#kenobers answers

[kenobers]

Do you have a face/fan cast for Jason? Like someone you envision when you write him? (I’m asking different Jason writers this question because I’m curious!)

Thank you for answering!

it really kinda depends on my mood. i’m a big fan of the jason being latino headcanon, so i love ciricearts depiction of him. i am just a girl so ofc jorge jiménez, dexter soy and dan mora do it for me, they really know how to slut a grown man out (even if they are perpetuators of blue eyed jason).

as for irl actors, i kinda envision oscar isaac. because if either of them were shapes, they’d be squares with just slightly rounded edges. and oscar isaac has that classic beauty with the body type i write jason as having. plus he can fuckin brood.

[trixree]

“I know what a 16 year old looks like”. discovers the actor who plays lucerys is 16.

I did not know what a 16 year old looks like and now I’m having baby batch feelings

Also when did 06 babies get to be 16. That sounds illegal

This ask is genuinely so incomprehensible to me, I love it

Out of the gate: "I know what a 16 year old looks like" what a confident thing to assert with 0 context, I'm hooked, I'm sold. Where is this going. "discovers the actor who plays lucerys is 16". I cannot stress enough that I have no idea who lucerys is.

Then I get to "baby batch feelings" and IT MAKES SENSE NOW! I UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE SAYING! You're referencing my young!Bad Batch AU! But then??? But then?? "when did 06 babies get to be 16. That sounds illegal" yeah babe!!! So illegal!!! That's why this drowned rat man is doing this with his face

[pacificwanderer]

Notice how these leakers were vaguely sowing R*ySky and R*ySolo rumors for attention UNTIL it was revealed that Palpatine was being brought back as the big baddie. Now suddenly, they have decided he is Rey's grandfather lol. Same goes for Keri Russell. Leakers were hinting that she was somehow involved with Luke's story, that she filmed scenes with Mark, etc. Now after Oscar and Keri's tease about a Poe/Zori romance, the leakers have dropped the idea of her being Rey's mother. How convenient!

Almost as if they have a problem with characters being powerful in their own right. No! NO! Rey can’t be powerful on her own because the Force chose her, she HAS to be a descendant of someone else, otherwise it doesn’t make sense (because things have to have real world justifications in a space opera fairytale).

I’ve always really disliked this idea. When everyone’s related, it says a whole shitton of negative things about the Force (one, that you’re only as important as your bloodline, which is just yuck) and it ends up making the galaxy feel smaller, not larger. If everyone has to be related to everyone else in order to be important, they’re never going to be able to expand the very limited group of characters they have now.

Which is precisely why they’re not going to make her a Palpatine or anyone else. TLJ told us, quite explictly, that it doesn’t matter where you came from. If the Force wants you, you’re worthy, no matter if you have powers or not. It’s in all living things and works through all living things.

And it’s almost like they’re just pulling this shit out of their asses, except they’re really bad at speculation (unless they’re lifting from other people lol).

All well, just ignore and scroll on, I guess.

Cheers

[mostthingskenobi]

We know Obi-Wan as this suave flirtatious negotiator, but it all goes down the drain when he faces Satine. I enjoy flustered Obi-Wan so much when Satine commented on his beard. It's the only time he looks unsure with himself. Not gonna lie he probably thinks about shaving it all a few times after that.

Oh anon I bet you are totally right!!! I suspect Obi-Wan is one of those dudes that grows a beard so people take him more seriously… like… he’s too baby-faced without it?? But after Satine was all “oooo your beardless face is the handsomest thing I’ve ever seen,” he probably spent a lot of time in front of the mirror covering up his facial hair, trying to imagine what he would look like without it.

Personally, I like Obi-Wan without a beard. He looks so young and dashing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still a huge fan of Mr. Handsome Beard. I honestly don’t know which I like better.

So let’s take a poll. What do you think?

DOES OBI-WAN KENOBI’S BEARD HIDE TOO MUCH OF HIS HANDSOME FACE?

Do you prefer clean shaven (aka face-vacuumed) Obi-Wan, or are you a fan of the bearded blessing? Let’s examine our prospects.

JEDI MASTER NO-BEARD KENOBI

DO YOU LIKE THE VISIBLY POUTY LOWER LIP?

THE STRONG CHIN?

THE REFINED JAWLINE?

HOW ABOUT WITH KORKIE’S HAIR PHOTOSHOPPED ON HIS HEAD? (lol you’re welcome!

THERE’S NO BEARD-NESS LIKE KENOBE’S BEARD-NESS

MAYBE YOU ARE A FAN OF THE WAY HIS MUSTACHE FRAMES HIS LIPS?

OR HOW HIS BEARD MAKES HIS CHEEKBONES MORE PROMINENT?

MAYBE YOU JUST LIKE THE COLOR?

OR HOW PERFECTLY GROOMED HE LOOKS? ALL! THE! TIME!

MAYBE YOU DON’T EVEN MIND IF HE HAS A LITTLE BLOOD IN HIS BEARD?

So what’s the consensus, friends? Let me know in the comments or by reblogging with your answer or by shooting me a message with your preference and I’ll reveal the results after a few days.

[legobiwan]

TCW Recap: “The Gungan General” (S1, E11)

I HAVE A LOT TO SAY ABOUT THIS EPISODE AND 90% OF IT IS ABOUT OBI-WAN AND DOOKU. THIS IS GOING TO BE *LONG*, PEOPLE.

Hondo would disagree, I think.

Speaking of whom... Narrator guy: “...the brigand, Hondo Ohnaka.” This is great. Brigand. Hondo would love it. 

And now what might be one of the greatest scenes of denial/rationalization in all of Star Wars, and I’m including Obi-wan’s infamous equivocation when it came to telling Luke about his father:

These guys are a mess. 

Come ON, Kenobi. (And you, too, Anakin.) I mean, honestly. “wE WeRe DruGGed, OhhhBvIouSlY.” Please, we all saw you chug that pirate drink, Kenobes. At least Anakin actually only took a sip.

I feel like this incident was kind of formative for Anakin. This won’t be the first time this episode we see Anakin’s Sith incarnation quote Obi-wan.

But you know what the absolute best part about this entire scene is? Dooku has been watching this go down the entire time. I MEAN. First of all, how did they get Obi-wan and Anakin tethered to Dooku, who would probably have rather swallowed his lightsaber than be in the same room as Anakin. But then he sits there, watches the last of his Lineage passed out on a floor and denying anything had happened? AMAZING. 

CAN WE PLEASE NOTE the first thing Dooku says, the very first words out of his mouth are this:

The first thing Dooku does is praise Obi-wan for being smart. And he calls him “Master Kenobi.” I have always been fascinated by Dooku’s predilection for calling Obi-wan by his formal title, because he certainly doesn’t do the same for Anakin (who Dooku usually refers to as “Skywalker” or some other demeaning, generalized noun.) I think (I would need to check again), but I think Dooku only calls Obi-wan by his first name in AotC, when he’s trying to play shared love of Qui-gon card on Geonosis. Sometimes he’ll refer to him just as “Kenobi,” but very often, and usually when Dooku is saying something complimentary to him, Dooku will use that moniker. It’s fascinating. The way these two are framed - the blocking - this episode is also telling and I’m going to point it out, because I feel like the animators went out of their way to show Obi-wan and Dooku together, and that, at times, Obi-wan was deferring and conferring with Dooku as much as Anakin. Which...so. much. to. read. into. that.

Oh yeah, and Dooku’s wonderful meditation pose here. He was meditating. I love it! That pose will come back later in this review. 

Okay, so I’ve mentioned this before, but the way they are tethered. Dooku to Obi-wan to Anakin. In perfect lineage order, Obi-wan the linchpin between the two sides.

Bless Hondo and his mother. 

You know what I find funny? The turncoat pirate, whatever-his-name-was thinks it’s going to be so easy to pull one over on Hondo. Hondo, who somehow captured two of the most accomplished Jedi in the Order and a Sith Lord. Who knows what a Sith Lord is. Who knows what a lightsaber is (laser-sword.) Hondo plays dumb and fast-and-loose because he can. He expects his men to turn on him and knows he’ll deal with it. Smart man. His mother was smart, too. Also, he is hilarious I love Hondo so much. 

So Palpatine sent Jar Jar on this mission so it would fail, right? At least, that would be his reasoning. But! Jar Jar was super-competent this episode! (More on that later. I am part of the Jar Jar Defense Squad, I have to admit.)

Plus, Jar Jar’s antics just make me laugh. 

Here’s a question. Those binders our trio had. They’re Force-suppressing, at least a little bit, right? They have to be, otherwise, there’s no way Dooku would be wasting his time levitating a knife off a plate to jimmy the cell door.

Now, I love the whole exchange here: Dooku: “Do control your protégé’s insolence so I can concentrate.” Obi-wan: “Anakin!” Anakin: “What?” Obi-wan: “Control your insolence. The Count is concentrating.”

This is great for about five different reasons. One, Dooku always addresses Obi-wan and Obi-wan only, never Anakin, unless it’s a retort to something Anakin said. The term protégé is also funny. I don’t know, it’s just very Dooku language. Now, mind you, Dooku doesn’t know Obi-wan all that well. They met on Geonosis, Qui-gon may or may not have told stories about Dooku to Obi-wan (my guess is that Qui-gon didn’t, given their contentious relationship when Obi-wan was a Padawan). So this is really the first time Dooku is getting to learn just who Obi-wan is, and Obi-wan is responding with some first-class snark. And the two of them low-key snark each other the rest of the episode. There’s an almost-playfulness to the exchanges between Obi-wan and Dooku (as opposed to Anakin and Dooku who just want to rip each other’s throats out) and you have to wonder what is going through both their heads at this point.

Dooku: “Well done, if I do say so myself.” (you asshole, Dooku) Obi-wan: (snark)

Anakin out there having PTSD from being chained to a Sith Lord and watching his Master low-key banter with his Dark Side Grandmaster 30-something years later.

 Yikes, they killed off two pilots and a Senator in that crash?

Okay, the whole deal with “Do we know where we’re going?” Anakin absolutely cannot ask that question of Dooku because Dooku will tear him a new one. Obi-wan, however, not only can get away with it, but get some semblance of an answer out of Dooku. These two, I SWEAR.

I don’t know, this screencap just amused me.

Getting back to blocking. Check this out:

Anakin gets the keycard while Obi-wan listens to Dooku. This is telling and it happens more than once. 

Again with the blocking. Again with Obi-wan getting away with sassing the hell out of Dooku. Also, Dooku’s claim of “Of course it’s safe?” Did this man train Qui-gon Jinn, or what? Honestly.

“I don’t want to kill you, per se.” Oh, Hondo. “You seem like decent fellows, even you Count.” Interesting observation and Hondo’s not wrong - at this point, at least. Hondo is observant. He knows what a Sith can do. Dooku could do serious damage and he’s controlling himself here and Hondo, I think, notices. 

And then after Hondo leaves? Obi-wan addresses Dooku first.

hmmmmm

Interesting that they bury Senator Kharrus on Florrum and don’t try to bring the body back when they do make a deal of bringing back the bodies of slain Jedi to Coruscant. 

THIS PART

They way Dooku is in this shot, almost observing like he’s some kind of teacher. They way Dooku turns Obi-wan’s own words on him with the “most impressive” bit. Poor Anakin must really be confused as to what was going on there, because a) he wasn’t part of this subtle banter and b) Obi-wan is bantering with a Sith Lord who happens to be Obi-wan’s Grandmaster and there’s a lot more connection between those two than between Anakin and Dooku. 

Competent!JarJar!!!!

The framing, again. You know, in recounting this, it kind of strikes me how much this is an episode about Dooku and Obi-wan, with Anakin being kind of an afterthought. 

I have to talk about this little moment. When Dooku says he would kill them both if he didn’t have to drag their bodies. Look real closely at Dooku and Obi-wan here.

That little movement at the end. Dooku actually gives Obi-wan a little shove! Not to hurt him, but probably to get back at him for the way Obi-wan pushed him behind some crates by the shoulder earlier. These two are having a constant, very very subtle confrontation throughout this episode, each one answering the other in a mirror. And Anakin is just *super* confused. I mean, wow, are Dooku and Obi-wan a mirror of each other or what? 

FRAMING ALERT

And then this. Obi-wan saves Dooku. I’ve already gone on about this at length elsewhere but the symbolism of Dooku’s tether breaking, Obi-wan reaching out, the way they are inverted, the way it could be implied that either Obi-wan could pull Dooku up or drag Obi-wan down, that Anakin could destroy them all if he let go (what?!?), the gap between Obi-wan and Dooku where Qui-gon should have been. This is one of my favorite bits of subtle symbolism in the series. SO. GOOD.

Okay, this is the last bit we get with Dooku and Obi-wan interacting, so I should be wrapping this up soon, hahahaha. Things to note here. Dooku is always angled towards Obes, the body language says everything. Obi-wan is meditating in a position that mirrors Dooku’s from the opening, and Anakin is not. The entire rest of this scene you have to wonder if there’s some kind of Force communication going on between those two. And in the last screengrab, it almost looks like Dooku doesn’t want Obes to leave. They have a bizarre, twisted relationship and I. LOVE. IT. (plus, that was kind of a Dooku-ish line there, Kenobi.)

*adopts Hermione Granger voice* EXCUSE ME, DISNEY, IT’S BOMBAD clankens! Don’t be doing by boy Jar Jar wrong here.

You know that’s right. I am fully convinced Jar Jar didn’t actually slip when he took control of that tank. While Jar Jar is clumsy, he also uses that to his advantage sometimes. A little bit like Hondo plays the fool. 

I love the fact Hondo is just like, well, “I guess we have to torture them now.” It’s so random, hilarious, and over-the-top.

Oh, Hondo.

Ah, now that Obi-wan is gone Dooku can let loose and kill people. How much do you want to bet he was reigning in his impulses because Obi-wan was around and he still entertained the notion of getting Kenobi to his side? Because I think so. 

No more Kenobi = time to murder someone brutally.

It’s nice to see Dooku flying his own ship for once, instead of hailing the droid Uber. He’s not only a good swordfighter, but I imagine a pretty good pilot and fond of racing in his younger days, if I’m remembering Jedi Lost correctly. 

AND FINALLY. This is why Hondo loves Obi-wan. Ha! Yeah, we’ll let you go Hondo, but Dooku knows where you live. 

I love this man.

[tryinghuman]

You have probably answers this before but how do you pronounce EBE1? I’ve been saying it like “ee bee one”. Mostly because it’s similar to Obi Wan and “EBE1 Kenobe” makes me giggle.

Like E - B - E - One. EBE is an initialism for extraterrestrial biological entity so all the letters are pronounced.

[pandora15]

3-5, 7, 9, 10, 13, 17, 21, 26, 27, and 38, please?

3. Favourite character from Prequals?

*shifts awkwardly* I think y’all know the answer to that one, right?

it’s obes kenobes

4. Favourite character from original trilogy?

Han Solo!  I read quite a few fics focused on him before I got around to watching the prequels and getting obsessed with Obi-Wan.

5. Favourite character from sequal trilogy?

Hm...it’s hard to say, I think it’s a tie between Rey and Finn.

7. If you could choose any profession to have in the GFFA, what would you be?

Hmmm......I’d like to be away from all the drama and death and stuff, so maybe I’d be a farmer or something? But knowing me, I’d probably not like that very much. *shrugs*

9. What food from Star Wars would you want to try?

Blue milk sounds really cool, ngl.

10. Which character do you feel is most like you?

Oh jeez, I have no idea.  I feel like I can identify with quite a few of the characters, and also exactly none of them.  Does that make sense?

13. Would you want to be a force user?

Oooh that would be really cool - but I’d have to be really careful about it.  Definitely don’t want Palpacreep getting on my trail.

17. How were you introduced to the fandom?

Hm...So let’s backtrack to my very first semester of college, circa October 2015.  I was studying for a chem exam with people in my dorm, my friend walked up to my table and asked us if we wanted to see the midnight show for TFA in December.  Despite not really wanting to see it, I agreed because I basically had no social life and I was desperate for friends (yikes).

Keep in mind, at the time, I’d watched the OT maybe once when I was really little (and remembered very little of it) and ROTS when it came out in theaters (which I remembered more of because of Mustafar and the realization that Luke and Leia were siblings).

So yeah, I got to see TFA right when it got released, and I loved it.  Then, over the winter break that followed, I told myself I’d (re)watch all of the previous Star Wars movies so I can fill in all the gaps and refresh my memory.

I watched the OT in January 2016, liked it, and found myself really liking Han’s character!  Then, I tried to start TPM, got stuck on a scene that jarred me a bit, and decided I’d get back to it.  I ended up giving up on it because I had to go back to school for the spring 2016 semester.

Throughout that semester, I kept thinking that I couldn’t call myself a Star Wars fan without even watching the prequels.  So as soon as the spring 2016 semester finished, in May 2016, I watched TPM on one night, and then AOTC and ROTS back to back two nights later.  By the time I finished, it was really late so I just fell asleep and that was it.

And then, two days later, it hit me - Obi-Wan Kenobi.

And yep, that’s it.  I started reading a bunch of fics, realized that there was a whole bunch of Obi-Wan content in TCW (including Maul returning?? which intrigued me to no end when I first learned about it), and binged TCW that summer.

And the rest is history! :)

21. Which heroine is your favourite?

Ahsoka!!!! I love her!

26. What type of job would you want?

I feel like this question is really similar to #7?  But I guess it would be cool to do something math-y or technical, since there’s a lot of technological advancements in Star Wars, especially in the PT era.

27. Top 3 planets to visit?

Naboo, Coruscant, and Alderaan!

38. Fic recommendations?

Oh, jeez, I mean I made a post a few weeks ago here.  But here are a few that I’ve read recently and enjoyed:

somebody to someone by katierosefun

Asleep In The Morning Snow by UnderABlueSky

And Now They Walk Alone by LazarusII

Unexpected Kindness by wr0ngsideofreality (slothlover42)

And there’s a whole bunch more I’m definitely forgetting, but yeah!

(star wars asks)

[kenobers]

just read your Obi-Wan mafia story...What about a Jason Todd mafia au 👀

ngl i think about this a lot bc one thing about me is that i love a good mafia au (not in a dark romance way) and i'm surprised they aren't more common in jason todd-batfam spheres. but i've specifically been thinking about the incredibly niche arranged marriage subgenre of mafia fics and jason quite a bit lately

Like always, Wayne is a prominent name in Gotham, but they're just as prominent in the criminal underworld as they are in high society. Instead of a fearsome vigilante, the Batman is an elusive mafia Don that only a few outside of the underworld know is really Bruce Wayne.

Your parents are District Attorneys working under the table for Maroni, a rival of the Batman. Maroni brings up your name to Bruce while discussing potential ways to marry their two families in an alliance. After all, Maroni has no daughters of his own and marrying you to one of Bruce's wayward boys would ensure your parents stay under his thumb. The idea of an arranged marriage is a little old fashioned to Bruce, but he thinks it might help rein in Jason, the most unruly of his sons.

So without getting much of a say, you and Jason get hitched. Needless to say neither of you are happy about the situation, but Jason's got a lot more attitude about it. He's cold, he's mean, he's scary. He's the most mysterious Wayne child, both in the crime world and regular society. So all you've heard about Jason is that he's violent.

Thankfully, he never seems to be home enough to prove whether or not that's true. When he is home, he hardly talks to you unless it's absolutely necessary or you're in his way.

At first you try to remedy the stiffness. You try making dinner, reading books from his shelf, asking if he wants to watch a show together, inviting him out with your friends. You know this isn't a marriage of love, but that doesn't mean you have to be enemies. It's nice to have a friend. However, he's stubborn. The more he ignores or sneers at your attempt, the more miserable it makes you. He looks at you like this is all your fault, like he's comparing you to the hook-ups you're sure he's having. It all just makes you feel like complete shit. After a few weeks, you just start glaring back.

It's frustrating. It's frustrating to have a moody husband that doesn't want anything to do with you. It's even more frustrating when you through in the whole mob situation on top of that. Of course you had your suspicions about your parents connections. Of course you already knew to look over your shoulder, to not say anything. But at least you didn't have to know anything.

You're not supposed to ask when Jason comes home with blood on his hands, but you always know what it's from. You know what the unlabeled packages hidden in your bathroom are. You know which cops to call if Jason gets arrested. You know which important figures are being paid off, which ones are secretly in the Family; including your father-in-law because on top of all this, you also have to be a Wayne now.

You can't see your friends as much because you might accidentally blab to them (and you're too paranoid to risk getting any of them in trouble). You can't explain to them why you married Bruce Wayne's son out of nowhere. You can't even talk about Jason to the friends that stuck around after your big 'reveal' was received as a slap in the face to your entire friend system. You just had to lie that you'd been keeping you 'relationship' with him a secret. You've been "asked" not to work until the powers that be are absolutely positive you can be trusted. Although you have a sinking suspicion that it's just a ploy to turn you into a housewife. It feels like there's always someone watching you, making sure you're behaving and keeping quiet.

All this for a husband who frankly couldn't give a fuck about you.

Maybe you should be glad that Jason ignores you. You've heard the stories about mob wives. You know that he could be worse. You'd rather have a husband that can't stand to touch you than one who puts his hands on you.

But still.

It's lonely.

At least Jason's siblings are nice. Dick's made it a habit to check-in on you and Jason once a week. Mostly on you, you think. Since he mostly swings by when Jason's out of the apartment. Dick is good company. He's easy to get along with, appreciates your cooking and is sympathetic to your struggle with being thrust head first into this life. But he never stays for long and he always looks at you with so much pity. Even if he is interested in getting to know his sister-in-law, you both know he's really here because he knows his brother is a jerk.

Once he let it slip to the other siblings that you make bomb cookies, they start showing up unannounced every now and then. They're weird, but they're fun. You would make more of an effort to form an actual friendship with them if you didn't think it would lead to arguments with Jason. You're not willing to risk your peace, even if it's miserable.

Still, you let yourself feel some satisfaction at the way Jason's temple throbs every time he comes home to find Tim and Duke have accidentally gotten sucked into whatever you're watching.

Months of marriage purgatory come to a head when Jason comes home in the middle of the night to find you drunk off your ass. It's your friend's birthday. You haven't spoken to her since your engagement to Jason was announced. If you had to guess, she probably didn't feel like she could trust you after you had to make everyone think that you just casually hid a serious relationship. She probably assumed you just didn't trust her. You sent her a 'happy birthday, I miss you' message, only to realize you'd been blocked. Which stung more than any bitch face Jason could ever make at you.

So you celebrate her birthday with a bottle of gin. Fuck it, no one's here to judge you. Until your meanass, killjoy excuse of a husband interrupts you by having the audacity to come home. Jason discovers you hunkered down on the couch, lips to bottle, scrolling pathetically through old pictures from when you actually had a life.

Jason rolls his eyes at the sight. He probably would've just gone to bed and left you to your own devices, but the contents of that gin bottle have been utterly depleted since he poured himself a glass last night. He's not about to risk waking up to see you've choked to death on your own vomit. Dick would never let him hear the end of it.

So instead he scoffs and chastises you, subtly trying to get you to explain why you're plastered without making it seem like he cares. He's expecting some swallow, 'whoopsie-daisies' response, but instead he accidentally opens up your floodgates.

You tell him all about your friends, how this marriage destroyed your life, how lonely you are. That...That strikes a nerve for Jason. He's been so frustrated with suddenly having to share his space with a stranger, that he hadn't stopped to think about how much of an actual change this was for you. To be roped into the mafia, of all fucking things.

"...This must all be so terrifying for you," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. You look at him with sad eyes, glazed over with gin and dark with exhaustion.

"Yeah. Yeah, it is."

Jason will never forgive himself for the fact that this is the first real connection the two of you have shared this entire time. He feels even shitty that it took him seeing you like this to decide to be nicer to you.

He isn't sold on being a husband yet, but he supposes he knows a thing or two about being a friend. And maybe it would benefit him if you knew a thing or two about being in the mafia. He would feel better about leaving you alone at home if he was confident in your ability to handle a piece.

He can't fix everything overnight, but this...this is a start.

[jassrain]

Meditation brought Kenobi back to Mandalore, the red armor stiff but still allowed a reasonable amount of movement. He was before the Zabrak and the Throne of Mandalore. Under Maul's control the place has become drab and cheerless, as the dark side settled into the Throne room.

"Your noble flaw is a weakness shared by you and your Dutchess. You should have chosen the dark side, Master Jedi. Your emotions betray you, your fear and yes your anger. Let your anger deepen your hatred."

"Don't listen to him Obi-" Satine squeaked out before Maul silenced her.

"Quiet!" Maul snapped, lifting the Duchess by her throat and waving the Darksaber.

"You can kill me but you'll never destroy me. It takes strength to resist the dark side, only the weak embrace it." The words were more defiant than Kenobi felt.

"It is more powerful than you know." Maul snarled.

"And those who oppose it are more powerful than you'll ever be.

But I know where you're from. I've been to your village. I know the decision to join the dark side wasn't yours. The Nightsisters made it for you." Whatever Maul's plan was, Kenobi was sure Satine had been figured into it, just what remained to be seen. It was difficult to focus on anything, with Satine held aloft in Maul's grip, the Darksaber being waved carelessly. Savage Opress looming and menacing itching for something to happen, probably and preferably the death of a jedi.

"Silence!" Maul snapped, the anger obviously rising in him. "You think you know me? It was I who languished for years thinking of nothing but you. Nothing but this moment." He pointed the Darksaber at Satine. "And now the perfect tool for my vengeance is in front of us. I never planned on killing you but I will make you share my pain, Kenobi."

With that Kenobi felt the tremor as Maul readied for the kill, an attempt to step forward was greeted with blaster butts to the back, knocking him to his knees. If not for the armor he would have completely lost focus as it was he held enough to redirect Satine's path as Maul pulled her to the Darksaber. With a growl Maul pulled Satine to the Darksaber again and again Kenobi found the strength to redirect her path, now to his waiting arms. The guards around him swung their blasters to strike but he was already on his feet to grab Satine, though he misjudged and they collided falling to the floor together.

“Again, Ben?” Satine sassed using her old nickname for him as she worked herself free to get up.

“I’m sure it beats what Maul is planning.” Kenobe was to his feet first and pulled her up and towards the door as she fumbled to get her feet under her. Blaster bolts started singing past them, he reached for his lightsaber that wasn’t there, taken by the guards. He flung Satine forward through the door “GO!” He shouted for her to run as he turned to face their pursuers, as she passed through the doors the wall seemed to have exploded debris raining down around him and knocking back those intent on recapturing him. Looking over his shoulder Kenobi saw a Mandalorian woman in an owl-eyed T-visor helmet talking to Satine, using a wrist shield to block incoming blaster bolts. Another Mando took Satine in a speeder as the owl-eyed Mando came to Kenobi's side flipping his lightsaber to him.

"This might do you better than just standing there." The Mando grunted while dodging more blaster fire. "Now, let's get out of here and regroup."

"Fine by me" Obi-Wan agreed, deflecting blaster bolts back, disabling weapons and jetpacks while moving back to where his rescuer entered.

"Can you handle one of these?" The Mando asked passing Kenobi a jetpack.

"I'm a fast learner" he answered, attaching it to the borrowed armor.

"Good, we'll get you out of the city and back to the Republic, you can report what happened here to the jedi and the senate."

"That will bring a Republic invasion." He protested.

"Better that than leave Mandalore in the clutches of Maul."

"Very well, I'll make my report but I'm not returning to the Order or the Republic. I'm leaving both until everything here is put right and that old wound Maul is dealt with."

"Why would you do that?" If Mandalorian could have any expression, hers would have confusion.

"I think your sister would know." He then added under his breath "maybe in my leaving for love, Anakin would find the strength to do the same."

As the vision faded images of Satine and Bo-katan were in the hut, Satine leaning against the counter and Bo-Katan sitting on it, both women talking and starting to get animated about the best way of dealing with the current state of Mandalore or pushing back against the Empire.

[fanfic-phoenix]

Coruscanti Shenanigans, Volume 1: 41 BBY, Padawan Dojo

Masterpost

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A nightmare has driven Obi-Wan to the Padawan Dojo, and Quinlan has found him there.

Really, the spar is inevitable.

The Padawan Dojo had become something of a refuge for Obi-Wan over the years.  When he couldn’t sleep, when he couldn’t focus on his work a moment longer without screaming and/or attempting to tear out his braid at the root, when Qui-Gon Jinn’s silent disapproval became too much to bear without bursting into undignified, frustrated tears, he found his way here, working his way through the basic cadences over and over and over again.  As if getting them right - getting them perfect - could solve his problems.

Surely, if he could just get them right, if he could prove to Qui-Gon that he was ready, that he was capable, he’d be allowed to specialise, allowed to choose a form, allowed to move forwards, and everything would be ok.

It had to be ok.  He needed it to be ok.  Because if it wasn’t, if it didn’t work…

Obi-Wan shook himself, shook out his hands, ignoring how his fingers had started to ache after so long clenched around his ‘saber.  The nightmare that had chased him here was just barely beginning to loosen its grip on his pounding heart; now, when he breathed, he smelt only plasma and sweat, rather than the reek of smoke and still-bubbling flesh he’d dreamed was choking him.

He forced himself to think of something else.  Of battles already fought, battles already won.  He closed his eyes and let the Force guide him through half-remembered movements - parry the strike he’d once missed, deflect the bolt he’d once absorbed, and now, strike-!

“Woah!”

Eyes flying open, Obi-Wan froze, his breath catching in his throat.  The blue light of his ‘saber made the room seem harsh, unkind, painting the shadows as sinister and turning the figure at the door into a stranger.

The figure took a step closer.

“Vos.”  Obi-Wan relaxed, flicking his ‘saber off.  “Hello.”

Vos smiled, raising his eyebrow.  “Obes Kenobes’ playing the rebel?”

He rolled his eyes, determinedly not thinking about how his Master might react - how his Master might worry - if he knew how Obi-Wan trained so late at night.

Dark brown eyes met Obi-Wan’s grey.  Vos softened.  “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said.  Lied.  Far too quickly - Vos looked like he didn’t believe a word of it.  “Couldn’t sleep”

Vos nodded understandingly.  Of course, if anyone understood nightmares, it was him, haunted not only by his own past, but by the pasts he gleaned from the worlds around him.

After a moment, when it was clear Vos didn’t mean to speak again, Obi-Wan reignited his ‘saber and closed his eyes.  He pictured himself on a battlefield, a thousand blasters ahead of him, and steeled himself.  If he gave himself to the Force, submerged himself, let himself drown, then he’d deflect every bolt, and then - next mission, perhaps - Qui-Gon would have to see…

He shook himself.  Imagined the first bolt exploding from the blaster.

The Force moved him to deflect.  He could hear the crackle of it in his ears, like static, and smelt again the burning plasma.  His muscles screamed as he turned and blocked and swung and kept every bolt from striking home, but he was ready, he was determined, they would not get past him, he would not fail-

“Hey, Obes-”

He stumbled to a halt.  For a half-second he felt the burn of the bolt he’d missed searing its way through his shoulder, but he blinked, and it was gone.  “What?”

Too snappish.  Vos raised his hands in surrender.

“If you’re trying to wear yourself out, why don’t we spar?”

Obi-Wan froze a second time.  The answer, really, was perfectly simple.  For three years now - three kriffing years! - Obi-Wan had been harbouring a crush on one Quinlan Vos.  More than harbouring it.  He’d tended it.  Nurtured it.  Fed it with the memory of two shared kisses and half-thrilling, half-terrifying ideas of what it might be like to kiss him again.

(He imagined, sometimes, taking him aside in the refectory and kissing him in full view of everyone.  Other times, he daydreamed about visiting the quarters he shared with Master Tholme and the privacy they might find there.  Fantasies of kissing the yellow tattoos on his cheeks - and perhaps being able to discover where else Quinlan might have been tattooed - had become alarmingly frequent.)

The situation had been made rather a lot worse by Quinlan’s increasingly defined arms, and verged on dire when one also considered his new-found love of sleeveless robes.  So now, not only had his muscles begun to swell, but his clothes now served to frame them in a manner most infuriating for those poor Jedi trying desperately to hide their crushes.

And, on top of all that, was the fact that all spars with Quinlan Kriffing Vos ended in hand-to-hand combat.  It was inevitable, like the rise and fall of the sun.  Quinlan refused to surrender for something as petty as being disarmed and would immediately turn to wrestling, and Obi-Wan simply had to grit his teeth and get through it, languishing in the twin agonies of unfulfilled desire and his own stubborn refusal to throw the match and dishonour them both.

It occurred to him, suddenly, that he’d been silent too long.  Any longer, and Vos would know that something was wrong.

He swallowed, then nodded, since there was clearly nothing else for it.

Vos grinned, unclipping his ‘saber from his belt.  “Knew you couldn’t resist me.”

Rather than answer and risk admitting how true that was, Obi-Wan took his opening form.  Not the basic cadence - he surprised himself with the thrill of his own rebellion - but Soresu.  Defensive form.

The green glow of Vos’ ‘saber filled the room, bright and excitable.

Vos made the first move, a lightning-quick poke towards his stomach, testing his defences.  Obi-Wan deflected it with ease.

“Not bad,” Vos said.  “Surprised Jinn doesn’t let you-”

“Not tonight.”  He didn’t mean to snap, even as his fingers clenched again, so he tried to be softer.  “Just…  Not tonight.”

Nodding his acceptance - his apology - Vos leapt instead into duelling.  He was aggressive, unpredictable.  Karking brilliant, really.  The Force settled around him like a cloak, hiding his intentions.  Obi-Wan struggled to predict his moves; it was only three years of friendship (and hopeless crushing) that let him read him.  If Vos had been a stranger, the fight would have already ended.

As it was, Obi-Wan blocked him every time, held him back.  Made himself into the eye of Quinlan’s storm, the stone that shaped the river’s path.  His wrists began to ache but he held his ground, kept his nerve, and when the time was right-

Quinlan’s ‘saber clattered to the ground.  Obi-Wan clipped his own to his belt.

“Cocky.”  Quinlan didn’t sound judgemental.  He sounded impressed.

It was intoxicating.

“Confident,” Obi-Wan corrected, and he desperately hoped it wasn’t a lie.

Whatever adrenaline rush was fuelling Obi-Wan right now, he decided to allow it.  He let it push him to go faster, to duck beneath Quinlan’s fists, to weave between his fierce-looking kicks, to brush off the blows that landed.  Obi-Wan himself landed far fewer hits; Quinlan was taller and broader and far more practised, leading him on a merry chase around the room until Obi-Wan lost his patience and charged into him, arms wrapping around his waist as he sent them both crashing to the hard floor.

Obi-Wan braced himself, pinning Quinlan’s wrists as best he could, sitting himself on his stomach, knees on either side of him.  He knew - they both knew - that Quinlan could push him off.  Could easily push him off.

And yet, they remained as they were, both of them breathless.

The reality of their position started to creep in as a blush prickling up the back of Obi-Wan’s neck.  He felt Quinlan’s pulse thrumming against his fingers and was fairly certain his own was speeding along at a match.

He swallowed, as subtle as he could manage.  “You lose.”

Quinlan looked up at him for a long, silent moment.  “Doesn’t seem like losing to me.”

Oh.

Alright then.

Obi-Wan’s jaw slammed shut so harshly he imagined Quinlan could hear the clack of teeth-on-teeth, the sick crunch of tendon and bone.  He sprang up and when Quinlan followed, he grabbed him by his infuriating, sweat-damp, sleeveless robes, fists so tight his knuckles went white.  For once, Quinlan seemed surprised.

And he seemed even more surprised when Obi-Wan started to pull him towards the changing rooms.

“Why are we moving?”

“Because,” said Obi-Wan, with a mild calm that caught even himself off guard, “the Dojo doesn’t lock, the changing rooms do, and I want to kiss you without risk of interruption.  Is that acceptable?”

Quinlan looked fairly shell-shocked.  Obi-Wan found he rather liked being the cause of that kind of look.

“Hells yes,” Quinlan said.

“Good.”

The changing rooms weren’t exactly spacious, but it didn’t exactly matter.  The door locked with a click, Quinlan was burning hot beneath his hands, and when Obi-Wan kissed him, he let out a delicious little sigh.  Obi-Wan couldn’t help but wonder how, exactly, he’d managed a full three years without him.

Quinlan’s gloved hand came up to cup his cheek.  As they pulled apart, it stayed there.

Obi-Wan found he rather liked that, too.

“Does this mean we’re dating now?” Quinlan asked.  For a moment there seemed a note of hope in his voice, though perhaps Obi-Wan was imagining that.

“If we’re dating,” he said, “does that mean I can keep kissing you?”

“Force yes.”

“Then yes.”  Obi-Wan thought he sounded quite calm for a boy getting almost everything he’d spent three years wanting.  “I mean-  If you’d like to be.”

Quinlan smiled, something brighter than the grins and smirking of before, and kissed him impossibly softly, barely a brush against his lips, still holding his cheek like he was something precious.

“We’re dating now,” Quin said.

And that was that.

[redrikki]

Character ask meme: PT Trio

Anakin

Why I like them - Because he’s a compelling character with just enough damage to make him interesting and challenging.

Why I don’t - I like him as a character, but the minute he started slaughtering innocents I stopped liking him as a person

Favorite episode (scene if movie) - Ah, all of them? It’s really hard to pick.

Favorite season/movie - Revenge of the Sith, mostly because Hayden’s acting is freaking amazing.

Favorite line - “My name is Anakin and I’m a person” mostly because it was the literal high point of his life, identity, and self-esteem. It was all downhill from there.

Favorite outfit - His Darth Vader outfit is iconic for a reason, but, if we’re going for stuff he wore while calling himself Anakin, I’d say the one he wore while staring off the balcony in AotC with his shirt unbuttoned.

OTP - Anakin/Padme

Brotp - Snips and Skyguy

Head Canon - I have so many. He was neruodivergent. He had anxiety and complex PTSD. He knew how to cook.

Unpopular opinion - He wasn’t the human dumpster fire he’s often portrayed as in fic. He was actually incredibly competent or at least good at faking it until he made it when it came to leading men, fixing things, conducting investigations, functioning on a daily basis, being a mentor, etc. What he lacked were the skills to deal with loss and to make life decisions because the Jedi had deliberately stripped him of both.

A wish - That he’d left the Jedi when he got married. Or when Ahsoka did. Or, you know, ever, and also gotten himself out of range of Palpatine in the process.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen - Well, his life already went to shit in so many spectacular ways I’m not even really sure how to answer this one.

5 words to best describe them - Damaged boy tries and fails

My nickname for them - Ani

Padme

Why I like them - Because she’s complicated, yo. She loves democracy, but believes that she personally is the best person to solve any crisis. She is a top notch diplomat who is not afraid to throw down. She cares for the little guy, but often has trouble spotting her own privilege. I could go on.

Why I don’t - She’s so much prettier than me and can pull off outfits I never could. How dare she?

Favorite episode (scene if movie) - When she recaptures the throne in TPM. Iconic.

Favorite season/movie - The Phantom Menace is her movie and her time to shine.

Favorite line - “This is how liberty dies…to thunderous applause.”

Favorite outfit - Pretty much everything she wears as a senator, but the one she wears during the above quote especially.

OTP - Anakin/Padme

Brotp - With her handmaidens

Head Canon - She’s the one who proposed to Anakin because she couldn’t bear the thought of not having some claim on him if he died, but she’s also the one who insisted that he not give up on being a Jedi because she honestly believed it mattered as much to him as being a senator did to her.

Unpopular opinion - She’s not perfect, but she’s certainly not weak or stupid for crying when things got crazy or believing that there was still good left in Anakin. Also, she died because Palpatine drained her life force to keep Anakin alive, not because Anakin killed her or a ‘broken heart.’

A wish - That she hadn’t died and that she and Anakin got to raise their kids on Naboo.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen - Well, she died tragically after seeing all that she’d worked for her entire life go to shit so…

5 words to best describe them - Politician with rose-colored glasses.

My nickname for them - None, really.

Obi-Wan

Why I like them - Because he’s a manipulative asshole who tries his best to be a good person and do the right thing.

Why I don’t - Because he’s a self-righteous manipulative asshole who often does more harm than good and if he tried to pull that shit on me, I would punch his smug face.

Favorite episode (scene if movie) - The Deception Arc in TCW because it is batshit insane, but captures pretty much all of Obi-Wan’s defining traits including his devotion to the greater good, his utter lack of empathy for those he cares about, his nastier side, his code of personal ethics, and his knack for being a lying liar who lies. Special mention also goes to the Obi-Wan/Maul duel in TPM because that was fucking epic.

Favorite season/movie - Attack of the Clones. It was his movie and his time to shine.

Favorite line - “What I said was true…from a certain point of view.” Classic Kenobi.

Favorite outfit - Does he own more than one?

OTP - Obi-Wan/His own self-righteousness

Brotp - Obi-Wan & Anakin

Head Canon - Obi-Wan always enjoyed alcohol and would never pass up a drink when offered. After the war, he became a full blown alcoholic for a while, drinking home made fermented black melon juice, and other stuff he traded jawas for. Something happened at the Lars farm that he was too drunk to deal with and he forced himself to sober up so he wouldn’t fail yet another Skywalker.

Unpopular opinion - Obi-Wan is not the mom friend and was actually a pretty terrible mentor because he a) never really saw his student clearly or objectively, and b) was more concerned with keeping Anakin contained and obedient than with helping him grow into a complete and independent person.

A wish - That he had been able to break away from his Jedi indoctrination enough to not be so afraid of his own emotions that he couldn’t say “I love you” to the people he cared about.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen - Well, two people he dearly loved died in his arms, and another betrayed him and destroyed his entire life’s work so…

5 words to best describe them - Half-truths and hyperbole…bitch. 

My nickname for them - Obes Kenobes

Character Meme

[gayfanficsanonymous]

...

(the answer was: general kenobe)

hello there!

Hey kiddo!

[dearthofequanimity]

(yet another!) tag game

tagged by @lowkey-avenger ! Thanks so much! rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better. 1. Nicknames: tanyy? 2. gender: female 3. star sign: cancer 4. height: 5'4 5. time: 10:38 am 6. birthday: June 7. favorite bands: p!atd, …idk 8. favorite solo artists: Selena Gomez, Ariana grande, Rihanna 9. song stuck in my head: new rules 10. last movie I watched: spiderman: homecoming 11. last show I watched: dr. Ken 12. when did I create my blog: a month or so before cacw when team cap was doing a Tumblr q and a 13. what do I post: marvel, Star Wars, other fandoms like hp and dc, I’ve written one fic and would do more, misc aesthetic things, social awareness things and personal anecdotes 14. last thing I googled: ukulele chords 15. do you have any other blogs: I have tons of URLs saved but no 16. do you get asks: rarely 17. why did you choose your url: bc it means “I have no chill” but in fancy vocab which I love 18. following: 221 19. followers: lol 99 20. favorite colors: blue, millennial pink, white 21. average hours of sleep: 7-8 22. lucky number: 22 23. Musical instruments: piano, clarinet, recorder (?), ukulele 24. what am I wearing: grey bralette, pink pj shorts 25. how many blankets do I sleep with: 1 26. dream job: an actor in a marvel or Star Wars movie 27. dream trip: cali 28. favorite food: Vietnamese bean pudding dessert stuff 29. nationality: Canadian 30. favorite song right now: BOYS tagging: I always tag like the same ppl but @miraculousfinn @volklana @viollettes @toms-spidey @jessiedrew @undomiel @alrightanakin @ewoksnuggles @obes-kenobes @chirrrutt @anthvnystcrk @andorcassian @mqrdock @buttercookie-art @rosetico that’s as much as I’ll do but of course feel free to not do it love y'all!!

[lumiereswig]

BATB 1991 vs 2017 tag

Originally posted by @forr-everrmorre

Tagged by: @forr-everrmorre. Thanks!

RULES:

Answer each question by picking either option. You can explain your choice if you want.

Once you’re done, tag 5 people! Or don’t. Up to you.

Add your own related questions if you want!

Include the rules just in case!

Have fun choosing :)

Cast/Characters:

Paige O’ Hara’s Belle or Emma Watson’s Belle

Emma’s Belle because....she’s kind of a beast, tbh. She’s sharp and suspicious and prickly from her lifetime of being left out of things; she only softens as she finds her home at the palace. Her singing is a bit naff, but Emma’s Belle is far more interesting, and brings more complexity to the romance. (still say gugu should have got this part though)

Robby Benson’s Beast or Dan Stevens’ Beast

Dan did a superb job.

Richard White’s Gaston or Luke Evans’ Gaston

Is Luke Evans as big as a barge?! Is he now?! Go back to middle-earth, ya wimp

Jesse Corti’s LeFou or Josh Gad’s LeFou

omg is this even a contest

Rex Everhart’s Maurice or Kevin Kline’s Maurice

KEVIN KLINE I LOVE YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU DO please love me back

Jerry Orbach’s Lumiere or Ewan McGregor’s Lumiere

I love Jerry Orbach’s Lumiere so much. So. Much. it’s not even a contest, really

David Ogden Stiers’ Cogsworth or Ian McKellen’s Cogsworth

this one’s hard!! David Ogden Stiers because his line readings are amazing, but it’s sooo close

Angela Lansbury’s Mrs. Potts AND Emma Thompson’s Mrs. Potts

it’s DIFFICULT again!! I CAN’T. they’re both great. don’t make me choose between my two moms

Bradley Pierce’s Chip or Nathan Mack’s Chip

tbh they’re both kinda annoying/creepy, at least in cup form. i dunno it’s both or none so let’s go none

Kimmy Robertson’s Babette or Gugu Mbatha-Raw’s Plumette

PLUMEEEEEEEEEEEEETTE

Jo Anne Worley’s Wardrobe or Audra McDonald’s Madame de Garderobe

(oh how divine)

Songs & Scenes:

Human Again or Days In The Sun

days in the sun makes me cry, ok

1991 Gaston or 2017 Gaston

(though I miss the old lyrics)

Lumiere letting Maurice into the castle or Maurice being terrified by Chip

‘monsieur, you are welcome here!’

Beast giving Belle the library as a gift or Beast giving Belle the library because Romeo & Juliet sucks

1991 Castle vs. Villagers or 2017 Castle vs. Villagers

Wait no I've thought about this but I'm on my phone now so I can't fix it. But basically I changed my mind and prefer the 1991 one (but barely)

People I’m Tagging:

@plumettesfeathers, @myfellowcandlesticks, @obes-kenobes, @fandoms-and-bullcrap, @frostedwitch

[darkseid-of-the-moon]

Sean it's me again the inconvenience who asked you what I should do when the guy I like just stopped talking to me.... I emailed him again... he didn't answer again. Help me obi-wan kenobe you're my only hope

Like I said before. FUCK HIM! A lot of guys lose interest in people and that’s perfectly natural. But if he is one of those who just completely ignores you and gives no explanation as to why, then he is a piece of shit and you deserve better. My advice is stop reaching out to him and move on. Give yourself some time and you’ll find someone better. 👍🏻

[fandoms-and-bullcrap]

BATB Fandom Question Tag

RULES:

If you get tagged, answer the following questions (only if you want to)

You don’t even have to be tagged to participate! As long as you’re part of the BATB/Disney fandom and want to do this, go ahead!

You may choose to add a few questions of your own

After you have answered all of the questions, tag 5 of your favorite blogs who have not done the Questions Tag yet. (Remember to include the rules and questions in case they don’t know how to do this!)

That’s literally all that there is to it! Have fun!

First Disney Movie?

Snow White! I used to watch this movie all the time when I was little (when I was 3 I went to school every single day dressed up as Snow White)

Favorite Disney Movie (Besides BATB or its Remake)?

The Jungle Book

Favorite Disney Princess (Besides Princess Belle)?

Ummm… Nala I guess, is she a princess? She becomes a queen so she counts.

Favorite Non-Princess Disney Movie?

I already said The Jungle Book so let’s go with Mulan, because last time I checked she is not a princess.

Favorite Disney Song?

Either I just can’t wait to be king from The Lion King or Colours of the wind from Pocahontas.

Favorite BATB Song? (Remake or Original?)

BE OUR GUEST IS THE SHIT!!!! 

Non-Disney Related Fandoms?

Star Wars (It’s technically Disney but fuck it i’m listing it), Doctor Who, Harry Potter, FRIENDS, TBBT, Parks and Recreation. I will probably think of more later so let’s leave it here. 

Favorite Non-Disney Movie?

Jurassic Park 

One Random Fact About You?

I lived in Canada for 4 years? is that a good enough fact?

What’s your favorite moment from the BatB 2017 live action and why?

EVERYTHING INVOLVING THE SERVANTS! But if I had to pick one moment, it would be the Plumette and Lumiere Kiss

Which character in BatB 2017 do you feel most related to?

It would probably have to be Belle because i am a huge book worm, even though I would like to be more like Lumiere or maybe Plumette 

And Finally, Who Are You Tagging?

I have no idea… @lovemeevermore, @everythingbeautyandthebeast, @batbedits, @obes-kenobes, @plumeauxx 

Tagged By: @lumiereswig