#punkass-jedi

[foxytonic]

Screw it! New pinned post cuz the old one is way outta date!

Hi, I’m Jay. I’m 28 (as of June 13th this year), genderfluid (she/they), bisexual, neurodivergent six ways from Sunday, a goth punkass, and a writer. Don’t be an asshole, and we’ll probably get along just fine. My writing blog is @foxytonics-quill , and I also have a ton of rp blogs that I tend to jump back and forth between every few months or so, depending on my muse. I’ll start the list with my brand new ones.

@mechanakin - very canon-divergent Anakin Skywalker, still a WIP

@solo-returned - very canon-divergent Kylo Ren/Ben Solo, still a WIP

@to-hold-the-line - Cal Kestis as written in and after Jedi: Survivor, still a WIP

@monstershearts - a multimuse blog filled with monsters, both from classic horror/sci-fi and my own imagination, kinda canon divergent, still technically a WIP

@covenunited - a multimuse blog full of witch OCs that occupy a fictional version of Asheville, North Carolina, and use a magic system of my own creation. (Currently on hiatus)

@riddlcmcthis - a very punk reimagining of the Riddler, aka Eddie Nygma. (Currently on hiatus)

@walkthroughtrees - a blog revolving around a family of Druid OCs. (Currently on hiatus)

@haresgrove - somewhat canon-divergent Billy Hargrove. (Currently on hiatus)

@antlersandrage - canon-divergent Gaston Legume from the live action Beauty and the Beast. (Currently on hiatus)

@crimsonxrites - possibly canon-divergent multimuse blog for Mollymauk Tealeaf, Lucien Tavelle, and Kingsley Tealeaf from Critical Role, still a WIP. (I need to finish Nine Eyes of Lucien before I set it up, and that probably won’t happen for a while yet. 😬)

@jays-cave-of-rp-memes is my rp meme resource blog that I’m kinda spotty on.

I have more blogs on my roll that I’m probably not gonna do anything else with but I don’t know how to delete them on mobile and am currently too lazy to get on my laptop and figure it out lol

[anythingobi]

Hello! May I request a prompt? Quiobi with obiwan loosing his robe on a planet with colder weather. Thank you😘

Congrats! You’re my first prompt, and I absolutely love it! Here are my humble offerings:

Obi-Wan was significantly less annoyed by the situation than he should have been. On the one hand, he hated everything about Hoth. It was cold, and it was empty, and the way the sun reflected off of the snow made it difficult to keep his eyes open without feeling as if he was staring directly into the sun. His ship had crashed, and his cloak had been torn to shreds during a fight with some sort of lizard monster.

On the other hand, Hoth had been marked as a possible CIS remote base location, and due to the possibility of confrontation he had not been sent on the mission alone. Unfortunately he and his partner had split up, both heading in opposite directions in an effort to cover more ground. Being stranded on such a hostile planet with an inoperable ship was a precarious situation at best, and they needed to find something to allow them to either fix their ship or signal for help.

Currently, just struggling his way back to the ship was becoming difficult. His cloak had been heavy in anticipation of the harsh climate, but underneath he wore the mixture of traditional robes and various armored pieces that he had taken to since the beginning of the Clone Wars. While they allowed for freedom of movement and greatly complemented his fighting style, they were doing little for him now. He found himself bringing his hands up to his mouth to warm them with his breath as he slogged through the snow in an attempt to return to the ship. Their shelter wasn’t perfect, as they were unable to turn on any heat or life support and had long since become quite freezing itself, but it was shelter from the elements nonetheless.

His return was a slow process, and he could feel himself succumbing to the beginnings of hypothermia as he walked. Water had settled into his boots due to the high snow level, and there were various parts of his body that he could no longer feel. His hands rubbed along his beard as he stumbled unexpectedly, and he shuddered when he felt the ice crystals that had formed there. Finally, blessedly, he pitched himself against the entrance of the ship—feeling the cold from the metal seeping through his sleeve—and pounded on the door as best he could.

He realized he was falling before he’d realized he had closed his eyes, and he had the fleeting and entertaining thought that he probably shouldn’t have decided to lean on a door that he knew was about to be opened. Something between a groan and a laugh escaped his lips as he careened helplessly into the snow, and he knew it was unlikely that he’d be able to stand back up on his own. His thoughts were sluggish and he couldn’t feel large portions of his body, and the only conclusion he cared enough to draw with was that those things were bad.

Blessedly, he felt himself being lifted of the ground and carried into the ship, and he instinctually wrapped his arms around the bulk of the warm presence holding him—Qui-Gon. He was distantly aware that he was being spoken to and knew that it was probably important, but his brain was almost as numb as the rest of his body. If he focused on the voice he could distinguish what it was saying, but it meant not paying attention to anything else.

He was deposited onto one of the beds, and with an effort he listened to the words washing over him as he was handled. He belatedly realized that Qui-Gon was detailing his actions to him—telling him what he was doing and why—but his mind slipped from the words pouring over the moment Qui-Gon began undressing him. He lay limp as his boots were removed. His tunics. His pants. He found himself idly trying to move his own limb to assist, but was ultimately unable to be a productive part of the process. The moment his clothing was removed he was covered in blankets, and he let out a small sound of protest as Qui-Gon pulled away and he lost the comfort of his warmth.

“Patience, Obi-Wan,” he heard Qui-Gon respond, and moments later he felt the bed shift beside him and did his best to roll himself into the other man’s warmth. Qui-Gin helped him shift and soon they were helplessly tangled together with Obi-Wan burrowing his face into the crook of his old master’s neck. Moments later, he was drifting to sleep.

————————————————————

He woke to pain in his limbs and a hand carding through his hair, and found himself still wrapped around Qui-Gon. Thankful that the ability to think and process information had returned to him, he opened and shut his jaw a few times and found it blessedly mobile, and then he froze when he realized that by all physical observations he had just been mouthing at Qui-Gon’s neck. He froze for a moment, trying to gauge the man’s reaction before a shooting pain travelled up his leg and he automatically flinched in response.

“The pain is a good sign, Obi-Wan. It means you’re regaining feeling.” Qui-Gon continued running his hand through his hair and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but sigh and burrow in closer. He wondered how long he’d be able to play this off as craving body heat, rather than craving Qui-Gon’s body heat in particular.

“At least I can speak again.” He said gratefully into Qui-Gon’s neck. “It was as if my tongue was no longer connected to my brain.” He shifted uncomfortably as another shock of pain hit him. “Not that my brain was doing much work anyway, as muddled as it was.”

“What happened to your cloak?” Qui-Gon asked

“Some sort of… snow reptile.” Obi-Wan replied, fighting the urge to laugh. “Came out of nowhere.” Qui-Gon tightened his arm around his back protectively, pulling their cores closer together. “You’re warm.”

“You’re cold.” Qui-Gon ran his hand along his back and Obi-Wan shivered in a way that he wished he could blame on body temperature. He closed his eyes again, basking in the touch.

“I don’t mind,” he sighed, allowing himself to brush his hand along Qui-Gon’s side before settling it between them under the guise of warming it. “Better here with you, freezing in peace than out on another battlefield.”

“I can’t help but agree,” Qui-Gon parroted. He brought the arm that wasn’t on his back up to the back of his neck and began to gently move his thumb. Obi-Wan smiled sedately before pulling his head back enough to look Qui-Gon in the eyes.

“I’d rather be here than most places, actually.” He tilted his head, trying his best to gauge Qui-Gon’s reaction. He didn’t have to try very hard though, considering how quickly Qui-Gon’s lips were on his. Generally speaking that was a clear sign of approval, and he wasn’t about to question it. Instead he angled his head up and opened his mouth, giving a clear sign of his own approval as he brought his hand to twist serenely into Qui-Gon’s long hair.

The kiss was nice, although Obi-Wan found that his own tongue was still slightly sluggish and lamented the chance to showcase his talents. Qui-Gon picked up the slack, controlling the pace and intensity and allowing Obi-Wan to simply melt into him and be pulled along for the ride. By the time the kiss was broken they had managed to entwine themselves together so effectively that they could have been one person.

“I’ve wanted you to do that for so long, now. I thought you never would.” Obi-Wan let his eyes flutter closed as he spoke, content with feeling the presence of the man beside him.

“I didn’t think you wanted me to,” he responded, hands resting delicately on his hip and chin. Obi-Wan shook his head and lunged in for another kiss.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he breathed into the mouth before him. “I’ve been enamored with you since I was a padawan.” Qui-Gon moved his hand into his hair and gripped it just tight enough to elicit a moan of affirmation before pulling apart.

“I’ve loved you for years,” he said, holding Obi-Wan’s hair to keep him from lunging at him again, “but right now we both need to get dressed.” Obi-Wan shot him a pleading look. They’d just confessed to each other and they were already conveniently disrobed. Why would they get dressed? Qui-Gon sent him a knowing look back. “My journey was a tad more successful than yours, I’m afraid. No snow lizards, but I did find the remains of another crashed ship not far from here. I was able to contact your battalion, and I doubt they’ll be much longer.” Obi-Wan felt his eyes go wide with elation at the news of rescue, and then at embarrassment from the idea of being discovered like this. There was no way he was going to be found naked in bed with his former master by the entirety of his troops. He began to untangle himself from Qui-Gon in an inelegant flurry of movement, and looked up again briefly, still flushed, before finally pulling his wits about him.

“We need to get dressed.”

[acatbyanyothername9]

🏆

 Hello! Thank you so much for the ask @punkass-jedi! 💜. From the Reader ask game : “ What do you wish more authors in your fandom would write about? “

Now my friend, you’ve chosen a hard question 😅. I’m going to talk about the quiobi fandom which is my main fandom and the only one I’m really active in. I’m going to say that I would love to see more soft romance between Qui Gon and Obi Wan were sex isn’t really in the equation? We have some absolute fabulous steamy works in the fandom and I love them. 

But i would also love more explorations of characters, especially Obi Wan as being on the ace spectrum? I just think it would be neat headcanon to explore especially since I feel it would be in line with Obi Wan characterization in the movies (I haven’t watched TCW so I can’t talk for it, but from what I gathered it does seem like a separate characterization).

Thank you again for the ask!

[darisu-chan]

I was wondering why we had to see Kylo Ren shirtless shwoing his abs, and then I remembered this scene:

Adam Driver told us this fact in SNL, and I’m laughing

[gabriel4sam]

Tag game

I was tagged by the awesome @sithsoka half an eternity ago, shame on me.

rules: tag 9 people you would like to know/catch up with 

last song: Seasons in the sun, by Terry Jacks. (It’s my I’m writing angst playlist)

last movie: The Great Museum, a film documentary, but it wasn’t for me, sadly.

currently watching:  I’ve started again Star Trek Discovery, that I had abandonned in season 1, and I need to watch the last season of Lucifer, but there is always something stopping me.

currently reading:  The 25th Hour  by  Constantin Virgil Gheorghiu. It’s a novel about the horrors of authoritarian regims and also the horrors of the modern era treating man like a number to force into a category, and let me tell you it’s a depressing read! 

Tagging, if they want : @wrennette , @theloneliestshipper @kitcatkim @elfpen @iidigestive-readerii @thefoundationproject @lunaemoth @punkass-jedi and @texasdreamer01

[subobi]

SubObi Week #4 Masterlist

Our AO3 Collection

If your submission isn’t included here please let me know!

**Please note that warnings and ratings are not included on this list. Please take time to read the tags on the work itself.**

Submissions:

Collections or Prompt Combinations:

2020/2021 SubObi Week by FlitShadowFlame - Multiple pairings

2020-21 Subobi Week by Ewina - Jangobi

Another Time, Another Place by Bittodeath - Codywan

Art by bereweillschmidt - No pairings

Creative Care by dovebox - Obiclones

SubObi Week: 2020/2021 by Millberry_5 - Multiple pairings

SubObi Week - Winter 2021 by glimmerglanger - Multiple pairings

The Rise of the Emperor by Floris_Oren - ObiSheev

Day 1: Orgasm Play

1 - Orgasm play by Bittodeath - Obiclones

Enough To Drive You Mad by sadomochi - Obikin

In the Best Way by therapybegins - Codywan

Orgasm Play by Hero_Thief - Obi-wan/Fucking machine

per royal decree by wrennette - Bail/Breha/Obi

Pretty Things by SparkySheep - Jangobi

Repercussions by Kutaisi - Jastobi

Shibari by krad_Elric - Obikin

Shiny Inspection by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67) - Codywan

waiting games by distraction pie - Codexwan

Day 2: Mpreg/Pregnancy Kink

2 - Mpreg by Bittodeath - Jangobi

AlphaObi Mpreg by Hero_Thief - AlphaObi

Built For It by Firondoiel, LuvEwan - QuiObiMace

Expecting the Future by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67) - Codywan

in the trying by distractionpie - Codywan

ve(n)riduur by wrennette - Jastobi

Day 3: Somnophilia

3 - Somnophilia by Bittodeath - Obikin

In the Quiet of Night by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67) - Codywan

In This Midnight by sadomochi - Quiobi

Just like that by Gabriel4Sam - Codywan

Safe and Sound by SmolbiWanCannoli - Obikin

the peace of dreams by distractionpie - Obimaul

wrapped in warmth by wrennette - Obinara

Day 4: Uniform/Armor Kink

All That Glitters by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67) - Jangobi

Art by punkass-jedi - Jangobi

Be Good For Me Baby by SparkySheep - Jastobi

Defiance and Justice by therapybegins - Codywan

Good Pup by SparkySheep - Codywan

never been away so long by Kutaisi - Obivizsla

Nobody’s Dirty Business How My Baby Treats Me by sadomochi - Obikin

officers and gentlemen by wrennette - Obiclones

sur’ar naak by distraction pie - Obi-Wan/Male Mandalorian

Day 5: Sub Drop/Dom Drop

5 - Subdrop by Bittodeath - Jastobi

ataraxy by wrennette -Maceobi

unwind by distractionpie - Quinobi

Day 6: Stockholm Syndrome

6 - Stockholm Syndrome by Bittodeath - Obivizsla

A Song of Beskar by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67) - Jangobi

compliance by wrennette - Obiclones

down from up high by Kutaisi - Jangobi

Imprisoned by Q111 - QuiObi

The Bounty Hunter’s Bargain by distractionpie - Jangobi

Day 7: Xenophilia/Teratophilia/Bestiality

7 - Bestiality by Bittodeath - No pairing

fuck you like an animal by Hero_Thief - Obi-Wan/Animals

lucky seventh by wrennette - Obisavage

Undercover and Exposed by distraction pie - Obicad

Day 8: Bonus Day

a negotiated release by wrennette - Jangobi

A Particular Method by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67) - Codywan

Between A Wall and a Hard Jango by Miandraden1 - Jangobi

Bondage by Q111 - No pairing

Business as Usual by Kutaisi - Codywan

Undisclosed Desires by SmolbiWanCannoli - Obiclones

[fanart] Upside Down by folhaseca - Vaderwan

[cross-d-a]

Yeah we're ALL Shattered

•the tENsION in the music!!!!

•Bo-Katan wordlessly handing Ahsoka back her 'sabres

•"I did my duty as a citizen."

"Not as a Jedi?"

"No....not yet."

•"A relic of a bygone era when Mandalorians had reason to imprison you Force-wielding maniacs."

"I thought your sister outlawed such devices?"

"She did. This is the last one."

•Maul's breath fogging up the glass as he stares out at Ahsoka and Rex.

•the TENSION in the MUSIC!!!!!!!!!!

•the silence of the Coruscant Guards

•the twirl of the stars

•the delicate, almost stumbling notes of the Imperial March in the background

•you know what conversation we're all crying about

•"I'm sure it's more good news."

•she HEARD!!!! SHE HEARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !! !!!!!

•that single, awful tear

•Ahsoka clearly trying not to kill the clones if she can help it!!!

•"DON'T make me regret this."

•"TOGETHER WE CAN--"

"NO."

•just- the way Maul is SUCH a little bitch this is why I LOVE him

•THE TENSION IN THE MUSIC!!!!

•"Care to give me a fighting chance?"

"I'm not ROOTING for you."

•THE DROIDS!!!!!!!!!!! !!! !!!!! !! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

• "both the Senate Committee and the Jedi Council have accepted these findings"

•"But I owe it to Fives."

•Maul being the absolute ICONIC LEGEND that he IS!!!!! My boy tearing up those poor clones like a fucking Punkass Bitch who ain't got no time for this but he will ENJOY IT

•HOLY SHIT THE ARM!!!!!!!! ME NOT BELIEVING IT WOULD ACTUALLY HAPPEN BUT IT DID!!!!!

•"We're trying NOT to hurt him!"

•SO many troopers still have Ahsoka's helmet!!!!!!! After Order 66 the only clone's face we see is Rex's!!!!

•"I am one with the Force and the Force is with me. I am one with the Force and the Force is with me. I am one with the Force and the Force is with me-"

•those trembling blasters. his FACE

•"Ahsoka.....it's ALL of us...!"

•THE TENSION IN THE MUSIC!!!!!!!

[nobie]

What are you fave blogs?

LOORDDT. I HAVE SO MANY FAVS THEY ARE MY BABIES and I have adopted them except @morganas-pendragons that's MOM™️ she has adopted me XD

I LOVE WHAT THEY CREATE AND I LOVE THEM JUST AS THEM (including blogs that don’t creat stuff) 

to name a few a lot,,, (sorry if I missed you (this is also kind of a blog rec sooooo go follow them) 

Writers:

@labyrinth-runner // @xmidnightwritingsx // @kaminobiwan // @dokoni-mo // @morganas-pendragons // @littlevodika // @highlycommendable // @hxldmxdxwn // @aty-cgca7 // @acnini // @goldenkenobi // @stardancerluv @anakinswhore // @skywalkerssolo // @write-i-do // @bobafvtt(oml I'm friends with too many writers XD but I love them too much) 

gif makers/graphic makers: (my people) 

@acciokenobi // @laciefuyu // @downey-junior // @jedikencbi // @mlmanakin // @spidaerman // @obiwanobi // @rise-of-ahsoka // @strwrsdaily // @barissoffee // @vaderkin // @kenobiies // @organasoloskywalker // @lesbiantrillas // @meandmyechoes // @soka-tano // @ahskatano // @padawanlost // @coredrive

artists: 

@cranity // @mastertypodyas // @i-got-no-bones // @suja-janee // @rrrainbo // @scuttlebuttin // @cherieboba (who is also an exceptional writer) // @letoscrawls // @savagesleftarm // @thatfunkyopossum // @fesqq // @lornaka // @kmerolzzzz // @boba-thot

just some peeps that look cute asf in my notifs: 

@darthstan // @thwippeter // @jedidaenerys // @obispadawan // @boba-li // @chogisss // @anakinsahsoka // @sacred-things // @iamdinomartins // @findhimfives // @ladyorgana // @purplekenobi // @wille-zarr // @atelier-dayz // @fiveshotsofjager // @jxmes-buchanan // @eggsywin // @ewanfuckinmcgregor // @punkass-jedi // @supremeleaderandprincekyloren // @generaljarrus-syndulla 

oml this post is long asf,,, that's it, i def missed some people but I love all of these blogs so much they bring me joy so keep creating and keep doing you lovlies ✨💗😘

[infinitejedilove]

The Jinnobi Challenge Master List - 2020

Thanks everyone for participating in the fourth annual Jinnobi Challenge! This has been a pretty chaotic year for most of us and I hope this goes a little ways toward helping end things on a good note. This challenge celebrates the love between Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon and also the love that we shippers have for our fandom! Several new writers entered the challenge this year and some beloved creators as well! Whether you’ve been shipping the Jedi Husbands since 1999 or you just discovered it yesterday, this is for all of you who are here for this lovely ship.

Please let me know if I forgot to include you on this list!

Previous Master Lists: 2017, 2018, 2019

The Jinnobi Challenge 2020 Master List

Art 

Some Nebulous Day by kyber-erso

Do you see anything ahead, Padawan? By kyber-erso

Embrace by shyqui-gon [also known as quietoceanlove]

QuiObi Star Trek AU by punkass-jedi

Fic Inspired Quiobi Art by kyber-erso

Photosets/Moodboards and Edits

Lessons (AU series Lessons They Never Taught me in School) by quiobi-lover

and all your love surrounds me by shyqui-gon

Always, I choose you by InfiniteJediLove

Coruscant Night by shyqui-gon

Death is nothing at all by InfiniteJediLove

Soulmates by quiobi-lover

Soft Light + Pale Purple Aesthetic by InfiniteJediLove

Legends by quiobi-lover

Fanfiction 

Explicit

Talk to the Hand by Lady_Saddlebred

Tuarangi by kyber-erso (aoraki)

Bespoke Service by LittleLynn

In the palm of your hand by Lilibet

And You And I by Temve

This Heartbeat by Black_Teapot

Mature

Nightfall by InfiniteJediLove

Constellations upon your skin by Lilibet

Temptation by Lilibet

Teen and Up

Let the Springtime Talk by Hamiloki

Time to Live by Firondoiel

cartography by treescape

G-Rated

Harmonies. by outpastthemoat

Dreams of blue by Lilibet

Growing Affections by LadyDisdayne

Always by Lilibet

[ironhoshi]

I blame @punkass-jedi for this.

“Cal, be here with me,” he ordered. The visor swung towards him and the very air seemed to crackle with annoyance. “You did the galaxy a favor, but we still need to deal with the collars.”

“I’m fine.” BD contradicted him with a rude sound. The tremble slowed slightly, but not enough for Boba. Cal was grappling with something. “They- It is fine.” The words were disjointed, jarring even, and they felt monochrome against his mind. Boba stepped over bodies, making sure to watch where he set his feet, before he came to a stop in front of his jetii. His head tipped back slightly as Cal seemed to glance down at him judging from the angle of the visor. The height difference struck him as annoying in that moment, but that was shoved aside as he tried to figure out how to center the kid. 

“You aren’t fine,” he said dryly before surging up onto the toes of his boots, arm lashing out to grab the side of Cal’s buy’ce just before he slammed their foreheads together. A metallic clang filled the space that was quickly followed by a faint sound of surprise that slid past his ears like water.

[capricornus-rex]

Watching IGN’s Live Watch of “Revenge of the Sith” with Ashley Eckstein (Ahsoka Tano) and Cameron Monaghan (Cal Kestis) on Twitter!

LOOK AT OUR HANDSOME BOY!!!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍

@berenilion @stellar-trinity @cal-jestis  @calkesttiss @fallenjedii @calgasm @skyylunaa @queen-destenie @punkass-jedi @peterwandaparker

[anythingobi]

Me again! I loved the first one v much (thank you💕💕💕). Hope it's okay I'm requesting another prompt: quiobi with Obi-Wan playing with Qui-Gon's hair (which is obviously greying and Qui-Gon is self-conscious about it maybe?) Thank you very much😘💕💕���

I was really happy to get another prompt from you, and I wanted to draw it but I ended up getting real fed up with Qui-Gon’s hair so I guess you’re just getting fic today. Thanks so much for the awesome prompt! (Oh, and thanks for commenting about the ship name!)

I went for a bit of a younger Obi in this than last time. He’s 18 and still a padawan.

“Quiet Bant,” Obi-Wan regarded the nearby passenger without looking away from his task, “I’m busy.”

“You should be busy flying this ship,” Bant quipped back. “You’re the pilot of the group.” Obi-Wan let a huff escape his lips and undid the pleated hair in front of him, unsatisfied.

“You’re sixteen, Bant. You should know how to fly a ship.” He let his eyebrows knit together. “You really should wear your hair pulled back more, Master Qui-Gon,” Obi-Wan added off-handedly. It really brings out your greys.” Bant huffed, and Qui-Gon let out an indignant noise and brought his hands back to feel at his own hair. Obi-Wan felt himself blushing as his master’s hands joined his own, and pushed down the childish urge to stick his tongue out at Bant when she shot him a taunting smirk.

“My what?” Qui-Gon interrupted, perturbed.

“Your grey hairs.” Obi-Wan stroked his hand through his master’s hair, gently easing the frizz from where the older man had mussed it. “They make you look distinguished.” He gathered up a small section at the bottom of Qui-Gon’s head, ignoring Bant’s knowing chuckle as they made a jump into hyperspace. He handed the majority of the hair before him to his master with the unspoken command to hold it out of the way, and began slowly and deliberately creating a dutch braid. The style would be difficult to recreate alone, since trying to work your own hair from the bottom up meant holding your arms at an awkward angle with no break, and also placed the majority of the hair not being used directly in the way.

“They make me look old, Obi-Wan.” His master sighed and leaned back against his legs. Obi-Wan ran his hands deliberately along the man’s scalp as he selected the next section of hair to add and was rewarded with a comfortable sigh.

“Nonsense,” Obi-Wan smirked. “You already looked old.” Qui-Gon reached back and smacked at Obi-Wan’s calf chidingly.

“You should be more respectful of your elders then, padawan.”

“You’re right, Master,” Obi-Wan nodded, his tone mockingly reverent as he added more hair to the dutch braid, working his way up the scalp as slowly as he thought he could get away with. “What would you have me do? Kneel at your feet? Cater to your every whim? Carry your frail old bones off the spacecraft?”

“Alright, I’m out of here. I’m sure Master Tahl has more work for me in the engine room than you two.” Bant stood from her seat, rolling her eyes very pointedly in Obi-Wan’s direction. “We should be set until it’s time to drop out of hyperspace. Try not to get into too much trouble.” She walked out of the room with a disapproving huff.

“She doesn’t want to hang around an old-timer like me,” Qui-Gon sighed, and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but smile at his mock dejection.

“I suppose I’ll just have to be enough company for the both of us,” Obi-Wan responded, finally reaching the crown of Qui-Gon’s head and stealing the top half of the hair to twist into an elegant but loose bun. The dutch braid stuck out prominently along the back of Qui-Gon’s head, but the harshness was offset by the looseness of the rest of the style. Obi-Wan quite liked the effect. “All done, by the way.” Obi-Wan leaned back himself, stretching languidly. “And you look quite dashing, if I do say so myself.” He watched intently as Master Qui-Gon reached up to feel his styled hair, fingers tracing the braid deftly. Obi-Wan could imagine several other uses for those fingers.

“Allow me to return the favor.” Qui-Gon turned abruptly, now on his knees in front of Obi-Wan—who was trying very hard not to blush.

“You’re welcome to, Master Jinn, after you Knight me and wait a few years for me to grow it out.” The comment earned him a chuckle before Qui-Gon was reaching up and undoing his padawan braid.

“You’re braid is a mess, Obi-Wan. It needs to be redone.” His Master smiled up at him as he deliberately undid the tight braiding, and Obi-Wan focused very intently on self control as he fought the urge to lean forward and kiss the man. This was a bonding moment, and it wouldn’t do good to sully it with impure thoughts. Soon though, Qui-Gon was leaning up closer in order to see the formation of the braid behind his ear as he worked, and Obi-Wan was briefly struck by their height difference. Even with Obi-Wan seated in a chair and Qui-Gon kneeling on the floor, the man was able to draw himself up face to face. It almost made Obi-Wan glad he’d never made it past 5’10.

“I always used to hate washing this patch of hair when I was a padawan.” Qui-Gon looked at him mischievously as his hand brushed along his ear and neck. “I was always worried it was going to fall out.”

“I hate undoing the braid,” Obi-Wan admitted. “I want it to be in all the time, as a symbol that I belong to you.”

“You don’t need a braid to know that you’re my padawan, Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon chuckled and continued his braiding, stopping periodically to smooth out the hair in order to prevent frizz or flyaways.

“It feels nice, though.” Obi-Wan wanted to turn his head to look at his master, but knew better than to do so while the other was working. “Having a physical reminder, I mean. I know that just knowing I’m your padawan should be enough, but sometimes when I’m in doubt I can feel it and remember that you chose me.” Qui-Gon was almost to the end of the braid now. Once he had moved out of the area behind the ear it became quick work.

“I’m sorry that I don’t always express my appreciation for you, Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon tied off the end of the braid with a small piece of leather. “You are all I could ask for and more.” He ran his hand thoughtfully over Obi-Wan’s braid before standing, and Obi-Wan found himself standing as well, fully aware that he was about to do something exceedingly stupid. He reached his hand up around Qui-Gon’s neck, thumb brushing slowly along the braid he had been permitted to put there. With a small tug, he angled his master’s face down so that he could push himself upwards to kiss him.

Much to Obi-Wan’s surprise, he wasn’t immediately pushed back and told off. Instead, he felt a hand slip around his waist and another reach reverently for his padawan braid as the kiss was returned. He let out a gasp that was equal parts surprise and pleasure at the development, and quickly found the gasp turning into a moan as Qui-Gon took it as an invitation to slip his tongue into his mouth. The arm around his waist tightened and pulled up, and he found himself being pressed flush against his master with his head tilted at a decidedly submissive angle as the kiss was deepened. He writhed slightly, smiling a bit to show his pleasure at the development and doing his best to egg the other man on as he moved invitingly against him. Perhaps if he just—

“And here I was, thinking you two were the picture of a perfect master-padawan team.” Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon split apart, startled as Master Tahl’s amused voice rang through the room. Obi-Wan searched his mind for any explanation at all for the elicit and decidedly immoral scene that Tahl had just walked in on, but she continued before he could settle on one. “Relax, I’m not going to turn you in to the Council or anything,” she waved her hand as she walked over to the controls. “I do however, need to double check the coordinates Bant input. Apparently the two perfectly capable pilots already in the cockpit were being unhelpful as well as obtuse. Now, which one of you is going to help the blind woman read these dials?”

“I will.” Obi-Wan shot forward immediately, giving his master a meaningful look as he moved to help check the navigation settings. They all looked fine to him and he felt a small, prideful smile touch him as he regarded Bant’s competence. Tahl clasped his shoulder amiably before leaning in close to him conspiratorially.

“I don’t care what you two do,” she stage whispered, loud enough for Qui-Gon to hear her as well. “Just don’t do it in the cockpit.”

[fettupwithyou]

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Creator tag game

I was double tagged by two wonderful friends and writers, so thank you @tessiete and @tree-scapes for tagging me! I apologise for the time it took me to answer

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!

This is going to be hard! I have written 36 fics including 31 drabbles for october so choosing will not be easy T.T 

Let’s start with those drabbles. 

Silence lay steadily,  Spirits of the past, (Rating T, both Gen and focused on Obi Wan Kenobi) may be two of my favourite drabbles i have ever written in the series. The first prompt was graveyard and it inspired me so much! It was also my first time digging into the psyche of Ben Kenobi during those years on Tatooine. I loved exploring Obi Wan loneliness but also his identity as a “ghost’ because how much this identity fits Obi Wan if we think about it one moment.

 Not only on Tatooine where he is the ghost of a culture that has been eradicated from the galaxy, but also during his whole life? Star Wars material always had a knack to make Obi Wan stories about somebody other than him (Jedi Apprentice? It’s much more about Qui Gon’s journey than Oi Wan, same in Master and Apprentice, or even in the movies where he is at the heart of a story that is not HIS). There is something truly heartbreaking about that. Tatooine is also the perfect place to dig into more philosophical considerations away from the sound and fury of the galaxy.

No one will be aware of how many kisses there has been. (Rating : Gen, QuiObi) I had not planned to write this modern AU. Modern AU are not my favourite but this one wouldn’t leave my mind and was sparked by reminisecence of my classics studies. I loved greek and latin and this fic may have the fic I had the most fun writing ever. It basically wrote itself and exploring the dynamic between fussy latin teacher Obi and laidback Ancient Greek teacher Qui was a delight. It’s as if these langages were made for both characters. 

As much as I love fake dating, i have a thing for established relationship where the spark of the begining is now a steady flame that warms the characters every day, kept alight by mutual admiration, care, friendship, respect and love. Is this too idealistic? Maybe. But let me dream. 

The choice to write from the students POV and take the readers for a ride along with their shenanigans is something i will never regret.

Kin to Sorrow (Rating T, QuiObi) is my Mortis fix-it fic. Also written for the QuiObi backwards bigbang of 2020 this is a very personal fic for some reason. It is very melancholic and bittersweet. @tessiete introduced me to Edna St Vincent Millay’s poetry and i can’t thank her enough. Her poetry is woven through the entire fic like an haunting refrain. Like those whispers that you can only hear when you take a step back from just being in the day-to-day. 

I will say this again, nothing makes my hackles rise faster than writers who try to make Obi Wan story about someone else, especially Anakin. Obi Wan had to watch every thing he held dear being torn in the most violent way from his side : his jedi family, Qui Gon, Anakin, Padme, Satine, everything. And yet when the writers bring back Qui Gon for three minutes it’s only about Anakin again? Sorry but no. This won’t do. 

This fic was born from the visceral need of having Obi Wan be acknowledged for who he is, to be SEEN. He may be no chosen one but in my eyes that makes him all the more precious. How many of us can claim to be chosen? A very precious few if at all, does that mean that our stories don’t deserve to be told? I am getting philosphical again, but ancient languages, poetry and philosophy are my love and jam. 

Hold me like you mean it (Rating T, QuiObi) is a gift fic for the most lovely @kyber-erso. She wanted hugs and I delivered. I love this fic. It was an incredible opportunity to study Qui Gon and Obi Wan’s relationship evolution through vignettes of time. I love hugs, and I think they are very underrated (they are even more precious these days when you can’t kiss or hold hand or whatever other traditional way affection is shown). It is because I’m ace? Maybe. But hugs and cuddles have always been in my opinion one of the supreme show of love and affection be it romantic and platonic.

Writing this fic, I was surprised to see how many different types of hugs there was! And most of them have a name! A hug can say so many different things and can be done in so many different way, but the feeling of warmth and love is something that all hugs convey one way or another. This is what i tried to convey through the fic : the way Qui Gon and Obi Wan love for each other expressed itself throughout their relationship as it grew and changed. 

Like a Spell over you (Rating Gen, QuiObi) Can sexy time be Gen rated? This is the crucial question that gave birth to this fic. I am no smut lover and will skip it most of the time. But I also love to write Obi Wan and Qui Gon just being completly bessoted and in awe of the other. As always this is way more soft than spicy but i love it.

Tagging but no pressure at all @punkass-jedi, @acciopudding, @kyber-erso, @lieutenantmittens, @antheiasilva

[shatouto]

tagged by @punkass-jedi !

Soundless voice (Hitoshizuku-P)

Hitorinbo Envy (koyori)

Aimaisa Kaihi (Police Piccadilly)

Tenshi da to omotteita no ni (Utsu-P)

Otome Kaibou (DECO*27)

Uminaoshi (Maretu)

Toki no odoriko (Ame no murakumo P)

Otoko no ko memorable (Sakki ga tenkomori)

or i guess a more accurate version would be:

シャルル (バルーン)

透明(とうめい)エレジー (n-buna)

トリノコシティ (40meter P)

im tagging anyone who wanna do it!

[luvvewan]

I was tagged by @punkass-jedi. Thanks! :)

Name: LuvEwan/Kimberly

Nickname: Luv/Kimmy

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Gemini

Sexuality: Obi-Wan

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Not a big HP person

Favorite Animal: Frilled lizard, but I don’t want to touch one. They just make me laugh

Average Amount Of Sleep: 8-9 hours

Cats or Dogs: Dogs because I’m allergic to cats

Dream Trip: A fancy trip to Disneyland. Or London.

Dream Job: One of those people who choose the ratings for films. I saw a documentary about them once. It’s super secretive but less dangerous than being a spy.

When You Made This Blog: Last year

Followers: 1340

Why You Made A Tumblr: Because the internet doesn’t have enough of two specific things: selfies and Star Wars content.

Reason Behind Your URL: It’s been my fanfic name for like 18 years, but someone already had “LuvEwan” so I had to add an extra “v”. I’ve also had the same e-mail address for that long. I fear change.

I’ll tag @outpastthemoat, @eggsywin, @robinasnyder and anyone else who wants to play