#khakaisa really just . i wanna hold her

[certified-anakinfucker]

oh prepare to be SICK OF ME. i can just throw the obikaisa relationship timeline wip here then

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Something something in 21 BBY Obi-Wan is chosen by Uncle Grandmaster Windu to be apart of the delegation on the newly-minted luxury cruiser Coronet. Obi-Wan did not sign up for this, but he should be fine because he’s not going to Adaa, right? Even if it’s nagging in his mind that Adaa is all but famous for their luxury cruisers. And everything’s gonna be fine, right? Until he first of all runs into the Adaan Senator (Cerel Alyth) in order to ask why she wasn’t invited to the Coronet, who just looks the Jedi up and down and “I know better than to get between.. [looks him up and down again]” and leaves???? Which puts him at getting to the cruiser with Anakin Skywalker and Usokya’Omura Vane at his heels as his own version of a bodyguard. Only then is informed of new rule under Mand’alor the Diligent.. despite having been keeping tabs on Mandalorian politics ever since she left. Y’know, the same Mand’alor the Diligent who makes a surprise request to not only personally clear Obi-Wan’s team but privately meet with him in the ballroom. Turns out the Mand’alor is Definitely Khakaisa! And wow it’s really been like, fifteen years since they last saw or heard a peep from each other. They get their conversation in the ballroom. It mostly consists of Khakaisa immediately threatening him, shoving at his chest and pushing him around the room - she hasn’t removed her helm at all and her emotions are steeled beyond his reach. She tells him she could strike him now, or at any moment. But Obi-Wan simply smiles at her and dips his head, he missed her too. He missed her so much. He gets down on one knee, leans on his hands, and says “ni ceta” - he kneels, he grovels at her feet. He is so, so fucking sorry and there is no possible overstatement. Khakaisa kneels before him, having taken off her helmet and slipped off her gloves. She takes his face in her hands and guides his eyes up to hers, watching as Obi-Wan tries to hold back the tears that rush down his cheeks regardless. When he asks why she left, she tells him it’s because he loves her. He loves her so much that he couldn’t have made the decision to return to his people had she stayed a moment longer. And she loves him so much, she was willing to endure fifteen years without him just so that one day they could reunite. Had Obi-Wan asked her to leave the Mandalorians to be with him, she would have refused. It wouldn’t have been fair to ask him to leave the Jedi for her if she wouldn’t have done the same. No matter how much Obi-Wan argued that he would have left the Jedi as soon as she said the word. Khakaisa also apologizes because .. well, Obi-Wan’s widened gaze shows that he knows what she’s about to say. The young Mandalorian that greeted them at the ballroom door, who didn’t wear his helmet.. yes. Dakaej is Obi-Wan’s son. And he knows his father was one of the greatest warriors that Khakaisa had ever had the privilege and honor of not only meeting, but fighting alongside in such pivotal times. At least between the madness that Tal Merrik brings to the Coronet, Dakaej will be able to meet his father and get to know him. He also gains an older brother and sibling, who share a ripe love for chaos.

I was tagged by @brother-genitivi for WIP Wednesday back on... July 14th.

I've been a little busy, so oops.

My WIPs are less... drawing-related and more word related. I've been working on some world building. Here's a snapshot:

Tuviri are bipedal vertebrate with an iridescent enamel dermis arranged in soft, fine scales that shed regularly. They range in color from a midnight or denim blue to teal to baby blue to purple to gold to copper to a salmon or coral pink, all with a luminous sheen. Color is largely dependent on ancestry and region with young inheriting their coloration, or a combination, from their parents.

Tuviri are covered in bristles about as noticeable as human arm hair, but far coarser. A burrowing species, these bristles help prevent dirt from sticking to them, getting under their dermis, and they also help with traction. These bristles additionally help Tuviri notice subtle changes in the earth and air, like soil acidity, wind speed, and temperature.

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