5. How many WIP do you have?
to the Documents! 29. Most will never see the light of day though.
8. Who are some of your favourite authors in your fandom?
to the bookmarks for a little dive! ok, so names that come up a couple times or they wrote a particular fic that stuck with me:
TGCF - curiositykilled, Naamah_Beherit, ThreePlums, capyshota, etymologyplayground, Boomchick, fizzygingr
SVSSS - AceOfDivineChlorophyll, namelessayakashi (TheCourtSorcerer), zarasu, NeonGhostCat, esama,
Star Wars - K_R_Closson, imaginarykat, Elfpen, esama
10. What makes a fic 'successful' in your opinion?
anyone reads it and likes it is all i'm hoping for really, anything beyond that is a surprise and a delight! always a slut for getting art tho.
16. Is there a type of fic you would never write?
modern AUs. They're just not for me.
24. What are some of your favourite tropes?
H/C, time travel, getting together, angst, fix its in general.
32. What's a fic you'd love to write, but probably never will?
I don't know, cause if I want to write it, then I will?
38. Are there any popular tropes/themes you'd never write?
again, the ol' modern AU and really any sort of setting AU is not really my jam. Never say never of course, but it would be unusual. I love Canon Setting. Oh sad endings too, defo never going to write one of those, I love angst, but that shit's gotta have the soft shit at the end.
18. One of them wakes up with amnesia (Option A because two people sent in this prompt number and I liked both ideas I saw for it enough to not want to pick) this involves an Obi-Wan that got deaged as well as lost his memories so he's Phantom Menace Obi-Wan. no i will not be explaining. hand wavey drabble fic writing.
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The man has not stopped staring, but something in his intense gaze makes Obi-Wan feel safe. Almost. Well. On edge, yes, but. Protected. He has the strange feeling that he’d rather be under this man’s stare than anywhere else in the entire galaxy.
But he knows he’s never seen this man before in his life, the same way that he knows he’s twenty-five and that Qui-Gon Jinn is his Master, that he’s a Jedi knight-in-training, that he hates teas with mint leaves in them, that he’ll never say no to a drink with Quinlan, that--well.
He supposes none of that stuff could be true anymore. Vokra Che, who’s a grown and certified healer master now, had told him what had happened. An older version of himself had touched something he wasn’t supposed to. The closest translation they could find to the runes on the object was that it would transform the user back to their most balanced state. Obi-Wan’s had, apparently, been at the age of twenty-five. He hadn’t recognized the name Anakin Skywalker. He had never been to Naboo.
He throws the rest of his drink back and waves to the bartender to pour him another. He’d gone straight here from the Halls of Healing. He’d had a shadow the entire way, but the man has yet to try to talk to him at all. It’s infuriating.
His Padawan braid swings into his field of vision for a second. He tosses it over his shoulder. He’d been told. Qui-Gon had died. Obi-Wan wants to not think about it at all.
There’s a brush of a Force presence that’s both familiar and completely foreign next to him. The man has finally moved to his side. Obi-Wan’s jaw ticks at his continued reticence, the way he’s observing him but not talking to him. It just simply won’t do, but Obi-Wan isn’t feeling his kindest. He doesn’t want whatever this man is offering him with his silent, dour stares and his suffocating Force signature that keeps trying to tangle itself with Obi-Wan’s own. It’s rude is what it is.
He waves down the bartender and orders a drink for the man. “If you got mint, put it in,” he tells the woman who raises an eyebrow but shrugs, one pair of her arms busy with the drink. When she gives it to him he slides it to the man next to him without even looking at him.
“What--” the man asks. “I don’t--”
“You do tonight,” Obi-Wan says bracingly, throwing back half of his own drink. “We’ve both just lost our Masters, haven’t we?”
The man beside him flinches as if Obi-Wan had skewered him with his lightsaber.
“You are him, aren’t you?” Obi-Wan lolls his head to the side to look at the man threw half-closed eyes. “My padawan.”
“Anakin,” the man says so quietly it’s almost lost to the noise of the bar. “I’m Anakin Skywalker, yeah.”
Obi-Wan takes a drink reflexively, humming in disbelief. “You don’t look like it,” he says consideringly. At Anakin’s confused look, he elaborates. “You don’t look like you could have ever been a Padawan.”
The man pulls himself up, face darkening at the perceived slight. It’s almost too easy to rile him up, but now that he has, Obi-Wan finds he has no interest in fighting this man. Quite the opposite, really. That’s...something. He can’t tell if that emotion comes from him now or the older version of him.
Either way, Obi-Wan has no desire to stand in the way of whatever storm this Anakin is building up in his head, so he turns to face him completely and pushes both hands into his blond hair, raking down the scalp gently before collecting the strands into a poor imitation of the Padawan ponytail. “That’s better, I suppose. The hair threw me off.” He lets go slowly, making sure to tug at one of the strands at the last second.
Anakin has a very strange look on his face, but he’s definitely not angry anymore. He’s even shielding much more tightly now. Obi-Wan smirks into his glass as he takes a sip. He definitely remembers that trick.
“Do you know who cut it?” he asks, catching sight of the end of his braid again. The drinks are going to his head much more quickly than he had intended. Must be all the trauma his body has gone through in the past few days. “My braid.”
“I.” Anakin stutters, caught off guard. “You did.”
Obi-Wan feels like laughing but also a bit like crying. There’s a terrifying emotion rearing its head in his chest. It threatens to swallow him whole. “Well, I suppose I never liked to stand on ceremony.”
“You cut your braid in the fresher and then called me in and braided mine,” Anakin says distantly, as if caught up in the memory. “You wouldn’t let me hold it. I thought you were so mean. But I understood at my Knighting Ceremony. It was a part of me in my hand, a...starmap of all the places I’d been and the things I’d learned during my training. And there was only one person I wanted to give it to in the whole galaxy.”
“Did you?” He asks, taking a sip to hide how important the question is, how devastating the answer could be.
“Well. Yeah. But I guess I don’t know if you kept it,” Anakin cuts his eyes away from Obi-Wan’s and runs his fingers up the long stem of his drink.
Obi-Wan chokes on a laugh. “He definitely did.”
The other man’s face settles into a frown. “You don’t know that. You’re not him.”
“I’m enough of him. I’ve got--some feelings. In my head. Impressions.”
“Of me?”
“Of how he felt about you.”
Anakin’s eyes widen and then narrow with a sudden intensity that makes Obi-Wan want to shiver. It’s like being in the eye of a storm. His hold on the delicate glass in his hand becomes dangerously tight as he leans forward into Obi-Wan’s space, as if he can’t get close enough to him.
“What do you feel when you look at me?” he asks almost breathlessly. Obi-Wan blinks, trying to figure out if he’s being seduced or not. It’s sort of working. It’s all that focus, directly on him. Obi-Wan wouldn’t mind if that’s how the night ended. But sleeping with his former padawan who he can’t remember right now doesn’t seem like the best decision he could make.
But Anakin had liked it when Obi-Wan tugged at his hair. He’d arched closer to him. And now, the distance between them has been eaten away until they’re almost pressed chest to shoulder.
“Safe,” he decides to say, even though the word feels too small. “Sad,” which is mostly true but also an oversimplification. It’s a sort of nostalgia mixed with sadness, mixed with acceptance and resignation. “Warm,” because even after being denied entry to Obi-Wan’s mind, Anakin’s force presence has curled around Obi-Wan’s like some sort of krayt dragon, content to wait and guard and treasure. He leans forward, just until his mouth brushes against the skin of Anakin’s ear. “Coveted.”
Anakin definitely shifts at that, and when Obi-Wan pulls back enough to see his face, his pupils are blown wide.
Swallowing a grin, Obi-Wan swallows the rest of his drink in one go. “Drink up,” he tells Anakin in his most demanding tone, reaching into his pockets to pull out his older self’s credits to settle the tab. “I want to go.”
Anakin obeys immediately, making a face at the taste.
They’re out in the street within a few minutes, Anakin smacking his lips as if still trying to rid himself of the flavor. “I just don’t know why you had to order me that,” he complains, falling into step on Obi-Wan’s right.
Obi-Wan pauses and leans against the very unsanitary wall of the building, spreading his legs wide enough so that Anakin can come in between them. The man doesn’t seem to notice anything different, just steps a bit closer as a crowd of loud party-goers makes their way past them.
“I wanted to see if I liked mint,” Obi-Wan shrugs, raising his hand to rest on the skin of Anakin’s neck. He can feel the way his pulse is beating incredibly fast.
“Why would my drink help you with--”
Obi-Wan rolls his eyes. He commends his older self for being able to teach this idiot anything, even though he seems to have skipped over important lessons like Recognizing When You’re Being Flirted With.
Before Anakin can finish the thought, Obi-Wan twists his other hand in Anakin’s robes and pulls him forward until their lips are a hair’s breadth apart. “May I kiss you?” he asks because it’s only polite to.
Anakin’s eyes widen and then fall shut as he gives a little nod, finally stepping forward until their bodies are pressed completely together.
At least someone, although he doubts it was the older Obi-Wan, taught Anakin how to kiss. Obi-Wan’s toes curl in his boots as Anakin takes control of the action, moving his hands so one’s pressing against the wall behind them and one’s running up his scalp. Obi-Wan takes his time licking into Anakin’s mouth, allowing Anakin to explore him in return. One of them moans, which seems like as good a time as any to break the kiss.
“Well?” Anakin pants, diving in to place a short kiss onto Obi-Wan’s lips. “What do you think?”
The short answer is that Obi-Wan isn’t. He noses back towards Anakin’s mouth hopefully, sliding his hand down from his neck to rest on his hip.
“About mint,” Anakin elaborates when Obi-Wan doesn’t respond immediately.
“Inconclusive. Need more data,” Obi-Wan tries to kiss him but Anakin’s smiling too hard.
“Then next time you can get the awful drink, and you can get me the Alderaan Sunset,” Anakin is complaining, but he’s laughing too and that’s nice. Obi-Wan thinks that making Anakin Skywalker laugh is one of the best feelings in the galaxy, and he thinks his older self would agree, if the warmth sparking up in his very soul means anything at all.
Imagine obikins from demonkin and deitywan aus meet. God Obi-Wan brags about taking care of his Anakin and smiting rude people. Demon Anakin is furiously taking notes and shares thoughts of obscure monsterfucking bed tips. Human Anakin is intrigued. Human Obi-Wan is horrified
My friend!!!! 💙💙💙
A part of me wonders if I wrote the archaeologist fic just to make demon fic Obi-Wan look reasonable by comparison. Yeah he's dating a demon, but at least he's trying to help him improve! Human Anakin, meanwhile, is like "it's okay that Obi-Wan keeps murdering bad people, it's actually probably for the best because those people sucked, my boyfriend is so handsome and smart and smells good."
I'm happy my brand is now "one human guy and one magic guy fall in love." How far can I push that? What other kinds of non-human things can these people be?
Genius robotics engineer Anakin makes his most advanced model yet: Obi-Wan, a handsome android who knows everything, except how to love.
Lost hiker Obi-Wan comes across a wolf and his two adorable baby pups and is allowed to stay near them through a storm. He wakes up in the morning to find himself sharing a cave with handsome human Anakin and toddler Luke and Leia who have immediately imprinted on this random guy (Skywalker genes, right?) and cry whenever he tries to leave.
5. Is Obikin your OTP in the Star Wars verse? Or do you love other ships just as much?
I like Anidala and Obianidala pretty well too, and a few others a little bit less, but obikin's pretty much my OTP! Or brotp, depending on the fic
8. Tell us a quick headcanon that you have about Obikin.
Anakin blushes really hard whenever Obi-Wan flirts worth him and Obi-Wan flirts with him on purpose to see it
9. Tell us a fandom headcanon that you’re a fan of.
Now I can't think of anything 😂 whenever one of them is in the medbay, the other stays right by their side and can't be convinced to leave
11. Where do you consume the most Obikin content? (Tumblr, AO3, Wattpad, Twitter, etc).
Either tumblr or ao3!! Both give me a lot of food throughout the day
19. What genre do you prefer to read and/or write for for this ship: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, alternative universe, or canon divergence? (or other!)
Depends on my mood, because I love reading (and somewhat writing) all of these! I will say that alternate universe and canon divergence are my favorite for,,, obvious reasons lol
20. What is your all time favourite Obikin fanfic?
Noooo I can't just choose one I love so many 😭😭😭 wicked thing obviously, if I only knew, Conceal Me What I Am, Equinox, Parrots, Parkour, Pirates, Punk, and Perfect Strangers, and...... many many more lol
23. What trope would you love to see more of in Obikin fanfiction?
Another hard one!! Most of the time I don't know what I want until something hits the spot and I'm done reading and its just like "more please 🥺🥺🥺"
But maybe? Enemies to lovers? Friends to lovers? Soulmates? Smut and humor across the board, really 😂
29. What trope would you love to see more of in Obikin fanart?
Idk how much of a trope it is? But short funny little comics, I love them sm!
I have a naughty question about LT! So Anakin's blood, sweat and tears are special for Sith rituals. What about his cum? Does Obi-Wan get something out of all the blowjobs? 8D
Your sunshine au is so good!! Can you tell more about her relationship with Kabuto? Whar about Orochimaru?
Since Orochimaru defected when she was still very young, she didn’t have a chance to build a relationship with him.
Her relationship with Kabuto is…interesting. Initially when she approached him, he found her amusing and didn’t see any harm in teaching her a few tricks (it’s something Konoha’s Kabuto would do, anyway). What he didn’t expect was for her to stick around.
And like, that wasn’t supposed to happen. No one was supposed to notice Konoha’s Kabuto, much less get attached to him. Konoha’s Kabuto is just your average, run-of-the-mill, fade-into-the-background kind of guy; there’s nothing special about him save for perhaps his inability to pass the chuunin exams. He’s friendly but not charismatic, knowledgeable but not physically skilled. But for whatever reason Hyuuga Hinata saw something in him– and it’s not due to some acting failure on his part, he knows how good he is at his job, you don’t survive long as a spy otherwise– and in some strange way, she almost reminds him of Orochimaru-sama. They’re the only two people to ever succeed in glimpsing something behind his mask (what they see, he has no idea– he doesn’t know what’s behind the mask himself), although they’re complete opposites in every other way.
“You shouldn’t do that,” Konoha’s Kabuto says, forced calm in his voice the morning he finds her in his kitchen. Hinata grins, seemingly clueless to how close she was to getting a kunai in the throat.
“You didn’t show up to breakfast so I thought I’d stop by” she says airily, waving him off. “Besides, I knew you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Did you?” He asks mildly. He relaxes, slipping an easygoing smile on his face because Konoha’s Kabuto isn’t threatening. Konoha’s Kabuto isn’t dangerous. “I’ve told you over and over that you trust too easily, Hinata-chan. I mean, how well do you know me really? I could be the next Uchiha Itachi, for all you know.”
Konoha’s Kabuto says this as a gently chiding statement, his tone that of a concerned mentor.
“I know you well enough to know that you’re no Uchiha Itachi,” she snorts, glancing at him. “That kind of mass murder really isn’t your style, Kabuto-senpai.”
He chuckles, leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Oh? And what else have you noticed about me, Hinata-chan? Do tell, I’m very curious,” Konoha’s Kabuto says, amused. Konoha’s Kabuto is the type of person to indulge those under him.
“How about we make it a game? I tell you something about you, you tell me something about me, winner gets…well, you already owe me lunch for standing me up, so how about loser treats winner to dinner?” She suggests brightly.
“Very well. Since I suppose it’s my turn, hmm…you secretly hate pressing flowers. The only reason you do it is because you don’t want to disappoint that blonde friend of yours,” he says.
She blinks.
“Wow, you are observ–wait. You got me a handbook on pressing flowers for my last birthday,” she accuses, narrowing her eyes.
“Just because you dislike doing something doesn’t mean you can’t improve,” he replies innocently.
“Fine. Is that how we’re doing this? You’re not half as absent-minded as you pretend to be. No one ‘forgets’ to bring their wallet along that often, even if your teammates somehow haven’t caught on yet,” she retorts.
“You downplay your skills when you’re around your peers,” he says, crossing his arms with a smile.
“You’re a lot more skilled at healing than you pretend to be.”
“You had a detailed knowledge of the human body even before you started your lessons with me,” he says. “You weren’t at all bothered the first time you saw a dead body, and you didn’t hesitate in the slightest when it came to dissecting that rabbit. And you were what, eight? Very curious, wouldn’t you say?”
“Yes, well, the Hyuuga library contains a wealth of knowledge. I’m very fortunate to have that,” Hinata replies noncommittally.
“Yes, so fortunate. After all, we all know that’s the traditional method for learning how to suture– reading about it in a book,” he says sardonically.
Hinata folds her arms over her chest. “You don’t care for your teammates. You find them immature and incompetent. You don’t care for your jounin-sensei either.”
“And you absolutely despise the majority of your family. You don’t know how to deal with that, so you avoid them as much as you can. It’s one of the reasons why you spend so much time over at the old Uchiha compound,” Kabuto says, feeling an odd sense of satisfaction at seeing her face pale. Briefly he wonders if he’s gone too far. Konoha’s Kabuto doesn’t say things like that. Konoha’s Kabuto doesn’t get enjoyment out of hurting–
“Your glasses mean the world to you.”
It’s all Kabuto can do to stop himself from stiffening.
“Excuse me?” He asks.
“You have the knowledge and the skill to fix your own eyesight, yet you never have. You’ve broken the lenses at least two times but you’ve never replaced the frames. You’re always extremely careful about protecting your face in a fight,” she says, voice steady.
“The reason you keep your hair so short is because when you wear your hair long, you remind your father of your mother,” Kabuto says softly. He takes a step closer to her and tilts his head to the side. “Did it hurt? Back when he couldn’t bring himself to look at you?”
“You could have passed the chuunin exams and yet for some reason, you chose to fail,” she says, just as quietly. “Why is that, Kabuto-senpai?”
He takes a deep breath and then just looks at her for a moment.
“You aren’t loyal to Konoha,” he says finally.
“Neither are you,” she replies.
(tl;dr basically they’re both deeply taken aback by how much the other person has managed to notice and they both get carried away. Also this wasn’t supposed to happen, they were supposed to have a nice conversation about idk, identity issues/what it means to be a person, not…not whatever this was. On the bright side, I can see this developing into an interesting dynamic. I kind of like the idea of two characters, both used to lying all the time– or at least, hiding a part of themselves– being completely honest with each other.)
5) character you were most surprised to end up writing
TFA Sentinel Prime. 8D I also was surprised how much I enjoyed writing him!
7) when asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?
In real life, embarrassed. Because then people usually start asking what I write, and I’m like, UUUUMMMMM
I really don’t want to explain robot porn to irl people, so usually I don’t share that I write at all.
11) what aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?
Style. I think I’ve always had good ideas, but in the beginning I really struggled with putting words together. I still have a lot to improve, but that’s what makes it an interesting journey!
15) why did you start writing?
Answered here. 8D but you know the story, Plushie.
17) if you could give your fledgling author self any advice, what would it be?
Ask people for critique. However, don’t blindly follow every recommendation you get. Don’t try to be like someone, but rather work on improving you own style.
18) were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? what were they?
I honestly don’t know. I don’t think so? Maybe there are works that influenced me, but I am not consciously aware of it.
22) are there any subjects that make you uncomfortable to write?
Mindbreak, slavery, abuse and such things when they aren’t written as something horrible. I do like me some dark bleak hopelessness sometimes, but it should be clear in the text it is wrong - otherwise I will not feel okay writing it. Usually I prefer to end such things with rescue and healing, though.
23) any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?
Hm. Well. Let me tell you a secret: I’ve never fallen in love. Ever. I do not know what romantic love feels like. Yet I write about it all the time.
My point of reference? That time when I was a teenager and I had really deep feelings towards a certain fictional character. I’m still not sure I can say I was in love, but this was probably the closest thing.
I haven’t felt anything like it since then, though.
24) have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?
Not an expert, but I do know stuff about Ancient Egypt and its mythology. I read scientific monographies on it. I reconstructed the city network of Nile’s delta during the Old Kingdom. I learned what food was eaten and how people bathed. I learned how religion changed as the history progressed.
All because I shipped Seth and Horus.
I also know a lot about geography of Cybertron, thank you, Ride Eternal.
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Your blog is nice and you have a nice sense of humor! I hope you'll have a good day! <3
Thank you very much, I was seeing a lot of negativity, a lot of people hating on each other for how they Do Fandom -- ships, headcanons, everything, and I think I’d rather post something positive sometimes. :)
