#and - through obi-wan - that connection to the jedi as his family too

[antianakin]

A question, if I may? Do you think Anakin, as he was when he first joined the Jedi Order in TPM, was doomed to fail as a Jedi, so to speak? In-universe, not out-of-universe meta. At that point, do you think it could have gone either way for him, in that he was still capable of becoming a Jedi? And may I be cheeky and ask for full details of why you think that, one way or another?

I've written a post about this before because my answer to this kind-of encapsulates my primary interpretation of Anakin as a character.

In case people don't want to click the link, I'll rehash it a little below.

I think Anakin never would've been a good Jedi because by the time you reach him in TPM, he's already the kind of person whose values and desires don't match up with the Jedi lifestyle. This doesn't make him a bad PERSON, at all, and he's entirely capable of getting a lot of good out of the Jedi's teachings. I think that Anakin was capable of really being able to HEAL through Jedi training, but that if he had been able to really learn from them the way he should've, he would've left the Order voluntarily eventually out of recognition that this life ISN'T WHAT HE REALLY WANTS. Anakin doesn't WANT to be as limited as the Jedi are forced to be by making themselves answer to the Senate and the Chancellor. Anakin DOES want to be able to prioritize the people he personally cares about (in the more normal way that people tend to do, not the genocidal way he does in canon).

And all of this is FINE. Honestly, I think this is the ultimate good outcome for Anakin, to spend enough time with the Jedi to allow their teachings to heal him from his past and give him control over himself to the point that he can pursue the life he really wants in a healthy way. I think Anakin was always capable of being an incredible person and the character we see in TPM is entirely capable of going either way on that, but no, he'd never make a good Jedi.

I also think that if Anakin had been found a much YOUNGER age, like 3 or younger, he'd have been perfectly capable of being a good Jedi. It would remove his attachment to Shmi and the way they had to live their lives, it would allow him to have a better foundation of Jedi philosophies, and it would help him to really see the JEDI as his family rather than constantly searching for a "real" family beyond them. This interpretation comes straight from Lucas himself, who has said that if Anakin had been found at a much younger age, he'd have been fine with being a Jedi, but that being found late was, in many ways, his first stumbling block towards darkness. And that's no one's FAULT, obviously (aside from perhaps the slavers who took Shmi), but it doesn't make it any less true.

Let me know if you want more details on my personal interpretation of this!

[heartofaskywalkerprincessleia]

Luke Skywalker is a hero for people with anxiety

(Contains spoilers from Episodes 4-6).

A lot of people relate to Luke Skywalker. He's down-to-earth, honest, and always strives for the light. Watching Star Wars again for the first time in a while, however, I realized something. When I looked it up on the internet, I was surprised that I couldn't find a lot of discussions about it. What do I mean? That Luke Skywalker suffers from anxiety.

The deleted scene from Tosche station, which I recently saw for the first time, sheds some light on this aspect of Luke's character. In the scene, we learn from Luke's friends that he panics easily. They're all chiding him for ‘again’ thinking that the Empire is coming. Even though he's just seen Princess Leia's ship fighting with Darth Vader's ship, his friends begin gaslighting him.

Someone online pointed out that this scene causes Luke's statement “there's nothing left for me here, now” to be more forceful. Upon finding out that his Aunt and Uncle are dead, Luke doesn't go to his friends for help. You wonder what his friends thought upon hearing that Luke's family had been killed by stormtroopers, right after he'd tried to warn them.

This aspect of Luke's character, and how he is treated by his friends, conditions him to not ask for help. In the ESB, as he's dying on Hoth, he never calls for anyone. If Obi-Wan hadn't shown up, Luke wouldn't have started calling out to him. If he hadn't started shouting, Han Solo wouldn't have seen him. 

This trend continues. Luke panics about things, but doesn't ask for help. Yoda tries to help him, getting him to relax and clear his mind. But, the vision of his friends worries him too much. He makes light of Obi-Wan’s warning that the Empire is after him for his talents. Luke is still holding onto what he told Biggs in the deleted scene from Tosche station–that the Empire will never draft him. 

During the fight on Cloud City, Vader acknowledges that Luke has learned to control his fear. Remember, Luke canonically gets so scared of the Sand People that he faints in the first movie. There's almost a parallel of that first moment, as Vader knocks Luke down and holds his lightsaber to Luke's throat just like the Sand People knocked him down before.

Luke has always gotten through things on his own. But, at this moment, he loses his hand. Losing his hand is symbolic of Luke losing the ability to do everything on his own. His father, who he always idolized and held onto, is evil. He's alone. He realizes that everyone was trying to protect him from this reality. Even his aunt and uncle let him think that his father was a hero, because it helped Luke to hold on. 

He finally reaches out to Leia. He finally forms a real connection with someone, which requires being vulnerable, and overcoming his fear of not being taken seriously. And, Leia rescues him. 

In the ROTJ, Luke tells Obi-Wan that he can't do this alone. He starts working with Han and Leia, and realizing that he is actually important to them. He trusts Leia enough to tell her that she is his sister, and that he has to save their father. 

But, still, Luke is trying to do everything on his own. He goes to face his father, and tries to be calm. He tries to avoid becoming angry. He tries to control the anxiety that got him ridiculed by his friends. The anxiety that led him to destroy Vader in his vision during his training on Degobah. The anxiety that he sees as his greatest flaw. 

But, he panics. He goes after Vader, and cuts off his hand. And, that's when he realizes it. 

All his life, Luke has wanted to be like his father. He praised himself for the positive qualities that are like his father. Being a good pilot. Being a Jedi (before he knew that his father was Vader). But at this moment, Luke looks at Vader's mechanical hand, and realizes that his father is just like him. His father is anxious. His father was scared, and overwhelmed once, just like him. His father didn't have anyone to turn to. 

Luke stands up to the Emperor, but that isn't what causes this scene to be so powerful. It's the fact that, as Luke is dying, he says the words his father once desperately wanted to say to someone.

“Help me.” 

“Please, help me.”

And Anakin, who wished someone would help him, who told Luke that it was too late for him, realizes that he can be that person for someone else. The pain he's gone through his whole life doesn't have to be passed on. He can save his son from the same fate. And he does. 

That's why Luke Skywalker is a hero for people who suffer from anxiety. Because he shows us the importance of accepting ourselves. Of self-compassion. Of reaching out to others. Of not being afraid to ask for help when we need it. And, if we do, we might just be that little spark of hope that someone else needs. 

May the Force be with you, always.

[frostbitebakery]

*Sliding credits over to you for more of your shadow Jedi Obi-Wan series because it's my new and current obsession*

:D Okay, this is rough but! Here you go!

“I’m here,” Mace says, reaching out to him. “We’re all here.”

Obi-Wan gasps, breaching through the water air light.

They embrace him, pull him closer and lending him strength.

Gentle claws push the hair out of his face. Master Koon. “Where are you, child?”

It takes too long to orient himself, priorities convulsing and twisting. “Coruscant. Almost there,” he taps, the Force carrying him upwards, closer to them as they all pull him closer. He’s so grateful they received his message and searched for him in the Force and their connection to each other. They’re his family—

Cody betrayed him.

It screams inside him, outside him.

“Something is wrong,” he manages to project. Cody betrayed him.

It hurts, hurts so deeply, throbbing spikes driven into his lungs. But there must be a reason. There must be a reason. Palpatine must hold something over Cody’s head, must force his hand with threats.

Cody’s loyalty is defined by his sense of duty, his unbreakable will to see the clones reach the other side of the war, by the people he loves.

Whatever Palpatine threatens him with… Obi-Wan will find a way to help him.

“Obi-Wan.”

He lets them sink into his memory, too weak to project or sign.

“Obi-Wan.”

They all will help. The Jedi will stop this war and put an end to Palpatine—

“Obi-Wan!”

.

“Now, who are you?”

.

The walls slam down around him, rushing by him up and down, caving him in, and he cries out, chokes out, as the Force is cut out of him.

Cody lets his hand fall back to the cot, Force suppression cuff clinking against the railing.

[vaguely-concerned]

Thoughts upon finishing Master and Apprentice! A good double read with Padawan; the ending of that leaving Obi-Wan slightly hopeful about his relationship to Qui-Gon makes for a very sad yet hilarious ‘Local Padawan loses last little bit of hope he didn’t even know he still had’ sort of vibe to the beginning of this one, which is set one (1) year later and Obi-Wan is So Done with Qui-Gon’s whole deal by this point (correctly btw). Also if you can’t tell already I will not be objective or free from bias in this because I love Obi-Wan so much and some of the stuff Qui-Gon pulled made me incandescent with rage on his behalf <3 let’s go

- 'oh obi-wan, you're so mature for your age, I keep forgetting you're only seventeen years old,' qui-gon says, word for word, repeatedly, in master and apprentice, apparently willfully deaf to the industrial-sized warning bells about their relationship dynamic that should probably be setting off in his head. qui-gon believes in vibing with the living force and being in the moment right up until the moment requires him to pay attention to the kid he's raising for more than oh, one and a half minutes of self-effacing inner monologue and then he's like 'well unfortunately there is simply no time for that right now there are prophecies to be pondered'. (the fact that the admission that obi-wan has essentially been left to raise himself emotionally and the resigned reframing of that as 'and maybe that is a good thing!' is part of the olive branch they extend to each other towards the end... will my sadness never end)

- most of all it's so heartbreaking to me that qui-gon seemingly never understands just how much obi-wan as a person is rooted deeply in shame. I don't think that's a feeling that's particularly prevalent in qui-gon's own inner world so he doesn't recognize how central it is in obi-wan's psychology and completely misunderstands and misaligns with him again and again and again and then gets annoyed with obi-wan for that, thus making the shame even deeper. doubly painful because he does see the way rael lives so much of his life out of shame now and feels sad about it, but can't see the way he's contributing to obi-wan doing so. this is what fucks me up so bad about the generational trauma in star wars -- no one here meant to be cruel. for all his faults I do think qui-gon does love obi-wan and doesn't mean to hurt him. but the original sin of the prequels as far as I'm concerned is qui-gon tenderly drying away obi-wan's tears as he's dying even while completely failing to see him, his eyes too fixed on anakin's future to actually be with obi-wan, who's there right now and needs him.

these are simply very different people trying and failing to understand each other, and the harm that can still happen in that… 'if you love me, you don't love me in a way I understand', all the way through the disaster line, even when the love is there, it is there, that’s what hurts the most, it just doesn’t reach where it’s needed, there’s a connection that doesn’t happen. (ironically I think ahsoka doesn't doubt that anakin loves her, it's just uh everything else that went down. so y'know family curse broken! new even more fucked up curse achieved now with more child murder. I mean there already was some child murder in this family but anakin upped the game exponentially) 

- a lil guy who's basically tarzan except the gorillas are replaced with protocol droids and then he becomes a jewel thief is one of the funniest star wars concepts I've ever heard and I hope pax and rahara get to pop up in more star wars media, they’re great fun. (also an idea I think would be super fun to make a character/campaign around in Edge of the Empire or something, everyone playing different droids and then one person being robo-parented lol) 

- was not prepared to have rael posit a theory of what essentially seems to be the jedi version of predestination in his despair, but I do love to see it haha. especially interesting since he, qui-gon and dooku must be among the people alive who've studied the prophecies in most depth, and they've all reached different conclusions -- dooku decides to join the war of light and dark on the side of dark for some reason, qui-gon (possibly the stubbornest fucker the jedi order ever produced) 'turns towards the light not to win some great cosmic game, but because it is the light', and rael in the middle falls into the depressed apathy of 'it doesn't matter what we do here, the outcome is already decided; for there to be true balance there has to be as much dark as light in the world so we're fucked'. but in the end he does take qui-gon's words to heart and turns towards the light rather than accepting dooku's offer, even if he might not believe it makes a difference in the long run. man I love rael. hobo-looking sonofabitch living in a castle for eight years will just suddenly fling out some deep jedi theology huh

- master rael 'I'm gonna make up for the big terrible mistake I made on accident by making an even bigger more premeditated mistake on purpose' averross (affectionate)

- the added layer to dooku’s fascination with prophecy after reading dooku: jedi lost — that his best friend in the world was a seer who couldn’t turn it off and it destroyed him……….. dooku you’re not getting him back if you just understand what he saw you know that right

- the more I read of master and apprentice the more I realize that the reason yoda and qui-gon don't get along is that they're two of the judgiest bitches the jedi order ever produced. They’re like two cats scowling judgmentally at each other from opposite sides of the room pretending to live and let live while going ‘you’re wrong tho’ internally. 

- I dunk on him constantly (not entirely without affection, however grudging), but Qui-Gon is genuinely a really interesting character. He’s so… he’s so. He’s infuriating but he’s infuriating in an equidistant sort of way. You feel me. He’s pissing everyone off equally and he just doesn’t care because again, he’s the stubbornest judgiest bitch around and thinks he’s right all the time. I would be free to just enjoy his ornery ‘no actually I’m right about this’ ass and the chaos he wreaks so much more if Obi-Wan didn’t have to live with the emotional consequences of it lol. 

- poor rael closing in on fifty with his puriteen middle-aged little brother clutching pearls about his getting laid once in a blue moon fhdskjahfas. again a really interesting insight into different ways of interpreting the jedi code, though, I love seeing the jedi not be an ideological monolith. to be fair to rael, having sex sometimes does seem to be the indulgence he has that causes the least conflict with his principles or loyalties so you know what honestly force speed you my friend why not. (and then there's qui-gon 'noooo sex is only okay if you're In Love (implied: like I was)!!!' jinn lmao. I wonder what he'd think of anakin and padme's relationship, would that pass the 'being sufficiently purely in love' test for him) I do like how consistently it’s shown that rael doesn’t mean to be cruel or unkind in anything he says, he always notices something landing too close to home and then pulls carefully back from it instead of pushing on. He seems to be the emotional intelligence powerhouse in this lineage (as long as he doesn’t have his feelings too tangled up in something, at least). 

Dooku: jedi lost also shows us that dooku absolutely knows rael is out there in the galaxy laying pipe and is, at worst, softly amused by it. So in this little family unit it’s only qui-gon losing his mind over it fjsdkafa I’m so used to having qui-gon be the wild card maverick compared to obi-wan ‘*in tears* but what are the RULES master’ kenobi, it’s so fucking funny that within the context that raised him he’s the stick in the mud 

I guess. the book also had a plot and it was not bad! some interesting insights about how the republic interacted with the big corporations and just how fucked everything already was by this point. I'm a pretty character-driven reader so that's what sticks with me for the most part

- obi-wan’s big teenage rebellion here being that sometimes. Occasionally. When he really loses his temper and gets hot under the collar. He’ll say something slightly passive aggressive out loud instead of keeping it contained inside his head. And qui-gon still can’t handle that gracefully AT ALL he snaps right back fdjskfhas. (I guess he also snitches on qui-gon to the council but well, you know, qui-gon was breaking republic law pretty brazenly at that point I think that moves beyond teenage angst and into ‘...master that’s a wholeass felony’ territory). Obi-Wan does go for a couple of low blows, but like. Nothing that’s not actually true, is the thing. And mostly he blames himself for not being good enough, because surely if he were qui gon wouldn’t treat him like this. Augh. hngh. Pain. suffering. 

- I am not one of the people who think everything would have automatically been just hunky-dory if only qui-gon lived and could have been anakin's master (in fact I would have given it a 50/50 chance of going exponentially worse way faster; being more similar as people is not always a guarantee that a relationship will go smoother and qui-gon is an incredibly difficult man to be close to for any length of time), but the way this book basically presents how the dynamic between dooku, rael and qui-gon could have gone on in the next generation too... it would have been incredibly unfair to obi-wan (as always I think that's just an universal constant lmao) but I think the odds of it turning out okay would have been better if you had him in the mix to run crisis control for both qui-gon and anakin, as he does for each of them individually as best he can anyway. at least he could have been free to be anakin's brother and friend purely in that scenario, without all the added mess of grief and having to take on a parental role there so young. he does basically fill that role in ahsoka's apprenticeship, after all.

- qui-gon finally hugging rael before he leaves the planet (and especially since when they were younger he wanted to, but held himself back from it)... that's still his big brother even with all the shit that's happened since ;_____; when someone teaches you how to swim (literally and symbolically) that shit stays with you I suppose

Relatedly: DOOKU getting hugged, and gladly. What the fuck. Are you all seeing this shit. I’m gonna cry or laugh I’m not sure which one why am I emotionally invested in the galaxy's most problematic grandpa now this sucks

[vibrantbirdy]

Hiii. Firstly, I just want to say how much I LOVE your work. I think you’re fantastic!

I was hoping to request an Obi-Wan Kenobi x Senator or Princess female reader (always a sucker for this). Maybe Clone wars or pre- ending of Revenge of the Sith. Peppered with Obi-Wan denying his feelings for the sake of the Jedi code, and then confessing true emotions in the Kenobi series era. (gotta love angst with some feels after a whole lot of yearning).

Thank you so much 💙

Thank you so much for your kind words and this wonderful request. I was so excited to write for Obi-Wan as it's been years since I have, and it's really cool to write for him in the wake of the Kenobi series. So thank you for this lovely prompt and I hope this is the sort of thing you were looking for.

(Requests for Character x Reader fics are currently open in my Asks. Please read the guidelines first.)

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Title: Relics Fandom: Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga Setting: Pre the Phantom Menace to post the Kenobi Series. Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Minor Angst Warnings: mild/moderate sexuality; mild references to Reader family losses due to old age; mild references to the Empire being baddies and doing baddie things Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Princess Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: c.5k Author's Note: It's late and I need to proofread this properly, sorry for any mistakes in the mean time!

Summary: You and Obi-Wan Kenobi have a connection that spans decades as your lives intersect throughout the years. Will you find each other again in the most unlikely of places?

Now

Inevitably, the Empire discovered that you have been siphoning off funds to various Rebel factions across the Galaxy for years. As Queen of Vitis, you planned to stay on your home world and face the consequences of defying the Imperial tyrants with your people.

But your Bodyguard, loyal to a fault, had other ideas. The night before an Imperial delegation was set to arrive, your Captain of the Guard, Old Paltrum, hired a bounty hunter to abduct you from your chambers in the middle of the night and drop you off somewhere "safe." This apparently meant any random, obscure world in the Outer Rim of the mercenary's choosing.

Seemingly, the desert planet of Tatooine was the farthest flung rock in the Galaxy that the brute could think of.

At night, you dream of home. Of Vitis. A beautiful planet, full of lush forests and green meadows where wildflowers gleam through the grass like little jewels.

Too often, these dreams turn to nightmares and you watch, helpless, as the rivers run red with the blood of your people and the Imperial flag flies like Death's victory banner above the royal citadel.

You fear you'll forever be known as the Vitisian Queen who abandoned her subjects in their most desperate hour of need.

Tatooine is not like home. The heat during the day is a constant, inescapable blanket of oppression. No matter what you do, the sand works its way into your eyes, between your teeth, into your clothes and tracks its way all the way through the small one room home you managed to purchase with the few credits Paltrum obviously appropriated for you from the palace treasury. And you are always so thirsty, no matter how much water you consume.

Still, you have been on the desert planet for almost three months now, and despite your belligerent determination not to, you are beginning to settle and acclimatise. Slowly.

You like Tatooine best in the evening, just as dusk falls. It's cooler and there is a rare, strange beauty to be found as the twin suns set in the sky which turns from blood red to pink to purple and finally to a deep, midnight blue.

You make your living selling the clothing you make at the stall you have acquired in the market in Mos Eisley. It is mid-afternoon when you catch sight of a man you know walking across the far side of the square. You jump up from your stool, knocking it over in your haste and sending your weaving unravelling to the floor.

Ducking and weaving and apologising to the people you bump into, you track the man making his way across the market through the obstructions of clothing and clutter and trinkets hanging from the stalls of your neighbours' and your own.

Your heart leaps. It is him. Obi-Wan Kenobi.

What is he doing here? Of all places.

You want to run to him, to call out his name but something stops you.

He looks older. Of course he does, it's been over a decade since you last saw him. But that's not it.

The Obi-Wan you remember carried himself with a charismatic air of confidence which, on other men, could easily have been perceived as arrogance. But Kenobi was always able to temper this with his good humour and dignified manner.

Now, he looks downtrodden, smaller, as if he's been on Tatooine so long that the years have started to grind him into the sand. His once well kempt hair and beard are scruffy and his dirty, torn clothes are little more than rags.

You are suddenly struck by the idea that he might not want you to see him like this. Then, you think about what happened to the Jedi Order and the rumoured purge said to have been commanded by the Emperor himself.

Obi-Wan must be in exile or in hiding. Just like you.

With this revelation, you are paralysed by indecision. By the time you come to the realisation that you can't let this chance to reunite with him slip away, he is already gone.

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30 years ago

The Republic have sent a diplomatic envoy to Vitis to discuss with leading politicians from the surrounding worlds the increasing Separatist pressure on the system's trade routes. The delegation of two Jedi, Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his young apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi, arrive at the Vitisian royal citadel early in the morning.

Although you really think you should be sitting at the table with the other delegates, you've reluctantly agreed with the wishes of your parents, the King and Queen, to show Obi-Wan the palace grounds and some of the countryside beyond.

He's a young man about your age, probably eighteen or nineteen. Upon first introduction, you get the distinct impression that he feels like he should be present at the discussions too. But, following a brief period of stilted conversation as you lead him through the palace and out into the lush gardens, it quickly becomes apparent that you and Obi-Wan just click. Any interest in trade or commerce is soon forgotten by both of you.

When he speaks, his pronunciation is clipped and proper, but his voice is full of a charming vitality. He has a graceful, purposeful physicality and moves his body with a self-assuredness many young men his age don't seem to possess quite yet. And he's handsome. He has an open, honest face with well-proportioned features, adored with two impossibly bright blue eyes. He has sandy coloured hair which, apart from a small pony tail at the back of his head and a long, thin braid that runs down behind his ear and to his chest, is cropped short.

As you walk through Vitis's lush, green surroundings together, the conversations flows easily. You notice that he has a perpetual, good-natured smirk on his face, as if he constantly has an amusing quip on the tip of his tongue. Sometimes he speaks these out loud and his blue eyes twinkle with mischief.

His little barbs are never unkind. In fact, you find it refreshing, the way he makes you think on your feet in an effort to fire out your own witty retorts.

One time, you're too slow to think of anything clever to say, so all you can think to do is to pull, gently, at the strange braid affixed to the side of his head.

"What's this?"

What's what?" He asks with mock ignorance, and you shove him playfully.

"It's my Padawan braid," he explains, "It signifies that I'm not yet a Jedi. Once I've completed the trials, I'll cut it off as part of the ceremony when I become a Knight."

"Oh," you say, faltering.

It all sounds rather meaningful and symbolic.

"I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have..."

He smiles reassuringly.

"It's ok, I have a bad habit of tugging at it myself when I'm nervous."

Hours have passed and you've wandered all the way through the grounds as far as the great lake before either of you notice the time. You take the short cut back through the woods and past the gargantuan Whispering Tree, which stands sentinel like a great, leafy guardian on the border of the royal forest.

Obi-Wan stops to admire the tree, his eyes following its massive trunk and he cranes his neck in a futile attempt to try and get a glimpse of the top as it disappears into the canopy. The tree is putting on a magnificent show today. Its peculiar white leaves are dazzling in the sunlight and the pale silver bark shines like precious metal.

"What is it?" he asks, his voice filled with awe, "I've never seen a tree like it."

"It's called the Whispering Tree because of the noise it makes in the wind. It sounds like someone speaking. It's the only one left of its kind - a white Vitisian Birch. Traditionally, first born royal daughters are charged with its care," you run a hand against the smooth bark fondly," and that happens to be me."

Obi-Wan smiles almost absent-mindedly as he presses his palm against the tree and closes his eyes.

"Are you talking to it? Using the Force?" You ask, excitedly, "What's it saying?"

"That's not how it works," he chuckles, but he stops immediately as he sees your cheeks redden and realises that you're embarrassed.

"Uh, but if it could talk," he continues, earnestly, "It would say that it feels very lucky to have someone like you to care for it."

You beam widely at him and, unable to stop yourself, you lean in and plant an impulsive kiss on his lips. At first, he stiffens, his eyes wide in surprise, but then he seems to melt into you and you feel a thrill of excitement course through you as his lips start to move against yours.

"Obi-Wan!" A stern voice makes you both jump and you leap away from each other as if you've been electrocuted.

The tall figure of Obi-Wan's mentor is striding towards where you are standing at the tree line, his Jedi robes and long silver hair billowing in the breeze together making him seem even bigger and more imposing.

"Master Qui-Gon..."

"You were supposed to escort the Princess to dinner an hour ago!"

"I know, Master, I'm sorry..."

Obi-Wan starts to explain, but Qui-Gon Jinn cuts him off abruptly.

"I don't want to hear it."

Side by side, you and Obi-Wan traipse silently back to the palace behind Master Jinn. You find yourself having to scurry to keep up with his long strides, but Obi-Wan appears to be used to it.

He looks rather crestfallen following Qui-Gon's admonishment, and you reach out to touch the back of his hand lightly with your own. At first, he doesn't look at you, instead just allowing the corners of his mouth to lift slightly as he runs his knuckles back and forth against your own.

Then, you exchange a sheepish, secret smile, behind Master Jinn's back, before breaking the touch and you both return your gaze to the ground with suitably chastised expressions.

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It becomes apparent over dinner that Master Jinn, mercifully, has not informed your parents of your little indiscretion with Obi-Wan. You don't know what story he has concocted to explain your tardiness, but you are grateful for it.

Over the course of the evening, as you observe him, you realise that Qui-Gon Jinn is a kind man. Although he appears slightly terse with Obi-Wan to begin with, his manner softens as time goes on and to you, the relationship between the two Jedi seems almost akin to that of father and son.

Although you still feel a guilty, watching the two Jedi helps soothe your worries that Obi-Wan might face some severe reprimand on account of your actions.

Soon, it is time to see the guests off and the Jedi delegation is last to leave. You take advantage of the long conversation Master Jinn and your father apparently couldn't possibly have finished over dinner to say goodbye to Obi-Wan.

"I'm sorry, did you get in trouble?" You say quickly and quietly into his ear as you give him a formal, chaste kiss farewell on the cheek. "Yes, but it was worth it," he whispers back and a wide, boyish grin spreads across his face as he pulls away.

You can't do anything other than return it, and you look at each other for just a moment longer before he gives you a courteous nod of his head.

"Goodbye, Princess."

"Goodbye, Obi-Wan."

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Now

You next see Obi-Wan a few weeks after your first glimpse of him at the market.

You almost approach him this time, but again, something holds you back.

He is heading towards Mos Eisley's space port and he has a more purposeful stride to his walk than when you last saw him.

Yet it's still not the walk of the composed, dignified man you once knew. In fact, his sense of urgency seems alarmingly close to panic.

Presumably, he is going off-world for some reason. He's not carrying much with him.

You hope he'll be back.

******************************************************** 12 years ago You are arriving on Coruscant, the sprawling city covered planet at the heart of the Galaxy, the seat of the Republic's power. Your father has sent you to make a representation to the Senate to officially declare an end to Vitis's neutrality.

It's not what you or your people want. But the Separatists have been pushing in on Vitisian interests on all sides in the past several months, disrupting trade routes, placing droid garrisons on nearby worlds, even muscling in on mineral mining operations on several moons within the Vitisian system. There is now really is very little choice. Vitis needs the protection of the Republic.

As you step off your ship, Obi-Wan Kenobi, now a Jedi Master, strides across the landing platform to greet you. You are so high up it gives the impression that the Coruscant sun which hangs large and low and golden in the sky behind you is about to swallow you whole. There is a strong breeze, which catches your hair and sends the flowing train of your green travelling dress snaking into the air like an emerald river.

Obi-Wan has grown into a fine looking man, tall and broad shouldered. He is clothed in traditional Jedi attire, a long brown robe draped elegantly over a cream tunic, fawn pants, and knee length, brown leather boots. His sandy hair is neatly cropped at the back and sides, with more length on the top and he had grown a distinguished golden beard since you last saw him.

"Princess," he says with a warm smile, those piercing blue eyes of his just as full of life as you remember.

"Master Kenobi," you respond, beaming, as he stoops to kiss you on both cheeks.

You'd been concerned that, in the almost two decades since you last saw him, his long years at war in service to the Jedi might have dulled that bright spark you so admired in the young man you once knew.

But you needn't have worried. As he escorts you to your chambers within the accommodation wing of the grand Senate building, you find yourself falling back into easy, cheerful conversation with him, as if no time has passed at all.

Obi-Wan's youthful spirit is still present but it has evolved into a sort of refined, contained exuberance that sits elegantly on him. He is as quick to laughter as ever and the eloquent wit he possessed even as a boy is just as sharp.

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You are sitting in the lavish parlour of the rooms you've been assigned. It is a fine suite, decorated in bright colours with a beautiful view out across Coruscant's endless cityscape. The arching floor to ceiling windows let in as much natural light at the metropolis' towering spires will allow.

Suddenly, you wonder what it would feel like to kiss Obi-Wan again, now that he has that dashing beard.

"Princess?"

Obi-Wan is standing at the sideboard, holding a steaming teapot and a glass mug out towards you. From the amused, questioning look on his face, you get the distinct impression that he has proffered the beverage more than once.

"I apologise, Master Jedi, I was parsecs away, yes please."

"Oh really?" he asks, conversationally as he drops into the lounge chair opposite you, and hands you the glass vessel across the low, marble table, "Where were you?"

"Well, I was actually thinking about when we first met, do you remember?"

It's not quite a lie.

"How could I forget?" He laughs, "Master Qui-Gon was furious with me."

A shadow of uncharacteristic sadness suddenly passes over his face.

Remembering the rumours you have heard of the violence of Qui-Gon Jinn's death at the hands of a mysterious, fearsome warrior, you put down your tea and reach across the table to take Obi-Wan's hands in yours.

"I was so very sorry to hear about Master Jinn, Obi-Wan," you say kindly.

"Thank you, it was a long time ago now."

He smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. He squeezes your hands gently before he stands up.

"I'll let you get settled."

Obi-Wan makes for the door and as he reaches for the handle, he turns and grins at you disarmingly.

"It really is very good to see you again, Princess."

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You had only planned to stay on Coruscant for a week. However, politics being as they are, you have ended up staying for much longer.

One day, during a gap in the Senate proceedings, Obi-Wan takes you to visit the magnificent Jedi Temple. He wants to show you the terraced garden, knowing that you are missing the greenery of Vitis.

It is a paradise. You can't believe that at the centre of this endless cityscape is this bubble of serenity. The variety of plants that are grown here, the vibrancy of the colours, the wonderful aroma of a hundred different blossoms all intermingled - it makes you giddy.

You and Obi-Wan stay in the gardens for hours strolling and conversing and sitting together, then strolling some more.

"Strange how so many years have gone by yet I feel as if no time at all has passed between us," you say plainly as soon as the thought pops into your head.

You don't mean it to sound quite so romantic, but then you realise you really don't mind if that's how Obi-Wan choses to interpret it.

"I feel the same," he agrees and you are surprised to see a hint of bashfulness in the smile he offers.

You allow the back of your hand to graze against his. He turns his head and raises his eyebrows at you, an amused smirk of recognition on his face. He runs his knuckles along yours as he once did so many years ago.

Unlike then, Obi-Wan allows his hand to stay resting against yours this time and you walk like that, not quite hand in hand, through the vast gardens of the Temple long after the sun starts to set and the descent of the cool, evening air releases the sweet, heady scent of Coruscanti night blossoms all around you.

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The month you have spent on Coruscant has been stressful, busy, and filled with difficult negotiations and decisions which weigh heavily upon on you. Your father is in ailing health, ever since the death of your mother, and you know that soon you will be Queen. It is not a thought you relish, but now, at least, you know that when you take the oath to serve your people for the rest of your life as sovereign, you will be able to do so knowing you can hold your own on their behalf in the Rancor's den of the Republic Senate.

Yet, aside from all the worry, this has also been one of the happiest times of your life. When you are not working, and when he is not galivanting off-world on some Jedi business or another, you have spent every moment you can spare with Obi-Wan.

When the time finally comes to leave Coruscant, Obi-Wan volunteers to escort you back to Vitis. You'd sent Paltrum home weeks ago, poor old sod. City air has never agreed with him and you just knew his wife, Ina, would be worried sick about him.

As you finally land back on your home world, it is amid thunder and lightning. It is perhaps the most violent storm you've seen on Vitis in a decade.

You almost can't believe it when you and Obi-Wan step off the ship and see Old Paltrum soaked through, standing sentry at the palace doors.

"Paltrum, get inside, for the love of the Maker!" You scold the ancient Captain as you approach.

Obi-Wan is holding his cloak over your head in a valiant effort to keep you dry, but it is making not one bit of difference and you can feel the water seeping through your travelling clothes and into your bones.

"It's always been my job to watch for you, your Highness, I'm not about to stop now," Paltrum responds indignantly and you feel a pang of guilt for your rather patronising tone.

"I know, thank you, Captain," and you have to shout over the roar of the wind and the lashing rain, "It's late. I'll see my father in the morning, don't disturb him."

"As you wish, my lady," Paltrum says with a gracious nod, and you stifle a laugh as a deluge of water floods off the peak of his cap with the motion.

The Captain turns to Obi-Wan as he opens the huge, ornate doors to let you through.

"Master Kenobi, there are guest quarters ready for you in the east wing."

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Obi-Wan does not go to the east wing. Instead, you lead him towards your own chambers. Someone, thankfully, has lit a fire in your sitting room and you both sit cross-legged on the rug on the floor as close as is possible next to the roaring flames.

You've each taken off your sodden outerwear. If possible, Obi-Wan looks even more dashing wet through, his light undershirt clinging to his muscled torso underneath.

Neither of you have spoken since you sat down and as you both watch the flames from the fire reflect in the other's eyes, a tension-filled silence fills the room and sets your heart racing until you think it might burst.

When you can bear it no longer and you see no point in prolonging further pretence, you grab Obi-Wan by the front of his shirt and pull him into a kiss. It is not like your first, so many years ago. This is a deep and passionate embrace, full of desire. He responds immediately to your touch this time, his lips crashing almost roughly against yours.

The Jedi's hands are round your waist, at the nape of your neck, the small of your back, tangled up in your hair, seemingly all at once. You start to unbutton the fastenings on his shirt, tearing at them with one hand, while the other travels urgently down his chest towards his abdomen.

Suddenly, Obi-Wan leaps to his feet and turns his back to you, his broad shoulders rising and falling rapidly. As you've seen him do so often in recent weeks, he brings a hand to his face and rubs his beard. You think this new habit has probably replaced the old one of tugging on his Padawan braid.

"Have I upset you?" you ask quietly, the sting of confusion and rejection, worrying its way under your skin.

"No, Princess," his voice is an earnest whisper as he sits back down in front of you, grasping your hands in his, "Never."

"I still dream of that kiss we shared all those years ago," he admits suddenly, his voice low and full of longing.

Obi-Wan cups your face gently in his hands and looks at you, brows furrowed with emotion, his gaze penetrating right through your soul and setting it aflame.

"Now, seeing you again after all these years, I dream of what it would be like to hold you, to share your life, to....share your bed. These past weeks, I have yearned for you, you must know that."

Your foreheads are touching now, your nose presses into his face, and your fingers are suddenly entwined in his wet, golden hair. You can feel his heart raging against his chest as if it is fighting to escape, just as your own is.

"Obi-Wan..." you say, open-mouthed against his cheek, breathless with need for him.

He closes his eyes and brushes his lips against yours, but he doesn't quite allow himself to kiss you. Instead, after a moment of breathing each other in and out, he pulls away gently.

"But that's all they are," his voice has returned to it's usual refined timbre, "I'm sorry, but they are just dreams. It's all I can allow them to be."

His words are like a thousand tiny knives to your heart and you can't help feeling how cruel it was of him to give you hope and then tear it away like that. You stand up sharply and walk to the window, gazing out onto the storm raging across Vitis, a mere spring shower compared to the tumult now roiling within you.

"You must understand, I have pledged my life to the Jedi Order..."

"You were a child when you made that pledge..." you scoff and you despise the bitterness in your own voice.

He walks across the room to join you and puts his hand on your shoulder.

"All the same. It is made. And now we are at war. I have obligations, I have responsibilities to the Order and to the Republic"

You turn to him and place your hands on his broad chest. His heartbeat has slowed and you know you are losing him. It's like he's flicked some internal switch and raised a barrier between you.

"Then let us have each other, just this once," you whisper urgently, emboldened by desire and the fear that this chance to love him as you've always wanted is slipping away forever.

Obi-Wan touches your face and smiles sadly.

"If we did, I would never be able to leave you again, not for a single moment. I would be your prisoner forever."

"Then stay," you plead through tears, even though you already know his answer, "Stay with me."

"I can't."

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Now

Obi-Wan Kenobi is sitting on a wall in Mos Eisley's market place. You are pleased to see that he looks much more like his old self. His head is held high and there is a look of calm on his handsome face. The clothes he is wearing are much neater than before, almost reminiscent of his old Jedi robes, and he has tidied up his hair and beard.

You walk towards him, but he doesn't notice you. You don't say his name. Instead, you quietly sit down next to him and let the back of your hand rest against his. You feel the strong tendons there tense.

He doesn't look at you. His head drops, and his eyes close as if he couldn't stand for it not to be you. Lightly, he moves his hand so that his knuckles rub gently against yours.

"Hello old friend," you say.

"Princess."

The use of your old title sounds natural and right on his tongue and you hope he never stops using it.

Obi-Wan finally looks up at you and his eyes, still dazzling shards of icy blue, gleam with tears. You reach out and touch his face, his stubble pleasantly rough under your hand. You take in the lines around his eyes, deeper now, and the distinguished flecks of silver in his beard and hair. The sight of him is more beautiful, more familiar to you than you can bear.

"You still look the same," you say, your voice shaking slightly.

He smiles and turns his face to gently kiss the heel of your palm that is resting against his cheek.

"And you are more radiant than ever."

He helps you take down your market stall early for the day and you take him into your home where you speak for hours in hushed tones and tell each other everything of your lives in the years since you were last together.

Then, as the twin suns of Tatooine set behind your little domed house in the sand, you lead him to your bed.

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You are curled up on your side against Obi-Wan's solid, warm chest. For the first time in years you feel safe, entwined in his strong arms, listening to the steady, sonorous rhythm of his heartbeat.

"I have always loved you," he whispers tenderly in your ear, tucking away a stray lock of hair back from your cheek.

"And I you," you say and you mean it.

Still, you can't help but smile sadly as you think of the last time you saw him that fateful night of the storm of Vitis before everything fell apart.

"But of course, you already knew that," you add.

"I am sorry, truly."

"Obi-Wan..." you start to interrupt, worried that your words sounded resentful.

"For all the wasted years," he continues.

He needs to say this, you realise. So you let him.

"If I'd known how the Republic would fall, how the Jedi Order would fail, how the Empire... Well, I never would have denied us this."

He brings his lips to your shoulder and traces a trail of kisses down your arm. His beard tickles.

"No one could have known, Obi-Wan. You did what you thought was right at the time. We all did. And now here we are together again. We made it back to each other. Two old relics of a past age."

"Oh come now, we're not that old," he quips, and you are happy to hear that his tone has lightened again.

You grin mischievously and wriggle out of his arms to push him down onto his back and roll on top of him.

"Prove it," you whisper, as you come to rest on his abdomen and lean down to kiss him on the nose.

His eyes widen in surprise and then in boyish delight as he grasps you firmly by your hips. "Again?!" he laughs and he throws his head back in mirth at his own joke, his eyes squeezing shut so that they crinkle beautifully at the corners.

It is a joyful, youthful, transcendental sound and suddenly, you are back under the Whispering Tree in the green meadows of Vitis with a young Jedi, an unwritten future together stretching out endlessly in front of you.

[breakfastteatime]

What do you want to see in Jedi:Unknown title (jedi 3)? Could be gameplay, story, or anything related to the game.

In absolutely no order whatsoever, my Jedi 3 wishlist!

EVERYBODY LIVES. Do you HEAR ME, Respawn?!?!??! They get to live out their days on Tanalorr!!!!

While I'd love for Kata to not be Force-sensitive (Greez and BD will be outnumbered!), I don't think that'll happen, so I'd love it if they stuck with the theme so far that the Force doesn't belong solely to the Jedi, so Kata can choose her own path... maybe a more sisterly path... Or just a path that doesn't necessarily adhere to the Jedi way. Cal is so haunted by the Jedi's past (he spends most of Survivor exploring the Order's ruins after all), that I wonder if he'd even want to teach Kata how to be a Jedi of old.

Speaking of Kata, I really want her relationship with Cal to be more of a struggle. Regardless of her whole 'It changed Papa' line, she is still living with the man who murdered her father and the woman who helped him do it. I'm not interested in happy families because that's too easy.

There's a line in Survivor about how dangerous the leftover Raiders are, and we do see them fighting alongside the Brood, sooooo RAIDERS BROOD TEAM UP! And a final showdown with Sorc Tormo because Cal deserves to put an end to his nonsense once and for all.

Cal's ongoing struggle with the darkness. I don't want that to be the main focus of the game, but I want to see him finding his own way through. I know, I know, Cere told him to lead 'her' through the darkness, but how about he just takes five to check in on his own wellbeing?!

More psychometry too, especially now we know Cal can turn people's memories against them. Oh, and he can walk through someone's dreams because of his psychometry. I love how Survivor hinges on it at multiple points.

Logically, there has to be some kind of existential threat to Tanalorr or the Hidden Path in the next game... but not the kind that results in Cal sacrificing himself. Please, just ONCE, can we get a happy ending?!? Cal dying would make the other two games feel so pointless and empty.

No connections to anything Disney+ related because none of it is very good. YEAH, I SAID IT. Also, if you had Obi-Wan Kenobi showing up, he's really gonna overshadow Cal in his own damn game. Vader gets away with it because he's used really sparingly, but you start busting out Kenobis or Solos, we're gonna have a problem (or I am anyway).

A flashback in which Cere and Cal share a hug. I can't believe Survivor denied us T_T

Cal reaching a master's level of power in combat. They did such a good job developing his abilities in Survivor, so I'm sure they'll smash it in the next game too. What I'm saying is perfect bolt reflection with EVERY lightsaber, not just the double-bladed.

THE ZEFFO RETURN!!!! Okay, no, maybe not...

Greez gets to start his Pyloon's franchise.

No, seriously, Nightsister Kata is more interesting to me than Jedi Kata, so maybe Merrin gets to play the mentor (not happening, I know... SIGH)

Please please please don't let Cal's default clothing be more traditional. I don't like him in robes because they seem so at odd with his lifestyle and how athletic he is.

The son of the son of Oggdo Boggdo.

There's probably more but that's about everything I can think about right now. Thanks for the Ask!

[padme-amitabha]

I read your opinions on Ahsoka and while I like her I agree, I think her fandom is making me dislike her, the final straw for me was reading takes that Ahsoka was Anakin's child more than Luke ever was because he spend more time with her than with Luke despite Anakin ALWAYS aknowledged Luke as his son, I mean remember the iconic "I'm your father" scene? And how after that he always called Luke in his mind as "my son"? Anakin may had not raised Luke, but he always loved his son, ever since Padmé told him that she was pregnant he considered his baby a blessing and the happiest moment of his life, so no wonder those feelings resurfaced when he found out that Luke lived between ANH and ESB, I mean, he came to the Light for him! His baby boy. I even read a Youtube comment saying that when Anakin said Luke before dying "Tell your sister...you were right..." now it refered to Ahsoka when those words were for Leia! Yes, we know Leia sees Bail as her father and has zero connection with Anakin, but even so, those final words were for her. Canonically Anakin saw Ahsoka as much a younger sister, he always refered Luke as his son and Leia as Luke's sister and thus, his daughter. I dislike reading how people are trying to server Anakin from his family (from Padmé to now Luke and Leia) to place Ahsoka in the picture, guys, you can have both! (sorry for the rant)

I totally get it. My issue with her character mainly started from the fact that she is shoehorned into anything that involves the skywalkers. Imagine if she was in the movies, I would think her arc would be very redundant in the PT because we are closely following the Jedi masters and council as well as politicians as they are central to the plot and conflict. The fact that she wasn't in it establishes she is an afterthought. And I think she wouldn't have been so bad if she was a character with a standalone arc and story but now she's just everywhere and I disliked her introduction as Anakin's padawan because the PT establishes Anakin is quite young and flawed and its his journey we are exploring from little Ani to Darth Vader throughout the six films. He is allowed to be an innocent kid, brooding emotional teenager and also a hero. He is the Chosen One but not once is he a Gary Stu, in fact he goes through phases that annoys other characters like Obi Wan. He isn't overpowered either because we see him suffer two huge defeats in the films. He makes mistakes and the wrong choices and can be selfish at times, and other times he tries to be a good padawan and follow the rules and sometimes he disregards them, he lets others boss him around too, he is scared but wants to be a good father and husband etc etc. you get the idea. He's not perfect and that's the point and I think Hayden nails the repressed monk persona. The only reason Ahsoka was introduced was part of "fixing" Anakin's character and to make him more fun but it seems so unbelievable the council would assign someone like Anakin with an impressionable youngling (who is strangely rebellious despite having the same upbringing as the rest?). I just don't see Anakin as being a big brother to anyone or bantering with kids when he seemed understandably awkward and reserved. Also, Ahsoka's thick plot armor and her continuously inflated significance just confirms how much of a creator's pet she was and her whole character (especially when she's interacting with Anakin) feels very fanficy and the fact that she has almost zero flaws and she takes over the roles of every other important person in Anakin's life in the original story. I try not to pay attention to Filoni's pet because it just feels like pure wish fulfillment for him at this point. We could just have more of other cool female jedi like Shaak Ti, Depa, Aayla, or Yaddle as they were preexisting characters and weren't dependent on the Skywalkers for their arc - because I doubt Ahsoka would have been popular at all if she wasn't Anakin's padawan or acting like an Anakin wannabe (and getting away with it almost always while Anakin the CO was given no special treatment). At this rate, I wouldn't be surprised if Ahsoka is revealed to be the new chosen one or she's some insanely overpowered demigod lol. And I mean I guess her fans like her for many reasons but she just feels like a Mary Sue to me like you know a character is doomed when a creator admits he's too attached to the character for anything drastic and openly shows favoritism. Let's be honest she is kind of a nepo baby and acts like one too in the SWU. I guess some people are just seeing her as one now but I always thought she would be a Mary Sue because even the emotional moments she has and the few hardships or "deep" moments she gets is just by interacting with the Skywalkers or just dealing with things everyone else is going through. So I don't really feel the emotional value if she tells Luke he is like her father when literally anyone else who knew him could have said that. At least characters like Boba don't rely on mentioning Anakin in everything they appear in. I don't think her arc would even be well developed if she was detached from the existing prequel characters so it's like she just reinforces the same emotions we should feel except she's supposed to be fun and badass so the audience and her fans would empathize with the events more.

Like do people even really like her screentime in Rebels except from her fight with Anakin? And that scene's so memorable because it's with Anakin, a much more realistic and developed character. It's really Anakin who carries the scene and the emotional impact. Replace Ahsoka with any other padawan and it seems like she has no inherent value. She only seems to shine in moments she is interacting with PT era characters due to the backstory and flashbacks and the rest of the time she's just a token strong female jedi character. What is Ahsoka when she is not breaking Jedi rules constantly like she's special or getting in Anakin's business or running into other characters and reminiscing about the past? I could watch a standalone show on Anakin, Padme, Obi Wan, Qui Gon, Yoda or even Dooku just in their solo adventures because they bring a slightly new perspective to the SWU and there's some room for individuality. I could be wrong maybe they explored some of her personal ambitions than being a Jedi and making Anakin proud but I'm really not interested when her role is just so interchangeable. Even Padme has an entire movie around her (TPM) where we see more about her. Despite being Anakin's love interest, we can see how she is a main character and can carry a film without any romance with Anakin. Same with Obi-Wan. He had an entire movie solving mysteries and plots while Anakin and Padme were romancing. That's why they should be the main prequel trio because its always been two force sensitives and a non-force sensitive member. Just like Han, Padme brings a new perspective and skills in the team.

I wouldn't be too bothered about such claims as they always existed. Ahsoka is closer to Anakin than Obi Wan, Padme, Leia and now more than Luke. It's sad and funny how far Filoni will bend space and time to make room for the OC. As far as I'm concerned, she doesn't exist.

This channel has some good videos on her and I highly recommend these: part 1 and part 2

[shrinkthisviolet]

realizing they can never return home with the Skywalker triplets?

Gladly! This follows them throughout the trilogy and touches on some of the aftermath. It's vague on purpose, but the details here are mostly true to how things will go for them after the war (if I tweak a few minor things, I’ll edit this fic to reflect that). Also, I added some Han in here too, hope you don't mind:

War was a funny thing.

Lucy and Leia had grown up hearing stories about it, dipped into it as children, and thrust into it as adults. Luke had grown up knowing about it only from the Imperial history books, ignorant to the rest of it by design, and thrust into it with little warning as an adult, with only his mentor and surrogate sister to guide him.

But then his mentor died, he gained two friends, and his surrogate sister turned out to be the more deeply connected to the Force and lightly trained in connecting to it and holding a staff.

But she at least had resources from Ben—Obi-Wan, but Luke and Leia refused to call him that, and Lucy had always called him Obi—so the two of them muddled through.

It wasn’t easy. Between Jedi training and the fights against the Empire, sometimes it felt like only their promise kept them going through the worst of it: no more children fearing the Empire.

Lucy and Luke’s shared nightmare had turned out to be real. Leia had lost her home planet, her parents, her people. Han had been homeless all his life, bouncing around, taking odd jobs, never having a place to call home. They refused to let any other child suffer such horrors…and with the defeat of the first Death Star, it became easier to believe.

So they threw themselves into it, dedicated themselves to the cause, rose up in the Rebellion (Leia already had, but she was more than happy to pull them up as far as she could—to her, these were her best friends, her family). It became all about the Rebellion, from early dawn to darkest night, and even while they slept.

Tyranny never slept, after all, so why should freedom?

Fighting took a toll, of course it did. Physical scars abounded in Luke’s prosthetic hand, Lucy’s prosthetic arm, the small scars on Leia’s face and hands from the torture droids, Han’s torture scars and fuzzy vision in the first few seconds of a bright light. The four of them awoke screaming from nightmares, consoled only by the presence of one another. Luke, Lucy, and Leia, with connections to the Force, had it the worst, so often they’d sleep cuddled together if they could afford it.

When the war’s over, they told themselves, things will be different.

So hoped every Rebellion soldier. Everyone wanted to go home again, once there was a home to go back to…and slowly, with each battle won, with each victory, even with each loss…they held on to that, inching closer and closer.

And then Luke, Lucy, and Leia discovering they were siblings.

And then the Rebellion blew up the Death Star.

And then Luke came back, embraced his siblings—siblings, imagine that, two of them—and his best friend.

Things were supposed to get easier after that.

But they didn’t. They never got easier.

Each of them had been hurt, betrayed, in different ways throughout the war. And there was no time to linger on that in wartime, of course—but now, with peacetime nigh…there was time.

Even as peace talks were still under way…their bodies relaxed, slowly registering the danger had passed…and newly processing everything that had come before.

Luke and Lucy taught Leia in the Jedi way, and Leia took to the lessons well. Han and Leia got married, settling into Hosnian Prime, with Leia as one of the top Senators. It felt almost like a restoration.

(It wasn’t home, though, and Leia saw it every time she looked out the window.

Han had never settled anywhere long enough to call home, had never bothered about it. But seeing Leia so tearful, so bitter…he couldn’t help but weep for her.)

And Luke and Lucy…well…

“I’m leaving, Luke.”

“…what?”

“I’m leaving,” Lucy repeated stiffly. “I didn’t want to say anything until the wedding was over, so…here it is.”

“Is this about—?”

“It’s about me,” Lucy snapped, “thank you very much, and I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t make a fuss and let me go.”

Luke pursed his lips. “Does Leia know?”

Lucy looked away.

“I…I rather hoped you’d come with me and—”

“No.” her voice trembled.

“You finished my training, Lu!” He insisted. “I—”

“You’ll manage just fine without me.” She took a deep, shuddering breath. “Better, even, I’d wager.”

“Lulu…”

“My mind is made up, Luke. Don’t waste our last moments trying to change it.”

He sighed, hugging his sister tightly. “If you want to leave…then alright. I won’t stop you. But at least tell me, where will you go?”

“Home, I think. To finish Aunt Beru’s work.”

He nodded sadly. “Keep in touch.”

She smiled bitterly. “We’re already in touch, genius.” She touched her forehead to his, closing his eyes and savoring his presence for a few moments. “I’ll miss you.”

“Please don’t let this be forever,” he whispered. “You’re family, and you know how to find me. You’re welcome anytime.”

“I know,” Lucy smiled sadly. “I know, Luke. I love you too.”

So off she went, flying to Tatooine, intent on her mission.

(Her mission had more than one part to it, but Luke didn’t have to know that.

Nor did he have to know that the further she went, the less it felt like home.)

Luke, for his part, wandered about, following trails and leads to find other Jedi for his Jedi school. Other students, even.

He’d start with adults, he decided. Kids could be challenging, and Luke himself had learned as an adult—he had experience teaching that age range. When he found more Jedi…well, then he’d see about teaching kids too.

(And yet, no matter where he went, no matter how many friends he made or places he settled…his heart still longed for home.

His heart still longed for his sisters.)

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Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader (first person pov) random I know??

A/N: Another prompt from @a-bang-for-your-bucky. This one was a struggle but I finally got it done! Thanks poppet for always cheering me on 🥰

Prompt: “I hate you!” “Wrong, you love me.”

Warnings: Dodgy writing of Jedi fighting 🤣 I didn’t go into too much detail tbh. Not beta read, all the mistakes are mine. Anakin is a warning on his own because….damn.

Word Count: 2541

Calm. Quiet. A silence blanketed my mind as I finally gave myself over to the force. To feel at one with such an ever shifting entity required utmost concentration. I was racing through the grass with a loth-cat, eyes wide and my throat vibrating with a purr. The creature paused, looking up and over the stalks of grass to my silhouette on the hill. I wasn’t scared or worried. The force had me.

Everything blurred and next I found myself with an Edgehawk. Keen eyes narrowing in on prey, the family of loth-cats scattering and disappearing in the grass as the hawk’s shadow travelled over the ground.

Time fell away from me as my conscious expanded beyond anything I’d felt before. I was tethered to my body, I couldn’t get lost and I made my mind relax before I lost the connection. Stars, planets, suns, supernovas, they all swept past me at light speed. I was speeding like a fighter towards a planet I knew so well. Coruscant glowed like a jewel in a black ocean, the golden threads of light streaking past me as I was swept into the Jedi Temple. To home.

It was hard to comprehend where in the temple I was when I finally came to a stop, drawn to something so powerful it made my breath hitch. The throbbing mass made me reach out. Tendrils of darkness threaded around me, squeezing me, possessing me. I couldn’t cry out, my body was frozen at this silent attack and nothing could help me pull away. I was drawn in until all I saw were two blue eyes rimmed with red. And I knew, they saw me.

The sunlight of Lothal broke through my eyelids and I took a deep breath into my lungs. The dragged out gasp was loud, I felt like I’d been suffocating under the weight of whatever it was I saw.

“Are you alright?” As soon as he put his hand on me I felt my entire body relax. Obi-Wan crouched down beside me, concern marking his brow as he searched my eyes with his own and my emotions with the force. He wasn’t invasive, it wasn’t uncomfortable and his sense of worry was evident.

For a moment I thought I could tell him what I had seen but I wasn’t sure how to explain it. So I smiled, trying to hide my frayed self.

“Yes, thank you master. I wasn’t prepared for the feeling of…how large it all was.” He gave me a small smile of understanding.

“It’s a little daunting when we realise how small and insignificant we really are, in the grand scheme of things.” He rose gracefully, holding out a hand for me and I took it. He pulled me to my feet and squinted up at the sun. “We should head back, we haven’t been able to find the hidden temple and I really must report back to the council.”

“Yes, master.” I dusted my robes of as we walked back to the ship, head full of what I’d seen. I knew those blue eyes, more than I would admit to anyone. They were accompanied but a head of unruly hair and lines on his that weren’t there at the moment. Was it a vision? Of the future? I watched the hem of Obi-wan’s robes as he strode ahead of me…I could tell him. Explain what I saw and see if he had some answers for me.

I shoved my hands in the wide sleeves of my own robes, head down as I lengthened my stride to catch him up. I already knew I wouldn’t be able to speak to him, not about his own Padawan. It could highlight my…unhealthy interest in Anakin. We were friends and it could never go beyond that.

My mouth twisted in a small smirk as I thought about Anakin back at the temple. He’d been denied this trip to Lothal because he had to catch up with his studies, so Master Kenobi had chosen me. I’d felt the brief flare of heat in the force from Anakin as he argued with his master, but Obi dug his heels in this time. I hated seeing the brief look of jealousy twist his handsome features but he had no choice except to concede. He’d followed us out to the landing platform, promising his master he’d study and get his work done for when we returned.

I slumped into the Co-pilot’s chair with a sigh. Priming the fuel system and awakening the ship while Master Kenobi calculated our hyperspace jumps. Once we broke the atmosphere and made our first jump he turned to me but didn’t say anything. He toyed with his moustache as though trying to figure me out but I just pulled my knees up and hugged them, lost in visions of blue eyes turning red.

When we arrived at the temple, there was no one waiting for our return. As we headed to the council chambers to make our report I could feel him. Anakin was in the training rooms, his energy was erratic and I paused, causing Master Kenobi to stop and turn.

“Is everything all right?”

“Yes, Master.” I couldn’t explain it, the pull I felt to Anakin right then was mystifying but I knew I had to follow it. His gaze grew misty as he focussed on the force for a moment and then he nodded.

“You need to train, Padawan.”

“Yes, Master.” Relief flowed through me. It had been ages since I had exercised my skills with a lightsaber and Anakin always gave a good sparring session.

“Very well. I shall send for you if I can’t recall any details.” I hurried off before he could change his mind, following the wide halls of the temple and eventually ending up where the sense of Anakin was strongest. The door opened almost silently and I slipped into the room. Coruscant stretched beyond the open balcony but I didn’t care about any of that and quietly sat down before the mediating Padawan.

I took the time to study his features, they weren’t relaxed and he had a frown marking his brow. His mouth was down turned slightly and a single bead of sweat ran down his temple. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail, leaving his braid to hang freely, just like I had mine. I wanted to interrupt my friend but he looked deep in his meditation and so, I closed my eyes and decided to find him another way.

Immediately I was drawn into a swirl of darkness. Far off screams sounded at the back of my mind but it was Anakin’s turmoil that clouded over anything else. It roiled through me, stealing all my senses and chucking me headlong into a vision of his mother. She was screaming, reaching out for him as he called back to her but neither one could move closer no matter how hard they tried.

Anakin… I could have touched the tears on her face but this wasn’t my vision. I was just an observer and I thought I’d go unnoticed until those blue eyes I knew as well as my own latched onto me.

I was thrown out of the picture, unceremoniously snapping back into my own body, opening my eyes to see Anakin studying me coolly, his position unchanged.

“Did Master Kenobi teach you that on your mission?” The question as barbed with jealousy but I was expecting this from him. I wanted to ask him about the vision, his mother…but I knew I wouldn’t get far if I did.

“Did you catch up with your studies?” He refused to answer me, getting up and moving to his cloak and lightsaber that he’d left to the side. “I could quiz you.”

“I don’t need help.”

“You can help me then,” I suggested as I stood up, both my sabers in hand. He glanced over at me, a small grin started and it spread into a cocky smirk. The exact reaction I was hoping for. Anakin was always up for a fight, especially when he was feeling not quite himself.

“Me? You want my help?” He pointed to his chest and sauntered back to the middle of the room.

“I believe that’s what I said. Of course if you’re not up to it…” his saber ignited in response, the blue blade shooting from the silver hilt and I flicked the switches on my own. My kybers were green with a yellow tinge, making it lighter than the other green lightsabers around the temple.

“Your move.” I scrunched up my nose as we began to circle one another. My body was relaxed and I twirled both sabers to give Anakin a show of my control. He favoured the fifth lightsaber form, the one that had more capability to overpower your opponent and he was proficient in it.

I myself preferred form six. I liked the balance of it, having two blades rather than hacking and pushing with a two handed swing. True, Anakin’s strength nearly always bested me but I was determined. When he made the first swing I was ready. It was too much to block his blows head on, so I relied on my footwork and glancing his blade off my own rather than taking the hit completely. We sparred for what felt like hours but it was only minutes. Both of us concentrating and I saw the change in him when he realised I was t so easily beaten this time. His hits became harder, wider, more difficult to avoid and I knew I had to end this soon or he’d overpower me yet again.

I gathered the force to me, spinning round and pushing him off his feet he gave a surprised yell. He ended up on his back, his chest rising as he breathlessly laughed with surprise.

“Where did you learn that?” Turning my own weapons off I offered him a hand to stand and he took it.

“I observe. I learn. You don’t use the force so much in your combat, choosing the physicality of the fight.” I could have sworn he looked proud but maybe I was imaging it.

“Watch me closely do you?” I rolled my eyes and playfully shoved him.

“I hate you!” He laughed, his eyes never leaving my face when he retorted instantly:

“Wrong, you love me.” It was such a simple sentence but one that had no place here and my joy faltered as we stared at each other. My heart was thudding roughly in my ears and I hoped he didn’t notice my reaction, but Anakin was more in tune with me than anyone else here.

The playful air was dropped and he hesitantly reached for me, brushing his fingers along my wide sleeve. Anakin’s expression grew serious, his blue eyes searching mine and he stepped closer into my space.

“I’ve been wanting to say something—since I met you.” I shook my head still not believing how quickly this had turned.

“We can’t,” I choked out. “The rules…” He was far too close but I was incapable of moving away. Anakin had always cast a spell over me but it wasn’t until this moment that I really felt the full effect.

“Ignore the rules.”

“Anakin…we shouldn’t!” I hissed shooting a glance at the closed door.

“We feel what we feel. They can’t take that from us. Rules don’t keep us apart, the Jedi can’t keep us apart and neither can the force, it pulls me to you. You feel it too.” He spread his fingers, holding his hand palm out towards me and I hesitantly, matched him. Pressing my palm against his and feeling his callouses from holding a lightsaber. I swear I could feel every ridge of his palm and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. “It’s what brought you to me.”

“Anakin—.” He threaded his fingers through mine and pulled me closer. His eyes, mirroring a summers sky on Naboo were clear of the infliction I’d seen destroy them in my vision. No red or yellow here, just a gaze full of love, desire and want.

“They can throw us to the opposite ends of the Galaxy,” he murmured, dipping closer to me. “But our souls will always find each other. We are made of the same stardust.” His words breathed over my cheeks and my heart skipped a beat at the closeness, his body pressed into mine, his hand clutching me tightly like he never wanted to let me go.

“I would destroy worlds for you,” he whispered. It was wrong, forbidden. But in a moment of utter recklessness I closed the gap between us. He matched my kiss with his own abandonment, dropping his lightsaber so he could cup my face and hold me like I was slipping from his grasp.

He flooded me with passion, filling my mouth with his taste and I could only moan in delight. It was everything I had dreamed, every bit as delicious as I’d imagined in the dark corners of my room in the dead of night.

He walked me back to the wall, hiding us behind a pillar so if anyone was to walk in we weren’t immediately noticeable. My hands grabbed at the fabric of his robes, desperate to feel him underneath, to skate my hands over his skin as he…

Anakin broke off the kiss and looked over his shoulder towards the door and I froze. He stretched out a hand and called his lightsaber to him off the floor and put a finger to his kiss bruised lips, a mischievous spark in his eye. The door swished open and Obi strode in with Yaddle, his sentence faltering at the lack of his students presence.

“Maybe they headed to the archives,” she suggested and he nodded in puzzled agreement.

“Yes. They never do as they’re told. Or what I expect.” They left the door open so we could only dissolve into semi whispered hysterics. I muffled my sniggers against his chest, feeling him laughing with me as our elation and adrenaline at almost being caught raced through our bodies.

“That was close,” I breathed.

“Poor master.” He grinned widely, such a roguish look that it had me smiling in return as I leaned back against the pillar. He snatched another brief kiss from me, stealing my ability to breathe in the process before backing away.

“Do you think we can beat him to the archives?” With a whirl of his robes he was gone and I had no choice but to try and catch up. My smile faltered and I paused at the door. The sense of foreboding was growing, the realisation that if we continued this, my visions could come true. I would destroy worlds for you… Anakin never said anything unless he meant it.

At a small noise I turned to see Master Yoda standing half in the shadows. His large eyes gazing up at me with a blank expression. He didn’t speak, or move. Just leaned on his staff and watched me.

He knew.

[spokewar]

VERSES UPDATE: 2/?

HIGH / OLD REPUBLIC ERA : Shadows Reach.

what is it?

a verse taking where Obi-Wan is a Shadow during the High Republic or any time before

Obi-Wan Kenobi is an unknown figure to the public and an only slightly lesser unknown to the Jedi Order itself. His padawanship started very early at the age of eight and the majority of it was spent in the far reaches of the galaxy. Obi-Wan had a very traditional teacher who taught him Jedi have no place in the political heart of the government and was thusly raised in rural communities and undeveloped/developing planets. This background makes him very attuned to the Living Force and he is an expert working with plant life and establishing connections with various animals. During his senior padawan years, it became clear Obi-Wan was not at the best at interacting with strangers (or even his fellow Jedi) due to his isolated upbringing and instead of learning to socialize like a normal person, he uses his strong connection to the Living Force to pick up emotional cues and states of mind to cheat his way through conversations. It makes him a fairly good negotiator, but far from the best people-person the Jedi have to offer. Obi-Wan holds a strange position and he is something between a Jedi Shadow, a Finder, and a Wayseeker. His combination of reading people and being an unknown individual makes him a perfect candidate for infiltration and spy assignments. For the most part, he creates his own work and stops trouble whereever he finds it. The Jedi Order considers him to be a secret weapon and don't like pointing him at people lest they have to. He has several established aliases, but his two most notable are a bounty hunter and a member of one of Stewjon's noble families. His bounty hunter alias is Ginger and no one has ever seen his face. As Ginger was his first alias, he is the most flushed out and has the longest and most traceable background. Ginger was born out of a necessity to gain credibility among different groups and to handle more unsavory jobs that he doesn't want traced back to the Jedi. His second alias has no false name. He is Obi-Wan Kenobi, the second born son to the House of Kenobi on the planet Stewjon. Legally, he is married and has a spouse, but they rarely interact and each keep separate lives. Obi-Wan's spouse actually has a different spouse of their own (though the marriage is kept secret so no one thinks it's an affair) and Obi-Wan only returns to Stewjon when a job requires it. Obi-Wan still spends most of his time in the outer rim, dressed more like a spacer than a Jedi, and usually acts on his own. His lifestyle is not conducive to raising a padawan, but he still has a soft spot for younglings and would consider taking one if the time was right.

tldr: Wobi is a Jedi Super Spy who operates in the outer rim/wild space. He doesn't have a padawan because his work is often too dangerous and he has the galaxy's shadiest connections possible.

when will i be using it?

for high republic muses

or pre high republic muses

more notes:

he wears black and gold, it's very goth

a lot of people have no idea he's a jedi, including other jedi

he's kind of like a proto jon antilles

he likes joking about being married

[fangeek-girl]

Rey is a Skywalker conspiracy post

I first shared these in my instagram stories this while watching the sequels, but stories disappear and tumblr is forever (don't question it).

So here's my 20-something reasons (in order) for why Rey was a Skywalker all along and the writers were just too settled on their shitty romance to make her Ben Solo's cousin. (Side note: Reylo makes my skin crawl and the sequels should've ended with Finn/Rey/Poe in a polyamorous relationship. I will take no comments at this time.)

The Force Awakens:

She's an amazing pilot the moment she steps in the Millenium Falcon, but she never left Jakku and didn't have enough resources to own a ship. You know who else was a really good pilot from the get-go? Luke.

In Maz's cantina, Luke's lightsaber calls to her. Kyber crystals don't just call to Force-sensitive beings if they're already "claimed". So she has to already have some connection to Luke. Like, be his daughter. (You know, like Luke wielded his father's lightsaber...)

In that same scene, Rey heard Obi-Wan's voice, who is deeply connected to both Luke and Anakin. If she was a Palpatine, it would make no sense at all for her to hear him. His Force ghost would also have been tied more to Luke (especially after what happened with Ben) than his lightsaber left in Maz's care.

Rey was strong enough with the Force that she could mind-control a stormtrooper without any training when she escaped Starkiller base. Even Snoke was surprised that she could resist Ben. You know who else was that attuned instinctively? Anakin.

In the forest after escaping the base, Luke's lightsaber flies to Rey, instead of Ben, who's related to Luke by blood. She'd barely touched the thing beforehand. The only reason for that to happen is if she's also tied to Luke. And if it chose her instead of Ben, makes sense to think she shares a closer blood relation to Luke...

Leia never saw Rey before they met at the end of the movie, yet the first thing they do is hug. Leia recognized something in Rey within seconds of looking at her. She doesn't even know Rey saw Han die. There's just *something* there that brings them to hold to each other. Like a familial bond.

The Last Jedi:

Rey really connects to the Force when she first meets Ben. Not when stormtroopers pursued her. Not when she escaped with Finn, Han and Chewie. It was when she met another Skywalker. The whole Force Dyad makes a lot more sense if they're related (see more about that below).

Being Force-sensitive doesn't make you adept at swinging a lightsaber. Younglings took years to master the different forms in the Republic era. But you know who was pretty good at it from the get-go with little training? Luke. (Not saying Rey swings well, but at least she can manipulate the thing.)

In the cavern, Rey doesn't see her parents in the mirror/glass because Luke is on the island with her and doesn't know he's her father. She cannot see her parents because she doesn't remember their faces, possibly because Rey's mother didn't know she was pregnant when she and Luke grew apart (or whatever happened).

Rey doesn't have a meaningful attachment to Ben from what we see (his 5min sob story doesn't count), so the strength of their bond through the Dyad only makes sense if they're related.

When Luke dies, both Rey and Leia feel him fade through the Force. It makes sense for Leia, but Rey was with him on the island for like a week max. She could only be that close to him if... you guessed it... they were related more deeply. Like family.

Rise of Skywalker:

After Luke's passing, Rey did not try to find his other students. He had a whole freaking Jedi school, you can't tell me none of them survived. Instead, she went straight to Leia for training (whom nobody else knew she'd been trained until then). Like she just knew.

When Rey leaves the Resistance, her hug with Leia isn't that of Master and Padawan. It's not a friendly hug either. It's mother and daughter, or aunt and niece. Family.

Rey has Force healing. Try and convince me the heir of supervillain Sheev Palpatine would have healing as one of their Force power. Make it make sense! It doesn't. Because she's not a Palpatine.

The whole Force Lightning thing. Palpatine wasn't the only one who could do it. Dooku could too, and he wasn't related to Palp, except to be his apprentice. It's a Sith thing, meaning it comes from the dark side. The reason we never saw Vader do it came from his rupture with the Force after he was encased in the suit Palp made for him. Kylo Ren is too much of a sad emo teen to draw from it. But Rey was so angry, so distressed at the risk of losing one of her friends (and her uncle's bestie) that she drew from the dark side and it manifested into lightning that made her even more distressed because she thought she'd killed Chewbacca. It has nothing to do with being a Palpatine and everything to do with the dark side and emotions.

When in Kylo Ren's ship, Rey senses Vader's mask before she even sees it. It has no power anymore. The dark side left Anakin before the mask was burned. The only thing left is the memory of the man who wore it. As in, her grandfather.

Rey seeing herself as a Sith is the same as Luke seeing himself as Vader in the cave on Dagobah. It's a manifestation of her fear. It has nothing to do with any relation to Palpatine.

Up until Rey confronted Ben on the wreckage of the Death Star, Leia was content to let everyone else try to reach her son. Han, Luke, she let everyone else try before she did so herself. The only time she reaches for her son herself is when Rey needs her. By then she knows her son is lost, but she sees Luke's hope and optimism inside Rey. She uses all her strength to help Rey.

After wounding him, Rey does with Ben what Luke did with Vader: she doesn't give up on him. She has no reason to see the good in him after all he's done (for goodness sake, she saw him murder his own father!!!) but she tries anyway. Because she's like Luke.

On Exegol, when Rey and Ben get ready to fight Palpatine 3.0, they look more like family than lovers. I don't care what Disney tried to achieve. This is not romantic. It comes off as a familial bond.

When Rey hears the voices of all the Jedi that came before her (don't get me started on how most of them never even learned to become Force ghosts), Anakin tells her "bring back the balance, Rey, as I did." History repeats itself. A Skywalker kills Palpatine helped by a Skywalker(/Solo).

Rey retreats on Tatooine at the end of the movie. She has ZERO connection to that planet. It wasn't even mentioned during the whole sequel trilogy. She should hate sand as much as Anakin, considering her shitty upbringing on Jakku. But she just... goes there. Finds the Lars homestead. Sees Luke and Leia as Force ghosts. Identifies herself as a Skywalker.

So yeah, Rey is a Skywalker and you cannot tell me otherwise.

[queer-starwars-bracket]

Queer Star Wars Characters (Round 1): General Bracket Match 56

Kantam Sy | Identity: non-binary | Media: The High Republic Phase I

Kantam Sy was the padawan of Yoda. Sensing they weren’t ready to fully commit to the Order, Yoda delayed their knighting. They ran away from the Order for a year- initially to follow a man they fell in love with, but then just to see the galaxy. After rescuing the force sensitive orphan Lula Talisola, they realized that their place was the Jedi Order and returned to it, receiving their knighthood and bringing Lula to the Order. When Lula was old enough, they took her on as their padawan.

During High Republic Adventures’ 2020 run, Lula is part of the Star Hopper, a Jedi academy ship. Kantam is one of the ship’s instructors, but Yoda is the leader of the group. During their missions against the Nihil, they are joined by Zeen Mrala, a force-sensitive girl who is too old to become a Jedi. Despite that, Kantam is happy to welcome them to the Star Hopper and Starlight Beacon and train her as a Jedi auxiliary along with the other masters and padawans. After Yoda suddenly leaves on mysterious business, Kantam and Buck Torban become the main instructors to the padawans of the Star Hopper. 

They are very empathetic and have a lot of good teachings regarding non-attachment and how to balance love and duty. They are close friends with Buck Torban and Cohmac Vitus. 

Audj Seedol | Identity: wlnb | Media: Padawan

Audj Seedol was born to crash landed settlers on the planet Lenahra, which was a macro-organism connecting all native life through the Force. The settlers discovered that by consuming the planet’s Power, they could gain the physical enhancements of Force sensitivity. But this turned the planet against them, putting the settlers under constant threat from predators. Some settlers managed to repair a ship and leave, and those who remained became addicted to the Power, believing it was required for their survival. The adults in that group died young from their use of the power, leaving teenagers like Audj to raise the younglings and create a found family. Her natural charisma and leadership skills led to Audj assuming leadership of the group. This included her brother Casul.

This was the circumstance they were in when Obi-Wan Kenobi, having run away from the temple due to puberty blasting his brain and disrupting his connection to the Force, crashed landed on their planet. Audj was dating Zae-Brii. Audj was assertive and saw Obi-Wan’s suggestion that the taking of the Power was the cause of Lenahra’s aggression towards them as insulting the legacy and culture their parents left for them. But after Audj saw Obi-Wan connecting with the planet and coexisting with the predators that had tormented them her entire life, she realized the error of her ways and realized giving up the Power would be best for her people.

However, at the same time Audj’s uncle had rediscovered the planet. He planned to take all of the Power and kill anyone in his way, including his niece and nephew. Defeating him required Audj to consume the Power one last time, which ruined the possibility of her family coexisting with Lenahra. They left the planet to find a new home somewhere in the galaxy. 

[sshewonders]

UNBOUND LOVE

Obi-Wan x Fem!Reader [FLUFF]

summary: You find yourself reflecting on the life you've built alongside Obi-Wan Kenobi after you both left the Jedi Order.

a/n: i've had this in my drafts for like...6 months now :]

In the quiet solitude of your secluded home, a place where the echoes of the past mingle with the whispers of the present, you find yourself reflecting on the life you've built alongside Obi-Wan Kenobi. The flickering flames of the fireplace cast dancing shadows across the room, illuminating the treasured memories that adorn the walls.

Your son, a spirited and curious child, embodies the remarkable blend of both your and Obi-Wan's Force sensitivity. His laughter and boundless energy fill the space, a constant reminder of the love that brought you and Obi-Wan together, and the choices that led you to this idyllic refuge.

As you watch your son play, his innocent eyes alight with wonder, a rush of emotions floods through you. Memories of your escape from the confines of the Jedi Order come rushing back, reminding you of the courageous decision you and Obi-Wan made to forge a different path.

Once bound by the rigid rules and expectations of the Order, your connection with Obi-Wan flourished in the secret recesses of your hearts. The forbidden love that grew between you both was both a source of joy and anguish, as you grappled with the conflict between your devotion to each other and the commitments you had sworn to uphold.

But in a moment of clarity, you and Obi-Wan realized that true happiness lay beyond the walls of the Jedi Temple. The bond you shared was too strong to be confined, and the love that flowed between you demanded to be embraced fully. Together, you made the daring decision to leave the life of the Jedi behind, seeking a place where you could nurture your connection and build a future together.

It was not an easy journey. The path you walked was fraught with challenges and uncertainties, as you navigated a galaxy that seemed determined to pull you back into the chaos from which you had escaped. But the unwavering strength of your love and the unyielding determination to create a life on your own terms propelled you forward.

Now, as you watch your son interact with the world around him, you witness the intricate dance of both your and Obi-Wan's traits in his every action. The warmth of his smile, the way he instinctively reaches out to touch the essence of life itself, serves as a constant reminder of the powerful love that binds your family together.

In these stolen moments of tranquility, you find solace in the knowledge that the choices you made were the right ones. The decision to follow your hearts and leave the confines of the Jedi Order allowed you to forge a love that transcends all boundaries. Together, you created a life built on love, understanding, and the shared dream of a brighter future.

As the fire crackles and illuminates the room, casting gentle shadows that dance upon the walls, you find yourself overwhelmed with a profound sense of gratitude. Gratitude for the love you share with Obi-Wan, for the journey that brought you to this moment, and for the boundless potential that lies ahead for your son.

You sit together on a worn-out sofa, nestled comfortably in each other's arms. The crackling fire casts a warm glow upon your faces, as you find solace in the quiet stillness of the evening. The time feels right to open up and share the depths of your hearts.

Obi-Wan's gaze meets yours, his eyes reflecting both love and a trace of vulnerability. You take a deep breath, gathering the courage to express the emotions that have been building within you.

“Obi, as I watch our son grow and witness the remarkable connection he shares with the Force, it reminds me of the journey we embarked on together. I can't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude for the life we've created.” You said, eyes looking softly at your husband.

Obi-Wan's fingers trace delicate patterns along your arm, his touch soothing and reassuring. “It is a testament to our love and the choices we made. We took a leap of faith, abandoning the familiar and venturing into the unknown. And in doing so, we found a happiness that surpasses anything we could have ever imagined.”

You sigh, “It hasn't always been easy, has it? The path we chose was filled with uncertainties and challenges. But looking at our son now, I know deep within my heart that it was worth every struggle we faced.”

Obi-Wan's eyes soften, a tender smile gracing his lips. “You're right, my love. The journey has been marked with trials and tribulations. We were tested, pushed to our limits. But through it all, we remained steadfast in our commitment to each other and the love we share.”

You lean closer, resting your head against Obi-Wan's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “I'm grateful for your strength and unwavering support, my love. You've shown me that love can conquer all, even the boundaries set before us. Leaving behind the life we knew wasn't easy, but it brought us here, to this moment of joy and fulfillment.”

Obi-Wan's embrace tightens, as if to anchor you both in the present. “And I, my love, am grateful for your unwavering belief in us, for your courage to challenge the expectations placed upon us. You've shown me that there is a life beyond the confines of duty and that true happiness lies in following our hearts.”

You raise your head, meeting Obi-Wan's gaze once again, the fire reflecting in your eyes. “Our son is a testament to the love we share, Obi-Wan. He embodies the best of both of us, reminding us of the beauty that exists outside the realm of the Jedi Order. He's proof that the choices we made were right, that our love was worth fighting for.”

“Our son is a beacon of hope, a symbol of the life we built beyond the expectations that once held us captive. Seeing him grow, witnessing his connection with the Force, fills me with an indescribable sense of pride and joy. He is a reminder of the extraordinary love we share and the legacy we are creating.” Obi-Wan's voice carries a mixture of tenderness and conviction as he responds.

In the flickering light, you take Obi-Wan's hand, intertwining your fingers with his. The depth of your connection and the love that courses through your veins is a testament to the strength of your bond. Together, you bask in the blissful realization that in escaping the Jedi life, you have found a love that defies all expectations and lights the way to a future filled with endless possibilities.

[meantforinfinitesadness]

If you're still making fic rec lists. I love bby obi-wan and mandalorians. If not, I just really like your blog :)

I'm always making fic rec lists!!!! Or....I am when they're asked for lol!

So, I'm not well versed in the kind of fic you're looking for, but I asked around discord and I have a few for you!!!

Solus Gaanada by Caedus501 More things are possible through the Force than either the Jedi or the Sith ever suspected. Sometimes a single choice is all it takes to send a life and all those connected with it spiraling along a different path. When that choice is in the hands of Obi-Wan Kenobi there is every chance that history will be changed, for better or worse.

One Step Forward, Two Steps Back by K_R_Closson

Ahsoka Tano told Din to bring Grogu to the Seeing Stone on Tython, and Grogu would be able to call out to other Jedi. Ahsoka Tano did not say that other Jedi might call out to him or that the pillar of blue light was actually a type of planetary transportation. Din ends up on a planet he's never heard of with nothing but his armor and his child. A lot has changed but his mandate hasn't. He must reunite Grogu with one of his kind. But first, he has to help these ade win a civil war against the dar'buir who abandoned them. AKA Din goes back in time and doesn't realize it. He meets some other Mandalorians, gains another child, and then goes to Tatooine, because it's familiar enough to be called home.

Su Cuy'gar, Vod by @triscribe

“We have a Jedi too!” The kid exclaimed, face lighting up with joy and awe. “A really real one from the Core, and he stayed to help even when the older ones left!” Cody’s breath caught in his throat. In the corner of his eye, he could see Boil’s hands faintly shaking. (Sometimes, second chances don't need explanations.)

Star to Star by KivaEmber

Jango and Obi-Wan hijack a freighter and go on a galactic road trip to kill a man. or; Montross is a little cleverer on Korda VI. Jango ends up tossed into the cargo hold of 'The Stryker', a slaver freighter taking him to parts unknown and well out of Montross's way. Melida/Daan, weakened by its infighting and the Young suffering catastrophic losses, are raided by opportunistic slavers, resulting in Obi-Wan captured as a prize to be sold to a 'special' client - Force sensitive slaves are, after all, valuable cargo (and there is a dark shadow in the galaxy always on the look out for forgotten, powerful Force sensitives). By sheer luck - or maybe the Force - they're locked in cages beside each other. They plan, they escape... and the future shifts.

Strangers Like Me by K_R_Closson

When Obi-Wan chose to fight for the Young, he left behind the only life he'd ever known, and the only dream he had ever wanted. On Melida/Daan, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Child of No Clan, finds purpose and finds family, and begins a journey which will change the shape of his life and the galaxy in ways he'll never fully understand. Or, the one where Obi-Wan is adopted by True Mandalorians off Melida/Daan. Featuring: teenage shenanigans, pet strill, Force teleportation, first love, and found family.

[burnwater13]

Grogu sighed every time he heard Luke say stuff like this. He wasn’t there. He wasn’t at the Jedi Temple when it fell. He didn’t know what it felt like. How many Jedi were lost. How many Masters were lost. 

If the Sith were determined, nothing could stop them from trying to destroy him. He would never be safe. The Galaxy would never be safe. So he could jump a little higher? Move a little faster? Had that saved anyone?

Master Yoda went into hiding. Master Obi-Wan spent his life protecting Luke. Master Windu… well no one really knew what happened to him. He disappeared, much like Grogu. 

Ahsoka had left even before the fall of the Jedi Temple. She’d been driven out. How did mastering her abilities help her against a Jedi Council that hadn’t wanted to see the peril right in front of it?

That’s right. It hadn’t. 

Grogu did not need or want Luke’s life. That path had not been what helped him at all. 

Finding a friend. A father. A family. That is what changed Grogu’s path. It hadn’t been easy for the Mandalorian. It hadn’t been easy for any of them. They saw Grogu and let themselves love him because they were capable of love. They were able to let go of their own fears of loss and heart ache and accept the risk that connection brings to all of us. And Grogu was grateful for that. 

Yes, Grogu could learn new skills. Yes, he could refine the skills he already had. That is what happens when you practice. But the skill he had learned through very hard practice was to not use the Force to change his path or ease his way. It was like a beacon to the Sith and the people who were just hungry for power. He had to refrain from the easier way. He had to always walk on his own feet, as much as they might hurt. He had always to dodge the carelessness of others with just his eyes and ears to help him, like any other little creature. He had to think and feel and make his own way.

It hadn’t always worked out for the best. He’d been captured and tormented and kidnapped and so many other things he didn’t even want to think about how to list them. And then he had been found. And valued. And cared about. Because the Mandalorian saw him and cared. He connected.

So who would ever be safe from people who had too much power? Who would ever know how best to proceed without knowing what had come before? Who would be worth protecting if they became so disconnected from love that they could never feel the pain of loss? Was that even life?

Life was a risk. From beginning to end. Grogu knew there were no guarantees. But he knew it was a risk he was willing to take because he had a family he loved and he wasn’t afraid of not being safe.

[padme-amitabha]

I just saw a post calling ahoska and obi wan anakins truest loves and uh what? It brought up the mortis arc of tcw and essentially minimizing the anidala love for one another as some form of escapism and how its poison ( even tho vader literally gets saved bc of luke - padmes son🙄) Its so strange how ahsoka fans want to make her a more prominent character than she really is. Also a recurring opinion that gets brought up is ahsoka knowing/understanding anakin better than padme and obi wan when she didn’t even know things about him (like he was a slave) and we consistently see anakin confide in padme its just so odd how alot of star wars fans diminish her

That doesn't surprise me at all since Star Wars is Ahsoka Wars at this point. And even if it wasn't, you have to give the Skywalkers at least some rest uk? The constant retconning and addition of new stuff most people didn't even ask for is tiresome. Ahsoka from the start felt very OC-ish to me because she was constantly hyped and favored in a way not even Anakin was. She felt like a self-insert jedi character so her place is canon is just weird. And forcing her to be important in places where she's not needed just shows Filoni's favoritism. At least GL wasn't ever really biased towards Anakin and Luke. Anakin mainly suffered through so much and had enough flaws and complexies which Ahsoka never had. She's constantly in a plot armor and just overpowered imo. But ofc she's a badass Jedi so she is more popular than Padme. I cant even.. I just hate the way TCW and Filoni wrote her. I don't see Anakin as being a big brother to anyone. Or being a teacher. The only other natural interaction he has except Padme and his mother is with Obi-Wan and even that took time. They didn't get along well in the first two movies and although he does joke around with Obi Wan in ROTS, he has his own slightly awkward and shy way of doing it. And I imagine he's semi reserved and shy with other Jedi. Or when we see him interacting with Padme's family. But to make him a responsible master is strange because even in ROTS he was too young and not mature enough to be level-headed and responsible all the time. And I like that because he has flaws but he was trying to learn and wanted to be a good father. And I do believe he really gained that maturity (which was stunted due to obvious trauma) and fatherly affection for Luke after ESB and not before. I think he would have had trouble connecting with Leia as well post ROTJ because he wasn't prepared to and had no experience being a role model for anyone. Meanwhile, 22 year old TCW Anakin with Ahsoka acts like a 30 year old man with anger issues...

It's also frustrating to see Padme being reduced to a love interest when she was a main character and part of the trio. She, like Han, didn't need to be a Jedi to be one of the main characters and it's boring to see a trio of Jedi only. I don't really blame Ahsoka fans - only Filoni for constantly dragging her into everything and I'm glad it's backfiring because I see fans who previously liked her are beginning to get tired of her being shoehorned into every single SW thing and acting all Mary Sue. Also, see the amount of concept arts and storylines they wrote for Padme during the prequels. She had more arts than Anakin and Obi-Wan. GL clearly wanted her to be important even more than Leia in ANH because we see much more of Padme and the first movie directly involves her and her planet with Anakin's discovery being a sideplot. It's disrespectful to reduce her to a love interest.

This video puts it really well (although he isn't a fan of the prequels as far as I can remember): "Dave Filoni's biggest problem as a writer apart from his complete inability to write interesting dialogue or craft stories that are more than just fetch quest for Magical McGuffin or create people who actually make smart decisions or his borderline fetish for the boring mediocre character he's trying so hard to insert as the driving force behind the entire Star Wars narrative is his constant [ __ ] around and reconning of past events and World building to suit the needs of his own narrow story. It's like he's staying in a hotel room for a couple of days and decided that he now has the right to completely remodel the place because he feels like it. This isn't your job Dave you're supposed to work within the rules of the world that George created not write a whole bunch of new ones just to suit yourself that now affect everyone else."

Lol applause for saying that out loud