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master kenobi

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EXCUSE ME ???

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Quick PadaObi sketch I drew for my dtiys results announcement! ✨

You can find out about the winners here! Huge thanks to everyone who joined! ily🥹💖

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I'm a big fan of Stim and of @ijustreallylovedaredevil and I love this art!!

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!

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Obi-wan and his friend Bant Eerin having a sad moment after certain events

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Oooohhh yes I love this! How cool!

Time Travel Au!

Snippet of my time travel AU:

One moment Obi-wan is prying off the lid to some container deep in some ruins on a tiny planet out in sith space. Grumbling under his breath about having better things to do than dig around said ruins. They dont even know why theyre here. The Council had just passed along orders from the senate that may as well just have said 'check this weird planet out'.

One moment Cody is staring tiredly at the weird pictures on the walls above his Generals head. Then theres a sudden flash of light.

The next moment he's staring down at the very tiny cadet standing where Obi-wan had been seconds ago. The child is drowning in too big brown robes. Staring with wide scared eyes at Cody. His red hair falls into his pale blue eyes.

No. Oh no. This can't be happening. Cody has the sudden urge to close his eyes and pretend he is anywhere else but underground in the ruins of a sith planet staring at the cadet version of his General.

"Obi-wan?" He asks even though he really doesnt want to.

The kid nods.

"Do you know who I am?" Cody asks.

The boy takes a moment. Eyes pinching in thought before nodding again. "Cody." His voice is quiet. Barely there.

Cody slowly pulls his helmet off. "Yeah. It's good that you remember me. Do you remember how you got here?"

The little boy shakes his head.

"Do you know how old you are?"

Obi-wan flashes him 5 of his tiny, oh so tiny, little fingers. Why was he so small? Is this normal or sith magic banthashit?

"Do you remember how old you're supposed to be?" Cody hopes desperately the answer will be yes.

Obi-wan gives him a weird look and flashes 5 little fingers.

Cody wants to scream. He won't. He will not do anything to freak the kid out. He can only imagine how scared the kid must be right now. The only saving grace being the fact that Obi-wan apparently remembers who Cody is.

"That's okay. Can I pick you up Obi-wan?"

The child nods. Cody stoops down and scoops up the little jedi. Cocooned in his robes he settles against Cody comfortably. Cody also clips the saber to his belt.

Cody opens his com line to Waxer, Boil, Vacc and Helix.

"We have a code orange."

The response is immediate.

"What did he touch?" Vacc demanded. "Is he dying?"

"He opened a box. No he isn't dying."

"What's the issue then?" Helix asked.

"He's 5 standard." Cody answers bluntly.

The line goes silent for such a long time Cody is almost afraid he's lost the signal.

"He's a cadet right now?" Waxer asks. Excitement clear in his voice.

"Banthashit." Boil mutters.

"Language!" Waxer scolds.

"You want to say hello Obi-wan?" Cody tilts his wrist towards the child.

Obi-wan glances at him, looking unsure before leaning in. "Hullo."

Immediate cooing bursts from the coms.

"Enough!" Boil snaps.

"Get him to the medtent Commander." Vacc orders before the line goes dead.

Cody sighs and looks down at his tiny General. The boy is staring back at him, confusion written all over his cute little face.

Well kriff. He was starting to sound like Waxer.

"Alright. Let's go make sure you didn't get hurt."

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In the end he had to put guards at the opening of the tent after dropping Obi-wan off to keep Troopers from poking their heads in to get a look at the kid.

Obi-wan was fairly calm. He had cried a bit when Cody told him he had to leave for a moment, but calmed down once Cody pinky promised to come back.

When Cody came back he was sitting on the medcot nervously picking at the robes that Needle and Thread had spirited away then brought back adjusted for the kids new size. The vod had done a good job. Next they would need to find him shoes.

Vacc had sat down at some point, and was just staring into space. He hadn't moved when Cody came back from ordering reinforcing their camp.

Cody kicked the medics foot. "What is wrong with you?"

"Tried to get a full scan done." The medic growled.

"Okay. What's the issue?" Cody asked again. He hadn't read anything in the generals files about him avoiding medical at this age. There shouldn't have been any issue.

Cody should have known better.

"He started to scream when I went to scan him."

Ah.

"Well why dont you have one of the vod be scanned while he watches?"

"Tried that. Kid just started crying thinking we were hurting the brother in place of him. I don't know about you but I never want to hear a child beg me not to karking torture someone for the rest of my short life." Vacc rubbed at his eyes.

So Obi-wan seemed to have more of his adult memories than were probably good for him.

"What if we called Skywalker?" Vacc asked. "He'd be able to help with force stuff right?"

As much as Cody didn't want to get the young general involved. He didn't seem to have much choice.

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QuinObi Week 2023, Day 2 - Knighthood

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 358

Read on AO3

“You drunk yet?”

“So drunk,” Obi-Wan assured him.

Obi-Wan’s head had flopped, heavy, on Quinlan’s shoulder about twenty minutes ago.  Quinlan kissed it.  “You drunk yet?”

“So drunk,” Obi-Wan assured him.

“Good.” 

Obi-Wan’s drunkenness was, of course, the aim of the night.  A knighting celebration was an occasion for great drunkenness and - though belated, given the circumstances - this was a knighting celebration.

“You drunk?”

“Tipsy,” Quinlan said.  He’d decided that one of them should be sober enough to get them back to the Temple.

Obi-Wan hummed.  The vibrations of it thrummed through Quinlan’s neck and he shivered.  “Gonna drink more?”

“Not right now.”

“Dance with me, then.”

Sober, Obi-Wan was an expert in court dances, the sort of things used in negotiations and peace treaties and celebrations, danced with and judged by senators and royals used to looking down their noses at Jedi visitors.  Less than sober, he was apparently content to cling very close to Quinlan’s chest and sway, just about in time to the music.

“I’ve missed you,” Obi-Wan said.  So quiet, Quinlan barely heard him over the noise of the club.

“I’ve been right here,” he said.  Not…  Not stung, exactly, but perhaps aching a little.

Obi-Wan hummed again.  He did that a lot when he was drinking, always had, as if the introduction of booze to brain cells slowed everything down, made it harder for that magnificent mouth of his to start running.  “I haven’t.”

Oh.

He didn’t ask where he’d been - or rather, where Obi-Wan’s mind had been.  Where his heart had been.  There was an empty place in both their vocabularies, recently, where the word Naboo had once been, and Quinlan wasn’t about to broach it now.  Later he would.  Tomorrow, after Obi-Wan shook off the hangover but before he picked up Anakin.

Right now, he held Obi-Wan tight and kept swaying.

“You know I’ll always wait for you, right?” Quinlan said, realising at the last moment that maybe he’d drank more than he realised, because it was about as clear as a Tatooian sandstorm.  “To come back to me, I mean.”

Obi-Wan smiled, syrupy slow, against Quinlan’s collar, fingers playing absently with the edge of his vest.  “I know.”

Tagging: @quinobiweek

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QuinObi Week 2023, Day 3 - The Clone Wars

Rating: E

Word Count: 346

Read on AO3

He couldn't take a leave of absence on the grounds he hadn't been fucked in a while and could not, therefore, be expected to operate at maximum efficiency.

The most irritating thing, really, apart from the fact Vos was completely absent, was that Obi-Wan had been waiting for him to get back.  Waiting faithfully.  It wasn’t something he typically indulged in, but just this once…

And he couldn’t exactly explain it to anyone.  He could hardly request an extra day or two to wait for Vos to get back.   He couldn’t take a leave of absence on the grounds that he hadn’t been fucked in a while and could not, therefore, be expected to operate at maximum efficiency.

He could imagine it though, and the look on the Councils’ face, and have a private chuckle.

The Negotiator loomed.  The sight of it almost made him want to run.  A childish instinct, really, but he allowed it.  As long as he didn’t really run…

A hand grabbed his shoulder and yanked him backwards.  He nearly yelled - nearly, because he was a Jedi Master, and he was dignified - until he recognised the cupboard he was standing in.  Quinlan’s favourite cupboard, on account of it’s slightly larger-than-average size and convenient proximity to the hangar.

“Master Vos,” he said, turning to face him.  “You’re late.”

Quin grinned at him, dragged him into a kiss.  “I’ll make up for it.”

“Good,” he said, muttering against his lips.  “You’re in trouble.  You made me wait.”

“So sorry.”  Quin’s hands snuck towards Obi-Wan’s waistband, and suddenly he remembered…

“I have-”  Obi-Wan grunted, air leaving his lungs in one harsh gust.  He clutched Quinlan’s hands at the wrists, holding him still, just for a moment.  “I have ten minutes before I need to be on the ship.  Five before I’m missed.”

“Fuck.”  Quin really did look gutted.  “I’m sorry, Obes.”

“Can’t be helped.”  Obi-Wan knew as well as anyone how missions overran, how things went drastically wrong, how impossible it was to predict.  “You’re here now.”

“Yes, but-”

“I have nine minutes,” Obi-Wan said.  “Are you going to waste them, or shall we see what we can do?”

Quin dropped immediately to his knees and that, to Obi-Wan’s mind, rather answered that.

Tagging: @quinobiweek

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Cannot recommend this fic by @killbothtwins enough - a really great adventure story with emotional bits, sick action bits and funny bits! 

Summary:

The Sith's favorite assassin was not always what he is now, and the Dark's influence is starting to slip. Anakin Skywalker will stop at nothing to get him back. But in the end, it's up to Obi-Wan Kenobi to save himself. (With a little help from his friends.)

Star Wars Winter Soldier AU

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I just have a scene in my head for the next fic rn that's like

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"He shot me! That bastard! He shot me!"

"To be fair, General," Cody said, "He just stunned you."

"He still shot me!" Ben said. "With a blaster! He didn't even draw his lightsaber!"

"Are you mad that he didn't try to kill you?"

Ben stopped for a moment, considering this.

"Kind of," he said. "I'm a little offended, honestly!"

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Force Ghost Qui-Gon Jinn and Ben Kenobi | Art Commission for @qo-promise-me

Another hug, another moment of hurt/comfort

Qui-Gon was not just a ghost that cannot be hugged, but a being of pure Force that can become palpable, to have the hug they deserve at the end of the Obi-Wan Kenobi series

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Here is my part of the (very) belated obianidala secret santa gift for the lovely @kittonafoxgirl ❤️❤️❤️

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Picking up the new padawan

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"Good morning!"

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Here's another list of some Cody/Obi-Wan fics I have read and quite enjoyed over the last year and a bit. They are listed below->

chain of command by @cabezadeperro T

A diplomatic meeting turns out to be an trap, and Commander Cody and General Kenobi finds themselves on the run, trapped behind enemy lines.

if i don’t make it back from where i’ve gone (just know i’ve loved you all along) by @ankahikoibaat: G

It is difficult to see clearly with the dark inching its fingers eagerly across the galaxy. The Sith's plans are almost complete. The Force has other ideas.

Ner Jetii by @artfulpagan: T

The war is in its infancy and High Command is still working out the kinks. Cody just hopes that his brothers can work with the Jedi, that the different styles can be ironed out. At least his Jedi is easy on the eyes, but duty is everything.

Kill Me With Desire by @bluemaskedkarma: T

Everyone knows about the catastrophe known as Kenobi. He came with warnings, after all. Cody's first General warned him. Alpha-17 warned him. Kriff, even the man's former Padawan had warned him.

Reach Out (To Me) by @kotekenobii: G

Cody seeks out a struggling Obi-Wan in the days following a difficult battle.

Temptations of Trouble Yet to Come by shipNslash: T

“My point, Cody,” Obi-Wan continues, leaning back a little to stare up at the stars, “is that this whole ‘war' business has been a tad bit stressful. I’ve decided that if the only way to keep my sanity is to engage in a few… ” He turns from the stars, then, and meets Cody’s eye with an unreadable look. “Indulgences… Well, needs must.” He offers him the nic-stick, little wisps of smoke floating between them. “I’ll share one with you if you promise not to tell on me to Anakin." ~-~ Five bad habits Cody learns from Obi-Wan Kenobi (and one good habit Obi-Wan learns in exchange). Alternatively, how Obi-Wan Kenobi single-handedly corrupts every clone in the GAR because of his giant crush on his commander and how Cody single-handedly saves the galaxy as a result. ~_~ AKA the 5+1 crack fic that mutated into a full-blown AU, featuring caffeine, nicotine, yearning, and pining.

Dhà a thig gun iarraidh - gaol is eagal by @treetart: Explicit

Two that come unbidden - love and fear. Post Rako Hardeen. Obi-Wan returns and now has to face everyone he lied to, including his very pissed off Commander.

Put your empty hands in mine by K_R_Closson: T

When Obi-Wan Kenobi was twelve, he was told he was too angry to ever be a Jedi. He wasn’t good enough. Only weeks later, he offered up his life in exchange for hundreds of others and Qui-Gon Jinn found him worthy. When Obi-Wan was thirteen, he chose the war-torn streets of Melida/Daan over the orders of Master Jinn, and he ceased being a padawan of the Jedi Order. He resolved the conflict there and then, unsure where else to go, sought out his family on Tatooine. It was clear he couldn’t fit himself back into a life he was taken from as a small child. So, just shy of his fourteenth birthday, Ben Lars presented himself to the AgriCorps. OR, the one where AgriCorps Specialist Ben Lars is recruited to assist in the settlement of the clone troopers after the war ends.

Broken Orders by @charlotte-lancer: T

Whipped: 

Cody is given Order 66 under very different circumstances.

Joyride:  

Obi-Wan wakes up with no memory of the past few hours.

Clouded:  

Not everything is as it seems.

You Read My Mind, I’ll Read Yours series  by sospes: Explicit

You Read My Mind, I’ll Read Yours:

“Uh,” Cody says, tightening his grip on his rifle. “General?” “Yes, I see it,” Kenobi answers, his hand flickering to his lightsaber. “I think it might be best if we evacuated, Commander.” “Yes, sir,” Cody agrees, raising his rifle even though he’s not sure blaster fire will do much against the ways of his general’s mysterious Force. Or, with a little help from a mysterious artefact in a crumbling temple, Cody and Obi-Wan’s mutual pining saves the Republic.

Synchronicity:

Now that the dust has settled and they’ve managed to have an adult conversation, Cody and Obi-Wan have a chance to explore what this bond between them can really do.

The Perils of Love:

After the battle on Irilis Prime, Anakin is acting… strange. Ahsoka and Rex are determined to find out why.

Read It and Weep:

In support of the upcoming Clone Rights bill, Senator Amidala organises a press conference so that the Free Republic Press can get to know some of the clones who fought and won the war. Cody’s not sure this is a great idea, and he’s proved right when the questions end up being a bit more… personal than he expected.

I Need to Feel Your Heartbeat:

Obi-Wan is sent to the Kingdom of the Oppler Khaan to negotiate terms—and payment—for a new transport route through the Kingdom’s space. Cody’s with him, of course, mainly disgruntled because they were supposed to be on leave and now he’s stuck doing paperwork – but when Obi-Wan gets caught up in the Kingdom’s internal politics, it’s up to his commander to get him back.

Plus five more stories.

Link to the previous list: 1

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Prompt: Food

Seated at a table, Cody resisted the urge to adjust the collar of his dress grays, feeling the scratch against his skin. The unfamiliar dress uniform and the formal setting of the Galactic Senate's dining hall made him uncomfortable, like navigating uncharted territory. Among familiar and new faces, all members of the Appropriations Committee, discussions focused on logistics and budgeting. It was a necessary evil, the bill needed approval for the war effort to proceed. They needed provisions, supplies, the mundane yet vital stuff that kept the Grand Army of the Republic operational.

The absurdity of his presence at a Senate luncheon struck him. Was he here to assure them that clones didn't run on batteries, that they were, in fact, living soldiers who ate and breathed? A token gesture to humanize the war machine. If it got his men the gear they needed, he’d do what he had to.

Even as the appetizer was served, talk droned on about credits and allocations, Cody's attention shifted to his General. He couldn't help but notice Kenobi’s knack for handling the conversation. He engaged the senators with his own brand of wit and sincerity, steering the conversation back to the issue at hand. And they listened, seemingly charmed by the stories he told and the explanations he gave.

Cody couldn't ignore the subtle signs of strain on Kenobi's features, how his jaw clenched despite his smile, the flash of irritation or surprise in his eyes even as he kept his tone agreeable. The weariness of the burden of advocating for a seemingly endless war, of having to practically beg for the bare necessities to feed and arm his troops. Of once again explaining to some Senator, who’s outfit probably cost more than Cody’s armor, why it was necessary to requisition spare body gloves. Or boots. He didn’t envy Kenobi at times like this.

Cody couldn't quite place what the appetizer had been, all he knew was that it was unlike anything he'd ever eaten. As the plates were cleared, he overheard two aides across from him expressing disdain for the food, lamenting their current situation of dining on dry nuna instead of enjoying a meal at a proper restaurant. Cody was firm in his loyalty to the Republic. He understood his role, fighting for the safety and security of its citizens. Yet, moments like these highlighted reality, a glimpse into the disconnect some citizens seemed to revel in. Lost in his thoughts, he nearly missed the arrival of a plate in front of him. Everything seemed unfamiliar. While he could assemble a blaster in record time and calculate the velocity of a sniper shot in his head, nothing in his training had prepared him for determining which fork to use for whatever was on his plate.

General Kenobi took mercy on him. Cody felt a subtle lean as Obi-Wan quietly explained, "The green on your plate is an algae salad, I won’t eat it, I’ll give you mine when I get a chance. The meat is nuna, and the rest is a variety of grains and vegetables." Obi-Wan explained, demonstrating the use of the cutlery by subtly displaying the fork and knife he held in his own hands.

Cody appreciated the lifeline of information. "Oh. Just like in the mess. How boring." He couldn’t help but quip. One of the aids looked in his direction, not reacting to his words per se, but probably that he could talk at all. He smiled politely and focused back on his plate but caught the way Kenobi's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled.

The rest of the conversation became an indistinct hum as Cody savored each unfamiliar flavor on his plate. His attention wavered. His General would have to forgive him, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to recall a single bit of the conversation during the meal. Even under pain of torture.

After the main course was cleared away, negotiations continued. It wasn’t too far from any precarious diplomatic situation Cody had ever encountered. The battle plan was essentially the same. Even as the conversation continued, a team of droids appeared, setting up a table of even more food. Tiny, meticulously decorated cakes and sweets, finger foods, and a variety of beverages were made available. Cody was focused on the talks, providing insights when prompted to the needs of the GAR, to the troops. It was all too tempting to indulge in everything on display, but he refrained, sticking to a cup of caf and a single tiny cake. Maybe he should have indulged. Perhaps a demonstration of how much a trooper could actually eat might have emphasized the necessity of their requisition amounts. A bold move, but he couldn't afford to compromise the image he needed to maintain as Marshal Commander.

When the talks concluded, more or less successfully, Cody couldn't help but inquire about the fate of the remaining food. The response was predictable, no one truly knew but it would probably be disposed of by the cleaning droids. Cody sighed inwardly, fully aware of the galaxy's struggles, the whispers of food shortages. He was intimately acquainted with the daily fare of rations, nutrient pastes, and the occasional gruel for variety that sustained him and his brothers. The contrast between their reality and the excesses of the Senate left him wondering how anything in the galaxy managed to function at all.

He couldn't pinpoint when or how it happened, but back at the barracks, where his sole focus was shedding the uncomfortable dress grays, one enthusiastic trooper informed him of the unexpected delivery of food. Cody observed with a mix of relief and amusement as the 212th eagerly tore into the food, with more enthusiasm than he had seen at the Senate. Seemed the idea of waste hadn’t sat well with the General either. Cody felt just a little better about the day, even if it was just a small victory.

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