#owmb2024

[gentlespace]

Safest hands

My art for the amazing @ijustreallylovedaredevil’s fic, safest hands, for the @obiwanwhumpminibang!!

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Looks like Kenobi had multiple cracked ribs, a collapsed lung, broken arm, bruising nearly everywhere, a moderate concussion, and possible intraabdominal injuries.

It was the last point that made Stim’s heart sink. The lung he could deal with, the bruising wouldn’t kill him, and even the concussion wasn’t a major risk. The broken arm was less good, but again, not a threat to life.

Internal bleeding could be.

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I had so much fun working on this, I always love drawing Obi-Wan and Stim! Thank you Rylie! And the wonderful friends behind this mini bang!

[cj-kenobi]

The second piece I did for the @obiwanwhumpminibang! This one is for the incredible @ihathbenobiwankenobied's fic the comforts that make us feel numb!!

And thanks to you and @hellotemporaryuniverse again for running such a cool event!!

[cats-and-reclaiming-my-life]

SO EXCITED to draw for @grievingauthor’s fic, Glorify The Hunter! It was SO fun to work with you for the @obiwanwhumpminibang, the mythosaur skull we came up with is probably the coolest thing I’ve ever drawn.

[thechaoticfanartist]

And then Anakin looked—truly looked—and saw that he was.

His face had paled to ash, silver tear tracks alighting like the first rain on a planet’s surface after heavy bombardment.

And then he faltered, and years of instinct had Anakin abandoning all his anger and rushing forward to catch him before he could hit the ground.

“Master?” Anakin croaked, hugging him close and trying not to panic.

He remembered once, many years ago, in a class with a Jedi master he couldn’t remember the name of, learning about birds. Their bones were hollow to make them lighter, so they could fly.

Obi Wan felt like that now, hollow boned and light. But Obi Wan, who had no feathers, no wings, just hollow bones, could not fly. He fell instead, to lay limp in Anakin’s arms like a bird’s skeleton long after its body, feathers and all, had been claimed by nature.

- "Give Light to my Eyes, Lest I die in Sleep"

Hello everyone! I had the honor to make the artwork to this wonderful fic by @greenflower21 for the @obiwanwhumpminibang 2024! Please be sure to check out her incredible fic which I shared an excerpt of above !

[lucidlikesthings]

Fighting for my life trying to balance fandom things with real life but we made it! My entry for the Obi-Wan Whump Mini-Bang! I partnered with @fromthemouthofzabe (Ao3) to illustrate a scene from their fic entry.

I've never tried to draw Grievous before! .............. It might be awhile before I try again! Actually he was very fun to draw but so very complicated haha

Summary:

After a desperate, drawn-out siege, Obi-Wan is forced to surrender to separatist forces in order to save what is left of his men. As a captive of General Grievous, Obi-Wan tries his best to keep his men safe – and his spirit intact.

Check out @obiwanwhumpminibang for the other incredible submissions!

[foreverchangingfandomsao3]

Obi-Wan Kenobi gets kidnapped during a seemingly safe mission and finds himself in the unenviable position of trying to stay alive and protecting a youngling.

He mostly manages it.

A whump fic in which Obi-Wan suffers, a lot, makes a new friend and learns to live with life-changing results of torture.

He blinked open his eyes for a fuzzy white wall to greet him, his thoughts sluggish in a way they usually weren’t upon waking, trying to understand how he’d gone from a Senator’s apartment to wherever this was. It was the weight around his neck and his wrists that answered his unspoken question with considerable finality. He’d been kidnapped. If he hadn’t been impressed by the audacity, he’d be offended; this had to be at least the fourth time since the war began. Obi-Wan groaned softly as his vision swam before focusing, finding a dirty white wall, a durasteel door and a cam in the upper right corner pointed directly at him. Well, it was certainly atmospheric. As was the thin bedroll he’d been dumped on, lying on his bound hands in no more than his underclothes. His head throbbed as he lifted it from the pillow, pushing himself into a sitting position as best as he could without his hands, shuffling himself back to check the rest of the room. Perhaps ‘room’ was the wrong word; it was barely more than a cell. No windows, a door protected by a glowing red ray shield, a few instruments that were likely to torture, a stained blanket folded in the corner,  next to a bucket to relieve himself in.

My fic for the @obiwanwhumpminibang with truly beautiful art by @cj-kenobi

[obiwanwhumpminibang]

Hello there! The time has come for the first ever Obi-Wan Whump Mini Bang reveals!

A huge thank you to all the wonderful artists and writers who have dedicated their time and energy to their pieces!

Teams will be posting to ao3 primarily using the following tags:

owmb2024 (tumblr tag as well)

obi-wan whump mini bang 2024

Additionally there will be a collection for those artists and writers who wanted to be included here: Obi-Wan Whump Mini Bang 2024.

Look out for posting between Saturday, April 6th and Wednesday April 17th!

[des8pudels8kern]

I'm excited to finally share my fic for the @obiwanwhumpminibang with you:

The ground between unstoppable force and immovable object

Summary:

After a retreat ending in evacuation, Cody and General Kenobi stay behind with the remaining troopers to wait for the returning transport. It’s a risk, but Kenobi’s presence guarantees that the transport will return for them, and the droids don’t know they are there. They just have to sit still and wait. Then, in the interest of full disclosure, Kenobi very apologetically reveals an injury he deliberately kept to himself until the last transport was gone and Cody is confronted with the fact that he and his General might have very different interpretations of what counts as an acceptable risk, at least where it pertains to Kenobi’s life.

My artist was the wonderful @habquchdu, whose art is both embedded in the fic and can be found here on Tumblr.

A huge thank you to @ihathbenobiwankenobied and @hellotemporaryuniverse for organising this event!

I've loved and (and occassionally hated) writing this fic, which clocks in at 14k of gen Obi-Wan whump, and hope you will enjoy reading it!

And, in the interest of full disclosure, I have vague plans to write an angsty post-Hardeen Codywan sequel. And maybe another, Kenobi-era one. There might or might not already be a small file for the post-Hardeen angst.

[kenobster]

Regarding participation in the @obiwanwhumpminibang, here is my art portraying a scene in @catfur-and-greenscales's cute and sweet fic below:

ELECTRIC HEART BEAT

A little altered missing part of what happened after Obi-Wan and his master faced Maul in Naboo. When master Qui-Gon dies the training bond between him and Obi-Wan snaps, leaving the young Jedi struggling and trying to be a responsible adult, while trying to care for a hurt and confused pre-teen who is missing his mother, home and friends and trying to adapt into a very different situation neither of them could have ever imagined. Obi-Wan tries his best, but he's afraid that it will not be enough. Not especially since the cut bond has unwelcome side effects nobody expected to happen.

Thank you very much to @catfur-and-greenscales for being a tremendous author to work with, and to @ihathbenobiwankenobied and @temporaryuniverse-writing for running an incredibly fun event! 😊 Until next year! ❤️

[ihathbenobiwankenobied]

The comforts that make us feel numb

Summary: A grunt, a metallic clang, boots stomping not scuffing, the click of– Blasterfire rang out, the shots echoing through the wind before Obi-Wan could grasp the fact that it had come from behind him. Then there was pain. (Or, Cody and an injured Obi-Wan are stranded on Raxus. In an effort to keep his general alive, Cody drags him through the forest.)

Excited to present my fic for the @obiwanwhumpminibang in collaboration with @cj-kenobi's incredibly beautiful art piece below!

Lastly, I have had the pleasure of organizing and moderating this event alongside of @hellotemporaryuniverse. A huge thank you to all who participated this year!

[fromthemouthofzabe]

Super excited to share this work that I created as a part of the @obiwanwhumpminibang alongside with the lovely artist @lucidlikesthings. This has been a super fun event and I’m excited to participate again in coming years!

(Also - if you don’t read the fic at least check out the art - it’s INCREDIBLE!)

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody, Grievous | Qymaen jai Sheelal, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Dooku | Darth Tyranus Additional Tags: Whump, Obi-Wan Kenobi Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Restraints, Minor Character Death, Many (very) minor characters die sorry, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Blood and Violence, Blood and Injury, Electrocution, Burns, Dismemberment, Protective Obi-Wan Kenobi, Protective CC-2224 | Cody, owmb2024, obi-wan whump mini bang 2024 Summary:

After a desperate, drawn-out siege, Obi-Wan is forced to surrender to separatist forces in order to save what is left of his men. As a captive of General Grievous, Obi-Wan tries his best to keep his men safe – and his spirit intact.

[ternaryflower53]

Early into his Knighthood, Obi-Wan comes down with a stomach bug. Shortly after, his stomach stops working.

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or; five times Obi-Wan throws up, plus one time he doesn't. Written for the @obiwanwhumpminibang.

[habquchdu]

in laughter (in strife)

My fic for the 2024 Obi-Wan Whump Mini Bang!

See @obiwanwhumpminibang for more wonderfully whumpy fics and awesome art!

Summary:

With a new illness cropping up across the galaxy, Obi-Wan Kenobi's caring nature inevitably puts him at risk. He leads the charge among the Jedi to find ways to live with a condition whose very existence threatens his life and those of his friends. Time passes -- he grows up, gets Knighted, sees another war worse than the one that made him sick -- but all the while, if he runs out of his meds and gets a cold, he could die. Sometimes, it's easier to stick with the mantra he'd helped create when the virus first showed up: give in to love or live in fear.

Art by @hellotemporaryuniverse!

[thechaoticfanartist]

After placing the vibrolade on his belt, Korvo began probing Obi-Wan’s plastoid armour, fingers searching for the clasps. “No more games, Mister Negotiator,” he grunted, chuckling softly as piece by piece of the protective armour clattered to the floor. With a twist of his hand, he ripped the front of Jedi’s tunics open, exposing Obi-Wan’s torso to the cold air of the room.

Obi-Wan shivered involuntarily as Korvo’s rough, sweaty fingers rucked his tunics further open, his eyes widening as the vibroblade flashed in the glowlights.

With a triumphant sneer, Korvo leaned closer, pressing the tip of the vibroblade to the base of Obi-Wan’s neck. “I know you were meeting a contact. Tell us who.”

Obi-Wan took a deep breath, whimpering as the blade began to pierce his skin. “Very well, I’ll tell you. I was sent to meet the factory head, a Mister Nosk. The Council was hoping to negotiate a weapons contract with him,” Obi-Wan choked out. He then looked down, head bowed in defeat as he hoped against hope that Korvo would believe his cover story.

Of course nothing was ever that easy.

With a soft growl, Korvo dug the blade into Obi-Wan’s chest, piercing the skin, and with a twist of his arm, cut across the top of Obi-Wan’s collarbone, leaving a jagged red tear in its wake. The Jedi cried out in shocked surprise as the dull vibroblade left a trail of searing, white hot pain.

- The Art Of Revenge

I had the honor of working with the wonderful @forloveofcodywan on making the art for her wonderful fic! For the @obiwanwhumpminibang 2024!

[hellotemporaryuniverse]

Art for @habquchdu's fic in laughter (in strife) as part of the @obiwanwhumpminibang!

“Good,” Obi-Wan said. “I need to see it through, you know?” “Yeah. I know. Now, c’mon. We can sit outside the room, if that’s what you need, but I want to do the creed.” Obi-Wan smiled. “Yeah, okay.” Carefully, he stood up, leaning his head on Quinlan’s shoulder as they walked back. Depa was sitting just outside the room herself. “Hey.” Shuddering, Obi-Wan slid to the ground beside her. “I’m sorry.” “Thanks,” she said, taking a deep breath and releasing her concern into the Force. Obi-Wan tried valiantly to follow her lead, but only managed to bring tears to his eyes as everyone inside the room started reciting the creed.

Thanks to habquchdu for being a wonderful author to collaborate with, and thanks to everyone who participated in the bang this year!