#obi-wan os

[dracowars]

hello! i have had this scenario in my head for obi wan forever! little bit of background: reader and obi have been together for a while and the reader struggles a bit with her dark side. so the whole thing starts with obi and reader sleeping in bed when he has this kinda spicy dream about reader. she’s dressed up in a HAWT sith get up and is trying to get obi wan to join the dark side for her asking him if he loves her and please for me? in the dream he caves and nods not being able to say anything. when he wakes up he’s sweating and freaking out and is realizing he really would do it for her and it scares him but he’s more scared of losing her. sorry if that’s so long but i’ve spent so much time thinking about this🙃

her shadowed heart | obi-wan kenobi

pairing: obi-wan x sith!reader

word count: 1,3k

summary: where obi-wan gets seduced by the dark side

a/n: i love the dark side and i hope you enjoy this <3 feedback in any form is always appreciated!

warnings: angst, a bit creepy, mentions of blood

universe: star wars

Obi-Wan hears a quiet voice. He listens in more closely and finally realizes that the soft voice is saying his name. So soft, so tender, almost fragile. He listens to the whisper and opens his eyes, only to find that everything around him is black, complete and utter darkness surrounds him.

Turning in all directions, he tries to follow the warmth of the voice, but he can't see anything. His senses betray him. In fact, he does not feel anything.

"Obi-Wan", the voice says again, his name echoing around the darkness. "Come here, Obi-Wan."

As he turns in the direction of the voice again, he finally spots something in the distance, a faint light flickering. Carefully, he puts one foot in front of the other and the closer he gets to the light, the more he can make out the outline of something - of someone. The closer he gets, the darker the light becomes.

"Don't be afraid, Obi-Wan," he hears the gentle voice whispering inside his head, his focus on whatever lies in front of him now. I'm not afraid, he thinks.

He is now so close that he can see some kind of throne in front of him, a huge throne made of black stone, standing there like a fortress, completely indestructible. Taking one more step forward, he halts as he hears a silent splash. Looking down, he finds the throne being surrounded by a puddle of water.

"There you are at last, Obi-Wan. I've been waiting for you this whole time."

When he raises his eyes to look at the person sitting on the throne, his breath gets caught in his throat, his heart skipping a beat. With one leg thrown over the armrest, you look at him from elevated position, a gentle smile on your lips. Obi-Wan has to blink several times, reminding himself to breathe as his eyes focus on you. You look the same as always, somehow. But there is also something different about you. Your body is wrapped in a long black dress, with large slits on the sides that reveal the radiant skin of your thighs. The neckline of the dress is quite revealing, giving way to your cleavage, your collarbone. At your waist, the dress is held together by a corset with buckles and laces. The high heel boots peeking out from under your dress reflect the light. On your head sits a crown, jet black, with a shining ruby ​​in the middle.

"Y/N?", Obi-Wan hears himself ask in the distance, swallowing the lump in his throat. "What is going on? Where are we?"

"It doesn't matter now that you are finally here", you smile at him, your eyes sparkling. Obi-Wan watches as you get up, walking down the few steps from the throne until you stand in front of him. He looks into your eyes, mesmerized, but for some reason he does not find the warmth in them that he usually does. A cold shiver runs down his spine when your long, pointed nails stroke up his arm.

"You love me, don't you, Obi-Wan?", you suddenly ask in a whisper, leaning into his ear as you start circling him, your palm sliding over his back.

"Of course I do, you know I do", he answers, standing rigidly in one place. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't move. It is as if you had trapped him, and yet he doesn't feel helpless, he's not afraid. After all, you are with him.

"I know, but I don't know how much", you giggle behind his back and step out on the other side, your hand now reaching for his face. Once there, you place your ice-cold hand on his cheek and where your skin meets, Obi-Wan suddenly feels a burning warmth. "Tell me how much you love me, Obi-Wan."

"My love for you is so much bigger than the entire galaxy", he tells you vehemently, leaning into your pleasant touch as he looks at you. "Words can't describe how much I love you. I would do anything for you."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

Your face is right in front of him and upon his answer, your beautiful eyes are suddenly glowing in an eerie red. One corner of your mouth lifts, as if he gave you exactly the answer you have been hoping and waiting for.

"Oh Obi-Wan," you say softly, sliding your hand down his neck. Obi-Wan places his hand on top of yours, your eyes locking. "Will you join me?"

"Join you?", he asks, frowning but with a smile on his lips. You shake your head, smiling to yourself, and run your other hand through his soft hair, loosening a strand that then hangs in front of his face.

"On the dark side", you whisper and Obi-Wan's heart suddenly starts racing. Frightened, he looks in your eyes, searching for any sign that you aren't serious, but all he finds is darkness.

"Please. You said you would do anything for me", you remind him, intertwining your hands. "Please do it for me, Obi-Wan."

His head is screaming at him, that this goes against everything he stands for, what he fights for, and he can't keep a straight thought. But his heart, his goddamn heart, is louder, drawing him to you and he knows he can't say no to you. So he caves.

Bringing your hand to his mouth, he places a kiss on the back of your hand, as befits a queen.

"I will join you."

Laughter rings out around you, disgusting, spiteful laughter that painfully rings in his ears. Staggering back, he finds it difficult to breathe and you let go of his hand, your eyes red and the veins beneath them bloodshot. The veins on your neck stand out, your face turns pale and your skin turns black from your neck down. A tear escapes your eye, but it is made of blood. Before Obi-Wan knows what is happening, your hand gently rests on his chest.

For a moment he feels hope. He feels safe. But then you push him back forcefully, so that he falls backwards, into the water. Only it is not water, but blood.

The last thing he sees is his outstretched hand, trying to reach for you. In vain.

Gasping for air loudly, Obi-Wan sits up, breathing heavily as he finally feels air filling his lungs again. He is sweating, his hair disheveled and he can't think clearly. All he sees is you. Helplessly, he presses his hands into his eyes, trying to banish the images from his head while he slightly rocks back and forth.

A quiet sob escapes him as he hears your quiet breathing next to him. Freeing himself from the blanket that is trapping him, he bends over to your sleeping figure, slumbering away peacefully. Obi-Wan reaches out his hand, wanting to touch you immediately to reassure himself that you are there, that you are you. But just before his fingertips can reach your skin, he stops. He doesn't dare touch you.

What if he had a vision? A vision of what the future could look like. And he didn't even bat an eyelid when you asked him to join him on the dark side.

He wasn't lying when he said he would do anything for you, and that newly found certainty scares him to death. He knows how much you have been struggeling with the dark side. And in his dream, he allowed it to corrupt you. Corrupt him.

Finally he forces himself to shut off his mind and touches you gently, not too much since he does not want to wake you up. But your warm skin is a welcome contrast to the cold he feels, and he strokes your arm gently. He takes a closer look at you and can't find anything unusual. He just finds what he always finds: warmth.

And although this visibly calms him down, he can't shake the fear that he might lose you one day. That you will step out of the light and into the darkness.

In that moment, Obi-Wan makes a promise to himself.

If you enter the darkness, he will follow.

[cinnamon-galaxies]

Jealousy and Principles (Obi-Wan x reader)

Pairings: Obi-Wan x GenderNeutral!Reader Warnings/Tags: Jealousy, light swearing, dispute Summary: The reader is a former Jedi who's left the order many years ago! You and Obi-Wan are on a mission to obtain information from a high-ranking Separatist. In a cantina, which according to rumors is supposed to be his retreat, you decide to use advantage of your flirty skills which awakes jealousy in Obi-Wan. Words: 1.4k A/n: This is my first Obi-Wan x reader one shot. English isn't my first language so I'm sorry for any possible grammar or spelling mistakes! But I hope you enjoy it and let me know if you're interested in a part two!

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Thick, hot air hit you as you and Obi-Wan entered the cantina. The noise of loud voices talking over one another, laughing, and loudly clinking drinks was a stark contrast to the quiet outside on the near-empty streets of the small town on the Outer Rim planet you visited. You and Obi-Wan had a mission to complete, as there were rumors that this cantina was the home retreat of a high-ranking Separatist who was hiding information useful to the Republic.

“I think we should order a drink,” you said as you and Obi-Wan sat down at a table in one of the corners of the room.

Obi-Wan's eyebrows furrowed critically. But before he could say anything, you continued. "To blend in with the other guests."

Obi-Wan nodded in understanding. He didn't seem too keen on the idea because he knew you were someone who was likely to take a look too deeply into the glass. But after all, you were undercover. Disguised in civilian clothing, you might look like ordinary citizens but anyone who sat in a cantina without drinking anything gave a questionable impression—at least to the staff.

You looked around and raised your hand as you made eye contact with one of the waiter droids. His cylindrical form rolled towards your table and made a loud beeping noise.

“Two of those blue drinks, please,” you ordered and the droid beeped again and then rolled away.

"That guy over there with the gray jacket and the beard. That must be him," Obi-Wan stated, pointing with his chin at a small group of humans and aliens chatting and enjoying their drinks.

You followed his nod and located the group he was talking about. Your eyes scanned every single face, not only to identify the target, but also to check out his companions. They seemed inconspicuous. Like normal civilians. It was the same disguise you and Obi-Wan wore. But since you and Obi-Wan had both saved an image of the Separatist on your data pads, you knew exactly that this man, sitting in a group like a normal person, was unmistakably the target you were looking for.

"He looks much more attractive in real life than in the photo," you said jokingly, your eyes not leaving your target's frame. Tob be honest, he was surprisingly handsome. What a shame he was one of the bad guys, you thought.

By staring at the strange man, you didn't notice Obi-Wan grimacing. "I don't think that-" he started, but was interrupted by the arrival of the beeping waiter droid that brought your drinks.

“Thank you,” you smiled at the little droid as you took your drinks from his tray. They were way bigger than expected. Not as usual as in a small glass, but more like a whole cocktail. With a shallow smile on your lips, you toasted Obi-Wan and took the first sip. Your throat immediately burned as the strong liquid ran down your esophagus and you immediately felt even warmer than you already were in the hot canteen. Then your gaze slid back to the separatist and his handsome face. And that's exactly what gave you an idea. "I know how we can get information out if him," you stated.

Obi-Wan took his glass to his mouth as he listened.

“I’m going to seduce him,” you explained.

Obi-Wan paused his sip, on the verge of choking. “Excuse me?” he asked incredulously, feeling his heart beat going faster.

"You heard me right. If there's one thing that can influence a man, it's a charismatic, stupidly-faithful Y/G."

Obi-Wan, far from enthusiastic about the idea, didn't respond. The tension in him was obvious, but you didn't notice. You were far too convinced that your plan would be successful.

"Y/N-," Obi-Wan began, but by then you were already standing up, pushing the empty chair to the table and walking over to the Separatist.

Obi-Wan sighed. Clutching his drink tightly, he took a sip and watched you on the way to that man. He couldn't quite explain what he was feeling as he observed from a distance as you sat down next to the target and engaged in a flirtatious conversation. He struggled to reconcile the mission's necessity with the unsettling feeling that gnawed at his core. All of this felt so wrong to him. In many ways. Of course he was aware of the fact that you weren't a Jedi and haven't been for many years. So the rules of the order didn't apply to you. But the uncharted territory of your alliance collided with the principles deeply ingrained in his Jedi upbringing and his jaw tightened.

The melody of your hauntingly enchanting voice reached Obi-Wan's ears. He wasn't able to understand a single word you said from his distance so his mind made up it's own conversation between you and the separatist that was both exaggerated and also not very unlikely to happen. After all, Obi-Wan knew who you were and what you were capable of.

His chest hurt in a way it never hurt before as a feeling of jealousy covered his senses. Shocked by his own thought he took nother sip from his drink, his hand trembling as he reached for the glass. He wasn't jealous. He couldn't be. His inner conflict definitely had to have something to do with his Jedi principles and your inappropriate behavior.

Obi-Wan watched you lean far towards the target. A seductive smile on your face underlined the shimmer of excitement in your eyes. You seemed to be truly interested in the separatist's narration, in a way that exceeded the whole idea of the mission and your attempt to seduce information out of him. And the Jedi fcking hated it.

It felt like the whole night has passed when you finally stood up from your seat next to the separatist and strolled back to Obi-Wan.

"I was successful," you said with a slight smile on your face, your cheeks still red from the flirty conversation.

Obi-Wan, who still suffered from the echo of that awful wrenching feeling in his guts, didn't give any attention to what you just said. Instead he took a deep breath and shot his blue eyes to yours. "Was that really necessary?" he asked with a bitter tone underlining his voice.

"What do you mean?" you replied confused not understanding what was wrong with your success.

Obi-Wan stared at you with a cold expression and a feeling of discomfort and concern awoke deep inside your chest. "The flirting."

You blinked twice as you stated at him with confusion and before you were able to open your mouth Obi-Wan continued his examination. "This was not the Jedi way. You just broke the code in one of the most inappropriate ways possible and went against the most important of my Jedi principles."

The moment his words entered your brain the feeling of concern turned into anger. "Are you kidding me?" you replied harshly. "I just degraded myself by flirting with one of our biggest enemies and you're sitting here being displeased by my practices instead of being satisfied with the outcome? I'm not a Jedi, Obi-Wan!"

"But you've been a Jedi before," Obi-Wan stated.

You took s sharp breath, furious because of his absolutely dim-witted stubbornness. "And?What's the point of your arguments? I've left the order years ago and you, out of everyone, should know best that I don't give a damn shit about neither the code nor the Jedi principles!"

"And that's exactly the problem!" Obi-Wan replied, his voice becoming louder. You saw a flash of anger in his eyes and felt even more offended by his audacity to criticize you for breaking a code you don't follow while he, in the exact same minute, did the same by letting himself be guided by his emotions.

You took a deep breath before calming your voice to a level that reflected both your weariness towards this conversation and your feeling of disappointment because of the ungratefulness the Jedi confronted you with. "You knew exactly what I am when we started our alliance."

With those words you left the cantina ans entered the darkness of a starless night. You felt like even talking to a wall would have a more productive outcome than this conversation. Obi-Wan was supposed to be a good friend of yours but right now your efforts don't seem to be appreciated. And it also doesn't seem like he truly accepts you for who you are.

[tennessoui]

currently writing a coda to foolproof foolhardy for my August ko-fi fic cause it’s been a year since I finished it and I wanna celebrate somehow 🎉

featuring an obi-wan who is actually the one disgruntled because he and master Skywalker are together and in love but they’re not really living together even though it’s been like a month since the ship and hey, he’s totally over it for real but he’s just saying if master Skywalker HAD taken him as his padawan, they’d have been living together for years already;

and a master Skywalker who thinks everything is going perfectly and it’s all totally fine cause it’s not like he ever really lived with his wife or anything so this is normal and how relationships work especially when you’re dating a 22 year old who is mostly level-headed but also prone to fits of scathing temper;

and a quinlan vos who is trying to be supportive of his best friend’s trainwreck of a relationship while also placing unenthusiastic bets on when they’re going to leave the Order or accidentally destroy the Republic;

and a padawan Ahsoka Tano who hopes that her Knighting ceremony and celebration can just be about her instead of about her weirdo master and weirdo best friend’s weirdo illicit relationship, but she’s not betting on it

[teaforkenobi]

i've got nothing to lose (except everything you are) by teaforkenobi

Anakin knows it’s unwise to keep quiet, knows that Obi-Wan is the very first one he should tell if he suspects something odd is happening to him. But what is he going to say? “Oh, by the way, Master, I noticed when staring into your eyes and forgetting how to breathe that maybe I might be going blind or something. Weird, right?”

In a universe where unrequited love leads to a disease that drains your Force sensitivity, Anakin develops what he believes to be one-sided feelings for Obi-Wan.

(Or, two idiots suffer in silence, until they don’t.)

→ chapter one

[geekpopnews]

Star Wars Day: Quais seriam os animes favoritos dos personagens?

Hoje é Star Wars Day e em comemoração a esta data especial, imaginamos quais seriam os animes favoritos de alguns personagens. #StarWarsDay #StarWars #anime

Hoje é 04 de maio e você sabe o que isso significa, hoje é Star Wars Day, ou Dia de Star Wars. Nós do portal, com o intuito de comemorar a data, pensamos em quais seriam os animes favoritos de cada personagem principal da franquia Star Wars. Então, fique ligado e confira aqui quais são os animes. O Dia de Star Wars, celebrado em 4 de maio, é um evento anual que reúne fãs de todas as galáxias…

[spacelesbiandisaster]

Luminara to Obi-Wan soon as she leaves geonossis:

#This is why no one whats to be rescued by Anakin or Obi-Wan

[masterjedilenawrites]

Discuss!

[cosmic-ships]

F/Ovember takeover!

Original Pinned -> here

It's here once again the f/ovember takeover~ For the entire month my f/o will be taking over my blog (I will still be around to rb somethings of my own!)

Ask any of my f/o things or have your f/o interact with my f/o if you'd like too! Everything is fair game so long as you're respectful! ^_^

Near the end of the month, I may swap out a few f/o in favor of other f/os! The Emoji associated with the f/o will be in the tags to indicate who is speaking along with "f/o name speaks;" Myself speaking will be in purple

If you're not into f/ovember please blacklist "f/ovember takeover" <- without the quotes. Please follow my BYF though thank you! :D

Any hate anon are instantly blocked//deleted of course.

The lovelies taking over my blog are as follows:

Anakin Skywalker -> Romantic f/o (Fiancé) -> Emoji 💢

Obi-Wan Kenobi -> Crush (Bestie//crush) -> Emoji ✨

Kylo Ren / Ben Solo -> romantic (Husband) -> emoji 💜

Padmé Amidala -> Romantic (AU Polyship with Anakin) -> Emoji 👑

Lorenzo De Lamberti -> Romantic (Boyfriend.) -> Emoji 🗡️

D Rice or "Dee" -> Crush ( New teleporting boyo :o ) -> Emoji 💫

Adam Sackler -> Romantic (Fiancé) -> Emoji 🛠️

Matt The Radar Technician -> Romantic (Boyfriend) -> Emoji ☀️

Feel free to ask them anything you'd like (within reason of course don't be rude! because some may be rude back /j)

If this breaches containment, this is a self-ship blog please don't mind me lol actually better yet... just don't even look at me /j

[221bshrlocked]

I know I left out the Original Trilogy which is an abomination of a choice but I genuinely did not think anyone reads fanfic for Obi-Wan in those Episodes. My sincerest apologies to anyone who would have picked that.

Reblog for a larger sample size please.

[rinn-e]

Me? Posting a new Obikin OS? More likely than you think ;)

Cursed on a backwater planet, Anakin turns into stone. Only true love’s kiss can save him. With Obi-Wan at his side, he must find a way to get to Padmé in time. But is it really she who can save him?

I wrote this fic as part of the SW Prequel Big Bang @swprequels-big-bang and got paired up with the wonderful @kittonafoxgirl who provided her voice and went to great lengths to make an amazing podfic out of it, so please listen to it <3

[dracowars]

Hi love! Could I request an obi Wan X reader where it’s late at night and he finds her reading in a library and he joins her?

peaceful | obi-wan kenobi

pairing: obi-wan x jedi!reader

word count: 0,6k

summary: where obi-wan joins y/n in the library

a/n: enjoy <3

warnings: mentions of war

universe: star wars

With your face bathed in a soft bluish glow, you scroll through the pages of the holobook that sits on your lap, only reading the titles of each chapter to see if there is anything relevant to you. Sitting with your legs crossed, you lean against the back of the armchair, which is located right by a large round window and has recently become your new favorite spot. It is only here that you can finally rest, letting your mind wander, and enjoy the rain gently pattering against the window, hiding the dark and busy city beyond.

Coruscant never sleeps and, apparently, neither do you. Especially not these last few days, considering you only have one day left until you embark on one of your longest and probably most dangerous missions so far. For this reason, you try to acquire as much knowledge about the planet and its habitat and inhabitants as you can in the short time since the Jedi Council gave you the instructions.

It is always hard to keep your cool in times of war, but it is moments like these when you can just sit here in the Jedi archives, alone, thinking about everything and nothing. For some inexplicable reason, it gives you a sense of security. The mission will probably cost you the last of your strength, but the end of the Clone Wars is in sight, and if this single mission can bring you a little closer to the end, then you will do just that. Giving your all and fighting for your values, for what is right.

Your eyes get caught on a chapter you find useful, and it is only when you change your sitting position that you suddenly feel a change in your surroundings. You do not even have to look up to know he is here.

"Still out and about at this hour?", you tease him, carefully putting the book aside before looking at him because let's face the truth, you can't take your eyes off of him for more than a few seconds. As soon as you do look at him, however, your heart aches in your chest.

The man in front of you has seen a lot of terrible things in this war and it only makes you want to end it even quicker. His hair is disheveled, probably from tossing and turning back and forth for hours to get his well-deserved sleep, which was obviously not granted to him in the end. Obi-Wan only returned to Coruscant today after being sent out to Kamino for several days, and has to leave again tomorrow, with you. Which is why you made it your task to spare him as many difficulties as possible, dealing with the necessary information intensely.

"I knew I would find you here", is his answer as he sits down on the armchair next to you, a small smile on his lips as he can't help himself but to softly run his hand over your head. "And before you tell me to leave and get some sleep: I can't."

"I know", you respond sadly, only knowing too well how it feels to run on low fuel and still not being able to fall asleep, letting the misery of this galaxy behind. Grabbing his hand, you push your palm against his before closing your fingers around it, squeezing lightly.

Reaching over you with his other hand, Obi-Wan grabs another holobook that you have carefully searched out a few hours ago, leaning back in his seat. But not before placing a soft kiss on your hair, whispering 'I'm proud of you' along the way.

Your heart painfully beats for this man. You know that all of this, everything you have build up, can be over tomorrow, and yet he does not disturb the peace you have built around here. He fades in perfectly and, with your hands intertwined, reads on, the soft glow illuminating his beautiful face.

You can't wait for all of this to be over. Because once it is, you will finally make him yours. And he will finally make you his.

[cinnamon-galaxies]

A Padawan's Confession

Pairings: Obi-Wan x padawan!reader Warnings/Tags: drama, hurt/comfort, age difference, no (further) romantic interaction Summary: G/N reader! You and your master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, rest by a campfire overnight during a mission. As your thoughts get heavier each second he senses your trouble and you take the opportunity to announce your decision to leave the order. Because feelings far beyond the boundaries of the Jedi slowly turn you insane as your heart craves for the man who's both the furthest and closest to you.... Words: 1.7k A/n: This short story is inspired by a one shot I've written many years ago. I hope you like it! Also English isn't my first language so there might be spelling and grammar mistakes in this story!

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The quiet camp fire marked tonight's resting place from your stressful mission. You and your master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, sat on broken trunks, your cloaks pulled around you tightly to keep the warmth of the fire around your bodies. But as quiet as the night seemed to be, your mind was the exact opposite. Hundreds of thoughts raced around and kept your pulse high and your tension at a maximum. It was at the time you eventually should be honest with your master and talk to him about your decision to leave the order. Your thoughts have been resolving around this topic for months now and with each day passing you felt more certain to pervade your decision, as the pressure and pain got worse and became almost unbearable.

While you tried to think about the best way to tell him, your master sensed your inner tension. "You seem troubled, Y/N," he observed. "Is there something you'd like to talk about?"

You hesitated for a brief moment before you nodded. "Yes. Kinda..."

"What's wrong?" Obi-Wan asked, his neutral facial expression slowly turning into concern. He didn't want you to feel bad. He in fact despised it when you were sad or troubled and that is why he always wanted to be there for you, support you and help you through bad times. Of course it was also his responsibility to care for you but through all the year's you've been his Padawan you grew to be so much more for him, something similar to the daughter he never had. And that is a fact he never actually said out loud but it was a silent truth between the both of you.

You let out a deep sigh but it didn't release any of the heavy pressure pushing down on you. To leave the order was a life-changing decision that couldn't be undone. It could be a big mistake—or the best decision you'll ever make. But after all it hurt a lot to even think about saying goodbye.

"I-" you started but a heavy lump in your throat interrupted you. "I can no longer do this." You automatically lowered your voice and turned your face towards the darkness behind the trees to avoid his glance. You felt tears form in your eyes, so you closed your lids and held your breath. There was almost nothing else as awkward as crying in front of your master, a Jedi in accordance with the code. 'There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force,' you quoted in your mind realizing you've broken at least half of the five key principles. What a shame it would be if you'd shown your master how much you were guided by your emotions. "I'm sorry master," you said.

Obi-Wan frowned in both confusion and concern. "You're sorry? For what? What is it you can no longer do?" he asked with a calm voice. He was trying hard to hide how much he worried about you right now.

"All of this," you replied. "I made the decision to leave the Jedi order." Out of a sudden, relief flooded your veins as the heavy weight of those words left your soul with every syllable spoken.

Obi-Wan paused. He didn't even realize he forgot to beathe while the shock of your announcement washed over him. "Y/N," he finally managed to press through his lips. "Leaving the Jedi order is a significant decision."

"I know," you replied.

"May I ask why you've come to this conclusion?"

You hesitated. It made you uncomfortable to talk about the reasons. Then again, informing him was the least you could do. You still didn't manage to make eye contact. "I've broken the Jedi principles. Or, to put it better, it gets harder for me to follow them everyday. I can't no longer distract myself from my emotions and act as if I don't feel any affection. My mind starts to think in ways the doctrines of the Jedi dismiss and I'm afraid I'll and up in demise." The tears lingering in your eyes got more but you still managed to hold them back. It was obvious that your master could feel the bunch of emotions cracking through all of these walls you've built up since the beginning of your training. But there was one you could still hide. One particular emotion you hid so well from the outside and the force sensing abilities of the Jedi that you were sure, no matter how many your master could sense, that one particular emotion wasn't one of them.

"Affection, you say?" Your master responded and you nodded. "May I ask what kind of affection troubles you?"

You wish you could say that it was only a deep friendship that guided you to paths different from the force. But it was more. Something way deeper. "It's love," you said.

"Love," Obi-Wan repeated. As he turned his gaze towards the camp fire, you dared to look at him. He was obviously lost in thought. Maybe he was searching for the best response or he was thinking about you, wondering who the person might be that made you struggle this hard you considered to leave the order. "The Force guides us all on unique journeys," he then said. "And there are many that aren't consistent with the Jedi ways. You're correct, affection—especially love—is a bond that leads you on a path in-between dark and light. What could be a strength might at the same time become a weakness. Where love blooms, passion lingers. And where passion lingers, darkness awaits."

You listened to his words. It was the same doctrine you had internalized for years but the way your master chose his words made it sound different this time. You suspected that he hasn't finished his monologue yet so you stood quite, examining his side profile while his attention seemed to be caught be the dancing flames. He in fact hasn't finished yet. "As you should know I won't judge you. It's not your decision if you fall for someone. It's your decision how you deal with it. And if your feelings affect you in a way they could harm you and the Jedi order this might no longer be your journey. So don't be ashamed."

You took a deep breath and turned your gaze to the fire as well. "Thank you," you said and a tear finally released itself from your strong hold and rolled down your cheek.

"For what?"

"For your understanding."

Your master chuckled. "Let me tell you a secret. When I was your age I've been in love as well. Twice. So I know your struggle. But it was my decision to lock those feelings up and stay in the order."

You blinked in shock. Your master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, has once been in love? Well, that was something you would've never expected. But at least he's managed to keep his mind straight. And with that thought you replied: "I don't think I'll ever be able to do the same. It's so hard and the person I'm into is almost always around me." You hesitated, afraid you've said too much. But in the end, it wouldn't matter what you've said the day you announced your decision.

Obi-Wan turned his head to look at you. His blue eyes shimmered in the light of the dancing fire that made his gaze seem even warmer than it already was. "Is it your friend Anakin?" he asked in curiosity and you took a deep breath before you shook your head.

"No. It's not Anakin." And with the words spoken out loud you've finally let the last of all the walls you've built to hide your emotions break into pieces. A warm wave of the force rushed over both of you and the campfire, making it dance uncontrollably fast for a brief moment. You noticed Obi-Wan shift but couldn't certainly say what exactly changed as you allowed him to find out about your feelings for him. Your cheeks immediately turned red and you felt shame rush over you. The emotion behind that wall was the exact reason you wanted to leave. Love for your master, the one who would—and should—never return your feelings. The one who was supposed to care for you, to train you, and who played great value on the Jedi principles. He wasn't even just your master, he was a Jedi master and a member of the high council as well.

Obi-Wan didn't turn his gaze away, his blue eyes now filled with a harsh realization.

Another tear ran down your cheek but you tried your hardest to not look away and keep the eye contact. In the perfect world of your fantasy Obi-Wan would've leaned towards you and captured your lips in a passionate kiss. But this wasn't your fantasy, it was reality. And in reality all he did was sit right in front of you, obviously shocked and speechless—but at the same time comprehending many details of your (probably strange) behaviour in the past. Your stares, the way you laughed particularly often in his presence, you distancing yourself from him after you made a mistake... The ways you've tried to impress him when fighting in battles....

"I'm sorry, Y/N", Obi-Wan finally said with a low voice. He was obviously still speechless.

"I know," you replied with a cracking voice. You still watched his face, his expression, the small wrinkles on his skin that were a subtile proof for the big age difference between you and him. You studied his blue eyes that still kept all of the warmth he's met you with during this conversation. His beard, the neatly cut hair... You tried m to memorize his face as best as you could because soon you'd never see it again....

You shook your head. "No. Please don't say that as if it was your fault. It's mine. And I'm gonna leave as soon as our mission's over."

"It is your decision how you want to spend your life. But I can't offer you what you want."

"I know," you replied with a cracking voice. You still watched his face, his expression, the small wrinkles on his skin that were a subtile proof for the big age difference between you and him. You studied his blue eyes that still kept all of the warmth he's met you with during this conversation. His beard, the neatly cut hair... Everything inside of you screamed for his affection, his love, his heart. You wanted him to touch you, pull you to his chest and kiss you gently. Obi-Wan was everything you've ever wanted and the one thing you'll never get. So you tried to memorize his face as best as you could because soon you'll never see it again....

[iimrloverman]

olá 👋👋 @byvignette

castle crumbling - Anakin Skywalker

olá eu sei que tô enrolando faz meses mas 1 todo dia eu esqueço de falar pq a gente faz muita coisa da escola ou besteira ou para de falar ent eu esqueço mas tava no meu bloco de notas a um tempo já

provas

enfim vamos lá

Interpreto a música como um pensamento um momento que o anakin/vader está refletindo remoendo tudo que aconteceu tudo que ele perdeu e se arrepende

interpreto a primeira parte grifada como a infância/juventude do Anakin, como ele era bom e tinham expectativa sobre ele, alguma lembrança do Qui-Gon Jinn e da mãe do Anakin, da Padme e do Obi wan que realmente acreditavam nele

Lembranças de momentos bons de tudo que ele perdeu

segunda parte grifada pq ELE É UM ANJO CAÍDO

Burning bridges is an expression that means you’ve destroyed your ability to turn back or irreparably damage your relationship with someone

essa explicação tava no genius e, eu vejo muito do que aconteceu no relacionamento dele e da Padme nisso

As duas últimas partes marcadas eu interpreto como algo que ele sente em relação a padme, como ele não quer (e também não pode) mostrar o que ele se tornou

primeira parte marcada porque ele É O ESCOLHIDO pra trazer equilíbrio a força, até o último momento ele foi, mas todos (todos não né) esperavam que ele fosse fazer isso pelo lado da bom

momento crítica aos jedis: conselho jedi um bando de IDIOTAS que não perceberam oq rolava no lado deles pq eles são prepotentes (e aconteceu mais de uma vez). Claro que acreditavam no Anakin, esperavam dele a profecia, mas eles nunca confiaram nele, o que colaborou pra queda

i held that grudge til it tore me apart

de novo anjo caído, lembro que tu disse que parecia um louvor uma vez meio que é

Essa parte toda me lembra ele, foi aqui que eu comecei a pensar nisso e relacionar tudo então vamos lá por partes:

segunda parte grifada: bom eu não vi as séries animadas por preguiça e falta de tempo, mas poucas coisas que eu sei é que perceberam as (muitas) vezes que o anakin trupicou pro lado negro, e tentaram ajudar ele. Nos filmes a gente vê isso tbm, a padme e o obi wan indo até mustafar (e o desfecho disso)

primeira parte grifada: pode o lado negro subiu a cabeça dele. A gente ver como ele já tropeçava pra esse lado (massacre do povo de areia), e com o passar do tempo e a influência do Palpatine sobre ele até chegar no estopin de ser uma forma de salvar a padme (que na vdd foi a causa da morte dela, o romantismo, morrer por amar)

ultimas duas linhas: ele no império que ele ajudou a construir, a moldar, na nave nos momentos que ele precisava tratar os ferimentos das queimaduras (e todos os outros)

MATARAM OQ EU ESCREVI 😵‍💫😵‍💫

essa imagem ilustra muito bem a última parte grifada

mataram minha explicação muito foda dessa parte e eu tinha falado do Luke nela ent sim vida meu amor tá pensando certinho vamos assistir o resto qualquer dia desses

taylor tava ✒️ 💥💥 nessa parte e eu acho sim plausível alguém de 18 escrever isso meu pensamento médio

enfim vamos lá, duas primeiras linhas: todos, quem se importava com e quem sempre odiou ele viram a queda dele, perderam ele.

Eu não considero muito a segunda linha porque o anakin sabe lembra o que levou ele a esse estado, o que arruinou tudo. Mas imagino essa linha como na parte que ele descobre a morte da Padme, que ele perdeu ela mesmo depois de tudo.

Primeiras duas partes grifadas: ele se tornou um monstro. Eu amo o personagem a construção a queda sou louco por essa história de verdade. Ele se tornou um monstro, matou destruiu planetas inteiros ajudou a construir um Império de dor, as pessoas comemoraram quando ele morreu

acontece algo parecido com o que aconteceu com a sua vampira e a namorada dela. O Anakin/Vader morre se sacrifica (eu não lembro bem) na ""última"" (somehow he returned) batalha com o Palpatine, e o único que sabe disso e o Luke, o único que acreditou que ainda tinha bondade no coração do Anakin foi o filho dele QUE ELE TENTOU MATAR. O luke é o filho da Padme porque eles foram os únicos que ainda acreditavam no anakin

O Luke foi o único que sentiu o luto, ele fez uma cerimônia pra ele enquanto todos comemoravam (inclusive a Leia) a morte do Vader e queda do Imperio.

As pessoas costumavam a celebrar as conquistas dele pra ordem jedi, agora elas comemoram que ele finalmente morreu

E ele nunca quis que a família dele odiasse ele, ele nunca pode ter a família dele.

isso linde obrigada por ler

[soulnottainted]

Questions based off of Kelsey’s F/O’s

A lil selfship ask game with questions based on my f/os! A gentle reminder to send a prompt to the person you reblog this from! Trust me, it will make someone’s day! Proshippers DNI.

Copia: does your f/o become more confident around you? if your f/o is already confident in general, are there times that they are shy?

Spine: how does your f/o like to serenade you? is it out in the open? alone?

Boris: what is a nitpick that your f/o has that never goes away? have they opened up about this to you?

Fiye/ro: how does your f/o flirt with you? do they not let up? what do they do when they see you pink in the face?

Dr White: what is the silliest thing your f/o has done in canon or hc?

Qui-Gon: what is your f/o’s favorite plant? do they prefer succulents or flowers? Do you associate them with a particular flower?

George: does your f/o believe in otherworldly beings (aka aliens)? What is their stance on them?

Carrie: does your f/o have an item that you gave them that is near and dear to their heart? when did you give it to them?

Dracula: what if your f/o was a vampire? what would they be like?

Adam: what hobbies does your f/o have? any obscure ones?

Barbara: what does your f/o get the most excited about? do they hyperfixate?

Lucifer: what does your f/o like to do for fun? do they like partying?

Gomez: how does your f/o display affection?

Morticia: how would you describe your f/o’s fashion style?

Nihil: does your f/o reminisce of the past a lot?

Frankenstein's Monster: is your f/o misunderstood? are they happy you've seen them through different eyes?

Bride of Frankenstein: have you heard your f/o scream in terror before? what happened?

Erik: does your f/o sing sometimes? do they sing to you? 

Peyton: does your f/o hide their emotions? do they end up talking to you about their worries?

Obi-Wan: what is the sassiest thing your f/o has ever said, either to you or someone else?

Anakin: does your f/o think before they speak? does this get you into any trouble?

Papa I: how do you imagine the future with your f/o?

Papa II: does your f/o have an ego? what's that like?

Papa III: has your f/o ever gotten jealous of something?

Dooku: what if your f/o switched roles (villain turns hero, hero turns villain)? would you still support their decisions?

 Rex: does your f/o carry weight on their shoulders mentally?

Yew: does your f/o like to tell you stories? what is a favorite one that they have told you?

Beetlejuice: what is your f/o’s sense of humor like?

The Doctor: if your f/o could visit any time period in any place, where would they go?

Paulo: is your f/o secretive about certain things?

Julian: what is your f/o’s favorite movie genre? Do they have a favorite film?

Ahsoka: does your f/o like to work alone or prefer to be in a group?

Optimus: how does your f/o protect you from a threat? how do they console you afterwards?

Megatron: has your f/o ever been given a difficult choice? what was the outcome?

The DCA: has your f/o told you about what they were like as a kid?

William: has your f/o done something they have regretted?

Sinister: does your f/o like to boast about you? how do they do so?

Surreal: do you and your f/o share what bad dreams you have?

The Birch: how did you meet your f/o in canon? was it on accident?

Ballora: does your f/o listen to any music? what's their favorite genre?

Arcee: what do you think your f/o's main purpose in life is? are they a planner of the future or like to see where the wind takes them?

Bumblebee: if you and your f/o were going on a long trip, how would you pass the time?

Mirage: has your f/o ever had to act differently than they are? were they pressured into doing so?

Moon System: are their characters that your f/o doesn't get along with and can't stand?

Rabbit: what is the craziest ooc hc you have heard about your f/o?

Knockout: has your f/o dressed up for you to impress you? what did they look like?

Dr Oddfellow: how powerful is your f/o? to what lengths would they go to protect you?

Eli: how would your f/o describe life after they met you?

Starscream: does your f/o register your social cues easily?

Nightshade: if your f/o was an animal, what would they be?

Glen & Glenda: if you are having insecure thoughts. what does your f/o do to help you?

The Ghouls: has your f/o introduced you to their family and/or close friends? how did that go?

Egon: what genre of book would your f/o like the best?

Ray: what is your f/o's favorite food?

[pearls-gone-wild]

I once played hooky from work to be an extra in a historical docudrama about the Revolutionary War, and during one of the many waiting moments, someone* started a debate about what kind of smartphone each of the Founding Fathers would have had. We ended up concluding:

George Washington has the most recent iPhone, though he makes a big deal about not knowing which one he's on. He only has ten apps on his phone, and uses all of them.

Thomas Jefferson also has an iPhone (all of the Virginians do) and downloads every app he hears about, against the advice of Madison. He has been hacked three times that he knows about, and is angry at the internet for ever charging money for stuff online. He keeps a second phone for "personal" texts, and thinks no one else knows (everyone knows).

Ben Franklin had the first Palm Pilot, then the Blackberry, before moving on to an Android. He still misses the fold-out keyboard from the Palm Pilot days.

John Adams has loaded an open source OS onto his phone, which he tweaked to fit his needs. It works, but the messaging apps are wildly incompatible with any other OS, so he mostly gets texts from Abigail, who has the other phone that he engineered like this.

Alexander Hamilton has an Android, but somehow managed to be the guy who taught Washington how to use his iPhone. He's constantly texting and emailing, and no one knows how he keeps up with it all.

James Madison is also constantly texting, but mostly Jefferson.

*Ok, it was me. I'd finished Wikipedia-ing everything about the historical moment we were filming, and I was tired of the extra making non-stop Star Wars jokes (the principle actor there voiced Obi Wan in the animated series). If you're going to crack jokes on a period movie set, at least make them historically relevant.

[reconstructwriter]

Six Sentence Sunday Wednesday

I got your tag @ankahikoibaat just terrible at procrastinating this week!

Finally got back to Standing Above the Blood. Still dunno how this is gonna end but slightly more hopeful note for the Republic here...

“Surrender,” Windu repeated and withdrew what looked like an actual warrant. Anakin stared at it, as boggled by the sight as he had once been by the water in the room of a thousand fountains. When had he managed to get that? His heart clenched when he recognized the largest signature.

Then a red lightsaber slashed through the paper, destroying Padme’s cursive. The resolution, as Obi Wan might say, became uncivilized…

Tag You're It: @charmwasjess, @s-c-g-s-c-g, @panther-os, @amarcia, @amuser-96, @beskad, @gffa, @gallusrostromegalus

(but as always no pressure)