#or maybe im blind

[tobibestcat]

no Asimov

[jedi-starbird]

Time Travel is my favourite trope and I think we need more fics where both Obi-Wan AND Qui-Gon time travel together because no matter when they get sent it's chaos. They're saving the galaxy and being physic flash-bangs to everyone around them.

like before Bandomeer?

The entire council is baffled to watch as Qui-Gon 'never taking a padawan again' Jinn has suddenly cut off his post-Xanatos depression tour to return to the temple and beeline to the creche with a frantic energy. His wild eyes immediately single out a fluffy, red-haired initiate.

"You." he exhales with a pointed finger, slightly ominous as he towers over the child. Said child starts vibrating with delight. "Me." he agrees, launching himself at the man. Qui-Gon drops to his knees with a thud that cannot be healthy. Obi-Wan's attempts to clamber into Qui-Gon's robes and maybe onto his shoulders is thwarted by the fact that Qui-Gon's massive hands are cupping Obi-Wan's tiny squishy cheeks. He stares at the initiate for a few minutes with an intensity that is starting to worry people.

Finally, "You're so small." Qui-Gon sounds like he might cry.

'What the fuck?' Plo Koon projects at Mace.

"I'm 9! That tends to be the case!" the child chirps back.

"You're nine." Oh. Ah. Qui-Gon's eyes are distinctively misty. He squishes the boy in a hug so hard he squeaks. Mace makes a series of gestures that imply the need for a head-scan. Depa obligingly drifts off towards the halls. Qui-Gon scoops the child up onto his hip and claims him as his padawan on the spot. The assorted council members and creche-masters burst into noise. Mace tells Depa to bring some space ibuprofen as well.

after Naboo?

Anakin is a little apprehensive of his place in both the order and Obi-Wan's life, but then one day Obi-Wan wakes up and is suddenly a lot less sad in the force?? In fact, if Anakin didn't know better he'd say he was almost giddy, but he's watched Obi-Wan try to pretend his world hasn't fallen apart for the past few months so it can't be that, right? And um, Miss Bant? He knows grief is a funny thing that affects people differently but he's pretty sure 'massive mood swing' and 'having full conversations with invisible people' is not...great? and you said to tell you if Obi-Wan got really weird in any way.

Anyway after a lot of medical exams, intense consultation with the archives, and a couple exorcisms, Anakin ends up being raised by his 'real' master and his ghost master. He is far more well adjusted emotionally and far less well adjusted for what counts as normal people behavior(not talking to thin air). When questioned on this, all he ever says is that he's talking to Qui-Gon. Isn't he...dead? Well, yes. Wait, he's a ghost? Ghosts are real? ...Well this ghost is real.

This starts a great number of existential crises among non-force sensitives and incredibly heated theological arguments amongst the Jedi. Whenever Obi-Wan is questioned on this, all he ever says is some variation of "the force got to know him for 5 seconds and kicked him back out." Mace backs him up on this even though that reasoning is technically blasphemous. Qui-Gon is having the time of his un-life. He's ascended to his final form, his sheer existence is a heresy, this is truly all he has ever aspired towards.

the Clone Wars?

The minute they get dropped back Qui-Gon immediately goes and haunts the shit out of Dooku. They have a signed terms of surrender and promise of info on the Sith Lord within the year. Only half of it is because Qui-Gon's giving Dooku complexes that are only perceptible to shrimp, the other half is because they now have a ghost spy that is not bound by the laws of physics nor spacetime.

Obi-Wan only nominally pays attention to this as he immediately goes and implements his 19 step seduction plan with Cody (he had to focus on something on Tatooine to pass the time). It fails. Spectacularly. Publicly. Ah right. Tatooine was not exactly the height of his sanity. Everyone in the GAR and temple is now riveted by High General and Councilor Obi-Wan Kenobi's attempts to go on a date with his Commander, who bats him away him like a particularly annoying stray and seems one bouquet of cactus away from committing mutiny. Anakin is worrying if it means his master knows about his secret marriage and this is some sort of really weird power play. (It is, but not in the way he thinks)

The next time Dooku goes after Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon spends a good few months appearing tear-stained at the edge of Dooku's perception and only communicating in terrible wails and discordant mutterings of 'padawan. my padawan. my little one.' 24/7.

"Wait, you're annoying Dooku into surrendering?"

"Oh no Anakin, we're crushing his psyche like a bug. :)"

[sweetpeachcobbler818]

i couldn’t see at all!!!!

[r3allywtf]

The pic of Essek was really dark but I wanted to up the brightness to see if there was anything and:

He's got his cloak in this shot! Ik its hard to see but this was the best I could manage

[clumsypuppy]

id fumble him so bad

[muchmossymess]

Ling!!!

[avocado62524]

##### 1 #####

Kaveh was mid-rant about the Akademiya’s latest architectural atrocity—some bureaucrat’s idea of “efficiency” that looked more like a glorified storage shed—when Alhaitham, eyes still on his book, murmured:

"A crime against aesthetics."

Kaveh’s tirade stuttered. He had just said that. Word for word.

"What?"

Alhaitham turned a page. "You said it."

Kaveh’s fingers twitched. Was he mocking me? But Alhaitham’s face was infuriatingly neutral, as if he’d merely noted the time.

"Obviously," Kaveh snapped. "Don’t parrot me like some—some trained bird."

Alhaitham’s fingers flexed against the book’s edge, just once, but Kaveh was already storming off, the echo prickling under his skin like a burr.

##### 2 #####

The cabinet jammed again. Kaveh yanked it open. Slammed it shut. It bounced back with a smug little click.

"Held together by spite and mold," he muttered.

Ten minutes later, Alhaitham folded a shirt in the living room and echoed, "Spite and mold."

Kaveh stilled mid-wipe. The dishcloth dripped onto the floor.

"Are you mocking me?"

Alhaitham didn’t look up. "No."

"Then why say it?"

"You did."

Kaveh’s jaw clenched. Liar. There was no reason for it. Unless Alhaitham was cataloguing his words, filing them away for future ammunition. He could see it now: Alhaitham, smug and composed, waiting to fling Kaveh’s own frustrations back at him.

Of course. Just another mind game.

##### 3 #####

His client wanted marble. For a budget build.

"Philistines," he spat into his tea.

That evening, Alhaitham stirred jaggery into his cup and murmured, "Philistines."

Kaveh slammed his hands on the table. "Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"You know what."

For a moment, Alhaitham didn’t speak. Then, lips parted slightly, as if tasting the word again.

Kaveh’s stomach twisted. He’s savoring it. Tasting victory.

##### 4 #####

Passing the study, Kaveh heard his own voice—or something that sounded like it:

"You dream in stone and scream in silence."

He froze. That line. From a sketchbook he’d tossed months ago.

The next morning, Alhaitham examined a cracked teacup and murmured, "Red is the color of overcommitment."

Kaveh stopped cold.

That wasn’t public. That wasn’t meant to be heard.

He’s stealing my voice, Kaveh thought, wild. He’s trying to wear me like a skin.

##### 5 #####

Kaveh shoved past him in the hallway. "You’re impossible."

Behind him, soft as a reflex: "You’re impossible."

Kaveh whirled. "That’s my line!"

Silence.

He jabbed a finger at Alhaitham. "Say it again. You’re impossible!"

And then—

Alhaitham laughed.

Not a scoff. Not a taunt. A startled, breathy sound, like it escaped without permission. His shoulders curled in, just for a second, before he schooled his face blank.

But Kaveh saw.

The way his eyes crinkled. The way his fingers flew to his mouth—too late.

No mockery. No calculation. Just—

Joy.

Kaveh’s chest cracked open.

Alhaitham straightened, already dismissive. "Don’t be dramatic."

But Kaveh’s theories lay in ruins between them.

##### +1 #####

That night, Kaveh heard it again through the study door—Alhaitham’s voice, barely audible, repeating those same damned words:

"You're impossible."

Kaveh stopped dead in the hallway. His first instinct was to barge in and demand an explanation. Why do you keep saying that? Why my words? What game are you playing? But something—some strange, unfamiliar hesitation—rooted him in place.

He exhaled sharply through his nose. Fine. Let Alhaitham mutter to himself like a weirdo. It didn’t matter.

Except—

Kaveh lingered. The way Alhaitham had said it just now… it didn’t sound like mockery. It didn’t even sound like a quote. It was quieter. Softer. Almost like—

No. That was ridiculous.

The usual irritation didn’t come. Kaveh rolled his eyes—and walked away, slower than he meant to.

[italyveneziano]

Obsessed with what America and England have going on in HetaOni. America's like "I keep having to watch my dad die from overusing his magic in past timelines and not knowing how to stop it is killing me inside but I'm not going to talk to him about it" and England's like "I can't seem to hold a conversation with my son without insulting him but I won't hesitate to use my dying breath to ensure I can protect him from beyond the grave"

[shokveyv]

you ever meet a person who is so radiant, you are struck dumb and unable to speak coherently?

[hwvalia]

getting back into rdr2 again 💖

[s4ndg3m]

[solhunder2]

Groovy, baby!

For @agent-calivide. Hope you like it! Thanks for letting me play with your awesome character concept <3

[thegreatyin]

Same spouse!!!

my personal headcanon is that every player with this item is married to every other player with it

that's hilarious. accepted

[mydirtyvalentine]

oh malevolent folks my mind is cooking up a blindfaith role reversal au.

oscar a detective, seeking answers about a strange case involving a blind priest who claims that the voice of an old god speaks to him-

[plasmara]

jay bragging ab being punctual in s2 always throws me off coz idk how ive somehow convinced myself he’s chronically time blind . Late to everything

[slanky-here]

(In)Correct fe3h quotes lovingly sourced from my dms with oomf through their playthrough of three houses for the first time