#||in character: obi wan kenobi||

[mayxthexforce]

@mutatiio said:

he was unaware of his own curiosities until this very opportunity arose. he's denying it still as he rummages through compartments, through mostly meaningless things - first aid kits, loose tools and rations. when mere moments from giving up, from finally convincing himself he doesn't care or even WANT to find something, he opens the final drawer.

unremarkable. the only word for it. it's simple. fits well in his hand, as many blades do - it's what they're designed for. a textured hilt and unimpressive length. unmarred teeth near the bottom of the blade - still perfect. this weapon has not seen much - if any - use. further up, there's a raised circular design. it's so simple. boring, really. so why would kenobi keep it hidden away - protected. and why does he even have it?? with the use of the force and his lightsaber, what need was there??

maul considers the dagger, twisting his wrist to inspect from the other side. still boring.

Admittedly, he should have been a bit more hesitant to leave Maul alone on his ship. Should have foreseen that leaving his... rival? unsupervised wouldn't lead to anything good. But Captain Rex was calling him with need about how Anakin's mission was going, and Obi-Wan didn't want to add further stress to Anakin by having his captain tell him about how he'd seen him with Maul. It was also the kind of secret he didn't want to force upon Rex. The captain already had enough with Anakin's, even if Anakin wasn't at all good at keeping his secrets- well, secret.

Whatever he'd been about to tell Maul about when he walked back into the ship completely vacated his mind the moment the familiar blade caught the light, seizing his attention.

To say that Obi-Wan looked as if he'd seen a ghost would be an understatement. With the look on his face, one would assume that Maul had stabbed him with the vibroblade, when in reality all he's doing is standing there, inspecting it, holding it. Obi-Wan's mouth feels dry, his chest feels tight and his throat refuses to pass air for a full minute. He's taken punches to the torso that have left him way less breathless than the mere sight of Maul holding Cerasi's vibroblade does.

Finally, Obi-Wan manages to tear his eyes off the dagger to meet Maul's, and after a moment, he finds his voice.

"Give it back."

He doesn't even think about not sounding like that knife means the world to him. Later, he will regret this unchecked burst of panic in his voice. For now, all he can think about is the fact that it's Cerasi's dagger, being held by someone else– not even the fact that it's Maul, just that somebody else is touching it at all makes his stomach twist with something that he's spent so long keeping from surfacing. Something that's now bubbling up.

"Maul," the way he says the other's name is almost angry. A warning. "Give it back."

[an-old-lady]

Here's the notes on the Medieval Fantasy Star Wars au! I'll add to this as I do more. If you're new here, this is the saga of me drawing Star Wars but like what if it was Fantasy?

[skybreakprimeonao3]

With the amount of Clones created, there was always going to be an overlap of names.

Marshall Commander Cody of the 212th was not the only Cody.

Jesse of the 501st shared a name with many soldiers across many battalions.

There were so many Foxes, younger Clones naming themselves after the Marshall Commander of the Coruscant Guards in a bout of hero worship.

But there was a set of Clones on each Venator that, after passing their normal tests and combat training, went into specialized training before their assignments. A majority of them didn’t have names before the specialized training, and those that did, weren’t really attached to their names and chose their new names amongst the others they worked with.

Obi-Wan met them on the flight deck, the group disembarking from the drop ship and saluting the Jedi.

All of them would join in on the battles and train with the others during hyperspace flight, but it was fairly quick to see that these soldiers worked together in a specific way.

“May I know your names?” Obi-Wan asked. He was still hesitant in asking, knowing names could be a private thing amongst the soldiers.

“My name is Spoon, sir!”

“Cup, sir!”

“I’m called Whisk!”

Eyebrows rose, and a glance to Cody told Obi-Wan that this group was a bit of a surprise to him.

“Are all of you working in the mess hall?” Obi-Wan, not bothering to hide his amusement.

“Of course, sir,” Whisk answered. “We’re all trained in ways to make the nutripaste more appealing, and not to give the soldiers food poisoning. We also know how and what to hunt and forage in case we run low on supplies during a campaign.”

“I see,” Obi-Wan said. And it did make sense. Many Padawans got the same training, especially if their missions took them to the more remote planets.

Obi-Wan continued to smile as he got the names of Fork, Lid, Pan, Pot, and Kettle, but he paused when he heard a second Spoon. He glanced back at the first one for a moment before looking at the second one.

“It’s not often that squad mates share a name,” he offered.

The second Spoon shrugged. “You can call me little Spoon if it helps, sir, but it’s silly if a kitchen only has one Spoon in it.”

The snort of amusement from Cody was more surprising than anything, and Obi-Wan accepted the explanation with a nod and chuckle of his own.

[joelsbloodyhands]

Pedro vibing and Rosario caressing his cheeks like he’s a big kid 🥰

[phereshift]

my (and my friends) emotional support plushie pile...

[tossawary]

Watching "Revenge of the Sith" now and I'm fucking cackling at Palpatine's expression as Anakin and Obi-Wan crash Grievous's ship from space onto Coruscant. Palpatine is sitting in the backseat and looking like he's genuinely afraid for his fucking life here. He looks like he's having a crisis. He looks like he's rethinking all of his evil schemes as they fall from orbit. That looks like a "holy shit, I might actually die here with these two Jedi clowns" expression.

There are so many moments in this sequence where Darth Sidious could have died in a freak accident due to random shrapnel or something. I love that shit. I love complicated tragedies being averted by comedies of errors or just stupid errors. The rise of the Empire could have been thwarted by Palpatine tripping over his robes at the wrong moment because he thought himself too clever for an exploding spaceship.

[womp-womp-chomp-chomp]

Tag yourself, I’m anakin

[sixtysixproblems]

am i doing this right

[ahhrenata]

the screencaps that inspired these doodles

[multifandomnonsense]

Some Star Wars prequels as AO3 tags

[mayxthexforce]

@mutatiio is in for a lot of pain

Your lightsaber is your life.

Master Qui-Gon taught him that when he was just a boy, and Obi-Wan passed that teaching on to Anakin. A Jedi's lightsaber is more than a weapon, more than a crystal concealed in metal, connected to them on a deeper level than anything else can reach. It is the difference between life and death more often than not. Especial nowadays.

But he'd grown reckless with the years, and comfortable with the end of the war. He wasn't paying as much attention as he should have.

Could he have changed anything? Done anything differently?

His lightsaber hadn't even been in his hand. His comm had. Held comfortably against his palm with his fingers loosely wrapped around it as he talked —or more like complained, because the alleged distress call he'd been sent to answer hadn't yielded any results other than some really old equipment that seemed to have been abandoned at the edge of a clear— to Maul. Then, it had been as if something was taken from him. Ripped out of him– or more like he had abruptly been ripped away from something that had always enveloped him, like a blanket being yanked off him, leaving him bare, exposed, to the elements; while also feeling like someone had pulled the carpet from under his feet. The force was just... GONE. He'd been so taken aback by that feeling that he barely even noticed when his lightsaber was snatched from his belt.

Maul... Obi-Wan could still hear him, on the comm.

If he strained his eyes, he could even see where it lay on the ground beside him through the corner of his eye. If only he could turn on his side, he could reach for it. But he couldn't move. His own lightsaber had entered through his back and exited through his front mid torso, severing through his spine. His attackers had been masked, cloaked, lacking any identifying symbols and giving no explanation. He had no way of knowing who they were. They simply did what they did, and left him.

His stomach burned, he couldn't feel anything below that burning sensation. It was as if half his body was gone, and he couldn't even check, left to stare up at the clear sky.

Maul. What was he saying? He couldn't focus on trying to make out Maul's words. The pain was too much. What was Obi-Wan thinking when he thought that bisecting him was a logical punishment for someone, Jedi killer or not? Perhaps, this was his punishment, to suffer just a portion of the pain he'd inflicted upon the man he now loved so much. Yet, at the same time, he selfishly resented it. For so long, he had put himself in all sorts of situations that could have and would have killed anyone with just a pinch less luck than he had had. For years, he'd fantasized about an end to EVERYTHING, about reaching that curtain's call. And now?

Now, he doesn't want to die.

I'm sorry, he wants to say. But the words refuse to come out the way he means to say them. The air leaves his lungs but refuses to enter them again, only doing so in insignificant amounts that won't even let him apologize the way he wishes to. To Maul for hurting him, for what he knows is about to happen; and to the force for perhaps manifesting this and now not wanting to take it. His inability to do so doesn't stop him from trying, over and over. The bad signal caused by his comm hitting the ground doesn't help.

" 'm 'rry... 'm 'rry... 'm 'rry..."

[prahacat]

when the horrors catch up and you take an evening off to batch-process

[an-old-lady]

Obi-Wan and Satine

[starwarjotta]

Cody surrounded by family and the people he loves, because that is what he deserves

[human-rocket]

“The locals say these Star Showers only occur once a year. They’re quite beautiful..”

“Yes, Master. Beautiful.”

[chyarui]

Little homage to my favourite commander, clone, and character in all of Star Wars. This is for you Commander Cody, Kote. After drawing Fox I couldn’t not draw this man. His ability to balance his competence with his insanity is just fuckin incredible. This man will one second snap at a shiny for breaking Obi-Wans concentration, and in the next sucker punch a droid and dog pile Grievous. Icon. Also hm I wonder what the ring around his neck is all about. And his keychain for that matter…

NOW ABOUT THE TATTOO. Though Cody’s the commander, I can’t imagine that he wouldn’t have gotten at least one tattoo. This one was inspired by a fic I read a while ago (The Things You Didn’t Say by Anonymous on ao3, highly recommend) where ***SPOILER*** Cody reveals to Obi-Wan his tattoo, half the open circle fleet. As the open circle fleet directly symbolises Anakin and Obi-Wan, the fact that Cody would explicitly only get Obi-Wans half tattooed over his heart… It makes me feral guys, I couldn’t get the idea out of my head.

The last drawing is just a design idea I had that didn’t really work out when I added colour, but still really enjoyed. I thought about just drawing a full helmet like I did for Fox, but I needed you guys to see his side profile. I love this man so much. Also the stress caused by Rex, Anakin and Ahsoka combined caused him and Obi-Wan to have matching greying temples, just endless suffering with those 3.