so i have decided to finally get my shit together and start writing again LMAO (as to why i chose to do this while my life is starting to get considerably busy/hectic, i honestly do not know and my brain hates me for it but whatever)
ANYWAYS i figured it’d be nice to make a list of my current WIPs and such. i haven’t gotten around to making a masterlist bc i’m still trying to figure out how i want it to look, so if by chance you want to see some of the few fics i've written they are on my ao3 (linked in my bio) or on here under the tag "#certaindark writing"
☆ certaindark’s WIPS ☆
“make you mine” part two
rewrite of “always holding on to stars” chapter one
running on 2 hours of sleep, had a 12 hour shift (6am-6pm and NO, i am NOT a morning person... not to mention the warehouse was boiling hot), and i have a 9:30am flight this morning. it’s currently almost 2am and no, i have not started packing at all :-)
[ID: three lineart sketches, emphasized by bright neon colors drawn in bold strokes. First image depicts Din in sideview with his jetpack, the other two show Grogu, sitting on the ground and a close up of his head, looking up. /END ID]
I saw an anime-Mando video (that Cowboy Bebop opening one!) and was inspired to draw Din and Grogu in a fake-anime-screenshot sort of style!
Also tried adding some sparks from the nearby fire to it with After Effects but I think they turned out less like fire sparks and more like magical floaty sparks... xD;
me: doesn’t celebrate my birthday on the actual date bc bad things always happen when i try to do something fun for it so we pushed festivities to the weekend (aka today)
my city: issues multiple tornado warnings for the whole day
me: doesn’t celebrate my birthday on the actual date bc bad things always happen when i try to do something fun for it so we pushed festivities to the weekend (aka today)
my city: issues multiple tornado warnings for the whole day
warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, two dumbasses not realizing that they're in love with one another, cursing here and there, references to war and violence, a bit of a spicy moment. oh, also some oc lore
a/n: hi, this is a little bit of a gift for my bestie, @xcertaindarkthingsx you deserve nothing but good days in the year to come. here's to a twenty-one years around the sun <3 (i would really recommend checking out her fics. she's an amazing writer & the loveliest person you'll ever meet)
"and where are you running off to?"
a figure, swathed by an inky black cloak swiveled, her brow furrowing, lips parting ever so slightly, "i have a few errands to run, master kenobi. i believe that you have better things to do than hovering around, bothering me."
"do i bother you, master kharis?" obi-wan kenobi's lips lifted into a smug smirk, those crystalline blue eyes practically piercing through her tough exterior, "if i recall--"
"the council meeting has been adjourned," a new voice cut in, stern and brittle, "do you two really need to gossip about it in the halls of the temple?"
obi-wan exhaled, gritting his teeth, "my deepest apologies, master windu. we were discussing an important matter, regarding another jedi."
"the only jedi you need to be concerned with is your own padawan, master kenobi," mace windu's lips curled into sneer, the jedi master shaking his head, "anakin skywalker got into another brawl with one of the senior padawans. master yoda informed me of the matter as the meeting drew to a close."
obi-wan's eyes widened, "maker. i'll see right to it."
yet, the older jedi lingered, folding his arms across his chest. obi-wan could sense the apprehension in master windu's force signature, how there was a burning question running rampant through his skull.
"i believe you have a question for us, master windu," thank the maker. seraphine's cool tone flooded obi-wan's ears, "please, do ask."
"you weren't," master windu cleared his throat, shifting uneasily, "were the two of you discussing august moor's potential whereabouts?"
obi-wan wasn't even aware of the shock that plagued his features the moment the query fell from master windu's mouth. his mouth stood agape, eyes wide, nearly speechless.
august moor.
that was a name that was not spoken by the jedi order for a long time. nearly a decade. obi'wan's line of sight flickered over to seraphine, whose expression was nearly unreadable. she was solemn, almost.. melancholy.
inhaling a sharp breath, seraphine's eyes drifted downwards, not even meeting master windu's inquiring stare.
"no. we were not. i haven't heard from her in a very long time. it could've been months ago. perhaps even a year. the only hope i cling onto is that she is still alive. i can feel it, through the force."
"i am aware of your friendship with her," master windu let out a weary sigh, "she was a good friend of mine. there was a time in which i thought about taking in her in as my own padawan during her younger years. i see her as one of -- my deepest apologies for the sudden question. i will leave you two to go about your day. may the force be with you."
"may the force be with you." their response was in unison, seraphine's voice significantly softer than obi-wan's. in the light, obi-wan swore he could see the glitter in her eyes.
the threat of a tear.
"you're not supposed to cry on a day like this," obi-wan's words were soft, in a vain attempt to uplift her spirits, "i have an idea. i was going to give you a proposal of this said idea until master windu kindly interrupted us."
her lower lip twitched, curving into a meek smile, "and what is your grand idea, obi-wan kenobi?"her lower lip twitched, curving into a meek smile, "and what is your grand idea, obi-wan kenobi?"her lower lip twitched, curving into a meek smile, "and what is your grand idea, obi-wan kenobi?"
his hand fluttered, hovering a bit close to hers. should he? no. he shouldn't. not here. not now.
"we should go to dex's diner. i'm sure he would love to see us. who knows, you may get a free slice of cake. it is your day of birth--"
"you know how i am about today," her voice was eerily quiet, "it's nothing special. there's no need to celebrate."
"no," obi-wan's jaw clenched, "we're going to celebrate, seraphine. we're going to celebrate you. today is your day. your special day."
he could see it plain as day in her eyes. her inner turmoil. part of her was begging to stand her ground, to argue that she was a nobody. that today was just like any other ordinary day. however, the other part was intrigued, eager to go along with this "plan."
"i will say it is hard to argue with you," seraphine's eyes squeezed shut, a hand connecting with his forearm. obi-wan stiffened at the sudden gesture, recoiling in his robes.
"but i wouldn't be able to say no if i was offered a slice of cake. i'm sure dex would also be more than eager to fill my plate with extra portions. is anyone else coming with or is it just going to be us?"
"for once," his mind buzzed, scrambling to decide if he needed to drag anakin along or if he could lock him in his quarters for the rest of the night.
after all, this was anakin's eighteenth fuck-up of the week.
no.
there was this yearning burning through him, filling him to the brim.
he longed to spend just a few hours with seraphine, not under the watchful eyes of other jedi. and if his pain in the ass wasn't there to potentially create chaos, then that would be even better.
perhaps he could do with one less grey hair tonight.
"it's going to be the two of us. no one else."
seraphine's brow arched, her smile broadening into a dazzling grin, "hmm, is this a date?"
"a d-date?" obi-wan nearly choked on his own spit, "uh -- would you like it to be?"
he could sense her own embarrassment as she clamped down on her tongue, "um -- maybe we could just go."
"another grand idea," obi-wan coughed, "we could go to a few clubs. grab some drinks--"
"it's settled. we're going to dex's."
after all, there was no arguing with her.
especially when they were going to be celebrating her.
or at least, he was.
seraphine kharis was a woman to be celebrated. stars, obi-wan could celebrate her every day if he could. there were just so many reasons to. at least, to him.
the rest of the day dragged. hours seemed to pass dreadfully and painfully slow, as obi-wan had to lecture anakin that fists were not proper conflict resolution. there was also the battle of whether anakin got to come along or not. according to the padawan, his company was essential in order to "keep his master from committing acts that should not be conducted in a public diner."
maker, that child was a headache.
and boy, did obi-wan's temple ache as he trudged his way down the corridor, pausing briefly at the beige door of seraphine's quarters. his knock was light, barely tapping against the surface.
yet, there was she was, running a comb through her locks as she welcomed him in, "oh, you're earlier than i thought. anakin didn't put up much of a fight, did he?"
as obi-wan stepped into the room, a jingle in the pocket of his trousers piqued seraphine's interest, "that wasn't your lightsaber."
shit. she wasn't supposed to hear.
not now.
in a quaint cream colored box, sat three charms. pieces to add to any jewelry of her desire. she could even braid them to the hilt of her lightsaber if she wanted.
"it's --" there was no use. whatever lie that would slip off his tongue, she wouldn't believe. she could see right through him.
she always could, with such ease and grace.
and gods, did he love her for that.
"let me see," seraphine crossed over to him, only urging him to reveal the gift in his pocket.
"i know you said not to get you anything," he began, fingers wrapping around the box, "i was wandering the markets one day, and i noticed a vendor that was right up your alley."
"obi-wan," his name was nearly breathless as he slipped the box in her hands, "you really didn't have to."
"please," he murmured, "open it."
there was no hesitation, fingers swiftly opening the tiny package. one by one, she pulled the charms out, wonder filling her gaze.
one was a crescent moon, glittering a clear hue, almost iridescent. seraphine loved the night, always begging him to join her in stargazing or watching the phases of the moons shift. he adored those moments with her, as he found himself recalling the fond memories quite frequently.
the other was a simple bead, one reminiscent of her home world. it was carved into the shape of one of her tattoos, the crystal a navy color, almost like the sky at midnight.
it was an homage to the only way of life she had ever known before she joined the order. a reminder of the lore, culture, and other pieces that made seraphine.. seraphine. that molded her into the beautiful woman obi-wan had grown to cherish.
the final charm was a star, a bright and fiery crimson. gods, did she always shine so brilliantly whenever she walked into a room, always catching his eye. and she was sure fiery, banter flying hot off her tongue. she could stand her ground, and obi-wan was well aware of that.
"they're beautiful," seraphine's words were broken, tears beginning to spill down her cheeks, "oh obi-wan, you didn't have to--"
"i wanted to." his hands wrapped around her wrists, "i wanted to express my affection and gratitude. without you, my life would be empty. seraphine kharis, you are meant to be celebrated. not only today, but every day after. i can promise you that."
a giggle bubbled up in her throat, "you can be quite the sap, obi-wan kenobi."
"on rare occasions," he found himself chuckling, "now, would you care to join me in celebrating you at dex's diner?"
there was a shine in her eyes that obi-wan had never seen before. it was gorgeous, warm and bursting with joy. it gave her this brilliance, this dazzling beauty.
"yes, obi-wan. i will join you."
in that moment, obi-wan's heart spiraled, this cozy sensation seeping into his chest as she quickly placed the charms on her bedside table. she nearly tripped over her covers as she returned to his side, linking her elbow with his, resting her head on his shoulder for a brief second.
"thank you, obi-wan kenobi. this has been the best day."
oh, how she was so completely unaware of the immense love he felt in that moment.
"seraphine kharis, it's my promise to you that i will make this day so special for you. now, and in the many years to come. no matter where we stand, or who we are with. i will make that promise."
this is, quite literally, the best birthday present i’ve ever gotten. hands down.
your writing is an absolute gem and gift and reading you bring seraphine and obi to life again (in such a CUTE WAY OHMYGOD my heart can’r handle it) makes me so so incredibly happy
I HAVE MANY THOTS AND FAVORITE PARTS TO THIS BUT IT’S LITERALLY ALMOST 4AM AM AND I HAVE WORK SO YALL WILL HEAR ALL OF THEM LATER ON TODAY
but for now thank u sm kenna 🥺 i luv u too the moon and back <3
