#I will NEVER draw Obi wan normal ^_^

[poyell]

Early concept! Obi-wan! Liked the idea but also I’m kinda glad we didn’t get it lawl

[adragonsfriend]

Okay I'll bite. What are your thoughts on maul's resurrection?

@wildsymposiums too. Sorry this took forever for me to get to lol.

How Maul's Survival Recontextualizes Anakin's Survival. Badly.

Ok so, part of this remains a theory, because I do not have it in me to actually try and track the evolution of sw opinions on social media from pre-2008 to the present day, but,

It is my theory that Maul's 'resurrection' (eg survival of ordinarily fatal injuries) in Clone Wars is largely responsible for the development of the idea that Obi-Wan couldn't bring himself to kill Anakin on Mustafar. It is important to note: this is simply an idea I sometimes see floating around on tumblr and in fics--I have no ability to judge how common of an idea it actually is. It bothers me deeply, regardless, for how it misinterprets Obi-Wan's character.

Obi-Wan does his duty on Mustafar. He kills the Sith. He does it reluctantly, painfully, after giving Anakin every chance to turn back; it tears him up for years before he manages to let go of his attachment to Anakin, and to his guilt. But he does it to try and prevent the massive harm Sith rule will do to the galaxy.

Or rather, he believes he has done it.

Anakin is left presumably in some kind of massive shock from losing multiple limbs, on fire, quite possibly about to slide further in to the lava, with seemingly no help coming for him. By all normal measures, he is already dying. The only thing Obi-Wan 'cannot bring himself to do' is to add a decisive final blow to the fatal wounds already done--he refuses to go down the bank and chop Anakin into little bitty pieces, basically. He says his final goodbye, and walks away from the dying Sith, his dying padawan. Sidious, when he arrives, is surprised and relieved Anakin has survived long enough to receive torture treatment for his injuries, and immediately takes extreme measures installing the extensive life support systems necessary to keep Anakin alive long-term.

In short, with Revenge of the Sith as the only context, Anakin's survival is presented as extraordinary and unexpected.

This is where Maul comes in. Prior to Season 3 of clone wars, Anakin's survival is a unique event, possible mainly due to his unprecedented strength in the Force in combination with drawing on unnatural Sith abilities. With Maul, however, we get an even more extreme case:

Maul is cut in half, losing not merely limbs, but parts of several vital organs. He then falls from a large height, presumably doing even more damage. These injuries are even more directly deadly than Anakin's, and yet Maul survives without medical attention not mere hours or days, but well over a decade.

He is certainly strong, but he is never noted as being in any way as unusual as Anakin. There is no reason for him to be a special case. Now--I don't actually dislike the way Maul is written in Clone Wars when it's taken in isolation. He uses rage and attachment to extend his life, and he spends every second of that life in unadulterated misery due to his inability to let go of anything, just like Anakin will later. That is excellent commentary on the Sith, I love it a lot.

But when added as context for the events of ROTS, Maul's survival paints Anakin's survival as relatively mundane, something any Sith could do.

And worse, in Clone Wars, Obi-Wan knows about Maul's survival. He knows about this apparently common Sith ability to survive fatal injuries.

Watching or rewatching ROTS after witnessing Maul's survival makes it seem as though Obi-Wan could have been aware that he was leaving Anakin is a very survivable state, for a Sith.

But a perusal of the evidence shows that Maul's survival, let alone his exact story, almost certainly didn't exist during the creation of ROTS. While GL had various ideas about bringing back Maul--apparently having considered it a mistake to soo unambiguously kill him off via bisection--it doesn't seem to have been until the development of Savage Oppress' character that Maul's survival became essential (source).

In ROTS precise knowledge that Sith have any ability to stave off fatal injuries and death is shown to be so obscure that Anakin has to be informed of the possibility by Darth Sidious himself. Obi-Wan has no idea why Anakin had sworn himself to Sidious, unable to make the connection between the nature of Anakin's apparent attachments and any power Sidious might offer him. Surely, if both Anakin and Obi-Wan were aware that Sith routinely survive fatal injuries, they would act with some awareness of the fact?

Obi-Wan's decisions in ROTS, therefore, cannot have been influenced by knowledge of Maul's survival, and he cannot have known that Anakin's injuries were survivable, for a Sith. When he leaves Mustafar, and until he discovers Vader, Obi-Wan is fully convinced he has killed Anakin.

And that destroys him, for awhile. But Obi-Wan Kenobi is a Jedi, and by the time of A New Hope--whether via the Kenobi series (i have not watched lol) or otherwise--he has let go of the better part of that damage and doubt, able to face Anakin without flinching from the consequences of his survival.

[memoiich]

I demand your Maul headcanons <3

Im going to split this up in 2 parts

Part 1 : star wars

Maul is extremely talented at drawing. He leans more into it after Savage and him are travelling together.

His memory is top notch , hes the kinda dude that remembers what he ate 5 months ago at 4 in the morning ( if he has a lover i can see him using this to get them like niche ,one time mentioned gifts)

His sleep schedule is none existent. He tried a few times to fix it but since palpetine needs him 24/7 , he hasn’t yet . After Savage gets him back , he tries to help Maul and it goes pretty well . (Like 6 hours per night on average)

The biggest problem is nightmares. He has ALOT of nightmares. Some are from his childhood, he thinks he’s stuck in the gray room on Mustafar or he sees the fish in palpetine tanks dying. It gives him alot of stress and anxiety. Some nightmares are about Obi Wan, he isn’t scared of him but more of the fact that he didn’t win . He gave his entire childhood and didn’t win against someone that was raised by loving people that cared for his wellbeing.

He dreamed as a kid alot about Dathomir.

He is a mercifull killer , he normally doesn’t play with his prey . He tries to kill them as quick as possible ( look at the fish even qui gon ) this mentality gets ingrained into his mind after he got cocky with Obi Wan .

Maul is smaller then most zebrak males because he was malnourished as a child . Savage has asked about this before but Maul reflects by stating its for his fightstyle.

Maul horns are terribly kept. He never met another zebrak before he was like 24(?) so he literally never knew he had to take care of them . Savage is horrified by the state of his horns when he finds him . Later he helps him out with that and now they are alright.

ALSO his tattoos are fading and need a going over.

He feels extreemly guilty towards both his brothers for leaving them behind. He never knew Feral and he hates himself for that . He sometimes wants to know more about him but hes convinced Savage will be hurt so he hasnt .

He is extremely confused towards his mother Telzin . He feels a certain sense of gratitude towards her for bringing him back but he hates for what she did towards his brothers and for giving him away . ( I actually love the legends version where he has a human mother (Kycina ?) even more but clone wars made it work better so….)

Part 2 : modern au

To me it makes sense if him and his brothers had a tattoo parlor or like a piercing shop.

Or like a business salesman

He drives a red and black kawasaki ninja 400 .

Maul still has a lot of scars mainly on his abdomen . He got into a lot of streetfights as a kid/ teenager.

He loves to give gift . He generally doesn’t think that people will stick around for just him so he sees it as paying them for their service.

He has a pet reptile a Bibron’s Coral Snake . Because he finds them cool .( he ended up in the hospital one time because of her)

He hates obi wan because they have a work rivalry.( will rend to his lover about this )

Im going to keep it here for now . I have some more but this is long enough

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[voidseoul]

Obikin Promptober, Day 17: Body Worship

kinda late, but i wanted to do at least one of these! thank you kindly to @paracosm-draw for putting such lovely prompts together 💛 [and check out their full list of them here!]

(this is also posted over on ao3! if that’s more your scene)

tags: bottom anakin, top obi-wan, near death experience, premature ejaculation, overstimulation wordcount: 1.6k

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When Anakin was released from the medbay, Obi-Wan was there and waiting, right opposite him in the hallway. There was a set to Obi-Wan’s jaw that gave Anakin pause for only a moment, but a shiver ran down Anakin’s spine all the same—a private thrill that kept him from shrugging off the hand settling at the small of his back like he normally would, letting it guide him up to his quarters while Obi-Wan followed beside in lockstep.

The bandages visibly wrapped around Anakin’s head might have been the only thing that saved him from being all but slammed into the door the second it slid shut.

I’m fine, sat at the tip of Anakin’s tongue, but it didn’t make it out. Lips sealed warm and fervent over Anakin’s own, twin hands cupping his jaw with a tenderness that betrayed the decades worth of calluses roughening them. Obi-Wan’s tongue gently licked its way into his mouth, each pass slick and hot and velvet; the touch of it just sensual enough to have Anakin weak-kneed. Small, pleading whimpers caught at the back of his throat.

Stars, he loved when Obi-Wan kissed him like this. Like he was the only thing that mattered in the galaxy. Like Anakin wasn’t some festering pit of dark.

(He loved whenever Obi-Wan kissed him. Period.)

An answering groan rumbled into Anakin’s mouth, contrasting those soft sounds looping between them on repeat. Faint, delicate, high-pitched, needy—those were the responses that Obi-Wan loved to pull out of him, even if his former Master rarely expressed as much openly.

Anakin had used to try to suppress them—hold them in his chest out of inexplicable embarrassment, pride bruising with each one that slipped past his lips—but Obi-Wan had been persistent, entirely too attentive as a lover to let such needless insecurities stand unchallenged. And Anakin was always going to be too sensitive for his silence to have been sustainable, regardless of his own lack of experience at the time.

He could already feel it building now: that telltale bloom of heat unfurling in his stomach, his body sagging back against the door. Obi-Wan crowded him in further in order to keep him upright, and Anakin released a grateful noise as a leg slotted between his thighs—firm, steady, perfect for Anakin to rut against with abandon.

It’d be a bit presumptuous on any other night, but not this one. Not after such a close-call like they’d just experienced.

Anakin’s hips jerked forward of their own accord, seeking out much-needed friction. Short, uncoordinated things. Little to no finesse. Just chasing a high. He would have as many as he wanted tonight—until he was thoroughly disassembled, shivering and brainless on the bed—until he said to stop. Obi-Wan would see to it.

The first one didn’t take long. It never did.

It was Obi-Wan sucking on his tongue, wet, filthy sounding, both thumbs sweeping reverently across Anakin’s cheeks which sent the preliminary jolt through his body. His hips stuttered and stalled. Anakin let that terribly tiny squeak escape from his mouth. Then he was coming into his pants like a fumbling teenager.

Obi-Wan kissed him through it, undeterred by the lack of proper reciprocation on Anakin’s end. He knew Anakin was all but useless after he came.

“That stunt you pulled yesterday was reckless, dear heart,” Obi-Wan whispered once they finally parted for air, both gasping, foreheads resting together. “You gave me quite the scare back there.”

Heart was the keyword in that sentence. Much the same as Obi-Wan’s hand trailing from Anakin’s jaw to his hairline. Fingers brushed as if by compulsion over the patch of curls there, still shorn a few centimeters shorter than all the other ones. They searched for that tangible reminder that Anakin could handle things on his own now. That Anakin’s safety wasn’t Obi-Wan’s responsibility anymore. Not truly.

Anakin leaned forward and brushed their noses together—a small bit of Tatooinian affection, one of the few customs leftover that he hadn’t minded carrying with him and adopting as his own. Obi-Wan found it endearing, but the way his Master smiled privately and repeated the gesture back to him would always make wedding bells sing in Anakin’s ears.

“I got the all-clear from Kix,” Anakin murmured back, accepting the slow, lingering kisses that began interrupting him as he spoke. “No permanent damage—I’ll be fine in a few days…” His breath hitched as a hand snuck beneath his tunics, slipping past the waistband of his leggings. “I’m, mm… I’m still here.”

Any sane person would hate being touched again so soon, but stability was never something Anakin had been able to comfortably claim as his. No, instead he let his head crane back, skull meeting the proffered padding of Obi-Wan’s palm before it could thunk against the door. A mangled, fractured sound leapt from his mouth. Anakin thrusted his hips helplessly into the expert grip stroking his softened cock.

“I had to carry you back, you know,” Obi-Wan said, trailing his lips down the column of Anakin’s throat, tonguing his pulse point. “Even minor head wounds can bleed so profusely, but the knowledge isn’t nearly as comforting when you’re limp and deathly still in my arms.”

Something jagged and sympathizing twisted in Anakin’s heart, picturing it.

“I’m sorry,” he expressed genuinely.

He hadn’t thought before diving off that collapsing bridge. He’d just known he couldn’t make it to the other side with the rest of their men in time. The Force had given him a push to the right, said go, and Anakin had jumped, landing in the raging rapids below; knocked out cold by the rockbed churning beneath the water.

And he’d survived. Those still standing around him once the bridge had inevitably crumbled, hadn’t. So clearly the Force hadn’t led him astray there.

“I don’t need you to be sorry,” Obi-Wan replied quietly, sinking to his knees. He tugged the tops of Anakin’s leggings down as he went, rolling them and his briefs down to mid-thigh. As he took that soft cock back into his hands, he gave Anakin a disarmingly raw and open look. “I need for you to have a pulse.”

Realization dawned. Anakin faltered a bit.

… He’d really flatlined again, hadn’t he? They didn’t even bother telling him whether it’d happened anymore.

“I’m…” Anakin worked his jaw as he fought back another reflexive apology. It still escaped him anyway. “I’m sorry,” he repeated uselessly.

Obi-Wan, for his part, offered him a commiserating type of smile—knowing and bittersweet.

“So am I,” his Master murmured. And then he was taking Anakin into his mouth, swallowing the shortened length of his cock with ease, uncaring of the mess still smeared all over it from just minutes ago.

This time, Anakin had the presence of mind to brace his own hand behind his head, letting it take the impact of his squirming. His body went from besieged and unwilling to forcibly tantalized. He felt himself grow heavy on Obi-Wan’s tongue, cockhead nudging into the back of his mouth, milked relentlessly by the passage of his throat.

Obi-Wan took his time with it, savoring it, but he didn’t bother holding back on Anakin’s behalf either. There was no point. He cupped a hand to the tight balls below; rolled each one with a firm but tender touch in his palm. The dull smacking from above got louder—Anakin mewling openly, tossing his head back repeatedly, as if that would help him process the sensation—like it could keep him from tumbling over that edge he was incapable of stepping back from.

Thrumming, pulsing. Anakin shuddered, groaning low and open, the sound reverberating in his chest. He shook and spasmed against the door, and a bitter spatter of come was shooting off down Obi-Wan’s throat, weakened but still present, his balls aching in protest.

There was little speaking after that. Just practiced rituals and unspoken synergy. Once gently laid upon the bed, Anakin’s cock remained warm in Obi-Wan’s mouth until he’d sobbed, left twitching and drooling clear, sticky nothing onto a lapping tongue. Pressure sank into his body with a perfected rhythm, a pleasantly burning stretch—first fingers, then a cock—Obi-Wan using both to ring out whatever dregs of pleasure could possibly be attained via stroking that sweet spot along his walls.

Anakin was mindless, slack-jawed, a human body with a pulse and nothing else; just like Obi-Wan had needed him to be. Throbbing with proof that he was alive with each thrust of Obi-Wan’s cock into his puffy and overused hole, clenching desperately around the motion of it filling him up so full. When a string of curses drifted in one ear and out the next eons later, Anakin let himself be pulled into a frenzied kiss, mumbled affirmations of I love you, stay, please don’t go passing between Obi-Wan’s lips—and a sharp cry signaled the pulses of heat spilling into Anakin immediately after, dragging sloppy and messy and slick along his insides.

Solid weight draped over Anakin’s body eventually, lighter than he remembered, but everything else about Obi-Wan was the same: the way he cradled Anakin close, like he could hide him away from the rest of the galaxy if he tried hard enough; the soft, looping mantra of stay’s and please’s.

“I’m staying,” Anakin managed to reply at last, voice croaking. “I’m here, Master.”

The mantra stopped, replaced by trembling kisses to Anakin’s skin instead—anywhere Obi-Wan could reach with his lips.

Anakin stayed silent and let his Master pray. Maybe his pleas were what had kept Anakin alive each time; having someone more pious than he pleading his case.

It was of greater solace to cling to that reasoning, rather than luck. If nothing else.

[lokidjarin-7567]

Day 8 - Forbidden Relationship

Obi Wan Kenobi x you

Contents: smut/drabble, fem!reader x episode 2 Obi Wan, corruption kink

W/C: ~600

Soooo I’m so behind but I swear to you I will post all of these chapters!! It just might be a little late. The next few should be faster though - with some of the more ‘vanilla’ prompts on my list I feel like I have to write more background to make it worth the read, but the kinkier ones are just going to get straight into it lol

Kinktober Masterlist | General Masterlist | AO3

“I shouldn’t be doing this…” He muttered into your neck, and your walls fluttered around him in response. He said it every time, and yet, here he was. There was just something arousing about knowing your pussy is so fucking good it had a Jedi crawling back for more, breaking his covenant over and over just so he can fuck you.

The first time was intoxicating. You knew that he was a virgin - it wasn’t hard to tell - and you were apprehensive, but it didn’t matter that it didn’t last long, or that you didn’t orgasm… The power you felt. The control. Getting to coax him through it, seeing his face when he first pressed himself deep into your velvet core, knowing that you were corrupting a Jedi knight... It was like nothing you had ever experienced.

The second time, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. He was needy and desperate, lips and fingertips ghosting across every inch of your skin like a man starved. A man who had been deprived of pleasure for so long and now, he couldn’t help but indulge.

The third time, you went down on him. Took your time, letting your tongue run up and down his shaft, swirling around his head and smearing his precum gently before you took him completely into your mouth. He was a mess by the time you finally obliged his whines, his tip hitting the back of your throat with a moan from you. The look of pure pleasure and surprise on his face when you swallowed every last drop of his load as he came down your throat.

“But it feels so gooood, doesn't it?” You drawled, and he groaned pitifully. You’d lost count of the amount of times he’d promised it would never happen again, that he needed to stop, and yet here he was, buried to the hilt inside you. It was only recently that he’d realised you didn’t derive the same kind of pleasure as he did from your hookups, and he practically begged you to teach him how to help you out. You weren’t exactly going to say no to that. So you showed him how you touched yourself. Made him watched as you reached a climax.

The way he blushed afterwards… You loved the way it made you feel. His innocence. And how easily you could break it.

And now, his hand delved towards your folds, and you moaned as his thumb brushed across your sensitive clit, hips bucking as he continued to rut into you.

“Right there, baby…” you whispered, kissing his neck lightly and twisting your fingers into his hair. “Stars that’s perfect, keep going…” He groaned and sunk his teeth into your bare breath, beard scratching the delicate skin.

“That’s it… oh yes that’s it…” he whispered as you came around his cock, whining his name and his own orgasm followed not long after.

As he lay on top of you, breaths heavy, you thought about how this is normally when he’d say it had been a mistake, when he’d leave and apologise and swear up and down that’s he’d never return.

But now, he sighed contentedly, fingers drawing lazy patterns onto your shoulder, eyes fluttering closed. You smiled to yourself, knowing he was yours.

[sendpseuds]

Official Elf's Log

Eighteen days to Anakin's eleventh Christmas

CODE RED

If I didn't know better, I would say that I could feel the moment coming even before he came barreling off that big yellow school bus and through the front door.

Anakin no longer believes in Santa Claus.

Most Christmas elves do not get nearly as long as I have, and I cannot say I wasn't beginning to hope this day might never come.

There was a very loud disagreement in the kitchen [I was unable to witness the argument myself as I was fishing in the bathroom sink] wherein Anakin told Mom what what happened at school — His friends had explained 'the lie of Santa Claus.' He told them they were wrong. They had laughed at him.

Anakin has locked himself in his room.

Neither Mom nor I have been able to coax him out.

He couldn't even look at me.

He looked so angry.

He is extremely upset.

I hope you can excuse the brevity of this report. I have much to think about.

SUPPLEMENT

It seems that Mom's extra cheesy mac and cheese [that I'm still not entirely sure he realizes includes several carrots] was enough to draw Anakin from his room.

He is still upset.

He is still confused.

There were raised voices and naughty words but we all know these reactions are normal and given his age, I think his response has been almost remarkably restrained.

I am, at the moment, uncertain of my role in the Skywalker household moving forward, as is every elf who finds themselves in my situation, but I will say that I am hopeful.

After all, he did say goodnight.

Douglas firs and felicitations,

Obi-Wan Kenobi

[inkformyblood]

every colour i see reminds me of you (CWFKB #8)

Fill for lipstick kiss for @codywanfirstkissbingo Canon Universe, Order 66 Didn't Happen

“So,” Quinlan slides onto the bench next to Obi-Wan, knocking his tray against Obi-Wan’s already cluttered offerings. “Your Commander is trying out a new lip colour then?”

Obi-Wan straightens, something close to fear twisting through the pit of his stomach. His spine feels drawn too tight, a puppet with ill-fitting strings as he forces himself to glance over at the other man, ensuring that his brow doesn’t rise past the notch of mild disapproval. He pokes at the porridge with his free hand, the pale lilac surface giving way before it reforms over the intrusion. “He is though I fail to see how that is any of your business.”

“Purple?”

Obi-Wan considers punching Quinlan. It would be undeniably childish of him and he could already hear the disapproving words of Master Windu echo in the back of his thoughts, some reactions never got easier to weather despite the fact that Obi-Wan hasn’t been a Knight for nearly two decades now and a Padawan for even longer. But Quinlan’s grin is just the right shade of sharp, honed and cultivated to imply the exact amount of knowing something that his target doesn’t that would make someone hesitate to punch him. Even if he more than deserves it. “Now, why should that matter?”

Quinlan leans forward, propping his chin onto Obi-Wan’s shoulder. His dreadlocks swing free, and Obi-Wan catches them, abandoning his absent-minded prodding of his food to do so. There’s a faint scent of lavender that comes with the motion, a poor attempt at hiding the tang of engine oil and industrial work. He pulls the locks away as he turns to look down at Quinlan, the pair of them now nearly nose-to-nose. 

His eyes dark and his grin only widening, drawing and redrawing the line in the sand that he is determined to toe, Quinlan asks, “So, I am right?”

Obi-Wan licks Quinlan’s nose, still childish but less overtly so. Quinlan recalls, tugging against Obi-Wan’s hold on his locks, and swipes at his shoulder with a laugh. He looks younger when he’s laughing, the harsh lines of grief and suffering the war had drawn over his countenance. Scrubbing at his face with the heel of his palm, Quinlan rocks forward, tapping his knuckles against Obi-Wan’s tray. “Don’t need you to answer, Obi. I know I’m right just by this.”

His breakfast tray. It is full but Obi-Wan is intending on carrying the rest back to his rooms, their rooms now that Cody has moved in with the war resolving in a mostly settled ceasefire. Obi-Wan’s gaze skips over the small bowl of porridge, the normal cream shade tinted lilac by the addition of some fruit, then to the plate of potato. It is a new variant from a planet that has only recently opened up the trade routes and the flesh is a dark purple. He has a salad for some variety, dark leaves and curls of a paler purple carrot scattered amongst it and— Oh. Oh .

“How long have I been doing this?”

“What?” Quinlan reaches over and selects a piece of fruit from Obi-Wan’s tray, purple like all the rest of it. “Matching your meal and nearly every other choice on that day to the colour of your Commander’s lipstick?”

“Yes. Quin. That.”

“Practically since he started wearing it.”

Obi-Wan bites back a curse and stands, drawing his tray close to his chest. He’d thought that he was being careful with his crush on the other man, keeping it close to his chest and obfuscated behind several very plausible reasons for his level of attention, of care. Had Cody noticed? Obi-Wan’s crush, as it was, is his own problem to cope with. He doesn’t want to inflict it upon Cody if it isn’t returned. “Thank you for your insights, Quin.”

Quinlan waves him away, the self-shame grin plastered over his face once more, and Obi-Wan takes his leave, his tray clasped in front of him. Cody is sprawled across the sofa as Obi-Wan enteres, much the same position he had been earlier that morning, with the addition of a holopad clutched in one hand. He pauses the video as Obi-Wan enters sitting up with a grin. “Short queue?”

“Something like that.” Obi-Wan joins him, sliding the tray onto the table. Purple food, purple lipstick carefully painted over Cody’s mouth. “Can I kiss you?”

Cody blinks, smiling gently up at him. “Thought you were never going to ask.”

He leans forward and Obi-Wan learns that his lipstick tastes as sweet as it looks. 

[outlandish-dreamer]

I couldn't stop thinking about them, so of course I had to make a fic 😌 (

the credit for the DNI banner goes to @aew-kun-age-regression, I hope it's okay I used it!)

"Quiet your little mind.."

Regressor! Anakin Skywalker and Cg! Obi-Wan <3 Word count: 2775 Read it Ao3 here!

Anakin hated the way missions always seemed to leave him torn inside out, how he’d find himself more on edge and clingy than normal. Especially the inevitable slip that followed a mission spent on his own, not knowing whether or not he’d make it out alive. The young jedi could feel his fears of losing what little he had left, eating him up inside, swallowing him whole until all he could do was spiral. He was terrified of failing not just himself, but the one person he knew would be devastated if he did. His master, and more importantly, the only family he still had, Obi-Wan. 

He knew he was just a student and probably nothing more to the older man, however, that didn’t stop him from looking to Obi-Wan as a lifeboat. His overall calm presence and “welcoming with open arms” demeanor was his light in the dark maze that was Anakin Skywalker. He, no matter how far he felt himself recoil, could always somehow manage to bring Anakin back to reality.  He could trust Obi-Wan, despite everything the two had been through. And now as he faced this journey alone, he could feel his confidence slowly slipping away. He could do this. He had too. But so much of him was telling him that he couldn’t, even as he came home once it was over. 

The man wasn’t really known for staying in his role of just “mentor.” It’s not like he had much time to practice considering he became one on the same day he lost his. Having to learn so much in so little time with a boy who was told to be the “chosen one” made him care more for the other than he thought he would. He was pretty hesitant to leave him to handle certain things on his own, especially with just how vulnerable and almost catatonic he’d be afterward. Almost like he was right back on Tatooine, often getting stuck in those memories and  leaving Obi-Wan helpless as he worriedly tried to bring him back. 

It broke his heart to watch the kid that looked to him with so much trust and hope draw back in fear that he’d relive the same things by his master’s hand. The widened state of panic and almost childlike plea for mercy that it would stop burned itself deep into the recesses of Obi-Wan’s mind. Among many, many  others, he could never forget that look. Somehow always seeing it whenever he was alone or his student was away. In those moments, it felt almost like an omen of misfortune, like something terrible was just bound to happen if he didn’t act now.

Not that he’d believe it at first, but what he didn’t know was that for once, his over-anxious mind was right. 

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Anakin made his way through the outskirts of the village, his hood covering his face with only one plan and goal on his mind. To get home. He was so caught up in his thinking as he walked through the street that he didn’t notice the large looming figure he almost walked headfirst into. Looking up, he saw the wrinkled eyes of the Chancellor looking at him with a fond, almost twisted expression, it wasn’t one of disgust as he suspected it would’ve been, but one more of pleasure, probably malice if he thought long enough about it. He tensed up in caution, not really wanting to interact with the older one. He doesn’t really hate the man since he didn’t know much about him, but there was just something off about him that made Anakin’s skin crawl. Most likely because he’s just generally creepy, however, a small part of him felt it was because he took an interest in Anakin. Whatever it was, he shook it away and nodded curtly. Trying to be polite but also not wanting to prolong the interaction longer than he had to. 

“What a nice surprise to see you finally let out from your cage, young jedi. I almost thought they’d sent you away.” The Chancellor humored with a smirk. Looking down at the boy, he could sense the discomfort from inside him. He sniffed shortly and lowered his eyebrow. “What’s got you out here so late? I figured your master would have a coronary if he noticed you out after dark.” 

“No need to worry sir.” Anakin brushed off, shaking his head. “I’m heading back there just now actually.”

“I’m sure you are.” Palpatine rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, looking off to the side. He turned back towards Anakin and returned his malicious smile. “I can see your power has greatly increased, what a nice surprise considering who’s been training you. I’ve been meaning to speak with you on that, there’s much you still aren’t aware of, I’m afraid. Has he been treating you well?” 

The boy raised an eyebrow and couldn’t help himself from frowning. What was the old man going on about? Anakin knew Palpatine trusted Obi-Wan just as little as the other trusted him, but did he really have to bring him into this? He shook his head in disagreement and retaliated. “I’ve been just fine.” He bit out and cringed at how defensive he sounded. Clearing his throat, he sounded more professional and collected. “I’ve learned plenty at the moment, but I really do need to be going. Maybe some other time?” 

The Chancellor wrinkled his eyes in disgust with an ugly, almost defeated look at the boys’ immediate dismissal. He turned to leave and just before tucked his hand underneath Anakin’s chin. Lifting it up so he was looking into his eyes, albeit a bit forcefully. “Fine then.  But I will not be ignored, Anakin.” He glowered and leaned in to where he was barely an inch from the other’s face. A sadistic gleam in his eye. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer, whether through both physical and actual Force. “Do I make myself clear?” 

Anakin swallowed at the sudden movement and nodded quickly. Internally he was panicking, but he wasn’t going to let the other man know that. His anxiety was already running rampant before their whole interaction. Now with the Chancellor basically obligating him to agree, it’s so much worse than he could’ve imagined. He just wanted to leave. To run. So much so that once he agreed, he almost sighed in relief when the grip on his chin loosened. 

Palpatine let the boy go and nodded in approval, patting him on the shoulder proudly before leaving. And just as quickly as he’d appeared, he was gone. Anakin stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds. The gesture made him feel even weirder now that he was alone. “What was he supposed to do with that?” He wondered as he stumbled back and unsteadily continued on his way home. If there was one thing for certain after that, it was that he was right about the Chancellor. The creep factor wasn’t just in his head. 

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Anakin could feel the panic rising in his throat those last few miles. The mission was weighing down on him much more than before with the added pressure of his encounter. He could feel himself slipping, like he couldn’t even think anymore. Everything was just too big, too scary, too much for him to handle anymore. It was suffocating. It was dark and he was alone and nothing felt right. He can’t do this. He can’t, he can’t, he- 

He finally reached Temple and walked inside slowly; struggling to keep himself from slumping onto the floor and calling it a day. He could tell something was off. Shuddering, his breath starts catching and he feels like he’s about to cry. “Force, please no. What now?”  He thought as he tried to reach out to his master’s force signature. He’d know what to do. However, once he did, he realized that the off thing was right there. Obi-Wan wasn’t home. Normally he wouldn’t have been so concerned, but right now, it was the final thing it took for the dam to break. Curling up in his bed, he let the break down finally come. Tears falling down his flushed cheeks and being caught by his pillow, he clumsily ran his sleeve across his messed-up face. A small whimper escaped his throat as he tried to choke back a sob. He didn’t want to be alone, at least, not anymore. All he wanted was Obi-Wan. If only he were here, he’d know what to do.

Obi-Wan could sense that something was wrong. He hadn’t heard from his Padawan in a while and was starting to worry. He was supposed to be coming back today, but he hadn’t made it home yet. Once it started to get dark and he could feel that same darkness growing in the force, he went to look for where he could be. He figured he’d let him know if he made it back to the Temple, and he was about to ask over his comm when he realized where he was. And just as soon as he had left, he found out the boy did get home. That wasn’t the problem though. The darkness he’d felt before wasn’t external, it was internal. Which meant that Anakin had to have slipped or worse, regressed entirely. 

After most of his sobs subsided, Anakin whined out feeling more drained than anything, his face blotchy and raw from rubbing at it. He exhaled shakily and was startled for a moment at the sound of footsteps approaching from beyond the hallway. Too tired to even pay attention, he was only brought out of his stupor by a soft voice calling out. “Anakin..?” It couldn’t be...could it? He lifted his head and sure enough, it was.

“Oh Anakin, my boy,” Obi-Wan murmured softly as he stood in the doorway, not sure if his student recognized or remembered him in this state. He looked a mess, the poor kid’s face rubbed raw, if he’d have been anyone else he would’ve deemed it pitiful and turned a blind eye. But he wasn’t.Obi-Wan moved closer towards the bed and reached out for him, almost falling over when Anakin reached back with a shocking amount of strength.  

“Master..” Anakin blurted out clumsily as he clambered into his master’s outstretched arms. Sniffing back tears, he wiped his face on robes that seemed much too big for him now. He pitifully buried his face into the crook of his neck and hugged him back with as much force as the little could. Which wasn’t a lot, but still enough to concern the other. 

“Ani,” He whispered back, combing his hand through the boy’s mess of hair. He thanked Force that he didn’t pull or turn away, an uncommon yet pleasant surprise from Anakin. “I’m here, my padawan. I’ve got you.” He cooed gently, rocking them back and forth. “How long had he been on his own when this happened?” the man wondered. He sounded terrible. All shuddery and ragged. Eyes widening, he grimaced as he realized that it was partly because of him, for not being there when he needed him sooner. 

Anakin didn’t care about that though. He was just happy to be back where he felt the most safe. That he was here and he was real and that he would be okay. Nothing, no Order, no Chancellors, would get to him now. Not while Obi-Wan was around. Shakily, he pulled away from the hug and hung his head not meeting the other’s gaze, his eyes glassy and apologetic. “‘M sorry, Master.”

“Oh Anakin, whatever for?” Obi-Wan breathed out, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “You have nothing to be sorry about, I saw you while you were away. You did everything just right. Just like I taught you and you were so brave.” The man encouraged with a twinkle in his eye, turning to meet the young one’s face so he could see that he truly meant it. 

“N..no. No-! M’ not brave if M’ a big baby afterwards.” The other shook his head. That wasn’t the only thing though. The real thing he was apologizing for happened right after. “M’ sorry about the...the..” He struggled with getting the words out. Frustrated, he pointed out the window hoping Obi would understand what he meant. “Him.”

He was a bit confused and turned to see what he was pointing at. "The city..? Oh, now I see.”  He nodded in realization. He meant Palpatine but didn’t know how to say it. Quickly discouraging that, he shook his head as well. “You don’t have to apologize for that either, little one. He approached you, and even if it were the other way around, you weren’t meaning to do anything wrong. It’s his fault for preying on you while you were trying to get home.” Obi-Wan reassured, pulling Anakin closer to him. It wasn’t unusual for him to get like this, worried over the smallest of things in the fear that it would upset or disappoint his master. It was one of the few things that carried over from his regular self to now. Before he could start again, Obi-Wan thought about it for a moment and began coolly in a way that he could understand. 

“You know, I think your mind plays these little tricks on you into believing you’re doing something wrong. They make you believe that you messed up or upset someone, even when you didn’t or weren’t meaning to.  They do to all of us. Even me.” He admitted. “But, that doesn’t mean it’s true. Does that make any sense?” 

Anakin let his words sink in for a moment. Biting on the nail of his thumb, he nodded slowly. “Yea..” He didn’t completely understand what he was talking about, but it did make a little bit of sense when the man explained it. 

“Good!” Obi-Wan praised gently. He shifted so that the boy sat in his lap, wide-eyed and hanging onto what he was saying. Even if he didn't know and  was just listening because he liked the sound of it, he was glad he had his attention on something else. Obi-Wan continued. “Because of that, we have to listen to the rational part of our brains. What we should try to do though is find a way to calm those thoughts and keep them away. It’s healthy to have them occasionally, it’s only natural. But all the time is when it gets scary and can leave even the strongest person in a panic.” He gestured towards Anakin. “So, you don’t need to be afraid, dear heart. And you most certainly don’t need to be sorry. Do you understand?” 

Anakin nodded and closed his eyes, leaning into Obi-Wan’s chest. He was right, he always seemed to know. He could brush away even the smallest of fears with a gentle hand and without judgment.  After his anxiety had dissipated and the events of the day caught up to him, he yawned as sleep slowly crept in. “Missed you..” He whispered, his voice cut off by a yawn. “...Master.”

“I missed you too, young one.” Obi-Wan murmured and rested his hand on the back of his padawan’s head. He knew how much he did, and he missed him too, much more than the younger could understand. And if the kid that was practically falling asleep in his arms was anything to go by, Obi-Wan knew he could see just how much he had as well. Carefully, he picked him up and moved to lay him down underneath his covers. Just before he was about to fall asleep though, the young jedi whispered barely audibly. 

“Th’nk you, Obi. For everything. G’night.” And as soon as he felt Obi-Wan’s arm around him, he turned towards him and fell asleep. As much as he hated himself for it, the amount of love and care his master showed him made it all worth it when he was small. He knew he’d never hate or hurt him for it. He loved him. No matter the distance or how far Anakin would get lost in his head, he still did.  

“Of course, and you don’t need to thank me.” Obi-Wan whispered and wrapped his arm around the boy’s barely awake form. When he felt him move and rest against his chest, he ran his free hand along his back. “I love you. Sleep well, Ani..” 

And before long, sleep came to him as well. In the peaceful night, nothing else mattered to the sleeping pair. Nothing else, but each other. 

******* Thank you so much reading and let me know what you think if you want to! this idea just would not leave me alone, so you have been warned lol

[hayden-christensen-verse]

Of all the realities

(y/n) warframe is delusion skin, it's all black with dark red highlights

this is a warframe x star wars crossover

warning: none really

(y/n) pov

I duck behind the rubble and I look at the others, padme has some light bruising on her arms, Anakin is crushing droids with the force and deflecting with his lightsaber and obi-wan is watching his back, and Rex is trying to contact the rest of our men and Ahsoka is badly injured. Fear and adrenaline start swelling up in my chest, eyes darting back and forth wide and alert. I know that I may have to use something I never wanted to use ever since I left my reality, and came to this one to have some semblance of a normal life. Just then Anakin is knocked down in front of me clutching his side, I rush to his side and pull his hand away to look at it. The wound is deep but not enough to be fatal to him but this only makes my fear rise but anger soon replaces that fear. If I lost Anakin my world would truly be a void and I lose a battle of the mind I fight with myself. 

“Anakin are you alright!?” I say placing his hand back on his side, I run my eyes over his body to make sure he didn't sustain any more injuries.

“Ngh! Not (y/n)…” he says in pain even so with sass as usual. I lightly chuckle before whipping my head towards the doids stand up slowly and begin to walk slowly towards where Anakin once was. I hear Anakin grunt and try to get up before calling out to me in a panic.

“(Y/n)!” 

I turn around and flash him a small smile that says everything will be alright, i stop a few feet away from Obi-wan close my eyes, and focus, i feel the once-forgotten power flow through my veins and I release it in a blinding light drawing everyone's attention, they soon cover their eyes. Their eyes are wide in shock at what stands in my place

No one pov

In (y/n) place stands a humanoid creature all black with dark red scratches and highlights. This creature looked as though it had seen very many battles and survived to tell the tail. Everyone looks at it in fear, awe, and curiosity, soon it lets out a cry, one full of pain, grief, and pure rage before taking off almost unseen by the naked eye, jumping before deploying glowing orange fire-like claws. It plunges its claws into the droids and enemy clones in its way, it isn't long til all the enemies are dealt with. The warframe is hunched over, heaving as if out of breath covered in blood. 

Soon, it stands straight up and gets stiff, blue particles come out of it taking a human. They soon realize is (y/n) that takes form. She stumbles before gaining balance and looking at the others who look at her with shock and slight fear.

(y/n) pov

“Please don't look at me like that,” I say looking away from them, I turn and walk towards where our ship is at

“I'll explain more when we are safe”

Time skip

Once they all arrive and are patched up and on course for Coruscant, Anakin opens his mouth to talk 

“What the hell was all that?” he says his stance is defensive 

“What you saw back there was something I wish I didn't have to use again,” I say sighing turning to look at them

“I what you call a tenno from another reality, a child that has survived the void, That was my warframe valkyr,” I say using my powers to make her appear beside me

“Warframes are vessels for Tenno to place their mind or bodies or both into it. Thus we control them and take them to battle. Warframes are powerful, very powerful they they can bend and shape reality and that is how I came here. I have saved my reality and wanted to have some peace but it seems that I won't ever find that” I chuckle shaking my head, shifting on my feet

“So you from another reality?” Obi-Wan asks and I nod at him

“Yes, I am. I was the chosen one in my reality and I saw it to the end, destroying the grineer, corpus, infested, and sentiants alike. Freed the galaxy of their tyrant overlords. I miss some of the people I knew like Lotus she was like my mom, who watched and raised us when we escaped the void, ordis my faithful Cephalon, who was turned into a Cephalon against his will when he was human still. Balles the spineless coward that killed Lotus, I was so happy when he died, the man in the wall a cosmic being beyond comprehension that gave me these powers just so he could example the void, a representation of the sin that flows through the galaxy. I have another warframe his name is Umbra, a man once a general who turned into a warframe against his will and was forced to kill his son. I have suffered millennia if not eons of my life fighting and suffering from battles past over those years.  I need some time alone but here is the data pad to look up any questions you may have” I say walking out of the piloting room to a secluded place on the ship.

Not long after the door slides open and Anakin walks in closes the door walks up next to me and stops

“Why didn't you tell me?” he says softly looking at me with eyes full of sadness, and betrayal.

“I was scared you see me differently if you learned of what and who I am. A monster, a creature that's not even human anymore. You mean the world to me Anakin and if you hated me, I couldn't stand to live anymore I'd lose my only reason to live in this world that has only ever brought me pain and ripped me off my loved ones.” I say softly looking down before looking up and into his eyes. A few tears fall from my eyes before they are wiped away by him with both hands. I close my eyes and nuzzle my face into his palms.

I hear him swallow before he says the 3 words I've longed to hear leave his lips.

“I love you so much and nothing is ever going to change that (y/n)” he says as I open my eyes. I bring my hands up to his robe collar and tug him into a love-filled kiss befor pulling away 

“I love you as well ani” I smile softly at him

“And I will for the rest of eternity”

[vodika-vibes]

So, because I'm me, I'm thinking of a Star Wars AU. And this is really just going to be a train of thought writing thing.

So, Ahsoka is 14 years old, and she has recently become Anakin's Padawan, and she's not sure.

She's not.

It's nothing against Anakin, it's just that he's very...young. And very male. And very human.

And so very young.

So when she returns from her first mission, and has her first lessong with Skyguy (He had the men shoot at her and her head kinda hurts still and her hands won't stop shaking but that's normal, right?) She makes her way to the archives.

She finds the old mission records and she reads through her Master's missions, missions he took as a padawan...and quickly determined that his mission load was boring.

So she starts reading about Master Obi-Wan's missions.

She reads about Bandomeer. She reads about Melida/Daan. She reads about the two years on Mandalore.

And she's like, "Huh, I guess it could be worse." And then she puts everything away and carries on.

Her first night back at the temple, in a room in an apartment shared with Master Kenobi and Skyguy, was rough.

She never had a hard time sleeping in the temple before, but everything ached, and she had a blinding headache behind her eyes, and she just can't stop shaking now that she's not moving -

So Ahsoka climbs out of bed to curl up on the couch.

It's obvious to her that Skyguy isn't here, but Master Kenobi is awake and sipping tea in the kitchen, so she joins him.

He's nice. Soothing. His presence feels like water rippling over her, and it's enough that she accepts his offer of tea.

And, while they sipped their tea and got to know each other, Ahsoka lets slip the training she had that day and how she feels awful still, and how she can't stop shaking.

And Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi drops his mug and stares at her in abject horror.

She makes a weak joke about how it could be worse, but it doesn't wipe the look off his face, and when he draws her into a tight hug, his force presence washing through her in the way that her old creche master used to do the same thing, she sniffles and she buries her face in his shoulder and starts to cry.

She knows, deep inside, that what happened was wrong, and the fact that he agrees is enough for her to agree to an immediate trip to the halls of healing.

Personally, I think this would have changed everything. But I'm tired and can't quite think it all the way through.

[pomplalamoose]

Can we please have some luke fluff hc’s?🙏 from any era idc i just love your writing💗

Thank you so much, anon!!! <33

I'm so on board for more lighthearted Luke content to warm our hearts, it's what he deserves🤝🏻

Also I veered into kinda new territory for me; while many of these take place in the Star Wars universe as normal, I included some modern day AU ones too

• the Jedi are taught to take extra care of their clothing and appearance because whenever they're out and about they take on a mostly representative role, whether they want to or not

• this also includes learning how to correctly mend and take care of their belongings

• I don't think that this was at the very front of Luke's education though, Obi-Wan and Yoda really had more pressing conditions to work with

• however, as everyone can clearly see, nobody had to specifically tell Luke about this

• (just look at the man)

• not only did he grow up with maybe one (1) relatively good fitting outfit, I'm also sure that because of this he was taught how to fix holes and re do seams as well as sewing his buttons back on himself

• I'm even convinced he's able to make a simple pair of pants and a shirt from scratch should it be really necessary

• something about the picture of you and Luke sitting together on a warm summer evening or during a winter night and you watching him silently working away is just the peak of domesticity

• he enjoys fixing clothes, especially if by doing so he can do a favor to those he loves

• I think in a way it calms him too

• he'd definitely help out his Padawans with it as well

• I firmly believe he owns a small sewing kit, complete with a thimble

• (maybe two: one he's actually using and a second hand made one out of porcelain because he thinks it's really pretty)

• maybe, in addition and if he has the time, he'd try out similar activities like crocheting, knitting, stitching, etc.

• I don't think he'd be very good at it but everything he crafts is made with love and there is no one around who doesn't appreciate his efforts

• imagine him knitting little socks and hats and scarves for all of his students

• for some reason he really struggles with online tutorials though

• they're always going too fast, he can't see what exactly it is they're showing, and often times they're just overcomplicating really simple steps

• he finds this to be very frustrating

• he probably uses a very (very!) old fashioned book to learn instead

• its margins are full of scribbles of its previous owners and Luke adds his own

• he draws smiley faces next to the patterns he likes most

• Luke is a DIY king

• something that really comes in handy as a Jedi master

• at the very beginning, just at the start of his own academy, he definitely did most of the occurring tasks himself, also including preparing the meals for everyone

• he's a decent cook but I think he'd get really into baking

• baking bread is one of his favorite free time activities

• my sister insists upon the fact that he'd make the absolute best focaccia

• (or its Star Wars equivalent at least)

• he really likes trying out new recipes, especially those he never heard about before

• with varying degrees of success, as some of them are not meant to be made by humans

• but worry not, nothing is getting wasted

• Luke's collection of little fish friends is always happy to eat the remaining crumbs

• (for those that don't know what I'm talking about, check out my other random Luke headcanons if you'd like)

• he has special outfits for his training sessions, including many different shoes

• depending on what or where it is he's practicing, he chooses them carefully

• inside he's wearing soft slippers and soft slippers only, boots are a no go

• it's very much established that Luke is wonderfully emphathetic and always ready to stand by your side, may it be during your period or when you're struggling mentally

• he's still wonderfully emphathetic and caring when you're sick but like, only from very far away

• he'll refuse to come near you if you so much as mention you're not feeling well

• if you have to sneeze or cough even a little bit he's immediately asking whether you've fallen ill or are about to

• just say you feel like you're getting a cold and he's on retreat immediately

• he can't get sick as well!

• he's working with children!!!

• at least one of them is always sick anyways, he can't be contagious under any circumstances!

• he'd feel so bad if he were to be responsible for even more of them suffering

• he feels horrible for not being there for you too though

• so he still does his best

• he prepares warm meals and tea every day and let's R2 deliver them

• he always checks in on you when you're asleep

• he changes your bed sheets while you take a shower or a bath

• he'd totally make a doctor's appointment for you if you're too scared to make the phone call yourself

• he makes sure you're taking your medications

• he pats your back and strokes your hair using the Force

• Luke would absolutely hate quarantine

• at first he'd still be pretty optimistic, thinking it won't be that bad, maybe even fun?

• he'll just meditate a lot, right?

• after all he has mastered his temper now, his patience renowned among his friends and students

• this mindset works at the beginning and for a while he's happy to sleep in for as long as he wants to

• however he forgets about the concept of time quickly enough and soon has no idea what day it is

• when was the last time he had breakfast?

• since he's a very outdoorsy person, always on the move, always doing something, it wouldn't take long until he's getting kinda antsy too

• and while he does enjoy the calm and quiet, he's mostly used to being the center of bustling activities

• soon he takes desperate measures to pass the time, even trying out things he before swore to not be interested in in the slightest

• I see him taking lots and lots of Buzzfeed quizzes

• he texts you about every single result

• one of his first ones was about what kind of animal he'd be and he absolutely hated the outcome

• he eventually ended up making his own quiz because of it

• he likes watching you play video games more than playing them himself

• it's very relaxing to him, especially after a long day at work

• plus he gets to hold you extra close under the pretense of being very interested to see what's going on on screen

• he dozes off pretty quickly though

• while he's happy to let you play whatever you want, I think he has his favorites as well

• Animal Crossing being at the very front

• he loves when you show him your town or island, how you decorated your house and which villagers you're best friends with

• he too would have the newest game, simply because you were missing a few items and he was determined to get them for you

• it would totally escalate during quarantine though, and suddenly he'd have a fully decorated five star island

• (Luke Skywalker plays Animal Crossing with a passion and I'm ready to fight anyone about it)

• for some reason he gets really competitive during Mario Kart and Just Dance

• he unapologetically wins at every single Wii Sports mini game and no matter what you do and how much you practice, he's always better and not in the least bit sorry about it

• he is a Macher™ (please let there be some German fans who know what I'm talking about)

[friskynotebook]

Tears You Up But Sets You Free

CW: grief, death of a loved one

Summary: Padme believes she's in unrequited love with Obi-Wan—until one morning when she finds him sleeping in a closet

did I really spend all day writing almost 3,000 words of a Padme lives post ROTS Obidala angsty love confession and posted it unbeta'd? yes

The title is from the song Memphis Lives in Me from the musical Memphis ✨ You can listen to it here

Also on AO3!

Padme rolled over, blinking the sleep from her eyes as the Dantooine morning sun filtered through her bedroom window. She reached over to the other side of the bed and patted the cool sheets, hoping that this morning would be different than the others.

It never was.

She sighed. Ever since she and Obi-Wan had escaped to a tiny village on Dantooine with the twins nearly three years ago, they had grown closer. Living on a remote planet required them to rely on each other, both physically and emotionally. The friendship long-ago established on Naboo deepend further in the past three years than it had in the previous thirteen. They may have been legally married on Dantooine to maintain their cover, but for Padme, Obi-Wan Kenobi had become something deeper—her very best friend.

And perhaps something more . . .

On her end, there had always been something simmering beneath the surface when it came to her relationship with Obi-Wan, but he was so dedicated to the Order and so much of a Jedi, it never seemed like a real possibility. So he remained a dear friend and ally, nothing more. And when things presented themselves with Anakin . . .

But that was then. Now, however, as the years had passed, she found herself growing more and more fond of Obi-Wan every day. Of course she knew he was a handsome man—Padme had fully functioning eyes, after all. But she never really saw how gorgeous he was until she had to spend endless amounts of time with just him and her children. 

The children. Watching him interact with Luke and Leia—that was probably when she started to fall in love. Even when her heart was shattered in a million pieces mere weeks after their arrival, the pain lessened just a little when she saw Obi-Wan gently soothing little Leia’s cries so Padme could get a little more rest.

As the twins got older, Obi-Wan threw himself into fatherhood the same way Padme had thrown herself into motherhood. It surprised her—not his capability to love her children, because she’d seen first hand how much he’d loved Anakin and the rest of the Order, for that matter. But for someone who’d never had a traditional family structure of his own, he’d been committed to caring for the children and her as if it had ben ingrained in his very soul. Even though they had meager credits to their name, she and Obi-Wan were committed to giving Luke and Leia as normal a life as possible—from birthday parties to day trips to the mountains to sleepovers with friends, where the twins were right now.

Padme sighed. They didn’t often get long stretches of time alone together, and she wanted nothing more than to simply be with him and show him just how much he meant to her. But instead, he continued being his annoyingly perfect self and made her dinner, sat with her in the living room as he read a new arrival from the town library, and settled into the bed they shared with barely a kiss on the cheek.

And now she was waking up alone. Again

Padme shook her head. She wasn’t going down this path again. Obi-Wan had so many of his own burdens to deal with and the last thing he needed was to deal with her . . . feelings. They were best friends, nothing more.

Best friends who shared a bed. 

Purely for our cover, Obi-Wan had reassured her. We can’t have the children telling their friends their married parents sleep in separate bedrooms. It would draw too much attention.

Selfishly, she had agreed. If only for a little more time spent in Obi-Wan’s warmth.

She rolled out of bed and slipped into a robe. She wasn’t used to early morning quiet with two five year olds running around—she was nearly startled by the sounds of her own footsteps as she padded to the kitchen to brew some caf.

As she went through the motions of preparing the hot drink—two creams, two sugars for her, one sugar for Obi-Wan—Padme glanced at the door to a small storage room beside the twins’ bedroom. Obi-Wan converted it from a closet when they had first arrived, needing a hidden space to store the few remaining relics of his Jedi life as well as a quiet place to meditate away from the others. Every morning, he’d rise before the sun and meditate for an hour or two before the rest of the family got up. This morning didn’t seem any different, even without the children, so she settled at their small kitchen table and sipped at her caf, waiting for Obi-Wan to finish.

But as the minutes ticked by, he didn’t emerge.

After half a standard hour, Padme grabbed Obi-Wan’s rapidly cooling mug and approached the closed door. She knocked softly.

“Obi-Wan? Is everything alright?”

Silence.

Padme tried to quell her rising nerves and knocked again.

“Obi-Wan?”

Silence.

Padme swallowed. “I’m coming in.”

She opened the door—only for it to stop halfway through. “What—?”

The door was caught on what appeared to be a bundle of robes and—was that Obi-Wan’s foot?

Padme frowned and pushed the door all the way open as gently as she could, kneeling down beside the long lump of robes and brushing a lock of hair back from her husband’s forehead.

Obi-Wan was snoring softly under the robe-blanket he had carefully tucked around him, his head resting on a robe-pillow. Padme’s lips quirked. He must have fallen asleep while meditating this morning.

But . . . That didn’t explain the state of the storage room. His makeshift bed looked lived-in, more so than his actual bed. A small chest beside his robe-pillow acted as a nightstand, with his latest holo book and the glasses he swore he didn’t need resting on top. 

Why is he sleeping here?

It couldn’t have been comfortable. Obi-Wan wasn’t a particularly large man, but this storage room was tiny. Padme was sitting half outside the room as it was. It can’t be good for him being cramped in this space all night long—how many nights does he do this?

Padme thought back to their past three years in Dantooine—she couldn’t remember a single morning when her husband woke up beside her. Surely he must have in all their years but her mind kept coming up short. She brushed her fingers delicately along his bearded jaw, then gasped as she saw, seemingly for the first time, how dark the circles under his eyes were, and how deep his crows feet went. How had she never noticed this?

Before her thoughts could derail any further, Padme heard Obi-Wan whimper, his brow furrowed even in sleep. “No . . . no, please . . .”

Padme set the caf down on the chest and leaned forward, gently shaking her husband’s shoulder. “Obi-Wan, wake up.”

His breathing became more erratic and he started whimpering. The fear Padme had been pushing down started creeping up her throat.

She brushed her hand through his hair. “Obi-Wan, please. You’re safe, you need to wake up.”

Suddenly, Obi-Wan’s eyes shot open and he sat up, panting heavily. 

“Shhh,” Padme soothed, stroking his hair. “It was just a dream, Obi-Wan. You’re safe.”

He blinked at her as if he was seeing her for the first time. “P-Padme? What are you doing here?”

She swallowed. “You didn’t come out for your caf. I got worried.”

“Oh.” Obi-Wan ran a hand through his damp hair. “I”m sorry for worrying you, dear one.”

Padme pushed down the flutter in her chest at the pet name. “What’s going on?”

“Hmm?” He looked up, his blue eyes looking more dull than she’d ever seen them. 

“Why are you sleeping in here?”

Obi-Wan cleared his throat. “Oh, I must have fallen asleep while meditating again—”

Padme raised a brow. “So you made yourself a bedroom?”

He blushed. “Padme, it’s not—”

“Don’t tell me what it’s not, Obi-Wan. Tell me what it is.” Padme kept her voice soft but left no room for arguments.

“This is wrong.”

Padme furrowed her brow. “What’s wrong?”

“What I’m doing—my life—what I’ve done—it’s wrong.” His breath hitched in his throat.

Suddenly realizing this issue was far deeper than he had let on, Padme settled on his robe-bed, nestling closer to him. “What’s so wrong about our life?” she asked gently.

“I shouldn’t be living it!” he blurted out. “I k-killed him—”

“Obi-Wan no—”

He was getting lost in his thoughts. “I failed him and then I killed him. He was my brother, my apprentice, I should have helped him—”

“He was beyond help.” Padme soothed, repeating all the things he told her over the years. “There’s nothing wrong—”

He buried his face in his hands and Padme’s heart shattered even more. “Everything is wrong! I’m living his life—the life I stole. Don’t you see, Padme? This is all wrong! It should be Anakin here—”

“No it shouldn’t.”

That got Obi-Wan to stop right in his tracks. “What?”

Padme took her best friend’s face into her hands, stroking his beard with her thumbs. “No. It. Shouldn’t.”

“Padme, h-how can you say that? How can you want this life with me—”

“How about you let me decide what I want and what’s good for me?” She softened the blow of her words with a raised brow. 

Obi-Wan took a breath, not meeting her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

She forced his eyes upwards. “Don’t be,” she insisted, closing her eyes. Now or never, Padme. “I—Obi-Wan—”

“I’m not the family you need.” His voice was deadly quiet.

Her eyes snapped open. “What?”

He tried pulling away, but she wouldn’t let him go. “I’m not—” He swallowed. “I can’t be what you need.”

“And what exactly do I need?” Padme wasn’t going to lose her husband to his own mind, not if she had anything to say about it.

“Someone who can handle sharing a bed with you, being your husband, your children’s father, sharing your life, being in love with you—”

Padme’s eyes widened. “You’re in love with me?” she whispered.

Obi-Wan’s expression mirrored hers as he tried to back away, reminding Padme of a skittish animal. She pulled him closer. 

“Padme,” he rasped. “I’m so—”

“Don’t you dare apologize, Obi-Wan Kenobi,” she murmured, running one of her hands along his shoulder. “Is this why you’ve been sleeping here?”

He nodded. “It was too much,” he whispered. “Feeling the way I did and being in your bed. But I couldn’t bear to leave you either. I figured this was the best solution.”

The hand on his shoulder drifted down to his chest. “All this time? You were sleeping here all this time?”

“Mostly,” he nodded. “I’d wait until you were asleep and then come here. It was better this way,” he added, seeing Padme’s crestfallen expression. “You needed your rest and my nightmares would wake you—”

“I don’t give a bantha’s ass about your nightmares waking me,” she insisted. “And what about your rest? Obi-Wan you don’t even fit in here! You must be so sore—you’ve been doing this for years?”

Her fretting brought a tiny smile to his face. “I’ve survived worse.”

“I don’t care—no more of this,” Padme declared. “You’re sleeping back in our bed, where you belong.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes grew distant again. “I can’t, Padme. You don’t need an old Jedi complicating—”

“What did I say about letting me decide what I need?” Padme smiled. “And . . . what if I wanted you in my bed?”

Obi-Wan furrowed his brow and Padme wanted desperately to smooth it out with her thumb. “What?”

She took a deep breath. “What if . . . I loved you too?”

His face went ashen. “Padme, no . . . How . . .?”

“How can I love? Or how can I love you?”

Obi-Wan opened and closed his mouth a few times before answering. “Both,” he choked out. “With everything that’s happened.”

“Just because I’ve loved and been hurt in my past doesn’t mean I can’t love again, Obi-Wan. I’m still human,” she murmured, stroking his cheek.

“But with Anakin—”

“Not him.”

“What?”

She sighed. “I wasn’t talking about him.”

Obi-Wan leaned into her touch, waiting for her to continue.

“I cared for Ani, truly, and I did love him—just not the way a wife should love a husband,” she said, finally confiding in him the realization she had come to long ago. “The Anakin I loved—the Anakin I thought I loved—never existed. At most, we had infatuation. We never had time to explore anything else. And . . . if we had . . . I don’t think our marriage would have worked. Even if everything hadn’t happened.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes widened. “But—you were both happy—”

“Obi-Wan,” she murmured, forcing his eyes to meet hers. “I’ve been happier with you on our worst day than with Anakin on our best.”

His eyes filled with tears. “Oh, Padme.”

“Out here, I’ve had nothing but time to think about our lives before, all the mistakes I made, everything we’ve been through . . . Luke and Leia are my world, but marrying Ani was a mistake. Rushing things was a mistake. I wanted us to be happy so badly I convinced myself we were.”

Obi-Wan sighed. “Perhaps we were both blinded by love.”

“Both?”

“I’m not a fool, Padme. I’d known about you and Anakin long before you realized I knew.” He sighed. “You both had been through so much . . . I wanted you both to be happy.”

“We weren’t.” She squeezed his hand. “Not truly.”

“I think we both saw what we wanted to see.”

Padme wrapped her arms around his neck, letting out a sigh of relief when her husband wrapped his own arms around her. She kissed his neck, settling into his embrace.

“Did you ever think about this? Before?” Padme asked.

“I was so committed to the Order I never truly considered the possibility,” he answered honestly. “I couldn’t allow myself to think about . . . anything I could feel for you. I didn’t think any relationship was an option until you and Anakin were married.”

“And then it was too late,” she finished his thought, her breath tickling his skin.

“This wasn’t the way I’d have ever wanted us to become a couple,” he murmured.

“I know,” she reassured him. “But—if it was an option. If we could have explored our feelings. If everything hadn’t happened. What would you have done?”

“I’d have left the Order,” Obi-Wan replied, his voice so soft Padme barely heard the words.

She lifted her head. “Obi-Wan!”

“I couldn’t fulfill a commitment to you and to the Order,” Obi-Wan replied, the torment in his voice replaced by an eerie calm.

“But your duty—”

“—was to the Republic. I didn’t need to be part of the Order to serve the Republic.”

After a moment, Padme responded. “And if I hadn’t returned your feelings?”

“It wouldn’t have mattered,” he whispered. “As you can see, I’m not very good at effectively repressing romantic feelings,” he smirked.

Padme beamed. “And now you don’t have to.”

She leaned in ready to finally kiss her best friend, her husband, for the first time—only for Obi-Wan to turn away.

“What is it?” she asked, lifting his chin to meet her eyes. “Please, tell me. Let me care for you the way you’ve always cared for me.”

Obi-Wan swallowed, his tormented blue eyes filling once more with tears. “Have you ever . . . have you ever wished it were Anakin here instead of me?”

Padme closed her eyes and cupped his face in her hands, pressing her forehead against his. “Once, a long time ago. When the babies were six months old.”

He started to nod his head, accepting this, but Padme refused to let him leave her embrace. She opened her eyes. “I was in so much pain I couldn’t think straight. Trying to deal with the pain of losing Anakin while raising twins . . . it was too much most days. And one day, you were bathing Luke and I remember thinking, you’re the wrong Jedi. It should be Anakin here bathing my babies.”

“But you know what?” Padme continued, wanting to chase the pain out of his eyes. “The very next morning, I heard one of the twins cry and I started to roll out of bed. But then I heard you talking to them and you sang a lullaby with your beautiful voice and you know what I said?”

“What?” Obi-Wan whispered, tears slipping down his cheeks.

She tightened her grip on his jaw, kissing his tears. “I said, oh good. Their father’s taking care of them.” She swallowed. “Luke and Leia may have Anakin’s DNA, but you are their father, through and through. One intrusive thought I had when I was deep in the throes of grief does not take that away and it never will. I love you, Obi-Wan. Our children love you. And even though the circumstances are never what I would have wanted, nothing has made me happier than being here with you and our children. Nothing.”

Obi-Wan leaned forward, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. “Padme,” he moaned, his nose brushing against hers.

“I love you, Obi-Wan,” she murmured against his mouth. “You’re my home.”

“I love you,” he repeated, pulling her closer. “I’ll never grow tired of saying that.”

“I’ll never grow tired of hearing it,” she beamed.

“Padme, I—ow!” Obi-Wan broke the kiss, rubbing the back of his head.

“Are you alright?” she asked, reaching over to inspect his head herself.

“I think I hit my head on this shelf,” he frowned.

Padme snorted. “I can’t believe you’ve been sleeping in this closet for years.”

“In hindsight, it does seem rather foolish, doesn’t it?” Obi-Wan grinned.

Padme’s heart fluttered when she finally saw Obi-Wan’s beautiful smile. “Come on. Let’s head somewhere a little more comfortable . . .”

No-pressure tags: @saradika @obiknights @alabama-metal-man @cypanache @your-dose-of-obidala @justsaysomethingjayj @written-musings @celestial-alignment @darlingamidala

[hayden-christensen-verse-2-0]

Of all the realities

(y/n) warframe is delusion skin, it's all black with dark red highlights

this is a warframe x star wars crossover

warning: none really

(y/n) pov

I duck behind the rubble and I look at the others, padme has some light bruising on her arms, Anakin is crushing droids with the force and deflecting with his lightsaber and obi-wan is watching his back, and Rex is trying to contact the rest of our men and Ahsoka is badly injured. Fear and adrenaline start swelling up in my chest, eyes darting back and forth wide and alert. I know that I may have to use something I never wanted to use ever since I left my reality, and came to this one to have some semblance of a normal life. Just then Anakin is knocked down in front of me clutching his side, I rush to his side and pull his hand away to look at it. The wound is deep but not enough to be fatal to him but this only makes my fear rise but anger soon replaces that fear. If I lost Anakin my world would truly be a void and I lose a battle of the mind I fight with myself. 

“Anakin are you alright!?” I say placing his hand back on his side, I run my eyes over his body to make sure he didn't sustain any more injuries.

“Ngh! Not (y/n)…” he says in pain even so with sass as usual. I lightly chuckle before whipping my head towards the doids stand up slowly and begin to walk slowly towards where Anakin once was. I hear Anakin grunt and try to get up before calling out to me in a panic.

“(Y/n)!” 

I turn around and flash him a small smile that says everything will be alright, i stop a few feet away from Obi-wan close my eyes, and focus, i feel the once-forgotten power flow through my veins and I release it in a blinding light drawing everyone's attention, they soon cover their eyes. Their eyes are wide in shock at what stands in my place

No one pov

In (y/n) place stands a humanoid creature all black with dark red scratches and highlights. This creature looked as though it had seen very many battles and survived to tell the tail. Everyone looks at it in fear, awe, and curiosity, soon it lets out a cry, one full of pain, grief, and pure rage before taking off almost unseen by the naked eye, jumping before deploying glowing orange fire-like claws. It plunges its claws into the droids and enemy clones in its way, it isn't long til all the enemies are dealt with. The warframe is hunched over, heaving as if out of breath covered in blood. 

Soon, it stands straight up and gets stiff, blue particles come out of it taking a human. They soon realize is (y/n) that takes form. She stumbles before gaining balance and looking at the others who look at her with shock and slight fear.

(y/n) pov

“Please don't look at me like that,” I say looking away from them, I turn and walk towards where our ship is at

“I'll explain more when we are safe”

Time skip

Once they all arrive and are patched up and on course for Coruscant, Anakin opens his mouth to talk 

“What the hell was all that?” he says his stance is defensive 

“What you saw back there was something I wish I didn't have to use again,” I say sighing turning to look at them

“I what you call a tenno from another reality, a child that has survived the void, That was my warframe valkyr,” I say using my powers to make her appear beside me

“Warframes are vessels for Tenno to place their mind or bodies or both into it. Thus we control them and take them to battle. Warframes are powerful, very powerful they they can bend and shape reality and that is how I came here. I have saved my reality and wanted to have some peace but it seems that I won't ever find that” I chuckle shaking my head, shifting on my feet

“So you from another reality?” Obi-Wan asks and I nod at him

“Yes, I am. I was the chosen one in my reality and I saw it to the end, destroying the grineer, corpus, infested, and sentiants alike. Freed the galaxy of their tyrant overlords. I miss some of the people I knew like Lotus she was like my mom, who watched and raised us when we escaped the void, ordis my faithful Cephalon, who was turned into a Cephalon against his will when he was human still. Balles the spineless coward that killed Lotus, I was so happy when he died, the man in the wall a cosmic being beyond comprehension that gave me these powers just so he could example the void, a representation of the sin that flows through the galaxy. I have another warframe his name is Umbra, a man once a general who turned into a warframe against his will and was forced to kill his son. I have suffered millennia if not eons of my life fighting and suffering from battles past over those years.  I need some time alone but here is the data pad to look up any questions you may have” I say walking out of the piloting room to a secluded place on the ship.

Not long after the door slides open and Anakin walks in closes the door walks up next to me and stops

“Why didn't you tell me?” he says softly looking at me with eyes full of sadness, and betrayal.

“I was scared you see me differently if you learned of what and who I am. A monster, a creature that's not even human anymore. You mean the world to me Anakin and if you hated me, I couldn't stand to live anymore I'd lose my only reason to live in this world that has only ever brought me pain and ripped me off my loved ones.” I say softly looking down before looking up and into his eyes. A few tears fall from my eyes before they are wiped away by him with both hands. I close my eyes and nuzzle my face into his palms.

I hear him swallow before he says the 3 words I've longed to hear leave his lips.

“I love you so much and nothing is ever going to change that (y/n)” he says as I open my eyes. I bring my hands up to his robe collar and tug him into a love-filled kiss befor pulling away 

“I love you as well ani” I smile softly at him

“And I will for the rest of eternity”

[techorgana]

thanks for the tag @idontgetanysleep this is so much fun (english is not my first lenguage so i apologize for any mistakes i make)

1. ride or die ship (your otp): kanera, they're healthy AND tragic what else would u want

2. most annoying ship: reylo, rexsoka, obikin, anakin + ahsoka and clone + clone, i just can't

3. second favourite ship: chopper + crime they're so <3 (i'm kidding it's obitine cause i like the banter)

4. favourite platonic relationship: i'm obssessed with the found family trope so every family/sibling relationship, especially the ghost crew, the domino twins and the bad batch INCLUDING crosshair (also asajj and obi wan but in a funny way cause the amount of time they flirt is ridiculous)

5. underrated ship: bail x breha they love each other sm and raised their girl SO WELL

6. overrated ship: i can't say

7. one thing i would change in canon: padmé and satine not being mentioned in the newest shows, when they were so important and did so much for their people

8. something canon did right: the entirety of rebels, it's so well done it's perfect

9. a thing i'm proud of creating for the fandom PLEASE BRAG ABOUT YOURSELF I WANT TO SEE/READ YOUR ART: i can't draw to save my live and i'm bad at designing, i have many ideas to write but i lack inspiraton, but i'm always happy to read and reblog everything i see cause people here are talented

10. a character who is perfect to me (wouldn't change a thing): every clone, ahsoka, plo koon, satine and everyone in the ghost crew

11. the character i relate to the most and why: hera, four reasons: i like to advocate and fight for the things i belive in, i always end up adopting my friends, i'm also working on some issues with my father even tho i'm exactly like him and the most important one i would (i already have) fall completly in love with kanan (i wouldn't be so cool about it but that's why hera is perfect and i'm not)

12. character(-s) i hate the most and why: i viscerally hate palpatine, krell, governor pryce, the troopers that punched grogu and the zygerrians and hutts (they are slavers and i hate them)

13. something i've learned from the fandom: NEVER pay attention to the haters, it'll only make you miserable cause they already are

14. three tags i seek out on ao3: i don’t use ao3 like that, normally i find fics here or twitter and then click the link

15. a song i strongly associate with my op/favourite character: i don't have a favorite character but the one i'm currently obssessed with is Ezra and the song is Vienna by Billy Joel (mainly bc i like to imagine hera singing the song to him)

tags: @r-2-peepoo @purplezombietumbler @starwarsbean @kyber-kat @plan-of-dissent

it's ok if you don't participate :)

[ladystoneboobs]

got prequels on the brain lately, and i think i can explain padme in rots, even if it might not be exactly what lucas was thinking of. see, it's not just that she loves her husband and wants to believe there must be still be some good in him, it's also that she is now not just anakin's wife, but the mother of his child(ren) too. like, literally about to pop right as obi-wan/yoda have decided anakin needs to be killed. she doesn't feel she can stay on coruscant anymore as a senator under the emperor's reign, she was already doubting doing that job as a working mom. then she learns the jedi have all been deemed traitors and their order outlawed, while she's carrying offspring very likely to be highly force sensitive since the force itself is pretty much the paternal grandfather there. so, she herself is a potential political target as someone who opposed palpatine's war efforts from the beginning in a more public way than bail organa or mon mothma, and her child(ren) would also be targeted just for existing as potential jedi before ever really using the force against the empire. being a single mom to outlawed and untrained but very powerful l'il jedi while the both of you are being targeted and hunted down on the run/in exile without the skills really needed to protect any jedi child, that's just a no-go. her only anti-palps and anti-anakin alternatives would have to include never being a mother after giving birth, whether going into exile alone somewhere or wearing a mask and playing the long game like bail organa. (even if he still adopted leia as in otl, how much time could she really spend with her without drawing more suspicion from palps? how painful would it be to watch someone else raise your child while possibly never even knowing if your other child is ok?) in that sense, knowing how wanted that unplanned pregnancy was, is it any wonder that she chose to make a last attempt to save their family instead? to run away with her husband, who happened to be the only man strong and powerful enough to protect them all from the empire, the only man she could trust and wanted to trust, with the safety of their whole unsplit secret little family. so it is only after he refuses to run away with her, when he insists that he's only interested in using his new dark powers to protect her, and when he reveals that his only idea of defying palpatine is to replace him, making padme into a new dark empress, a dictator rather than the public servant she once thought she could be, only then that she starts feeling he may just be lost to her after all. but when you've gone so far together already, brushing off his first massacre, marrying him mere days later, and then truly tying yourself to him permanently through pregnancy, it's really too late to ever go back to your ol' "normal" life either.

[yellowocaballero]

Are there any fic ideas that you'd want to see but don't want to write?

Oh boy! Of course!

To be honest, the Green Lantern story is one of the big ones lmfao. It would be a massive undertaking for an audience of maybe five people. A niche audience normally doesn't stop me, but for such a long story, there's other uses of my time. There is also the fact that it just feels made for television. Same with my Legion of Superheroes Zoobomafoo thing - it just doesn't feel right in a text format. It's webcomic coded. I wish I could draw sometimes!

Then there's the story ideas for my AUs and other fandoms I've moved on from. There's still a few ideas for the No Chip AU in my back pocket (Cody redemption feat. Boba Fett following him around Tatooine yelling at him; Fox as the vigilante sidekick to his insane PA) and my normal Roleswap (Luke & Leia embark on a Great Father Mystery Hunt and bother Fox in the woods). There's also the continuation stories/sequels I've started but haven't finished and don't know if they will get finished (Roleswap Obi-Wan meets his birth family; my Buffy fic Angel and Cordelia through the years). There's other unfinished stories there (the Frenchie story which is literally only missing the final scene, the Heroes For Hire meeting story which is literally only missing the final scene) which I'm pretty sure I'll finish when I feel like it. I don't consider those WIPs so much as 'when I care again I'll go finish them'.

Then there's the stories that I just couldn't make into a decent story (the Naruto fix-it; the roleswap(ish?) story with adult bounty hunters Boba and Omega teaching runaway clones Luke and Leia the power of family and incredible violence). Not every idea is good outside of concept lol.

TL;DR: If I have a fic idea but haven't written it, it's because of one or more reasons: a) the idea itself is too big, b) the idea just doesn't seem right for fic, c) I've moved on from the fandom and don't want to work on it at this moment anymore, d) it just wouldn't make a good story.

If you notice, these are all active choices on my part. I only mention this because a lot of my friends can't relate, so I don't know how common it is even though I assumed it was common, and it's kind of hard to describe: there's no barrier between me having an idea and writing it. Does that make sense? If I have an idea and it'll make a good story and I want to write it I'll write it, at least until I realize that it wouldn't make a good story and I scrap it. If I think about something for too long I write it [this is why I am easily egged on][this is also why I write things I swore never to write very frequently].

Writing is like. It's easy. You just write stuff. You just think something and then you write it. It's uncomplicated.

If it's bad. Writing is easy if what you're writing is bad. It's easy to write 100k if the 100k is bad. There's a ton of shortcuts you can take, which are really useful for beginning writers and was really useful for me a few years ago. I can describe those if you'd like. It's much, much, much harder to write something good. It's hardest when you need something to be good. Writing a good 100k is really hard. I am constantly telling people not to jump into the novels kjlsdf.

Double TL;DR that has nothing to do with the topic: You can write whatever you want if you're okay with it being bad. Making bad art rocks and is a lot of fun and completely necessary towards my emotional well-being. I highly recommend it.