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[professorkenobi]

new obikin au stockpile

Hi friends! We (septemberist and luckee) are planning to use this side blog as a chaotic little library for our Obikin au ideas :)

We’ll be posting headcanons, snippets, prompt fills (?), etc. Just Obikin falling in love over and over again, really.

Send us asks! Worldbuilding for the aus or prompts or like, pure crack ideas. We’re just hoping for a fun space to share and explore these aus!

[labyrinth-runner]

Put me in a log cabin with Obi-Wan Kenobi. I’ve earned it.

[professorkenobi]

a little update

Hello friends, Claire here! 

You may have noticed we haven’t been as active lately, and I wanted to explain why. It’s nothing serious— life being life, luckee has to take a few steps back from working on the blog while she takes care of more important things.  Don’t worry, the blog and stray catboy are still going to be updated! We have so much sketched out that I’m really excited to share. I’m going to do my best to get to all your asks soon, as well. The pace might just be slower from now on as I work on getting things together mostly by myself. 

Lastly, a huge thank you to everyone who has made art, sent in asks, responded, reblogged, or in any way shown support for our posts! The response has been more than we’d ever hoped for and it’s so great to be part of such a lovely community.

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bathtime

read the previous part here!

The rush of running water echoed off the walls of Obi-Wan’s upstairs bathroom. He tested the temperature with a hum of satisfaction before flipping the brass lever that controlled the drain.

It was well past time that his bathtub got some use. The huge old thing had been touted as a selling point by his realtor, but he’d really selected the house for its proximity to work. He didn’t have the time or inclination to lounge about, preferring to stick to economical morning showers. 

Hopefully Anakin would enjoy it. 

Knowing the tub would take a few minutes to fill, Obi-Wan headed downstairs. The itch of apprehension whenever he let Anakin out of his sight was quickly becoming familiar— as was the wash of relief when he found him where he’d left him. 

Approximately, anyway. He’d gotten up and was examining the sparse decorations on the fridge. At a small clear of Obi-Wan’s throat, his ears twitched and he jerked back with a guilty look. 

Obi-Wan smiled gently. “Nothing interesting there, I’m afraid.” 

“I wasn’t—” 

“It’s fine to be curious; ask me anything you like.” 

Even in the dim light, the conflict of opposing impulses was clearly visible on that expressive face. Obi-Wan had to stifle a smile.

Finally, inquisitiveness won out.

“Why do you have this?” Anakin jabbed a finger at his copy of the year’s academic calendar. 

“Oh, that?” He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting. “I teach there. I’m a professor of sociology.”  

Anakin wrinkled his nose. “Really? Aren’t most professors, you know...” 

“What?”

“Um. Old?” 

This time Obi-Wan couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Indeed we are. And terribly boring, I’m sure you’ll find.” 

He’d hoped to draw out a smile. If he had, it was hidden as Anakin curled in on himself, beginning to shiver again. The sight was perturbing, unacceptable.

“Will you come with me? Your bath should be nearly ready.”

Anakin ducked his head and followed.

The air in the bathroom was muggy, the mirror fogged with steam. Obi-Wan turned off the water while his guest watched, fidgeting, from the doorway. 

“There we are. If it’s too hot, you can just— well, I’m sure you know.” He winced internally. He wasn’t used to stumbling over his words like this, but then again he was hardly used to overnight guests, either. 

“I got it,” said Anakin, taking a few apprehensive steps towards the tub. 

“I’ll be nearby if you need anything,” Obi-Wan promised. He turned to leave but paused at the threshold as a thought occurred to him. “Oh— if you leave your wet things outside the door, I’ll throw them in the laundry. You can borrow something of mine for the night.”

Anakin gave a jerky nod, still staring at the water like it might bite him. 

“Remember,” he repeated, “Whatever you need.” 

Obi-Wan closed the door, shutting in the heat and humidity. Right. Clothes. Pajamas would do for now. He walked purposefully to the bedroom, meaning to fetch them right away, but as soon as he entered his legs went oddly weak and shaky. His neatly made bed awaited him; Obi-Wan sat down heavily, fingers twisting in the duvet. 

For the first time since Anakin had knocked on his door, he was alone. He pinched the bridge of his nose, doing his best to push back an impending headache as his thoughts raced to catalogue the implications of the night’s events.

He’d let a complete stranger into his home, his sanctuary, without even hesitating. Anakin had been far from forthcoming about his situation, but it was clear he was in some sort of trouble. Something serious, perhaps beyond what had landed him on the streets and in Obi-Wan’s backyard in the first place. He might be risking his own safety, all for a boy whose last name he didn’t even know. 

Alone in the dark, Obi-Wan sat with these facts, turning them over and over in his mind. What was he doing? Was he being gullible, a fool? 

A slight splashing, the sound of a body getting comfortable in a hot bath, filtered in from down the hall. 

With a rising sense of certainty that he rarely experienced, Obi-Wan realized that he didn’t care. He didn’t care what kind of mess Anakin was caught up in. He didn’t care what he’d done to end up here, or what the consequences might be. 

From the moment he’d laid eyes on Anakin, Obi-Wan had been seized with an inexplicable desire to protect him. To care for him. And Anakin... Anakin had asked him, begged him, for help. 

To turn him away was, quite simply, an impossibility. 

Obi-Wan breathed slow and deliberate, in through his nose and out through his mouth, until he felt calm again. His knees were still a little weak, but he felt much better by the time he’d managed to dig out his spare pajamas and return to the hallway. 

Anakin’s clothes lay by the bathroom in a crumpled pile. As Obi-Wan bent to pick them up, he froze at a sound from the other side of the door. He almost thought it was his imagination until he heard it again, this time unmistakable— a small, hiccuping sob. 

“Anakin,” He pressed his face to the doorframe. “Is something the matter?” 

“‘m fine,” came the muffled response. 

“Are you sure? You don’t sound fine.” 

“It’s just,” he sniffled. “My hair, I can’t... it hurts.” 

Obi-Wan frowned, at a loss. “What do you mean? Is there something I could do, bring you something or...” 

A short pause, and then, 

“Can you help me?” 

“Help you?” He must be hearing things. Surely, Anakin wouldn’t want him to... “You mean, come in there and... and what?”

Anakin sniffled again. “I’m sorry, it was stupid, please just forget I asked—”

“No!” Obi-Wan interjected, far too sharply. He shook himself and tried for a softer tone. “No. It’s good that you asked. You just caught me by surprise, that’s all. Are you sure that’s what you want?” 

Another pause. “...yeah, okay.” 

“Alright.” This night was getting more surreal by the minute. He took a deep breath and put his hand on the doorknob. “I’m coming in now.” 

Obi-Wan opened the door slowly, leaving plenty of time for a change of heart. He was determined not to look unnecessarily, but he could make out Anakin in his peripheral vision. His back was to Obi-Wan, his head hung on drawn-up knees. His tail hung over the side of the tub, slowly dripping water onto the floor. Every few seconds, he drew a ragged little breath that echoed too loudly in the tiny space. 

Obi-Wan could scarcely stand it. 

“What do you need me to do?”

Anakin glanced back over his shoulder with puffy eyes. “It’s all this,” he said miserably. “It’s a mess and I can’t, I can’t fix it.” He lifted a hand out of the water to run over the back of his hair. Obi-Wan’s eyes caught on the pale golden skin of his arm, the graceful line of it that bent to a broad back flushed pink with heat, the curve of his spine disappearing beyond— stop it. 

He was here to help, not— whatever that was. 

A few cautious steps put him within arms reach. “May I?” 

“Yeah.” 

A single brush of Obi-Wan’s hand made the problem clear; Anakin’s curls were snarled and matted, doubtlessly from the depridations of wind and rain. The process of detangling would be painful, perhaps downright impossible with the claws Anakin was sporting. 

He tutted softly. “I see. We’ll get this sorted out.” 

Obi-Wan fetched a bottle from the shower and rummaged in his grooming kit for a wide-toothed comb, grateful for a few moments where he didn’t have to rigidly control where his eyes were pointing.

“What’s that?” Anakin asked suspiciously, craning his neck to see what was going on.

“Conditioner.” Obi-Wan knelt on the bathmat and set the comb aside, again doing his very best not to look at Anakin’s shoulders.  “I don’t have to use it, but it’ll ease the way quite a bit.” 

“It’s fine, I’ve just—” Anakin looked down. “I’ve never really used stuff like that.” 

“First time for everything,” Obi-Wan said lightly, dispensing a large dollop into his hand. “Ready?” 

At a short nod, he began to apply the conditioner, starting at the crown and carefully distributing it through the messy locks. The parts that weren’t tangled were very soft, slipping pleasantly between his fingers. He wasn’t quite sure what to do about Anakin’s ears, which twitched slightly in response to each touch. It looked like Anakin had avoided them in his attempts to re-wet his own hair, so Obi-Wan tried to do the same. 

After a few seconds, Anakin made a tiny oh. 

“What is it?” 

“It, um, smells like you.” 

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. “You can smell me?” He wondered if that was an ability that came with Anakin’s more... unusual features.

“Yeah,” Anakin admitted, dragging a finger along the surface of the water. “It’s nice.” 

“Er.” 

“The conditioner, I mean.” 

“Oh.” Obi-Wan cleared his throat awkwardly. “Good.” 

Anakin’s hair was now covered in conditioner, as were his hands. Unwilling to dip them in the bathwater, so close to Anakin’s body, he opted to wipe them on the nearby hand towel with a grimace. Then he took up the comb, hoping for the best. It would be a shame to cut any of that beautiful hair.

As Obi-Wan gathered up the ends, his knuckles rubbed across the nape of Anakin’s neck. He felt rather than saw the damp skin erupt in gooseflesh, peach fuzz brushing softly against his fingers. 

Anakin didn’t move, nor did he make a sound when Obi-Wan began to comb through the tangles. Though he was as careful as he could be, the sharp tugs required to undo the worst of them must have been painful. But Anakin made no complaint but an occasional quick intake of breath. He just stared down at the water, quietly allowing Obi-Wan to see to him.

For the second time that night, Obi-Wan felt unsteady with realization. It suddenly occurred to him how petty his concerns had been. Whatever fear he’d experienced was infinitesimal compared to how Anakin must be feeling right now, in the house of a near stranger with no way of ascertaining his intentions. 

Anakin was hurt and alone. Naked and vulnerable. 

And yet somehow he trusted Obi-Wan to be near him, to touch him. 

He had to let Anakin know that his trust was not misplaced. That Obi-Wan would protect him, take care of him. That he was safe. 

Still moving the comb in steady strokes, he searched for the right words. 

“Anakin— I want you to know that, well... I’m in your corner, alright? Whatever is going on, whatever kind of trouble you’re in, you have me on your side.” 

“No, you’re not,” said Anakin in a hollow voice. “You don’t know.” 

Obi-Wan hummed as he finished undoing a particularly nasty snarl. 

“I know you won’t give me details, but answer me this. Did you hurt someone? Beyond the bounds of self defense, I mean,” he added hastily. 

“No, but—” 

Obi-Wan continued, speaking over him. “And do you plan to hurt me?” 

“Of course not.” The response carried just a tinge of defensive fire, making Obi-Wan smile. 

“Then you have me on your side, for whatever you might need.” 

Anakin flicked at the bathwater dispiritedly. “What does it matter? I’ll be gone tomorrow, anyway.” 

A sudden, overwhelming surge of protectiveness made his hand involuntarily tighten in Anakin’s hair. No, he wanted to say. You’ll stay here, with me, where you’re safe. 

That was something he had no right to decide or even ask. Obi-Wan mastered himself, loosening his grip and clenching his jaw until he was sure something less wildly inappropriate would come out. 

“That doesn’t have to be the case,” he said tentatively, beginning to comb again. He was working on the front pieces now, nearly finished.  “Not if you don’t want it to be.” 

“I... I don’t understand.” 

“If you wish to leave, of course I won’t stand in your way. But should you need a place to stay... it can be here. For as long as you need.” 

Anakin’s ears flattened. “Don’t say that!” he snapped, then almost inaudibly added, “You don’t mean that.” 

“I do,” said Obi-Wan gently. 

“You don’t,” Anakin whispered. He hunched forward in the tub, wrapping his arms around his knees in a tight, self-protective hold. 

“I do, but there’s no need to decide yet.” Obi-Wan said lightly, setting aside the comb. “Let’s just get this all rinsed out, shall we?” 

If Anakin wouldn’t stay, he could at least do his best to take care of him until he left. Obi-Wan opened the tap again, letting more warm water flow into the bathtub, and gently guided Anakin underneath. Anakin was pliant under his hands, allowing Obi-Wan to tilt his head this way and that as he rubbed gently at his scalp.

The ears presented a problem again. There was nothing for it but to carefully lift them, one by one, so he could scrub underneath. Obi-Wan thought they were by far the softest thing he’d ever felt. 

His fingers moved of their own volition, stroking for a split second until the ear twitched under his touch and he remembered himself. If Anakin made a sound, it was lost beneath the roar of water.

Finally, Anakin’s hair was clean, hanging back from his face in a sopping curtain. Obi-Wan regretfully eased his head forward and let go, deprived of the excuse to touch. 

What would happen now, he wondered. He could, should, dry off his hands and take his leave, show Anakin where to sleep and get some rest himself, and then...? It seemed all too clear, what he would find in the morning. An empty bed, an empty house. Anakin in the wind again, this time maybe forever. 

The thought was intolerable. 

Obi-Wan had to try. He dug deep to find the magic words, the perfect words that would convince Anakin to stay, and found nothing but the truth. 

It went against every instinct to say it, but it was the only card he had left to play. 

“About my offer,” he ventured, sitting back on his heels. 

“Yeah?” Anakin mumbled into his knees. 

“I wanted to let you know that, well... I would like it. If you stayed.” 

“W-what?” Anakin’s head lifted and his ears twitched slightly.

“It would make me happy. I—” Obi-Wan took a deep breath. “I want you to stay.” 

He pressed his lips together, leaving the words to hang without any qualifiers or equivocations, even as the seconds stretched with no response. And then, in the stillness, Anakin began to tremble. 

“Anakin? What’s the matter, please tell me, I didn’t mean to upset you.” As if drawn by a magnet, Obi-Wan reached out a hand and rested it comfortingly on Anakin’s shoulder. It only shook more under his touch, and Anakin gasped in a harsh breath as silent sobs wracked his body. 

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan continued frantically, “You don’t have to stay, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want... I’m sorry.” 

He knew he shouldn’t be touching Anakin, not when he’d overstepped like this, so he began to pull away— and froze, shocked, when a warm, wet hand wrapped around his own, keeping it in place. Holding it. 

Without warning and far too quickly, Anakin spun to face him. A tremendous surge of water drenched the floor and Obi-Wan’s pants. But he barely noticed, not as Anakin, very wet and very naked, leaned over the side of the tub and threw his arms around Obi-Wan’s neck. 

Anakin was hugging him. Obi-Wan froze in shock, but he didn’t seem to notice. He only sobbed harder, burying his face in Obi-Wan’s sweater. 

Obi-Wan couldn’t remember the last time someone had held him this tightly. The sharp points of Anakin’s claws grazed his back, and a silky ear tickled his skin. 

Slowly, tentatively, his arms lifted to return the embrace. He wasn’t quite sure where to put his hands, and settled for placing one on the middle of Anakin’s back, the other in his hair. 

“Shh...” he found himself whispering. “Shh... there, there.” He could hear Anakin crying now, choked breaths endlessly chasing each other out of his throat.  “I’m here, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” 

Obi-Wan ran his fingers through Anakin’s damp curls, over and over, scratching lightly against his scalp. He held him, with no thoughts but to comfort him, to soothe whatever pain had him so undone. Slowly, slowly, the wracking sobs subsided, leaving Anakin hiccuping and sniffling into his shoulder. 

“I’ve got you,” he repeated, even as Anakin slipped out of his arms to curl in on himself once again, as floppy eared and despondent as before. 

This time, though, something felt different. A lingering warmth, the ghost of a touch, that perhaps stood a chance at melting the many barriers between them. 

Red-rimmed eyes flicked up to meet Obi-Wan’s, just for a moment. 

“Okay,” said Anakin. “I’ll stay.”

[professorkenobi]

Would you write stray catboy on ao3 with longer chapter and everything? Or if not, a book with random prompts involving your au's?

Great question anon!

Claire and I decided to use tumblr instead of ao3 for stray catboy and our future aus because it allows us to avoid the pressures and limitations of ao3. While we do have some structure in terms of introducing these aus, tumblr allows us to see them as more of open worlds instead of structured works with a start and end.

Maybe one day we’ll switch to ao3 in some capacity, but for now we’re having more fun on tumblr! It’s very cozy and collaborative—for example, we hadn’t planned out exactly how Obi-Wan would propose to his forest twunk, but someone asking how it happens gave us a great reason to explore that!

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I’m actually pretty sure that was the best response to my ask like ever!! Super excited for more! Thank you!

You’re very welcome, thank YOU! We promise we’re paying off all this whump with so much fluff and comfort.

[professorkenobi]

18 and 19 please for catboy au if y’all still doing it

who falls asleep first

Obi-Wan lied awake for hours. Around two in the morning he padded downstairs for water. He paced the kitchen, peering out the window and into the darkness. There was no shadowy figure asleep on his deck, so he just had to believe that the boy was somewhere safe and warm... 

He showed up to campus that morning with dark circles under his eyes. 

But he still fell asleep before Anakin, who was freezing in the cold night air just paces away, hidden by the brambles. Every time he got close to sleep, his shivers woke him up.

who is big spoon/little spoon

Obi-Wan has a nice king-sized bed, but he sleeps alone. Always on his back, until worrying about the boy had him tossing and turning, getting tangled up in his sheets. 

Anakin was trying to spoon himself, in a way, by wrapping his arms tightly around chest, but he was alone too. Curling his tail around his waist, trying to stay warm. Thorny bushes surrounded him, but they didn’t quite feel like a warm embrace.

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Okay, we’re so sorry for answering your kind ask this way, but we had to! Otherwise we’d be spoiling a 'plot point’ of stray catboy that we’re really excited about. The good news is we’ll have the next part out soon. And we’ll actually answer who is big spoon and who is little spoon... eventually :)

[shatouto]

not much of a trickster :’)

[professorkenobi]

if you're still doing the ask game, 10 and 11?

how do they let each other know they’re leaving the house

Honestly, they leave the house together a lot. They’re pretty inseparable. But, of course, sometimes they have to part ways. 

When Anakin’s leaving the house, he’ll always make absolutely SURE that Obi-Wan can’t come with before he sets out.

Anakin: I'm leaving now... are you sure you don't wanna come with? 

Anakin, 30 minutes later: Okay I’m really leaving now... are you sure—

When Obi-Wan’s leaving the house, again, Anakin tries to drag it out (and Obi-Wan absolutely enables him because he doesn’t like parting either). Wait, Obi-Wan, I’ve gotta show you what’s happening on Twitter. Wait, I forgot, I packed you something for lunch. Wait—! 

And every morning before work, Obi-Wan kisses his husband soundly, cradles his face in his hands, and says I love you. Because Anakin loves to hear it as much as he loves to say it back.

In stray catboy au specifically, it’s even more of an ordeal for Obi-Wan to head to campus and leave Anakin alone at home. The first few times Obi-Wan left the house without him, he made double and triple sure that Anakin was comfy and had everything he needed for the day. It slowly evolves into a little ritual of petting through Anakin’s curls at the door while asking Do you have everything you need? followed by Anakin’s I will when you get back.

how do they greet each other when one of them gets home

Anakin likes to give bone-crushing hugs when he gets home. They were apart for too long, it’s always too long, and now that he’s reunited with Obi-Wan, he’s gonna hold him for at least a minute. Doesn’t matter if Obi-Wan’s in the middle of making dinner, grading papers, or in the shower, Anakin will find him and he will hug him.

It's the same when Obi-Wan comes home, except Anakin likes to scare him. Hide somewhere in the house to sneak up on him with one of those bone-crushing hugs. Obi-Wan’s used to it but he’ll still say Oh dear, you got me just for Anakin’s triumphant little laugh.

Because Obi-Wan’s so predictably punctual, sometimes he gets to surprise Obi-Wan with a kiss as soon as he gets home. They might end up making out against the door before Obi-Wan’s even set his messenger bag down... often.

[professorkenobi]

Anakin reminds me of the cat moe from animal crossing new leaf but I love the stray cat au!! It's amazing :)

Oh my god it’s him!!!

But seriously anon it is so hilarious that you say this because we have had an ongoing debate about whether Anakin would be a Lazy or Jock personality type in Animal Crossing. Moe is Lazy so I guess this is a point for meeee!! (Claire) 

If anyone else has an opinion on this very important debate, feel free to chime in! Speaking of Animal Crossing... we have also been joking about an AU where Anakin is the villager and Obi-Wan is Blathers. 😂😂😂 Really 0 thoughts just vibes on this one but it’s CUTE. Anakin visiting Obi-Wan where he lives in the museum... listening heart eyed to his little nerdy rants... terrorizing him with bugs...  Is Obi-Wan an anthropomorphic owl in this, you ask? DON’T OVERTHINK IT. 

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1 and 12 for obikin? :)

Thank you dear!! We already answered 1 so here’s 12. 

who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often

Anakin is very much one for things like that. He loves bringing home gifts for any occasion or no occasion, just to see Obi-Wan smile. Sometimes he gets a little over the top with them. 

Obi-Wan, on the other hand, is more for quiet gestures and acts of service. Making Anakin coffee right before he wakes up... bringing over a blanket when he notices him shivering but too wrapped up in whatever he’s doing to get it himself... washing Anakin’s glasses for him when he wears them. That sort of thing.

Maybe Anakin is having a stressful time at his job, working long hours to meet a deadline. When he has spare time he likes to unwind by tinkering with little engineering projects, but his workbench has gotten to be such a mess that trying to find what he needs has him nearly crying with frustration. Obi-Wan notices and knows what an important outlet it is, so one day he quietly goes through the drawers and organizes them, neatly labelling each one, careful to avoid disturbing any of the projects that Anakin is currently working on.  The same day, Anakin is really missing Obi-Wan, regretting how little time together they’ve had lately. He does his best to show his love for Obi-Wan whenever he can, but he has to make sure he knows. So he places an order for flowers during his lunchbreak and swings by the bakery after work to get Obi-Wan’s favorite tiramisu.  Everything gets a little squashed when Anakin dips Obi-Wan at the door, but it doesn’t matter. Anakin would do anything to see that small satisfied smile on Obi-Wan’s face as he arranges the flowers in their vase just so, or to hear the tiny involuntary noise of pleasure as he takes the first bite of his dessert. 

Obi-Wan is reading on the couch when Anakin finds his gift. He hears an excited yell and the pounding of feet down the stairs, and before he knows it he has a lap is full of his very enthusiastic husband. Between Anakin raining down kisses on his face, he tries to say that he did his best, he can explain the system, if any of it is wrong he’s happy to— Anakin shuts him up with another kiss and pushes him back into the couch, intent on showing him just how grateful he is. 

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#1, for Forrest ranger AU?

who reaches out to new neighbors

Anakin meets the new neighbors first, but Obi-Wan is the one who initiates going next door to bring their new neighbors a welcome gift.

Anakin’s always doing something in the yard, so it’s no surprise that he’s out watering plants when he spies a new fern in the neighbor’s front yard. Anakin’s never seen one like it before and he’s curious, so he casually steps over into their yard to inspect this strange new specimen.

As he’s trying to classify it, a woman wearing a hijab steps out the front door and gives him a confused look. “Hello?”

“Hi,” Anakin says. “Where is this fern native to? Do you know?”

His new neighbor actually knows a lot about plants, and so does her partner, who steps out a few minutes later when it was taking her wife too long to get the mail. 

They’re all chatting away animatedly, and Anakin’s even got a couple fresh clippings in his hands, when Obi-Wan steps out trying to find his partner. Obi-Wan’s first panicked thought is Fuck, if Anakin was caught stealing clippings... But lucky for him, when he introduces himself to the new neighbors they’re plenty friendly and already quite fond of his very talkative husband. 

The next day, Obi-Wan says they should bake a pie to welcome them (and to apologize for his husband inspecting their foliage uninvited). So they spend the afternoon baking together (with some kissing and slow dancing mixed in) and bring the pie next door. Their kind new lesbian neighbors invite them in for dinner.

The Halloween decorations rivalry starts later.

[professorkenobi]

so i googled ‘do cats know what love is’ and i stumbled across an article with this phrase: If he naps on you at any point, then that's the best indicator that he knows you care for him. He trusts you at his most vulnerable, which means he feels secure when he's with you. That is love. and you bet i immediately thought of your catboy au!! honestly how happy would obi-wan be when anakin finally falls asleep on him?? <3

That is the SWEETEST thing ever 🥺❤️

Trusting someone when you’re at your most vulnerable is love, and that’s why it’s such a special thing that Anakin ran to Obi-Wan in his time of need.

Anakin definitely has some trust issues. He’s had a rough few years, and he’s not used to kindness like Obi-Wan’s shown him. There’s always a catch. It takes lots of those selfless, earnest gestures for Anakin to realize that there’s no catch with Obi-Wan.

But when he does, it’s such a wonderful moment. Poor Obi would end up stuck on the couch for hours, his leg falling asleep, not wanting to disturb this delicate moment where Anakin has finally relaxed around him. But it’s not so bad... reaching down, stroking his ears as his nose twitches in his sleep... both of them safe, warm, and together. 

[professorkenobi]

Domestic Ask Game

Adapted from this post. Send in a number or two and we’ll respond!

who reaches out to new neighbors

who remembers to buy healthy food

who remembers to buy junk food

who fixes the oven when it breaks

who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s)

who wakes up earlier

who makes the bed

who makes the coffee

who burns breakfast

how do they let each other know they’re leaving the house

how do they greet each other when one of them gets home

who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often

who picks the movie for movie night

their favorite kind of movie to watch

who first suggests a pillow fort

who builds the pillow fort

who tries to distract the other during the movie

who falls asleep first

who is big spoon/little spoon

[professorkenobi]

Would Secondary genders exist? If so, would Anakin have one? And would if affect Obi-Wan in a way?

Is this for the stray catboy au, anon? We don’t have any plans for ABO or ABO elements in that au, but that could certainly be an au of the au! That would be especially interesting if ABO isn’t a normal part of the world but it’s something that affects Anakin 👀

[cottontailcomics]

anakitten only has 2 moods just like any cat adorably sweet or fucking feral. my cat’s love to chase me and play rough so i can see nyanakin doing the same with poor obiwan XD

[professorkenobi]

AHA yes! I love them curled up together ❤️

[jswander]

@professorkenobi‘s Stray  Cat AU is basically a bingo card of all my favorite fanfic tropes, so it was only a matter of time before I ended up posting fanart of their catboy!Anakin / nyanakin <3

I’ve also been loving @milkyteaart‘s design and based the ears and tail off of their color interpretation :3

[professorkenobi]

JO 😭😍 He’s so adorable!! Anakin looks like he could really use some pets, good thing Obi-Wan is up for the task!