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Le Vitail captieux - Michel Buylen

Belgian, b. 1953 -

oil , 44 x 32 cm.

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I got an @obiquinbingo around when they first started and then just... never did any of the fills lmao. But now I'm getting back into Star Wars and finally finished some of those old fics <3

Don’t be stupid, Kenobi. You that afraid of sharing a bed with me?” Quinlan scoffed with a roll of his eyes. -- Padawans Obi-Wan and Quinlan are forced to share a bed after Quinlan is injured on a mission. Obi-Wan is reluctant for reasons he doesn't understand, or perhaps doesn't want to admit. ObiQuin Bingo: Only One Bed

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As Obi-Wan surveyed the room he and Quinlan managed to rent for the night, he fiddled with his braid – a nervous tell he desperately needed to rid himself of. The dim star that hung ever present in the sky barely lit the small but tidy room. A single bed was pushed against the wall.

It could probably fit two people if they tried, but he wasn’t particularly eager to. Mostly it was because he was afraid of jostling Quinlan’s injury, but also… an odd anxiety was growing within him.

"You take the bed, I'll take first watch," he offered as he turned to give his fellow Padawan a tired smile. 

Quinlan shook his head, the locs that had fallen loose from his hair tie bouncing off his chin with the force of it. 

“You’re just as tired as I am,” he insisted, “and we should be safe enough here. The Force will look after us for a few hours.” 

“Then I’ll meditate. You’re the one who was thrown around, and that way I can still keep an eye out in the Force for any problems,” Obi-Wan said, looking away from him as his face heated uncomfortably. “Just in case. I’ll be fine.”

Maybe it was the guilt making him feel this way, he wasn’t sure. Something in him was screaming to not get into that bed with Quinlan. He moved towards the chair tucked into the corner in hopes it might have a cushion he could move to the floor. Admittedly though, he couldn't actually tell if it had padding at all in low light.

“Don’t be stupid, Kenobi. You that afraid of sharing a bed with me?” Quinlan scoffed with a roll of his eyes. He grabbed Obi-Wan's wrist, stopping him in his tracks.

Obi-Wan stole a glance at him, unsure if it would be weirder to stay turned away or to look at him. A smirk was crawling across the Kiffar's face, dimmed as it was by the teen's exhaustion.  Quinlan’s gloves rubbed against the skin of his inner arm, and it was all he could do to not yank it away.

“I just don’t think there will be enough space with your injury,” he said finally. “Not to mention with the way you toss and turn, I’d get a more restful sleep on the ground.” 

The Force pinged with the half truth and he knew that Quinlan had caught it. It was the only answer he could come up with that spoke to this feeling of unease. The only answer he was willing to admit to.

“It’ll be fine for a few hours. We should be able to fit if at least one of us sleeps on our side. Besides, then you can keep an extra close eye on me, doc.” Quinlan wiggled his eyebrows at him.

Obi-Wan felt the heat in his face start to rise again, but he willed it away with a roll of his eyes. He was honestly too tired to keep arguing the point, uneasy or not.

"Fine, but you're the one sleeping on your back. Otherwise I think you may accidentally suffocate me in my sleep." 

“Hah, kinky,” Quinlan wheezed out a laugh, reaching for his side in an aborted movement.

Worry seized in Obi-Wan's stomach, strong enough that Quinlan seemed to feel it through his shielding. His Force presence, tinged with mild pain, brushed against the spiky worry.

Selfishly, Obi-Wan let himself be soothed.

“Lay down first; I’ll crawl on from the end once you’ve situated yourself,” he said after a moment.

Quinlan didn't argue any further, radiating satisfaction from getting his way, and let himself fall onto the bed with a pained 'oomf'. Obi-Wan reached out as if to help in some way but was waved off. Once Quinlan was situated as comfortable as he could make himself, he reached up to tug his hair tie free from the few locs it still pulled back. 

Only then did Obi-Wan feel ready to risk laying on the bed himself. The two of them – nearly grown by the standards of their species – were pushing the limit of what the bed could handle, but they both managed to achieve some semblance of comfort. Heart racing frantically, he forced himself to relax.

Quinlan turned that tired smirk back onto him again. “See? Was that so difficult?”

“Ask me again after we’ve actually slept.”

“Always a critic…”

“I am not!”

Quinlan didn’t bother responding. Instead, he just laughed and laughed at the indignant expression that was surely on Obi-Wan’s face. Obi-Wan huffed and let his head fall into the crook of his arm, warm with the sound of his friend’s amusement. Exhaustion was quickly overtaking them both now that they were no longer standing.

It didn’t take long for Quinlan to drift off into sleep, a small grin still on his face. Finally safe. Finally able to slow down.

Rest didn’t come as easily for Obi-Wan.

He felt warm, unreasonably warm, and not just from the heat Quinlan was radiating. Weary to the bone, and yet sleep didn’t come for hours. Some part of it might've been the worry that plagued him all night, the need he felt to keep watch while Quinlan rested his injury.

That wasn’t all of it. He knew it wasn’t.

Something still felt off – with him, with the situation. Something he couldn’t parse out or maybe didn’t want to parse out. 

(Something that was tickling in the back of his head, in his chest, in his stomach.)

This was far from the first time they had shared a bed – they’d done it multiple times during the Stark Space War, and even once or twice on more recent missions. Sharing beds in general was common for initiates (though Quinlan largely grew up away from the Temple) when they needed the touch and comfort that was key for growing up healthy.

Being in bed with Quinlan was nothing new.

So why did it feel like something was different?

Obi-Wan huffed, pressing his back against the wall so he could get a better view of the room. Quinlan shifted in response, murmuring quietly before settling with his face turned towards him.

His hair was spread out around him like a halo, like in Nabooian stained glass portraits. He looked surprisingly relaxed for all that he was stuck sleeping on his back with a cracked rib. 

Obi-Wan wanted to laugh at the way his mouth was hanging open like a youngling, a single loc dangerously close to falling inside. He reached out and delicately brushed it from Quinlan's face, careful not to wake him.

With warm cheeks, Obi-Wan snatched his hand back as if he’d been burned.

What the kriff was he doing?

Quinlan was his best friend, outside of Bant. Quinlan might be his best friend, period, actually. Regardless, tender was not an emotion he would ascribe to their relationship.

And yet…

His chest felt bruised, looking at him. Like he was the one who had cracked a rib. There was so much he already knew about Quinlan – how he looked when he was mad, when he was sad, when he was showing off, when he was euphoric over a grift gone right – and yet he longed to know more. 

Longed to know what he looked like when blissfully happy.

Longed to know what it felt like to kiss him. 

Obi-Wan dropped down to hide his face in his arms again. Unwilling to face the truth he had been ignoring this entire mission. From maybe even before this mission. If he had it his way he would keep ignoring it, keep repressing it (something his lineage was great at), but faced with this familiar closeness… Well, he was only human. 

He had a crush on his best friend. 

Which meant he was truly and utterly karked. 

Sleep was further from reach than ever. 

#This is soooo cute #QuinObi #Fic rec #Star Wars tag

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I can’t stop- I love these two so much they make me so mad

another quinobi work in progress. starting to see a trend yet?

Im not 100% happy w their faces yet, an obv quinlan is missing his whole lower half, but hey that’s a problem for future me

#Ahhhhh #THEY #OP I’m so enjoying your art #QuinObi #Quinlan Vos #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Fanart #Star Wars tag

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Week 3 - May 5th, 2024 'Hurts Like Hell' - Tommee Profitt, Fleurie Spotify / YouTube

We’re getting into it now everyone. I want to explore different facets of Quinlan’s character, and the bad is still very much one of them.

Enjoy.

#OH MY BABY BOY #Ninj givin me feelings #Quinlan Vos #Star Wars tag #Fanart

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May the 4th Be With You - May 4th, 2024 'Gladiator' - Zayde Wolf Spotify / YouTube

For some reason I thought it’d be a good idea to change my art style for today and use no lines, but I think it turned out much nicer then I expected XD He deserves some moments like this.

Enjoy! And May the 4th be with you!

#Gahhh I missed this!! #Gorgeous #Quinlan Vos #Star Wars tag #Fanart

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If you feel agreeable, would you do Goodnight kiss (paternally)

Yoda and little Obi ? Thanks

Grandmaster Yoda is not supposed to have favorites.

When asked, he will deny that he does.

But he does.

The Halls of Healing lay quiet at this time of night. The faint beeping of machines and the occasional whisper of healers speaking to one another are the only things he hears.

At least until he reaches the room of a certain youngling with a mop of copper hair.

"I want to go back to the creche," six-year-old Obi-Wan complains to the newly appointed chief healer, Vokara Che. "I miss my friends. They'll get up to all kinds of things without me."

"You have the Dantari Flu, little one," Vokara replies with great patience. "If you stay here another two days, you'll be much better. You don't want your friends to get sick, do you?"

Yoda reaches the room just as Obi-Wan flops back against the pillows. "No, Master. Siri gave it to me, and she felt really sad about it even if it wasn't her fault."

"Sad you would be, I think," Yoda says in greeting, "were you to pass on an illness knowing you had it. Protective of your friends, you are."

"Master Yoda!" Obi-Wan exclaims, all crackling congestion and fever bright eyes. Still, he has enthusiasm.

Yoda has felt drawn to the little boy since Mace brought him to the temple three years ago. The Force, he's sure, is trying to tell him something about the smart, eager child with sunlight all around him. Whenever he's with Obi-Wan's clan, Obi-Wan's presence, that tug, draws his attention.

"Good, will you be, if I sit here with you while you sleep?" Yoda asks.

Obi-Wan nods, and he allows Vokara to tuck the blanket up around him and turn off his light. Hopping up in the chair next to the small child-sized bed, Yoda leans over and presses a kiss to Obi-Wan's sweaty brow.

"Close your eyes, young one," he says, "and tell you a story I will."

#This made me feel squishy! #Catching up on my remaining kiss prompts! #Still have a couple to do #Kiss prompts #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Yoda #My fic

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Hi! I'm a huge fan of your Shoulder The Sky series, and I'm rereading it rn in fact (after the initial reading was less than a week ago lol) and I'm absolutely hooked on QuinObi rn.

I couldn't resist temptation to read part of Kill The Lights, even though I know full well that reading incomplete, suspense filled fics hurts my own heart 😭

I just wanted to ask if you have an update schedule for it, or any sort of timeline on when it will be finished? Because I can't stop thinking about it

Thank you, and again, hugeeee fan

Hi there!! OMGGG thank you so much for this incredible message!! <3 I'm so happy you enjoyed my Shoulder the Sky series--it is very close to my heart!

Also SUPER excited that I could help pull you into the QuinObi rowboat! :D I love those two SO much. I don't have an exact date for when Kill the Lights will be done (it's halfway complete, maybe a bit more), but I do tend to update roughly every 2-3 weeks depending on life, and that's pretty steady. It definitely will be finished, but if it helps for wanting to read it before it is, the MOST suspenseful parts will be done in a couple of chapters. Not that there won't be suspense left! But the most painful suspense hahahaha.

I do have a big handful of QuinObi one-shots if you haven't gotten to those yet! Might fill the void.

Thank you so so much for this wonderful message! It made my day <3

#Thank youuuuuu #Asks #Nice people saying nice things #QuinObi

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"For that's the only way his God-fearing, taxpaying subjects can make sense of men who keep what is theirs and fear no one"

TOBY STEPHENS as James Flint in BLACK SAILS (2014—2017) Chapter I

#ICONIC #Black Sails #Pirates tag #Gifs

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I’ve been starving for quinobi content lately, so I made my own 🧡💛💙 (still a wip)

#OP this is PRECIOUS #1000000/10 #Quin’s locs are beautiful #THEM #QuinObi #Quinlan Vos #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Fanart #Star Wars tag

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The Phantom Menace

#SOB #In my TPM feelings lately #Qui-Gon Jinn #Darth Maul

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– Poems for the Men of Our Time, Hilda Hilst

#DAMN THIS IS GREAT #Black Sails #Pirates tag #Gifs

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In the end, that's all I want - to walk away from the sea and find some peace.

#THIS IS FIRE #Black Sails #Pirates tag #Gifs

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Sometimes I wonder how people survive without obsessively thinking about fictional realities. Could not be me. Thinking only Real Life stuff for a whole day???? I would be dead.

#So real #About me

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#This I swear by the stars #Art

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Kill the Lights

Chapter 4

Summary: When Obi-Wan interferes in the Fives incident, Palpatine decides he's had enough of the Jedi Master getting in the way of his attempts to corrupt The Chosen One. Obi-Wan, catching on to Palpatine's plans, goes missing. When photos and videos of Obi-Wan's torture are made public, Anakin starts to unravel. Quinlan searches the Coruscant underworld with increasing desperation. Dooku wonders if he's made the right choices. Obi-Wan, trapped and tormented, tries to reveal the truth about who the Sith lord is. Schemes come to light. Myths merge into reality. With the Republic in the clutches of a Sith, the Jedi, the clones, and their friends in the senate fight to find one of their best--and save the galaxy's guardians from extermination. Chapter Summary: Quinlan and Anakin begin repairing their relationship as they continue their journey down to the depths of Coruscant. Palpatine ponders and plots. Obi-Wan does what he must to stay alive. The threats against the Jedi become clearer and clearer.

“Trying to save me, Obi-Wan?”

“Not hardly.”

Palpatine picks up Obi-Wan's other arm and brushes a finger across the stars. “Everyone can rise. Everyone can fall. Except us, hmm? You in the light. Me in the darkness. Opposed. Destined. I should have seen it. Anakin is at the center of this constellation, isn’t he? Pulled into dark or light by whichever of us wins. But you and I? We stay where we are.”

“Anakin is”—the drugs begin their work, and for just a moment, Obi-Wan's world tilts—“his own person. I regret letting you near him. I will do anything and everything I’m able to keep him safe from you. But I must trust that the things I taught him, that the brightness I know to be in him, will win the day. I would give up the breath in my body to see him happy. To you, he is only a tool. A weapon. Jedi aren’t meant to give in to hatred, but you, Lord Sidious, are as close as I’ve ever come to it.”

#Squeaking in for May the 4th #My fic #Kill the Lights #QuinObi #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Quinlan Vos #Anakin Skywalker #Padme Amidala #Star Wars tag

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Waves

Orlando Museum of Art, July 05,2016//ig: g.hsu07

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