues better than Plastic Ono Band, and anyone who doesn’t think so is just stupid.”
“Oh, McCartney is just bubblegum pop and we both know it, Obi. At least Lennon had substance.”
“Substance abuse issues, maybe.”
“Can we at least agree that Harrison’s work is significantly underrated?”
“Oh definitely. All Things Must Pass is the best post-Beatles solo album in my opinion.”
“Yes! Thank you! Do you want to listen to it?”
When they get to the mall, they immediately head to their favourite little coffee shop in the centre of the food court. Obi-Wan always buys, so Anakin usually makes it up to him by finding him a little gift.
“You just want your regular?”
“Obi-Wan, I’ve told you numerous times. I can afford my own coffee. You don’t have to buy it for me.”
“Shut up, I want to.” He turns to the employee and repeats their drink orders. “And a strawberry danish please!”
They sit in the food court while they drink their beverages and Anakin eats his danish, conversation flowing endlessly. Lots of inside jokes and giggles are shared. Then they continue on with their shopping.
They go to staples first, as Obi-Wan has dubbed it the ‘not-fun’ part of their trip.
“Anakin, you’re getting office supplies for a school project. Boring! Let’s get it out of the way first!”
“Okay, fine.” Anything for you! Literally anything you ask, any time, I would say yes. I’m at your mercy
They grab what Anakin needs at Staples and then head to Sephora.
Obi-Wan spends far too long sifting through various shades of black eyeliner. They all look the same.
“Anakin, which is better? ‘Midnight’ or ‘Jet Black’?” He holds up two pencils.
Anakin studies them. He tries really hard to spot a difference between them and to subsequently make a decision.
“Uhh… I guess, ‘Midnight’ ?” He suggests, pointing to ‘Jet Black’.
Afterwards they head to Hot Topic to look at the band shirts. This has both of them captivated.
“Anakin, it’s buy three get the fourth free. If we each pick two we can get the deal and then just split the cost for the rest.”
“Yes, Obi-Wan, I understand. But what if we each picked four?”
“You don’t need four new shirts!!!”
They settle on each getting two. When Anakin buys Obi-Wan a cool chain necklace with a scorpion on it that he had been eyeing, it’s only as a repayment for the coffee. Nothing else.
When Obi-Wan buys Anakin a pair of dangly sword earrings, it’s only because he thinks they would look really good on Anakin and he’s not too bashful to admit it. He wasn’t going to spend any time thinking about what that might mean.
“Please put them on! They totally suit you!”
“Oh fine!” Anakin obliges. They’re in the washroom after leaving Hot Topic. He puts the earrings on, as Obi-Wan watches him in the mirror.
“See! You look hot, Ani.”
“Oh, fuck off.” He mutters, blushing a fierce red as the two of them maintain eye contact in the mirror. You can’t just say something like that and expect me to be normal about it!
So Anakin walks around the mall, sword earrings proudly on display.
They go to Indigo because Obi-Wan is an English major and is passionate about literature. He wants to buy a book for Anakin to read so they can talk about it.
“I think you’ll really like Slaughterhouse-Five. Vonnegut is a very satirical author, and I think you’ll appreciate his dark sense of humour. Plus, it has science fiction elements! He uses aliens and a warped concept of time to highlight the trauma and impact of war. You’ll love it!”
“It sounds cool! I’ll give it a go!”
Anakin likely would have never picked it up on his own, but the way Obi-Wan’s eyes lit up and the pace of his speech quickened as he spoke with great passion about the novel made it entirely worth reading.
After the mall, they go to the park together. They sit down at a spot under a tree. Obi-Wan leans against the tree. He grabs a journal from his book bag and begins writing in it - just lil poems and thoughts. Definitely not about Anakin.
Anakin stretches out and rests his head on Obi-Wan’s lap. He starts reading the copy of ‘Slaughterhouse-Five’ that Obi-Wan bought for him.
They sit there for a long time in silence, each focusing on their own task but enjoying each others company.
Eventually Obi-Wan stops writing, putting his journal away in his bag.
The sun is starting to set, and as he glances down at Anakin, he notices how it highlights his features.
He notices the warmth of his skin brightened by the light - the gold of his curls enunciated in the glow.
He reaches down and rakes his fingers through the curls as Anakin continues reading.
“Thank you for today. Trips like this mean everything to me.” You mean everything to me.
Anakin stops where he’s reading and folds the corner of the page. Obi-Wan winces - he would never damage a book like that.
Anakin looks up at him, leaning into the fingers in his hair, practically purring. It’s enough to stop Obi-Wan from cursing him for folding the pages of a book.
“Of course, Obi. Things are always more fun with you.” He hums.
Obi-Wan smiles down at him, giving his scalp light scratches. I’m not thinking about kissing him.
“You’re like a little cat.” He ruffles his locks before pulling his hand away. He gives Anakin’s nose a boop.
Anakin huffs and pulls himself into a sitting position so they’re face to face. He stares at Obi-Wan for a moment, a devilish grin spreading across his face.
Suddenly, he stands up, reaching for Obi-Wan’s hand. “C’mon.” He says.
“Oh, what now?” Obi-Wan groans and grabs the offered hand, allowing himself to be pulled up.
“You’re going to buy me ice cream from the stand over there!” Anakin beams, interlocking their fingers and pointing to an ice cream cart in the distance.
Obi-Wan rolls his eyes but can’t control the smile tugging at his lips.
And so they go to the cart. Obi-Wan buys Anakin an ice cream cone. He wouldn’t do it if it didn’t make him happy - or rather, if it didn’t make Anakin happy which in turn made him happy.
As Anakin devours the cone they make their way back to the subway station. Their hands stay intertwined the entire way.
Mindlessly, Obi-Wan rubs his thumb up and down against Anakin’s palm.
All in all, it was quite a perfect day.
I promise at some point I’ll actually start writing this - I can’t promise I won’t post more of these before that though. 😎
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