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I really like to imagine the relationship between Ahsoka and Obi-Wan. Like he's her Jedi-Grandpa. Grand-Master. He'd teach her Dejarik and Anakin would sit beside them while they play, chin in his hand, saying "I don't know how you have patience for this stuff. If you want strategy just look at the battlefield."

And Obi-Wan might chide him gently. "Because this is a game, Anakin. There are no casualties in this strategy."

Ahsoka mutters a quiet "Yeah, I don't know. I'm feeling pretty dead right now." While looking at the tangled mess on the Dejarik board. She appears to be losing in seven different ways.

Obi-Wan smiles. "You almost got it. Keep considering all possibilities."

Ahsoka squirms. "I am! And every outcome is the same, me, dead!" She runs her hands down her face and Anakin laughs.

"Okay. I'll admit, that does sound familiar." He says.

"And what do you do in those situations?" Obi-Wan asks them both.

They look at each other and then back at him.

"Give up?" They tease.

This time Obi-Wan opens his mouth, pauses, and then grins before saying, "If I am your opponent, then maybe. But no. You keep trying, that's the point of the game."

Anakin leans across to Ahsoka and whispers. "I say steal his pieces and make a run for it."

"Master!"

"Snips."

"A-hem," Obi-Wan raises a brow. "Focus, please."

And they just smile at him sheepishly like they were caught considering a very bad idea which he'd (despite himself) really would want to see play out.

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Obi-Wan sketch to close out the night ♡ Text to go with it under the cut!

"Obi-Wan Kenobi remained stagnant. The hot sand would wisp across the dunes and he'd sit in shadow, cloaked in cold responsibility. Some nights he feared it was loneliness. Loneliness could do a great terrible things to a man. But then he would watch the young boy at ease, drawing his arms out like wings and shout toward the sky; his expression a bright, blazing sun like the one before him. Oh, and how it hurt. Blissfully, bleeding and utterly motionless. The boy's uneventful morning, the man's repeating day, and the closing night of the figure who once bore the name Anakin Skywalker."

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Obi-Wan with OCD ficlet, hurt without comfort

tw: bad coping mechanisms, vomit mention, references to canon character 'death'

Hooks

Morning began with a barrage of thoughts. He'd barely had time to open his eyes before his conscience woke up and began to tangle itself on knots he'd been trying to untangle for several years.

What should he have done differently? There must've been a fixed point, somewhere just out of reach, that could've solved everything and saved everyone.

He needed to wash his face.

The sun had warmed the rock when he made his way to the little basin, which was more a bowl with a jug suspended above it. He uncapped it, and watched some water fall into the bowl.

His face looked exhausted in the reflection, and he ran his hand through his hair hoping it could undo some of the mess.

Mess. That's the least of his worries. How superficial, to worry about hair. His best friend is dead because of him, and he's worrying about apperances.

But he wasn't, was he? He only noticed it because of the water and— oh. It's overfilling.

"Blast."

He tilted the jug upright and put the cap back on, grabbing a strip of fabric and kneeling to wipe up the puddle. The sun's heat would dry it away, but he prefered it not seeping into any other of his belongings.

The bowl was still overfilled, but he managed to wash his face without it spilling further. He poured the remaining water onto the sand outside, watching it darken and disappear.

If the water had formed a silhouette, would he have cared? Or would he still be fixated on his hair?

Obi-Wan groaned quietly and headed back inside. Food. All he had to do was eat. He wasn't fixated on it, he'd only noticed it. Noticed, that was all.

Anakin could've hardly been called shallow if he tended to his hair in the mirror for a quick second. So why should Obi-Wan? Then again, he killed Anakin, so why did he feel any right to use him in his justifying his hair?

His fingers dug into his scalp. Why was this still happening? It was as if his world was but hooks and his days were spent getting caught on them. Today, hair. Yesterday, clothes. The day before that he'd seen a shape in the sand and vomited.

Breakfast. Breakfast. Breakfast.

How could he eat? How could he, after what he'd done?

He sunk down against the wall and pulled his limbs close, a tired sigh escaping the knots in his throat. This was good. He was showing remorse, that meant he did care. That he felt guilt.

With a trembling hand he reached up and ruffled his hair, too. This reset the day.

Now he could eat.

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About Other Things - Chapter One: Sweet & Bitter

Link to chapter one!

While I'm working on my bigger Canto Bight fanfic and studying for my test on friday I thought to write something more light-hearted. I drew something for chapter one, as it was a treat (pun intended) to make. I hope you all enjoy!

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Spending the end to a hectic day together, sitting on the highest balcony the Jedi temple had; far below was Coruscant city, bustling in activity and flickering neon in the early night.

They seemed to be the only ones standing still in the whole galaxy— that's how it felt to Anakin, anyway.

He leaned against the railing and watched his Master with a resigned look on his face. One day, things might be different. They might be changed people, with different goals. Going different paths entirely.

Obi-Wan turned his head a fraction. "You're making that face again." He said.

Anakin grimaced. "What face?"

"That face which tells me you're worrying about something unlikely again."

There was no way for Obi-wan to really know what was going on inside his head, Anakin knew that, but this time he prefered to trust blindly in his word. Unlikely.

"I was thinking that one day we might not stand like this again." Anakin admitted quietly.

"What, here on the balcony?" Obi-Wan's response was so dry it drew a laugh from them both. Then he continued, "You really do consider the strangest of things. I've been with you for the majority of your life, the only one who can decide when that stops is you."

The younger man was silent and then looked out towards the sky. "Then I decide it's unlikely."

Obi-Wan watched him for a moment and too turned his head. "Wise words."

"They were your words, Master."

A faint, cheeky smile crossed his face then.

"Exactly." He said.

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Chapter Three - 'All or Nothing'

The final chapter of What Happens in Canto (Don't be Suspicious) is out! It's my favorite by far and absolutely chaos. Hope you enjoy!

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One of my favorite lines in Chapter One!! Obi-Wan says it so certainly hahah :) Now back to studying I go wish me luck

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Chapter two of About Other Things is out! :) It's titled "Us & Them". I drew Obi-Wan how I imagined him in the later scene, a little pensive.