#stewjon is space scotland AU

[megamindsupremacy]

Stewjon is Space Scotland: Names and Naming Conventions

For context, I designed an entire naming system for my Stewjon is Space Scotland AU. I'm still trying to work out the cultural logistics of it, but the actual practical logistics I have down.

To break everything down:

Stewjon is a clan-centric society, with clans and clan names having a hugely important role in the culture. I therefore had clan names feature in both the first and last name of Stewjonis.

-The last name (Kenobi) is the family/clan name, and is passed down the family paternally. This is both because I'm from a western culture with a paternal naming tradition, and also because I liked how his parents names sounded when the last names transferred paternally but not maternally. "Ken" would translate to "Clan" (I don't know if this is accurate to Scots English or Scots Gaelic, but I'm working from canon Star Wars names and trying to worldbuild from nothing so work with me here), and then the clan name "Obi" is attached, so "Kenobi" translates to "Clan Obi" or "of Clan Obi"

-The given name (-Wan, but we'll get to "Wan" in a second) is one to two syllables. All of these names are (according to Wikipedia) actual Scottish names, which I picked from the list mostly based on how well they'd sound next to the clan name.

-The prefix clan name (Obi-) is the interesting part. All children are given the father's clan name as both their first and last clan name. Therefore, Obi-Wan Kenobi, son of Ito-Benneit Kenobi, has "Obi" in both his first and last name. However, upon marriage, the couple swaps their prefix clan names to signify the tie between their clans. Therefore his mother Ito-Ceit Kenito and his father Obi-Benneit Kenobi became Obi-Ceit Kenito and Ito-Benneit Kenobi upon their marriage.

-Originally I was going to do something with the fact that "Obi" means belt in Japanese, such as making the clan names signify professions in the same way "Miller" or "Smith" would in English surnames, but I gave up because Japanese is so different of a language from what I understand that I would have just made myself very confused and everyone who understands Japanese language and culture very mad. So I just went with a vowel-consonant-vowel pattern for all the clan names and called it a day.

-Remember how I said we would come back to "Wan"? Obi-Wan wasn't born Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was born Obi-Owen (Owen is a whole 'nother thing and I decided to just give myself a freebie on it), and his name was anglicized (basic-icized?) upon being brought to the Jedi temple. Not on purpose, but it did happen. So technically the chart above should have him listed as Obi-Owen Kenobi, but I already took the screenshot so this is what we're working with.

-Culturally, it's respectful to refer to someone by their full name (Obi-Owen Kenobi). The full name stands until two people are fairly close to each other, platonically or romantically. The informal, friendly version would be their full first name (Obi-Owen). So you wouldn't call your new friend "Obi-Owen" until you're quite close, even if you're social equals. Technically you could refer to someone by their given name only (Owen), but it's awkward and Stewjonis don't really see a reason for it. All of this highlights the cultural emphasis placed on clans and clan ties in Stewjoni society.

The Family Tree

THE KIDS

Starting from the bottom, we have the four Kenobi siblings. Obi-Conn is the oldest, and he marries Yana-Eóin Kenyana, becoming Yana-Conn Kenobi. None of this happens in the story but I wrote it in the chart anyways. Obi-Eóin is nonbinary, which is why their square is white instead of blue or pink.

Obi-Mór and Obi-Pál are twins and approximately four years younger than Yana-Conn. Obi-Mór is ambiguously disabled (she has some form of muscular disability, but the specifics weren't relevant to the story). Obi-Pál is just some guy and I love him for that.

Obi-Owen is the baby of the family. He's twelve years younger than the twins (16 years younger than Yana-Conn) and was definitely an oopsie-baby. I don't need to say anything else because he is also one of the major characters of the Star Wars franchise. You know him.

THE PARENTS

Obi-Ceit Kenito and Ito-Benneit Kenobi are the Kenobi siblings' parents. I don't have much to say here other than that Ito-Benneit shortens his name to Ito-Ben, to avoid the repeated "eet" sound in his full first name. I'm sure that doesn't affect Obi-Owen's future nicknames in any way!

It is Ito-Benneit fault, by the way, that I made clan prefixes instead of surnames to be switched upon marriage. Culturally, it would have made more sense for the more commonly used first name to hold your birth clan and your less commonly used surname to indicate your linked-by-marriage clan, but I needed Obi-Benneit to marry into the name Ito-Benneit so that I could shorten it to Ben. Goddammit.

THE GRANDPARENTS

Ito-Ben's parents are entirely irrelevant so they don't exist. Sad!

Technically I didn't have to name Ito-Lili Kenuna, but I felt bad having her up there as an unnamed person. Una-Owen Kenito, as you may suspect, is where Obi-Wan's name comes from. I really wanted to highlight his Stewjoni heritage in this fic, so giving him family ties through his whole name was important to me. Obi-Ceit names Obi-Owen for her father because Una-Owen was a strong fighter, and she wants to pass that resilience to her son. Which, uh. Well he sure is resilient to things trying to kill him!

Feel free to come yell at me in the askbox about Stewjon's worldbuilding!

[tennessoui]

a “stay til the dawn” epilogue

a christmas present for @anakinsthot at the request of @sexysymphony

short and sorta sweet epilogue of sorts to my king obi-wan au, where anakin crashlands on stewjon, loses his memory, and falls in love with king kenobi who makes everything a lot more difficult than it has to be

(3k)(hinted nsfw, but not really anything explicit)

Tobias has never looked more happy to see him, and they routinely get together for drinks at the King’s Pub in the Garden district to root for the Coruscanti waggleball team, decked out in Coruscanti scarlet in a crowd of unfriendly Stewjoni green.

“Ah, Toby, you’re looking well today,” Anakin reaches forward and up—and up—and up—to clap the palace guard on the shoulder of his armor.

“And you’re a sight for sore eyes, milord,” Tobias replies, offering his hand to help Anakin out of the speeder. “If I may say.”

“Say away,” Anakin chirps, jumping down to the ground and peering up at the Gargantiolan. “It’s nice to be missed, even if—“ he checks the comm unit on his wrist “—I’ve been gone less than three days.”

“My joy will pale in the face of the king’s, I assure you,” Tobias says, reaching one long arm into the speeder and retrieving Anakin’s pack. “I will see this returned to your quarters, Prince Set.”

Anakin wrinkles his nose, his immediate reaction to any suggestion that he stand on ceremony.

He may have married a king, but that doesn’t mean he particularly respects all the traditions he’s now beholden to. 

As a Jedi Knight, he never would have been greeted upon his return to the Temple, nor would he be excused from the tedious task of disengaging and storing his own speeder. 

Even as a war general, there had been little ceremony he had observed. He and his men were equal in all but their titles, and he had striven to make sure every soul in his company knew that. 

But his new job, his new title can’t be bucked off nor ignored for the very simple reason that no one will let him.

The Stewjonians are an obliging yet obstinate sort. Much like their king, who they seem to adore above all else. 

As Anakin feels the same way about King Kenobi, they have a lot in common, despite the way every Stewjonian who sees him insists on treating him as if he’s made of fine, delicate, ornamental transparisteel. 

“Fine,” he says with the smallest of sighs. He learned as a general that all battles could be fought, but some were not worth the effort, so predictable was their end. “Would you happen to know where our King is, if he has missed me so?”

Tobias raises four of his six eyebrows. “Can’t you feel him in the Force?” 

“No,” Anakin barely resists the urge to pout, which would be very unbecoming of a Prince Consort. “He’s blocked the bond.”

Something Obi-Wan only does when he’s angry with him, Anakin doesn’t add. 

At least Obi-Wan knows better than to cut himself off from the Force all together. The one and only time Anakin had made him furious enough that he’d slipped on Force suppression cuffs and disappeared from Anakin’s mind, Anakin…hadn’t reacted well.

Now when he’s grumpy—indignant, Anakin, perhaps scorned. Kings do not feel grumpy—he blocks their bond as if he’s simply locking a door, instead of deliberately locking Anakin out of the warmth and comfort of Obi-Wan’s mind, his very soul. It’s almost worse like this, but at least he knows he’s alive, can feel a quiet humming at the end of their bond. 

“Perhaps the healers have used your absence to push the king into attempting a more traditional form of a healthy, Stewjonian Force bond.” 

“I was under the impression such things do not exist.”

“Aye, I’d say that may just be why he blocked it then,” Tobias points out, but at Anakin’s dark expression, he quickly raises all four of his hands in his defense. “I’m only jesting, milord. He’s holding court today, I believe, given your continued absence. If you’d like to wait in the glass gardens or in the painting gallery, I’ll let Aislaen know to tell the king you’ve arrived.”

“No need,” Anakin waves his hand, already turning towards the palace’s front doors. “I know where the throne room is. I’ll let him know myself.”

“I was afraid you’d say that,” Tobias says, but Anakin is taking the stairs two at a time, pushing himself faster than humanly possible with the Force in order to reach his husband quicker. 

Given his continued absence—the absolute nerve of Obi-Wan! He’s been gone for two and a half days! He hadn’t even left the damn planet! What Obi-Wan has to be grumpy about, Anakin doesn’t know.

The throne room is one of the first rooms in the palace when one enters through the grand entrance hall. Obi-Wan had insisted on it being so, something about openness and accessibility.

Anakin has never liked its location, maybe because he’s not one to read metaphors into architecture. What it feels like to him, having the throne room only a corridor away from the mouth of the palace, is a security risk.

But at least now it’s convenient. 

The guards at the door know better than to block his entrance these days, though he breezes past them almost before they can drop into the customary bow.

The throne room is almost full, people from the capitol city taking advantage of the king’s need for distraction to come and give him problems to solve while he waits for Anakin to return.

Or whatever he does when Anakin is away.

The room is small enough that Anakin can see Obi-Wan as soon as he steps in. The king looks resplendent seated on his throne, cape carefully folded around him, the blue and green color of his outfit standing out against the dark wood of the seat.

The Stewjon people are not those who value gold and jewels and overt symbols of power; this is something Anakin respects.

But Force, would his king look beautiful decked out in the regalia other planets pile on their monarch. 

Anakin strides forward to stand at the back of the line leading to the King’s dias. Stewjonian citizens line the halls, but the line itself is relatively short. Though it is fairly late in the day, so maybe Obi-Wan has been seated here for hours already. Anakin would know if his stubborn husband would just unblock his side of their bond and let him have access to his mind. 

He looks tired, Anakin decides as he shuffles forward and can see more of the details of his king’s face. There are shadows under his eyes, and though he is careful to give each person before him his full attention, Anakin can see him drooping with the effort of it. 

If he weren’t being so pissy, Anakin would use his princely privileges to march forward and drag his king up to their private quarters for a nice soak in their indecently sized bath. He’d even wash his hair for him and push him back onto their bed to ride him to completion. He wouldn’t have to do anything. Anakin would look after the both of them.

But Obi-Wan is angry with him about something, and he’s decided to block their bond, and Anakin can’t reward that sort of behavior, not when he feels as though he needs that bond to breathe. 

So instead of running his hands through his king’s auburn hair and stretching himself wide enough to take the sizable intrusion of Obi-Wan’s cock after three days of abstinence, Anakin is standing here. In line in front of his king. Ready to complain like everyone else.

Two people away from the front of the queue, Obi-Wan looks up from the woman in front of him—complaining about some sort of imagined cheese monopoly in the Lower Colsteph district that’s been affecting her sales—and locks eyes with Anakin. 

He tenses all over, shoulders straightening and eyes shuttering.

For a very scary second, Anakin is terrified that he’s actually done something quite terrible and he’s just forgotten. 

Can a person have selective amnesia twice in so little time? 

But no, he’s been gone for the past couple of days on an excursion Obi-Wan himself approved. 

It’s perhaps a measure of how much the people of Stewjon love their king that the person ahead of Anakin follows Obi-Wan’s line of sight, sees Anakin standing behind him, and immediately removes himself from the situation. 

Though to be fair Anakin doesn’t know what his face looks like right now, his own anger rising in his stomach at the sight of Obi-Wan’s aloof, diplomatic expression aimed in his direction.

The nerve.

“There was a line,” Obi-Wan points out blasely as Anakin moves to stand before him. 

“And now I’m in the front of it,” Anakin replies. “Won’t you hear my grievances, King Kenobi?” 

Obi-Wan’s eyes flash. “I’ve half the mind to dismiss the court. It’s been a long day already, sir.”

“Oh, yes. It must be very exhausting, sitting around in comfortable furniture for hours at a time. But I’ve flown all the way from Olijon to see you, sire.”

“How flattering,” Obi-Wan replies. “But careful, sir, I’m a married man.”

Anakin bears his teeth. “As am I. As it were, my husband is who I have come to complain about.”

The crowd of Stewjonians shift around Anakin, giving him a fair amount of space.

They’re very smart people, the Stewjonians are.

“Oh?” Their king asks.

“I seem to have married the most stubborn, most uncommunicative Stewjonian the Force has ever created. He would grind his teeth down to the quick before he let slip his own emotions unprompted.” 

“Hm,” Obi-Wan says. 

“For example, I believe he is grumpy with me at the moment, though I’ve had to piece together his anger as one may piece together fragments of a broken mirror: the image is imperfect, unclear, incomplete.”

“Hm,” Obi-Wan says. “Perhaps if you looked into a mirror, you would find the source of your husband’s ire.”

“Oh, don’t you dare claim my metaphor for your benefit—“

“Apologies, darling. I am a king. It is what we do.” Obi-Wan leans forward on his throne and looks down at Anakin, resting his hand on his chin.  “Let me ask you something.”

Anakin narrows his eyes and crosses his arms.

“How long have you been married to this terrible husband of yours?”

“I didn’t say terrible—“ Anakin starts to protest before the words freeze in his mouth. “Two years,” he says instead, a sinking feeling in his stomach.

“Exactly?” Obi-Wan asks, arching an eyebrow.

Anakin swallows. “To the day,” he admits. “Ah, fuck. But Obi-Wan, I—“

Obi-Wan stands with a swirl of his cape. “Then I suggest you rush back to Olijon post-haste. After all, I’m sure you want to spend your anniversary outside of court, with your love. I, for one, would have.”

Final judgment passed, he turns on his heel to exit through the side door.

Anakin, of course, will not allow this to happen. He uses the Force to hold the door shut as Obi-Wan presses his palm against it.

When Obi-Wan turns to look at him, nostrils flaring and real fury flashing in his eyes, Anakin inclines his head. “Court dismissed,” he prompts.

Obi-Wan clenches and unclenches his jaw before he waves his hand. “Court dismissed.”

There are murmurs of both protest and relief as the people around them start exiting through the main entrance, one Anakin throws open with another flick of his hand.

“And guards dismissed as well,” Obi-Wan snaps at the same time Anakin opens his mouth to remind him. He sends a wave of appreciation towards his husband in the Force, but the king is more blocked off than ever. 

When the throne room is empty save for them, Obi-Wan stalks back to sit on his throne as if this whole thing has been his idea. He crosses his left leg over his knee and rests his hands on the armrests of his throne. “Well?” 

“You let me forget our anniversary,” Anakin says, which doesn’t feel like the best foot forward at the very beginning. But it’s true. “You should have told me not to go on the trip to Olijon. It could have waited.”

“I’m not in the business of telling my husband what to do or not do,” Obi-Wan replies, as if he doesn’t take great joy from ordering Anakin around in bed.

Anakin’s raised eyebrow must convey this skepticism, because Obi-Wan huffs. “That’s different,” he says, crossing his arms. “That’s…pleasure. This is…”

When he doesn’t continue, Anakin takes that as an invitation to stride up the dias into his husband’s personal space. When that doesn’t feel close enough, he doesn’t hesitate to clamber into his lap, forcing Obi-Wan’s body to accommodate him.

“What is this, my liege?” Anakin asks, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Obi-Wan looks torn, shields weakening. They’ve never been in an argument yet that hasn’t petered out when Anakin shortens the distance between them.

“This is duty,” Obi-Wan says resolutely, even as his shields waver. “You needed to go to Olijon because as the prince and an accomplished engineer, Prince Set was expected to inspect the latest transport rig there. That was your duty. And mine was to let you go.”

“But you’re grumpy with me,” Anakin points out, shifting closer and bringing up one of his hands to start playing with the ends of Obi-Wan’s bangs, which just stick out under the weight of his crown.

Maybe this is what causes Obi-Wan to melt into him. Maybe it’s his pout as he does it. Maybe it’s just that he’s missed him as much as Anakin has missed being here with him. 

“I’m not,” Obi-Wan mutters, dragging a hand over his face before he settles it against the small of Anakin’s back. “Not least because kings do not get grumpy.”

Anakin snorts but doesn’t say anything. He does rock forward pointedly though. After all, if they can get through this conversation, nothing is stopping them from…celebrating their anniversary right here in the throne room.

“I have a duty to my people as their king, and in marrying me you have taken on a part of that duty. I cannot keep you away when you are called upon, no matter the day. I…” Obi-Wan‘s eyes catch with his and he curls his hand around the apple of Anakin’s cheek. “It’s silly to be upset that you have taken so well to the duties I have burdened you with.”

Anakin blinks at him, slowly processing his words.

“I may have a reputation for being a bit forgetful,” he tells his stupid husband, nuzzling forward until their foreheads touch and he can stretch to place a kiss on the thin bow of Obi-Wan’s upper lip, “but I do believe I married a man. Not a planet. If my memory serves me correctly, in fact, we weren’t even on Stewjon when we were married. And I believe I have never taken on Stewjonian royalty vows as prince consort—“

“That’s because you keep hiding in the woods whenever we try to schedule a cerem—“

“Which means, my very stupid and melodramatic husband,” Anakin braces his both his hands on his shoulders and leans back so that he can look him in the eyes. “That my duty first and foremost is to you, and it always will be.”

Obi-Wan huffs and shakes his head slightly, automatically. 

“Baby,” Anakin shakes his head back. “I left my family, my friends, my entire way of life thousands of parsecs away just so I could be with you. Duty means nothing in the face of love. Not to me; not when it comes to this love.” 

His husband exhales rather shakily and twines his hand through Anakin’s hair, hauling him forward and connecting their mouths.

Anakin has been waiting for this since his ship landed back in the boundaries of Stewjon proper. He angles his head and opens his mouth at the lightest touch of Obi-Wan’s tongue to his lip, granting him access he never truly has to ask for.

It’s his already to do with as he pleases. Anakin is his to do with as he pleases, and he tries to make sure Obi-Wan understands that as he deepens the kiss, lets his hands fist in the front of Obi-Wan’s shirt as he rocks down in his lap.

Obi-Wan groans when Anakin sucks on his tongue, tightening his hold on his hair and forcing him into a better position. Kissing his husband is always an amazing experience, but after being deprived of his kisses for a few days, it feels like there’s nothing better in the world than the slide of their tongues, the sound of their breaths, the taste of Obi-Wan bursting on his tongue.

Anakin wants more. When it comes to Obi-Wan, he always wants more.

It takes the slightest nudge against Obi-Wan’s mind for his shields to waver and fall to Anakin, and he wastes no time at all reclaiming his space and refreshing their bond. 

The Stewjonian healers had warned them both about bond sickness and unhealthy attachments, the Stewjonian impulse to possess and cling. But Anakin and Obi-Wan’s bond is strong and healthy,  a meadow filled with soft, dappled light. Nothing at all like the thorny, overgrown path that the healers had painted in Anakin’s mind.

And if they were ever to convince Obi-Wan to sever their bond under the guise of his duty demanding it, Anakin would kill them. Simple as.

Greedily, he wraps himself in the tendrils of their open bond, separating their mouths to pant against the side of Obi-Wan’s neck.

After a second to catch his breath, he starts licking and sucking at the skin beneath his lips.

Two years. It’s been exactly two years since they were married beneath the Fei’luka sun. 

“You’re the most difficult man in the entire galaxy,” Anakin murmurs, sitting back to look at his husband. 

Obi-Wan’s eyes are dark, pupils blown.  Anakin can feel the swell of his cock beneath his ass. It would be incredibly easy to sink to his knees right here, lift up the cloth of Obi-Wan’s kilt, and take that cock into his mouth. He knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that Obi-Wan would let him. That Obi-Wan would enjoy it. 

He’s enjoyed it before, spreading his legs to allow Anakin’s shoulders to fit between them while he lounges on his throne.

Stewjonians despise opulence yet love ceremony, and their king is the same. His throne is simple treated wood, masterfully carved yet lacking the adornments others affix onto their physical seats of power. Yet Anakin has always thought that Obi-Wan gets a special sort of enjoyment from Anakin kneeling before him on his throne, though he’s never gotten him to admit it.

Anakin certainly enjoys it, the weight of his cock in his mouth and the inescapable press of Obi-Wan’s hand against the back of his head, his liege and his king and the best damn choice Anakin has ever made exacting pleasure upon him as he takes his own as well.

“Darling,” Obi-Wan groans, “a little restraint would be much appreciated.”

“How can I practice restraint when all I can think about is the way you touch me? How good it feels. How very right. Two years of it, but Force, Obi-Wan. Force, how many more years do you think we’ll have?”

“It depends on how kind the Force is to its worshippers,” Obi-Wan’s eyes crinkle and he ghosts a kiss up his jaw. 

Anakin shivers. “I’m its child, baby. The Force fucking loves me.”

The space between their bodies evaporates as Obi-Wan crushes him to his chest, pulling him down so there’s no escaping the feeling of the hard line of his cock.

“Fifty years then,” Obi-Wan swears. “Perhaps a hundred.”

Anakin’s laugh is breathless as he rocks down, rubbing himself against his husband’s erection. “And how many years will it take for us to get to the point where I forget something and you just tell me?”

Obi-Wan stands, lifting Anakin up into his arms. If it didn’t make Anakin lose his voice, that display of strength and possessiveness, he’d say something clever about improper use of the Force.

As it is, he can only moan high and loud as Obi-Wan carries him towards the door to the side chamber.

“Oh, fifty years perhaps. Maybe a hundred,” Obi-Wan tells him, and Anakin kisses him quiet, as is his princely duty.

[new-anon]

"stewjon is space japan" "stewjon is space scotland"

fuck it. space japotland.....?? scotlapan??? (i guess this could also be a 'never a jedi' AU too)

[threebea]

Listen, Ray Park is Scottish, so I feel like somehow that needs to translate into Darth Maul being a half or quarter Stewjoni-Zabrak on his father's side since popular fanon is Stewjon is Space Scotland.

Consider: Stewjon isn't just a human planet and there is a very large zabrak population. Maybe former Dathomir male Zabrak that split from their community made a home there, or maybe that's where they originated from.

Does this change anything? No both Obi-Wan and Maul are raised Jedi and Sith respectively, and Maul, before Sidious showed up, was a Night Brother, but for fanfics I think it's a fun idea that could be expanded on.

Like they're distant cousins and they both are legally required to attend a funeral for reasons, or going into the stewjoni sithspawn aus, or they have an arranged marriage neither of them knew about between their families before they were even born. The first born Kenobi was to marry the second Oppress etc etc. YMMV.

[phoenixyfriend]

I’m actually interested on your thoughts on stewjon-or any other sci-fi or fantasy land- being “space!scotland”.

I’m Scottish, and it actually kinda turns me off of a fic? Like, it gives me an uncanny valley feeling?

Part of it is due to it, most of the time at least, leaning heavily on the English stereotypes of Scotland? Like. We’re not people who think and feel and integrate people from other cultures, we’re not our better social support and services than england, we’re not people who can enjoy the land *and* be modern people, no.

We’re tartan wearing redheads speaking in a “terrible accent” that can’t be understood, whispering about fae stories and superstition, simultaneously getting in fights in Glasgow and carving Glasgow grins, and huddling in stone huts playing bagpipes and carding wool.

It’s uh, dehumanising a bit. And I didn’t realise I had that big of a rant, feel free to ignore this I was just curious from how you were talking about the Moses!obiwan thing.

Context

That tracks! It's a wider problem that incidentally managed to get picked up and spread in a really unfortunate way by fandom, presumably in large part by Americans who Don't Know What They're Doing when they just want to, idk, fantasize about Ewan McGregor speaking in his natural voice.

I think a weird but important note is that, regardless of the Space Scotland thing, I don't usually see Stewjon portrayed, like... positively? It's a shitty background element (infanticide backstory with the barest explanation), a fantasy misogyny place (a lot of the royalty AUs, especially the omegaverse ones, and especially smut), or a general underdeveloped, low-tech, backwater nightmare (also usually used for the smut). I've seen combinations of all three, and it's a toss of the coin if the author includes the Space Scotland element in addition to the above.

(I've seen one or two that seem to take way more inspo from a mix of Imperial China and 17th century France, for instance, or just keep it vaguely European.)

Even the ones that I think try to do the Space Scotland thing respectfully, I can't really comment on because, uh, I'm not Scottish by any stretch and don't know what degree of what element is reasonable.

(I think I can sort of relate in terms of Serbian representation in Western media? Such as it is. Generally we get to be gangsters, sad orphans, an evil priest selling babies to aliens, vampire-inspired cannibals, or Belgrade gets to be a setting where there is literally not a single Serbian character. Not the same thing but I wanted to give some examples to explain why I feel I can relate when people talk about this sort of thing.)

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Obi-wan Kenobi

Send Me a Character Ask Game

First impression: Oh, look! A cool old wizard guy who cracks jokes and does really neat shit with a glowing sword! :D

Impression now: This is the galaxy's most traumatized sad man to ever sad and holy fucking shit he did not deserve to have ANY of this to happen to him, omfg.

Also, he's hilarious as fuck and I wish more people realized what a snarky bitch he actually is XD

Favorite moment: Fuck, this is difficult. There's too many moments.

I'm sure I'll think of more later, but a moment that's coming to my mind right now is when he kept trolling Maul while he was ACTIVELY TRYING TO KILL HIM XD

And basically every moment he's teasing Anakin. Obi-wan refuses to pass up any opportunity to be funny as shit pffttt

Idea for a story: The amount of Obi-wan centric WIPS I have, dear fucking god. Will they ever see the light of day? Who fucking knows. But yeah a good portion of my daily brain activity goes to rotating this guy in my mind like a microwave.

Favorite relationship: The Disaster Trio will forever hold a place in my heart. Man, they make me mentally ill.

Oh, and of course Codywan. I will always be a sucker for a leader and their right hand dynamic. These two drive me fucking bonkers, you don't understand. Anyway, I'm gonna go fucking cry now.

Favorite headcanon: Too fucking many to count. I'll just say I think it's hilarious the fandom decided Stewjon (Obi-wan's home planet) is Space Scotland, though. I have a WIP somewhere with that premise, I think.

I do like the headcanon that he's an avid tea drinker. Idk why, it just makes sense to me. That and that he's fluent in Mando'a/Mandalorian culture for obvious reasons :3c

I'm also a sucker for headcanons/AUs where Obi-Wan takes on Cal Kestis as a padawan. I just need the only two red heads in the entirety of SW to stick together XD

[voidartisan]

Even More Bonus Modern AU content

Jesse believes in Bigfoot and other select cryptids. All of his brothers think this ridiculous to varying extents but Kix will sigh and go to the tourist spots with him

Due to my Stewjon-is-space-Scotland headcanons, Obi-Wan was born in Scotland but raised in England in this au. At various points Cody's ringtone for him was the chorus of I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) and Anakin's was this (volume warning for the link)

obitine is ace4ace, ahsoka is bi, and korkie is bi/ace. anakin is the only straight person in the house

tup made cody an apron that says "please do nothing to the cook" in sunset aroace flag colors

hunter wants one

i can't find any good images of it but the vibe of fox and riyo's first date is the same as sunny and reaper's in Goblin: The Great and Lonely God (if you don't know what that is i'm sorry. there's no succinct way to properly describe it) except fox is slightly less awkward than reaper so he doesn't stare at the table the whole time.

ahsoka doesn't ever put people's actual names in as phone contacts and they’re indecipherable to outsiders

In the Bad Batch’s household, anyone who says something stupid gets lula’d. Omega is the sole arbiter of the lula bc no one would ever retaliate against her

Crosshair argues that Hunter is unfairly lula’d less than the rest of them but has no recourse for his grievances

[noturusualpotato]

So. This is my first post on tumblr for the occasion is grand and I had a need to share! After seven months of writing I have officially finished the first draft of that Jangobi fic that is like two standard novel length-long. I’ve never believed that I’m capable of finishing anything, but I repeat the first draft of Of Oaths and Promises is finished (well, there are like three scenes left to be written but I will add them in editing process). 🥹 The work is not done, countless edits are still to be made but it still feels monumental (like I’ve never finished anything properly, especially not a thing I’ve written on my own apart from one one-shot). Ugh. I’m proud of myself. Really.

I’m going to continue posting once a week because I have some other projects begging to be written and if I upped the schedule I would spend my whole writing time editing, but yeah we’re finally there!

My next thing is going to be much shorter (6 chapters or so?), alternative universe Jangobi with AgriCorps Obiwan and Boba being their biological child (because Stewjonians). Think along the lines Jango run off before he never knew about the kid (they might or might not meet on Hondo’s ship), there is sort of lost prince Anastasia situation involved (imagine Stewjon-Space Scotland but after like something akin to Russian Revolution) and Jaster being alive and like best grandpa. It will all make sense, I promise (it’s already in works on scrap paper cause I’m bored at work, lol😂). I will probably write it all before posting so. (And then we have modern au fine dining one coming! So like, stay tuned I guess?)

Thank you for coming to my TED talk and happy reading!

[s-c-g-s-c-g]

Friday Fic Recs

More one shot fic recs! Obi-Wan Kenobi appears in all of them. This time I'm focusing on the short fics, the one shots less than 1k words. There are some lovely stories to be found in less than 1,000 words. These are vaguely in order of when they would take place in the timeline.

To Keep One Company by Jedi_Joanna - Yoda & Obi-Wan Kenobi

Toddler Obi-Wan mistakes Yoda for a baby and helps him back to the creche. This one's really cute! Baby Obi-Wan is so earnest and helpful. I especially enjoyed the last few lines where Obi-Wan does his best at comfort.

Hearts Beat True by Lykkirykki - Qui-Gon Jinn & Obi-Wan Kenobi

A little moment between padawan Obi-Wan and master Qui-Gon. Stewjon is Space Scotland, which is always fun and there's singing! This fic is so sweet, I love little moments of fluff and this one delivers.

things the way we want them to be by virdant - Obi-Wan Kenobi & Leia Organa, Leia Organa & Anakin Skywalker

Teenager Leia and Obi-Wan talk in a no order 66 AU. This one is really emotionally resonant and continues to stick with me even months after I read it the first time. There's an ache of loss and mourning even in this universe where everyone lives through the tragedy and I love that, it really works. A note for any Anakin stans, this one is not positive about his parenting skills.

[rainintheevening]

57 for Qui-Gon and Rae-Lin

From my Promises of Fools AU (if anyone's curious, search the tag). Rae-Lin Jinn (formerly Kenobi) is one of my fave OCs. Here have this clumsy attempt at romance. Yes, Stewjon is Space Scotland, and I'm having fun with that.

100 ways to say ILY.

57. "There is enough room for both of us."

He was still there when the rain started, wandering through the heathgren, purposely aimless, and Rae-Lin covered her mouth with one hand, trying not to giggle.

It wouldn't have mattered; she was sure he knew where she was. He was a Jedi, he could see with more than eyes.

And yet, he couldn't see what to do about her.

Rae-Lin shook her head fondly, maternal amusement stronger than girlish fancies for the brief.

He'd come back, in the spring, just as he said he would. He made her father talk, made her mother laugh, made the rest of them smile knowing and cunning at her. He made Rae-Lin talk and laugh as well, but he also made her feel beautiful.

He was obvious as a caora in a cottage. To everyone, it seemed, but himself.

The rain thickened, and at last he turned and came slowly toward the closest tree, whose branches she peered through. His dark brown hair was almost black in the rain, hanging in a sheet down his back. He didn't mind getting wet, that was sure.

As he stepped under the tree's leafy branches, she lost her sight of him, though she could still hear him, boots rustling the grass.

She remembered suddenly, when she was a little girl, and she'd first found this hole in the hill, a hideaway from her brothers and their tossing friends. She'd never told her sister about it; she'd been too old to care by then. That was so long ago, she thought, and tried to swallow the pebble in her throat.

He wasn't one of her brothers, he was... too far away, down there in the grass. She didn't want to hide from him, she was tired of hiding things.

"Qui-Gon!" His name leapt from her lips, and she smiled at the sound. Leaning out a little farther, rain spattering the top of her head, she called down, "I'm up here!"

"And what am I supposed to do with this information?" Qui-Gon's tone was wry, but a laugh lurked behind it.

"Come up, of course." She laughed herself, not quite giddy, but sunny for sure. "Climb the tree up against the stone, and you'll find me."

"As you wish, lady." He often spoke like that, formal, but never cold. Rae-Lin liked it.

Qui-Gon's face appeared just below hers so suddenly, she started, and had to catch herself on the rocky edge.

"Ehh, stop being so fae there!"

"I assure you," Qui-Gon said seriously, blinking rain off his eyelashes, "I am flesh and blood, fully human."

The urge to lean down and kiss him right then and there—with his noble nose and the silver drops in his beard and his deep kind eyes—came like a cross wave, catching her off balance. But even as she tilted forward, a rock bit painfully into her hand, and she jerked back, hoping to the stars he didn't notice her blushing.

"It seems a small space." For once, he seemed hesitant, not watching her, so much as peering into the dark little cavern.

"Well." She took a deep breath, settled herself. "I've never had anyone join me before, but there is room enough for both of us."

He was, she realized as they carefully sorted limbs in the suddenly cramped space, right to question. He wasn't a small man, not Qui-Gon Jinn. All length and height, like the Ben Novis, big hands, big boots. And yet, he moved with such grace, easily folding himself past her and into the back of the rocky hole, knees tucked against his chest, as he leaned against the side wall.

Rae-Lin faced him, smoothing her skirt over her own knees, suddenly unable to look him in the face. She was acutely aware of his wet earthy smell, and the warmth he filled this wee space with. The way their legs were almost touching...

"You were right."

She looked at him, startled, and he smiled in the dim grey light. "There is room for both of us.

"And thank you," Qui-Gon added, "for inviting me up."

Rae-Lin relaxed then, her racing heartbeat slowed, and she found she was able to bump her knee against his in a perfectly friendly fashion. "And you're welcome."

The flutterwings in her stomach rose up, but she said it anyway, a little quiet, not looking at him. "I suppose I always hoped to share this with someone."

There was a long quiet then, both of them staring out at the rain, falling soft and silver over the hills.

[part 2]

[harukaspiegel]

[Stewjon!AU] Anakin is a bit confused about kilts and skirts...

[megamindsupremacy]

me: fun time travel fanfic idea!

me one day later: trying to google translate a Russian museum website that hasn't been updated since 2013 so i can learn more about traditional Russian distaffs

[tennessoui]

I know this might be a weird question, and I have no idea if anyone else pictures written dialogue in their head like I do, but do anakin, obi-wan, cody, etc have the same accents in ur AU fics as they do in Star Wars canon??

Like all this time I’ve been imagining Obi-wan being British, anakin being American (hayden is Canadian but I have no clue how US accents work lol) and the Fett brothers being Kiwi, but then I get confused bcs HOW did they get those accents (IS CORUSCANT THE STAR WARS EQUIVALENT TO LONDON!?!?!? BCS ALOT OF JEDI HAVE ENGLISH ACCENTS BUT NOT ALL OF THEM AND UGH MY BRAIN HURTS AND 😩🫣😵🤕😭)

anyway I’ve forgotten my original point and I think I need to lie down 😟

lol this is a fair question actually

so whenever I’m doing a fic that’s not gffa but modern but I’m trying not to make it American heavy or ANTK (America need to know), I like using the planets from Star Wars as cities and/or countries because everyone who is reading a prequels Star Wars fic probably knows what Coruscant or Naboo is supposed to look like vaguely and I don’t have to describe what it’s supposed to look like (descriptions of places, my loathed nemesis)

AND when I do that, I always describe obi-wan’s accent as coruscanti, but in my head it’s definitely just the way he sounds in the movies which is British

and like in that one story where Obi-Wan is king of Stewjon (space Scotland), he’s supposed to maybe have a stewjoni accent which would be space Scottish accent but then I really just only read it in my mind as his normal British accent, even if they were fuckin. Wearing space kilts. It was too ingrained in me.

BUT THIS IS ALL TO SAY: their accents are what they are in the shows/movies, regardless of where they’re supposed to be from…..and if it makes sense (aka Cody and Rex and obi-wan are basically raised together in PBATMB but you bet your ass they sound different in my head)

[phoenixyfriend]

So I was thinking about the “Stewjon is Space Scotland” tag on AO3 and “Shake that Bagpipe” by The Sidh came on my playlist and now I’m just thinking about Obi-Wan dancing in a kilt and playing space dubstep bagpipes and I don’t know what to do with this image.

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Cal Kestis

Send Me a Character Ask Game

First impression: A lost baby Jedi all on his own during the height of the Empire? Fuck, I'm gonna get so fucking attached to you.

Impression now: I've only had Cal Kestis for one day and if anything were to happen to him, I'd kill everyone in this room and then myself.

Favorite moment: I haven't been able to play Survivor yet :(

One of my favorite moments in Fallen Order is when he finally has the opportunity to properly speak with Merrin and he immediately sympathizes with her loss. I was really touched by how kind and respectful he was despite her many attempts to kill or maim him. His emotional maturity is one of the main reasons I love him so much.

That and his Force vision/confrontation with his former Master Tarpal. Seeing him accept his trauma and finally realize his Master's death was never his fault-he was a literal child!-fuck, that got to me. That scene had me sobbing so hard I had to pause the game to take a break.

Idea for a story: *cries in endless WIPs*

Favorite relationship: I love Cal's interactions with BD-1 and the Mantis Crew so much. I'm absolutely delighted he's no longer alone. And the fact that he's most likely the first Jedi to genuinely befriend a Nightsister tickles me to no end. I love Merrin so much, guys.

Favorite headcanon: Again, huge sucker for headcanons/AUs where Cal ends up as Obi-Wan's second padawan. Idk he has enough gremlin energy to fit right alongside the Disaster Trio imo pfffttt

Oh, and him being from Stewjon, too. Since, you know, gingers are apparently so rare in SW they might as well all be from Space Scotland XD

[voidartisan]

tfw you're trying to incorporate your "stewjon is space scotland" headcanons into your modern au but go a little too far and accidentally end up implying that obi-wan got a phd from harvard