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SITH OBI-WAN! To be honest I see 'was raised a Sith' works a lot better than him falling to the dark side. It's not impossible that he could succumb but that severely cuts down the interesting thread possibilities. However if you squash the ages and ignore the Rule of two (possibly not) the idea of Obi-Wan being the student of a Sith!Qui-Gon isn't entirely impossible. Implausible but not impossible. It just doesn't feel right. Another way is Obi-Wan was given to a Sith Lord pretending to be a Jedi as an infant where he was taken and raised in solitude like Maul. Regardless of how he went bad the idea of him meeting up with the 'good' side is a fun one. Very Mirror Mirror.

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To take what comes of good or ill                                          And cling to faith and honour still

                                               HOME ASK RULES

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sith au’s give me life ˙ ͜ʟ˙

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A time travel thread where a post order 66 Obi-Wan is sent back to before the Clone Wars. Either in his body Quantum Leap style or as a physically older double, perfect for other Obi-bros.

Highlights include • “I’m not crazy, the chancellor is the space devil.” • “Anakin no! I mean it this time!” • Obi-Wan inducting people into a rebellion years before anyone knows it’s needed. • Ahsoka gets a hug. • Obi-Wan having an uncomfortable conversation with Anakin about the importance of birth control.

Bonus round • Obi-Wan gets arrested for being a disturber of the peace. • Him doing his best to not get emotional when he sees everyone. (Double points if it’s Siri or Satine)

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Another bonus round! • Obi-Wan coming back in time with infant Leia and Luke. • Or coming back with Ahsoka!!

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@tachiisms Like I'm suffering! Put your dick away!

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I'm so anxious I feel physically ill and NOW of ALL TIMES Obi-Wan chooses to want sin. Obi you are the worlds worst monster.

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I'm in bed less than five minutes and already my heart rate is uncomfortably pronounced. I'm doing my breathing exercises but they're not helping. I swear to god the thought of working tomorrow nearly has me in tatters. Fuck. Anyone want an ask from Obi-Wan? Like for an ask.

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tachiisms replied to your post: scale of 1-10 how much do you miss qui gon jin

“So like, a twelve, stranger.”

“In relation to what, exactly?” Stranger.

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scale of 1-10 how much do you miss qui gon jin

“It’s poor form to use any emotional system of measurement that involves numbers.”

“Things that only you can experience, such as one's emotions, are impossible to rank numerically.” 

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the-delusion-of-a-dreamer:

“Are you certain?” A look of unimpressed disbelief crosses her face. She has heard ‘i’m fine’ from him too often for her to believe it. She has never seen Obi-Wan so out of sorts. She very rarely saw him lose his composure, unless they were arguing. They hadn’t been this time though, there was no reason for him to be so taken aback. 

She tentatively reached out her hand to touch him, something she had done a thousand times before. However his reaction was different this time, he flinched. Satine slowly but hesitantly pulls her hand away clasping her hands together in front of her, and her brow furrows.

“I’m afraid I don’t believe you, my dear. You do not seem alright at all. Perhaps you should take a seat.” She gestures to the nearest ledge that could serve as a seat. Poor man, the war must really be taking it out of him. 

“Quite. I’m alright.” For a moment all he wanted to do was stare at her, bask in her presence and let himself float adrift in her delightful company but it seemed wrong to do so. How desperately he tried to let her go, fearing that neither would find peace in the Force until he did. Foolish, he knew, but the thought of trapping her seemed unbearable but now that she stood in front of him he wondered if he could let her go a second time.

Those damnable suns, he really shouldn’t stay out so long. It wasn’t good for his health. 

Obediently he sat, not having it in him to truly fight. As the years stretched on he was growing weaker, growing tired. If it was out of desperate desire or simply an attempt to push her words back on her he weakly asked. “Are you alright?”

He could still remember charred clothing and seared flesh as she faded away in his arms, but now all he could smell was perfume and Mandalorian flowers in full bloom. 

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-blows a kiss to the stars- for obi-wan

Damn straight.

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"Can you go? It's your turn." (Shrug emoji)

“I wasn’t aware we were on a rotation.” All the same, he stood, his back popping loudly in the dark, the sound soon drowned out by the sound of a wailing babe. Sighing softly he fixed the bedding behind him, not wishing to give her a chill before moving to silence their child. Without even opening his eyes he gently navigated their modest room and into the hall. From the doorway, he called back, groggily. “We’ll sort out a schedule later.” 

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kiss kiss fall in love!

           I’d make a killing as a host.

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Satine cracked her neck, back aching from sleeping on cave floor after cave floor. She looked up as Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan switches shifts and the master left their brief hiding place to keep watch farther away. "Are we to be moving anytime soon?" she asked.

“Not till daybreak.” As he shifted into the cave, glow rods giving his face a drawn, gaunt appearance as his weariness took its toll. Kneeling next to her he was relieved to be off his feet but assumed it’d help her as well. Peering up in the dark was hardly comfortable. “You still have some time, if you’d like to get some sleep. With the rain, it’s too dangerous to travel in the dark.” 

Shedding his now wet over robe, leaving him in just his tunic boots and pants, he settled in near her. It was cold without it but it seemed to be the lesser of two evils. 

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my, that's a nice beard you've got there!

“Thank you.” The urge to say he’d grown it himself was there, but he kept silent, offering the captain a patient smile. 

“What can I do for you, sir?”

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“Oh? No, I’m quite alright.” For a brief second, he saw confusion reflected in their eyes as he pulled away, refusing to be so much as touched by them let alone pulled in. His thoughts raced as he took another freeing step back, wondering dimly if the sun had finally fried his brain if years of snake soup and extreme heat had pushed him into a blissful madness.

If it had, he couldn’t say he minded, but he needed a moment to sort himself out. As he distanced himself from the moment he began to notice things, the robes he wore smelt clean and had a starched crispness to them that he hadn’t felt in years. His back didn’t hurt as much, his joints didn’t ache. It was as if he was a decade younger. He hadn’t felt this spry since Anakin was his Padawan, a fact that brought him a twinge of longing. 

As their hand found his arm he jumped, their grip reminding him that this was all seemingly real. No matter how much this seemed to be simply a suns induced delusion he found himself aching. How long had it been since someone had touched him without wishing him harm? 

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I’m gonna do it, I’m gonna post my time travel opens. This is MY trash heap.