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[anakin-danvers]

AUBREY HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME CRY LIKE THIS ON A FRIDAY NIGHT??! AHHHH 😩💗 my heart is so full bc this is so soft and sweet and perfect! I love Din, he’s literally taking over my mind and my life rn, and this was delivered perfectly!! Thank you thank you thank you! Can’t wait to pop back into your ask box

Aubrey!! Congrats on 600, babe! I’m gonna def have to have you indulge me in some tho(ugh)ts later but I wanted to start off w something more wholesome. With the amazing new episode of The Mandalorian, it got me thinking: thoughts on how Din would react if reader was force sensitive? Especially if reader is afraid of what that might mean for their safety. Thanks, love! 💗

Chas!!! oh. oh boy. im soft. im also watching the new episode right now and din has my whole heart. i have a newer headcanon that din’s something of an empath so don’t mind me :/ also I couldn’t tell if “their safety” was referring to Din + Child or the reader and so I mostly went with the latter :)

din’s nature is anything but trusting, at least at first. when it comes down to it, you’re useful and competent—good company, too, even he has to admit. but old habits die hard, and with them old fears and prejudices.

he did find it odd, however, that when you first used the Force in front of him, you apologized. profusely. 

but the moment passed, and you moved on. neither of you brought it up again, but din never forgot.

and so when you had your first run-in with a bounty hunter after the Child, he didn’t think anything of it. just another day on the run. the Child doesn’t seem to think much of it, either. so he doesn’t understand why, thirty minutes after you supposedly put the child to bed, you haven’t returned to your usual spot next to him in the cockpit. 

he pauses. he clenches his fists. he bites his tongue. and then—he charts the course, and leaves. 

he’s halfway down the ladder into the hull when he hears it, and feels it too. the sniffling. the hitches in your breath. the way it suddenly feels like the walls are caving in. 

and once his feet are planted firmly on the ground, he sees you. curled up in the far corner with your knees against your chest. frozen.

“i’ll be there in a minute.” your voice is muffled. you still won’t look at him.

din stands there for a minute. that’s it, isn’t it? you’ve just given him permission to leave. to go back up to the cockpit and pretend to forget. but he... he can’t. 

he goes to you slowly, as lightly as he can manage with heavy boots against metal, and sinks down next to you. fuck. he miscalculated; he didn’t mean to sit this close to you, so close your shoulders are almost touching. but it’s... nice, like this. he can’t put his finger on it. he swears he can feel your warmth even through the beskar, and you’re not moving away from him. not even after a full minute passes away in silence.

“what... what are they...” you swallow and pull your knees in tighter. “what do they want him? that they keep hunting him? hunting us?”

 “i’m not sure. something to do with—with his abilities.”

he feels you tense next to him, and finds himself wishing he could give you a better answer.

“abilities... abilities like mine?”

“i—i suppose so, yes.” 

“do you think... with me here too...” you don’t finish. but he hears your breath stop, sees your grip on your knees tighten. and it’s like a coil inside him snaps.

“hey, hey—” din covers one of your hands with one of his and squeezes until your muscles relax. “they’re not gonna do a single to you. to either of you.”

you look up at him for the first time. you can’t see his eyes, of course, but he can see yours: they seem to pierce through the beskar, through his very skin and skull directly into his soul. and for all he knows, maybe they really do. 

“i promise.”

you bite your lip, looking away while fresh tears fall. he catches them with his thumb; refusing to absorb into the leather, they simply run down the side of his hand. 

“but... just in case—”

“no. no ‘in case.’” he tilts your face back up towards him. “no harm will come to you. not while i live. i—i give you my word.”

you stare at him so long, he goes near mad with the waiting. say something. anything. if only his helmet had another setting, one for the mind and the soul, to see straight through the silence. no, no that’s silly. but you won’t say a thing! what else is he supposed to do—

you press yourself against his side and rest your head against pauldron. 

he tenses, an old habit of his, even as he feels the tension leave your muscles. your breaths are steady. and you’re not digging your nails into your kneecaps anymore. but for your gentle breaths you’re still, and the light squeeze of his hand. 

fuck. fuck. fuck. this wasn’t supposed to happen. but you’re so peaceful and soft and warm beside him, and he can feel himself relaxing more with each passing second. into the unforgiving metal floor, and the dented wall behind him. into you, and into the steady rise and fall of your chest. this... this is okay, right? he... he doesn’t have to get up right away. he’s charted the course. it’s okay. he... he can stay here. a while. still, resting, with his helmet pressed against your forehead. 

aubreyreaches600! celebration

[anakin-danvers]

🍃🌺🌙If you receive this you make somebody happy. Go and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get it back even better 🌙🌺🍃

^^ an actual picture of me running to you every time you are in my inbox 🥺🥺🥺 I adore you Aubrey! 💞💞💞

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Hey, Chas! 💕 I haven't seen you on my dash in a while so I just wanted to pop in and tell you I love you 💕💕💕 And I hope you're having a great day, mi corazón!

Aubrey 😩😩😩 you always manage to put a smile on my face omg 🥺💗 I’m sorry I’ve been a bit absent, I’ve been busy w an online class I’m taking! But I’m trying to get back on tumblr bc I miss you and everyone else! I love you and hope you’re doing well as well, thank you so much for checking in 💞💞💞💞

[anakin-danvers]

Omg yes I love love LOVE this picrew! Thank you so much for the tag @obirain 💞 edit: I also saw @bo-kryze tagged me so thank you love! You both look so nice! Edit #2: I also saw @princessxkenobi tagged me! Thank you too, doll! 💞

I decided to do myself and then a Jedi/Star Wars/mystic/magical version of myself.

No pressure tags: @mcu-padawan @filthybookworm @anakylo-skywlker @goldenkenobi @princessxkenobi and anyone else who wants to participate!!!

real me vs fantasy me // I had way too much fun doing this so just tagging some of y’all & anybody else that sees this!💖 @michaego @seawhisperer @myolniir @eznova @pascalz @mostly-megan @max--phillips

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I adore you, Aubrey, I really do 😭💗 i don’t know what I did to deserve such an amazing friend as you, really 🥺🥺🥺 and I’d love your hugs 🥺❤️

Just want Poe Dameron to hug me and tell me everything is going to be okay 😔

[anakin-danvers]

BRO! AUBREY!! THIS...THIS IS AMAZING!! It’s already making my heart into a mush bUT I AM SO HERE FOR IT. I apologize it took me so long to get to it but oooo man I am SO READY for the next chapter!! The angst, the feeling, the EMOTIONS are portrayed so poetically, it’s absolutely stunning. Amazing job Aubrey, I really cannot wait for the next one!

the house on the hill (wti ch. i)

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x fem!Jedi!Reader Word Count: 1.8k Genre: angst and nothing else. angst o’clock my lads. Summary: After the fall of the Empire, you return to the little house on the hill for the first time in six years. It’s long empty. Warnings/Tags: detailed/intense depictions of grief, following major character death (y’all know who it is lmfao) A/N: This is less of a chapter and more of a prologue, I suppose, as Obi-Wan doesn’t make a real appearance here. It’s some heavy stuff but things will get happier as the story progresses :’) Also, a HUGE thank you to @corellians-only​ for beta reading! (seriously. everyone go follow her. stop reading this fic and go follow her) - aubrey 💕

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4 ABY

You hadn’t missed the scent of dust. The color, the texture. The way it gets in your mouth and sticks in your teeth, the way it clings to your cuticles and your hair and your scalp. The way it coats every surface no matter how often you dust, and grinds underfoot no matter how often you sweep.

When it wasn’t too hot, you’d open the windows. Either the dust blew in with the breeze or all was still. Still, desolate, paralyzed—nothing but rock and dunes of blistering sand. They’d lain there a thousand years and would for a thousand more, and they glared at you through the window into your little house on the hill.

No, you’d missed the scent of home. Fragrant tea like a dream of pressed flowers, spiced chai for nightly tete-a-tetes, the rare and cherished cup of caf. Savory stew on the stove and coarse bread in the oven. Nothing special. But it was hot and filling and a blissful distraction from the smell of your own sweat, of lingering bantha hair.

It was the scent of home that had sustained you. The scent of him, of the little family and the little life you’d made for yourselves. But he’s been gone for years and the home empty. And now only a house—frozen in time—and the scent of dust remain.

There’s a mug on the dining table, little more than a nightstand. Hardly enough for one person, let alone two and then three. But you made it work, pulling in your elbows and knees, pressed up against each other. With the heat radiating off your limbs and the steam off your womp rat stew, and the hot air blowing through the windows on the most sweltering of nights, it could be downright infernal.

But then, in your mind’s eye: old Ben Kenobi drinking his tea and alone at the table, with plenty of room to spread his legs. Just a few degrees cooler. 

Nausea sweeps over you like a tsunami of cold oceans past. Your head swims; your knees quake; your eyes are watery and desperate for sleep. But you can’t—not yet, not at the table. So you sink onto the stool, gripping the mug with shaking hands. At its bottom long-dried tea leaves peek through the layers of dirt. They’ve lost their scent, of course; they’ve sat here for years. This was a newer habit of his… Always so neat, so orderly. Yet he’d leave out his empty cups for hours after…

“There’s still a bit left,” he’d swear. “If they can dry out a little.”

“It’s just a few drops. Why not just make a new cup?”

“No sense in wasting the last of a good thing.”

He’d shrug and you’d shrug back. It was his tea, after all. As long as he cleaned up eventually (and he would), you couldn’t really argue. 

But now you circle the lip with your thumb and you think… Maybe you should have argued more. 

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[anakin-danvers]

We the Indelible (owk x reader): SERIES CONCEPT

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x fem!Jedi!Reader Chapters: eight Genres: will differ by chapter, but largely philosophical. this is an anthology series. Warnings (by chapter): detailed depictions of grief and the grieving process (chapter 1, chapter 5). allusions to major and minor character death (ie. Obi-Wan’s death in 0 BBY) (chapter 1, chapter 5). some spice/descriptions of intimacy but no outright smut (chapter 4, chapter 7). pregnancy (chapter 6). language.

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You’ve known Obi-Wan Kenobi since childhood. He’s your… friend? Colleague? Brother? No, he can’t be. He’s a more-than-friend, a more-than-partner; a brother would never look at you that way. You can’t even call him a soulmate, really, a separable yet compatible entity. If anything, he’s your soulmatch: sinews and fibers cut from the same cloth, two individuals in two separate bodies doomed to insoluble unity. 

But yours is a complicated life to lead. A loyalty to the Jedi, and a loyalty to yourself. Adherence to a Code that takes a lifetime to master. But what’s loyalty in the face of the existential horror of living? The death of the individual, the death of the beholder. Time’s vice grip on the living, time’s nonexistence, and the oblivion behind the curtain. Nothing lives forever: neither love nor grief nor simple stillness. Neither will you nor Obi-Wan nor the soul you share.

Or could it?

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Based on Mary Elizabeth Frye’s now famous 1932 poem, “Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep”:

Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow; I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain; I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight; I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there; I did not die.

chapter 1 coming Dec. 4, 2020!

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The talent in this bus is ASTRONOMICAL

No but seriously, Aubrey, you’re on of my favorite writers and one of my favorite people on here! ❤️❤️❤️ love you lots, and I’m always always looking forward to your new work! 💖💖

creator tag game!

(Thank you so much for tagging me @anakin-danvers and @mcu-padawan! I love you guys 🥺)

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works! 

I have to say, I’m not quite sure what to do! I didn’t create this blog until early July (ish?) so I don’t have that many works to choose from lol. I think I’ll just… describe the stuff I did outside of tumblr as best as I can? Oop

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