#char: wan

[ebonynightwriter]

waava month (2023) // day 4 · turning back

If everything goes as planned, we'll all walk out together after Harmonic Convergence. If not ... There's no turning back now.

[vgilantee]

okay i have another idea that i want to write but can't at the moment so instead have been daydreaming about it and am sharing. it's codywan x reader. throuple shi (but before obi is added):

medic!reader (no surprises here) gets commed by general kenobi after he comes back from a mission with the 501st. they've just gotten off shift and tell him to just go to the medbay if he needs medical assistance, but he pleads and his voice is so strained that they give in. on the way they pass by cody and tell him to come with because if the general is so hurt that he's voluntarily getting medical assistance, there's something seriously wrong.

cody is told to wait outside, just in case, and the reader comes in to see a feverish obi-wan, laying sweating on his bunk heaving breaths.

blah blah plot, turns out on the mission, obi-wan was exposed to a neurotoxin that works very similar to an aphrodisiac! basically sex pollen but more sciencey. the reader doesn't realise this at first though, and they place their hand on his forehead to take his temperature and obi-wan whines at the contact. like whimpers out the most sexual, pained noise.

blah blah blah MORE PLOT, cody is invited in to help the reader take care of the general, who ends up in the middle of the afab!reader and cody

(slightly more graphic nsfw under the cut)

like at first while cody strips his armour, the reader is just playing with obi-wan's cock. spitting on it and massaging his thighs and taking their sweet time dragging their hands and tongue across his aching red cock.

and eventually, the reader is on their back on the bunk, obi's cock so thick inside them, while the pace is entirely controlled by cody as he thrusts into obi-wan. and the entire time obi is just whining and muttering and thanking the pair, and the reader is praising how good he's doing, how good he feels, how they know the neurotoxin hurts but he's doing so well. and cody's grunting and making comments on how he can't believe that the general is cock-drunk and pussy-drunk and how much is suits him to be so fucked out and taken care of hehehehehe

@rain-on-kamino you're going to forever be tagged in my brain rambles and star wars bs until you tell me to stop, and i know that cody is my love, and idk how you feel about obi-wan but but but i still wanna share

[zhoufeis]

[lgbtincomics]

Star Wars Pride Month variant covers

Star Wars: Bounty Hunters #24, featuring T’onga and Losha (On Sale June 15) Artist: Jan Bazaldua

Star Wars: Obi-Wan #2, featuring Kho Phon Farrus (On Sale June 22) Artist: Derek Charm

Star Wars: Darth Vader #24, featuring Sabé, Saché & Yané (On Sale June 22) Artist: Kei Zama

Star Wars: Doctor Aphra #22, featuring Doctor Aphra (On Sale July 27) Artist: Paulina Ganucheau

Star Wars: The Mandalorian #1, featuring Vi Moradi (On Sale July 6) Artist: Phil Jimenez

Star Wars #25, featuring Larma D’Acy & Wrobie Tyce (On Sale July 20) Artist: JJ Kirby

Han Solo & Chewbacca #4, featuring Lula Talisola & Zeen Mrala (On Sale July 20) Artist: Javier Garrón

[lovebugcody]

there is something so endearing about desert-crazy obi-wan and bog-mad yoda

[ninereadytoanswer]

{sparked by a thread in which stalker!Mo Ran cleans CWN's house and CWN decides that this is fine, really}

cw stalking, like in the original not even slightly how stalking is irl

...thinking about 'this doesn't seem like a problem' cwn sent my brain in a weird direction, and now thinking about a modern au cwn who has about canon cwn 'will win a fight' ranking.

additional cw child abuse

Specifically because au Huaizui just thought this should be a thing. ...In fact au huaizui did the thing where he would have people try to jump cwn in his sleep at night to more further his learning. Cwn has not really realized this isn't normal.

Mo Ran, who doesn't at this point know anything about cwn's earlier life, doesn't know this.

He finds out when he decides to break into cwn's bedroom at night and all of a sudden cwn, who was clearly soundly asleep a moment ago, is pinning him to the floor with a knife at his throat. Mo Ran didn't even know cwn had a knife (in an on purpose way).

(It is only because Mo Ran is already as desperately attracted to cwn as it is possible to be that said attraction doesn't immediately heart stoppingly jump several metaphorical miles.)

[dengekiboys]

KO Beast episode 1

[necrosin]

tender—hearted —— what was it that his mother had always said? tender head / tender heart, her fingers combing through his hair as he twisted and fought in her loving arms, her soothing voice doing little to soften the pull of his hair, sharper than fragments, sharper than the dull half—rusted knife they had. A LOVING, TEASING PHRASE, a ghost he keeps with him alongside her body buried within his / he'd never quite understood and still doesn't quite understand / tender—headed yes ( perhaps it's a remnant of long lost boyhood or perhaps it's simply that you cannot outgrow such things, but even still he loathes to brush his own hair, the pull of knots smarting, unraveling in only padmé's hand at best ), tender hearted?

the fanciful love of a mother, surely.

perhaps that is the fanciful wish of a stubbornly prideful boy.

HE DOES NOT THINK ON WHAT HIS MOTHER WOULD FEEL, NOW —— she's dead and he cannot change that, cannot take it back, cannot cannot cannot, for all of his pleas to the universe, for all of the force that rings and resonates and screams within him —— he does not reflect on how she would feel, to see him turn from peacekeeper to general / her tender—hearted boy. he thinks of her fondly, intermittently, a strange yearning sighing in his heart / he thinks of her when he sees obi—wan, at times, resentment worn away to fine granules of sand.

something about boyhood and a mother and his master.

A TENDER—HEART is not something owed in wartime, but what is owed in wartime? nothing, nothing at all. bloodshed and death and battlefields and strife. obi—wan, whom anakin had once seen as infallible and untouchable and steadfastly stern, with his GENTLE HEART / what about : gentle—heart / tender—heart? obi—wan, war-worn and tired and listing ever so slightly ; a long and hard battle in a series of long and hard battles / ANAKIN FEELS HOW HE THRIVES, the thrum of his pulse and the steadiness of his heart ( part of his heart, the other far—off in coruscant, yearning and quiet and loving ) / anakin sees how obi—wan doesn't, not quite, a peacekeeper through and through, yet still holding his head high. still going where called, the negotiator, always where anakin can reach.

always / nearly always / where kenobi goes skywalker is sure to be close behind / he thinks of his mother uselessly whenever he SAVES OBI–WAN ( that's 5 to 2 in the last year, obi—wan, take that ) because he thinks of his mother whenever he saves anyone / which is only a half—lie, mostly—truth, obi—wan who lays in the infirmary, looking far more like himself than he had when anakin had dragged him out of the wreckage, grunting and screaming and bellowing about how obi—wan better keep his eyes open, DON'T YOU DARE FALL ASLEEP, stay with me master —— a strange, almost plaintive sort of thing, the outcry of a child holding fast to a treasured thing, unwilling to part, unwilling to share.

anakin supposes he's always been possessive of the few things that are his / such is the life of an urchin, a slave, from the outer rim.

he's not hovering anxiously / nor is he strung out with worry / nor has he been banished from the bridge by ahsoka / HE'S NOT AND ISN'T / heart a steady thing in his chest. the tangle of something unnamed and unsaid and buried deep remaining purposefully lost ( though can something be called lost if you know precisely where it is? ), blurred amidst the bluster and the set of his shoulders —— worry for obi—wan is something well known but obi—wan is alive, always where anakin can reach him, and therefore THERE'S NO MORE REASON FOR CONCERN.

obi—wan, as ever, must rupture expectations. a hand upon anakin's shoulder, body twisted in the too—firm and utterly cold bed, solemnity lining his features, SOMETHING ELSE WELL KNOWN, always so solemn that obi—wan kenobi, a tilt to his head. for a moment anakin sees the fall of longer hair, curling around his shoulders, around his neck / a strange phase in the force, a fissure there and gone again / time does strange things, at times / the force pulling here and there at its will as if to entertain.

❝ all that i have, i owe to you, ❞ words form the heart ( @heartinhands heart, a gentle heart, a peacekeeper's heart ), it seems, and what is it about hearts, really? why is it that these words cause something to lurch in his chest, something almost hurt unfurling, a strange sting, something horrific that demands to be lovely. ANAKIN THINKS OF HIS MOTHER, her hand on her shoulder, love in her eyes, limitless and unconditional affection overflowing / the remnants of it in his bones, in the very marrow of his force.

tender head / tender heart.

obi—wan ( ... ) so maudlin at times, so very —— the words set something adrift, disrupted, within him and he thinks of being tender—hearted and he thinks of being steadfast and steady / of the FURIOUS DETERMINATION that overwhelms when obi—wan is in danger, when ahsoka is in danger, when padmé is in danger. obi—wan trying to comfort him, or perhaps to simply say monumental world shattering things, or perhaps to say SOMETHING ELSE amidst the things he refuses to say that fester and beg to rot in anakin's body alongside corpses and remnants and ghosts and other things. words that hold other meanings, words that hold infinite meanings, words that say things that whisper / are unsaid / echoing within him / leaving him to guess listlessly, a ship drifting aimlessly through the stars. what are you trying to say, what are you trying to say, what are you trying to say, obi—wan, WHAT REMAINS UNSAID WHAT ARE YOU LEAVING TO THE FORCE WHAT DO YOU RELEASE INTO THE FORCE AND DOES IT RETURN IT TO YOU?

FOR MOMENT IT ALMOST INFURIATES HIM —— so little sets him off, it seems / is this what his mother had meant by tender—hearted / there are times when it comes to obi—wan that anakin feels irrational and petulant, a child stomping his foot as if to say not this not now go away GO AWAY —— the assurance in his voice and the tilt of his head and the strange shift of the force and the way that obi—wan is looking at him ( he remembers his mother's parting kiss on his forehead and feels like a boy—child and feels like the force—child and feels UTTERLY LOST ) and the / everything / everything / everything.

the moment passes, everything passes, worry and anxiety and anger and fury and don't you dare leave me / ANAKIN GRINS, a familiar roguish tilt of his mouth, a crinkle to his eyes, a raise of his brow. ❝ careful, master, ❞ cajoling and joking and the force threatens to shift and surge once more, always in movement around him, always urging him to unravel and re—become / HE SHOVES HIS TENDER—HEART DOWN AND DOWN AND ; DOWN / if obi—wan can ignore his gentle heart then, surely, so can he / anakin leans briefly into his touch before batting his hand away, brushing away a memory.

❝ i think you're getting a bit maudlin in your old age. ❞

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON.

[ebonynightwriter]

waava month (2023) // day 18 · identity

My name is Wan, and I will show you how I became the first Avatar.

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

P3 manga, NYX changing into lovers: The arcana reveals understanding hearts of others..... That Joy. That magnificence. *while showing a montage of Yukari moments (like they do for the other chars)* Me: No.....you know what? Shut the fuck up. I will not be gaslit into being told Yukari can understand anyone outside what she personally feels/has experienced herself. As much as I give Atlus shit for making Anne the lovers arcana, at least she embodies this freaking meaning (the amount of actual empathy, sympathy, and compassion that radiates through Anne hurts so much and is only rivaled by Haru, EVEN WITH P5's janky writing!). And Rise??? Ohhhhh Rise is 100% the embodiment of this message full stop (even more so in P4D), but to put them on the same level as Yukari???? No. This is bullshit. Maybe if it didn't feel like Yukari framed most of the things back to her it'd be one thing, but I don't think she truly understands anyone. *throws a table*

[vgilantee]

maybe one day i'll write a series where the reader is basically just a live-in whore for the 212th and 501st hehe

[exitiosae-arch]

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[artist-issues]

also, about Anakin—I distinctly remember realizing when I was first watching Star Wars that part of what makes Anakin’s relationship with Obi-Wan so compelling is that his love for Obi-Wan is as much forbidden as his love for Padme.

I mean, here’s this kid who’s too old to be trained as a Jedi, not because he’ll be prideful or have to catch up or anything, but because he’s old enough to have already learned how to get attached. And the Council was right; he never, ever unlearns that.

But the very first person aside from Padme that Padawan Anakin got attached to was Obi-Wan. And so all through his training, as he’s growing up and Obi-Wan is growing up too, Anakin is thinking “this is my guy. This is my older brother, this is my best friend, this is the only father I’ve ever known” and just recently discovered that someone like that (Qui-Gonn) can be killed and ripped away from you.

All through his training, that fierce attachment is growing, even more steadily than his love for Padme because he’s never separate from Obi-Wan…and the difference is, Obi-Wan shuts it down. It’s obvious that they love one another like brothers, but Obi-Wan never says it until Anakin is lying like chopped-up charred hibachi on the banks of Mustafar.

I mean, imagine having a father or older brother who you know loves you, but who refuses to say so? Except through his actions, almost in spite of himself?

And then imagine yourself as someone who never gets on board and believes in the code that says you can’t attach? So you know that your father-brother-figure is a hypocrite, about, like, the thing you think is the most important and also the stupidest part of the code?

Because he can’t say it! Because he’s supposed to be teaching Anakin not to get attached—what’s he gonna do, tell Anakin “I’m so glad you’re safe” every time they escape an adventure? Tell Anakin he doesn’t know what he’d do if he lost him? Remind Anakin that he cares? And then say “but attachment is bad. Trust the Force.” No, he’s not going to do that. He’s going to keep that aloof-thing going, even though Anakin knows Obi-Wan loves him.

So Anakin, a very dramatic young man who likes his declarations of affection super up-front, never gets that from Obi-Wan. And he’s so sensitive in the Force, and they’re so connected for such a long time—he must be feeling, constantly, that Obi-Wan loves him too. But Obi-Wan never says it. And even though Anakin knows why, it’s a constant source of frustration, because Anakin doesn’t actually respect the code and he doesn’t see why Obi-Wan does.

So constantly, Anakin feels like Obi-Wan is hiding affection for him, or withholding it. Keeping something good for him back. He’s feeling like Obi-Wan is, on some level, a little two-faced. He’s feeling like Obi-Wan’s willing enough to save his life and stick up for him—clearly Obi-Wan is attached—but coming out and saying it? Admitting it: “hey little bro, I know you’re attached to me but you have to stop; it’s not the Jedi way. I know how you feel, I’m attached to you too—we’ll just have to figure that out together?”

No, he never does that. Not until it’s way too late, and Anakin has already conflated Obi-Wan’s refusal to express their bond out loud with how deceitful and two-faced the Jedi are, and they have to be enemies.

which, you know, understandable, considering who Obi-Wan is as a character. but still.

Yeesh. I love this character, I feel like he was when I first started thinking about the tangled web of character motivations and conflicts, but the poor guy.

[lovebugcody]

anakin has two hands, one for padme and one for rex

obi-wan also has two hands, one for satine and one for cody

rex has two hands, one for cody and one for anakin

and ya know what satine also has two hands, one for obi-wan and one for padme

[frostbitebakery]

I GOT THIS (jeez don’t look at me like that I really got this)

Day Night 1

“God, that’s disgusting,” Wolffe, as Obi-Wan has learned - not that anyone has introduced themselves yet -, says and flicks off sticky, charred Sithspawn flesh from his shirt. “I’m gonna use all your hot water, Codes.”

“Just come over here and help me.”

Cody, as Obi-Wan has learned about him in the last ten seconds, is a very considerate gentleman, carefully bracing Obi-Wan and checking him over not unlike his CMO back on the Negotiator.

Wolffe crouches down in front of him, shining a light into his eyes. “Hey, buddy,” he says, a bit distracted. “You don’t look so hot. And creepy,” he adds under his breath.

Obi-Wan’s forearm detaches itself from his elbow without his say so.

“Ugh,” Wolffe grimaces. “So disgusting.”

“I am sorry to inconvenience your sensibilities,” he manages to say. It takes everything out of him and he’d like to sleep for a couple of days but Cody’s chuckle is lifting his spirits either way.

Wolffe’s fingers are gentler than his demeanor as they poke him. “Don’t talk, Rob Zombie, your skin is peeling off.”

Hm, interesting. From a scientific perspective this is all highly entertaining.

“His pupils don’t dilate or expand at all,” Wolffe mutters. “How are you feeling?”

“Dead,” he croaks out.

“You look it, too,” Cody comments drily. Generally Obi-Wan appreciates honesty…

Wolffe prods some more at Obi-Wan’s apparently falling apart face. “Huh. The skin is fusing itself together again.”

“You can heal?”

I’m only newly not dead, he wants to say around his tongue that feels twice the size it should be. He shrugs and remembers his dislocated shoulder.

“I wonder,” Wolffe starts and rummages at Obi-Wan’s side.

It all strangely doesn’t hurt. His body is there, so is his awareness of it. Hurt, nerves, any kind of receptors to what should be incredible pain is absent.

“Ha, good as new. Don’t lose it again, buddy.”

Obi-Wan stares at his re-attached arm. He moves his fingers.

“Rude,” Wolffe says blandly to his experimental gesture while Cody fails to stifle his laughter. He sits back on his haunches, critical look taking in Obi-Wan before he turns to Cody. “I volunteer your apartment for a more thorough assessment.”

Cody heaves a sigh, shifts behind Obi-Wan. “Hospital is out of the picture, I guess.”

“You want to explain all that to the police?”

“No. No, you’re right.” Kind brown eyes fill Obi-Wan’s vision and perhaps, because he’s clearly out of practice, Obi-Wan forgets to breathe. “Hey, there, do you want to try to stand up?”

“Or he can carry you,” Wolffe suggests, sharp look narrowing in on him. “He’s extremely gullible when you invoke his hero complex.”

Obi-Wan narrows his eyes right back, feeling a smidgen of satisfaction as Wolffe jerks back. Instead of trying to speak, he twirls his fingers in an upward motion, and with their help he’s back on his feet.

He has no concept how long he’s been dead, where he is, why he is alive or here in this place.

“May,” he gets out after a few tries, slowly shuffling forwards between them, “I bother you for a cup of tea?”