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(re: this post about the Japanese/English dictionary)

mochibuni said: HAS BEEN HERE


This is how Vader defines the eras of his life.


Anyone asks Vader, so, hey, at what point did you get that upgrade to that thing on your suit? and Vader has to translate from “Obi-Wan Was Here Year 18″ to “2BBY”.

“What year did the Death Star blow up again in?”  Vader mentally translates from Year Obi-Wan Is Here to 0BBY again.

ithiliel-the-french-tolkiendil  asked:

Okay, so how about this : Dooku never fully turned, though he IS a Sith and uses the Dark Side, and he actually tries to protect Obi-Wan as much as possible during the Clone Wars without anybody being aware of it (especially not Obi). He does it because of his affection for Qui-Gon, and also because he and Obi-Wan actually have much in common and he has come to genuinely care for the younger man.

His Grandpadawan was foolish and reckless when his former Padawan was concerned. It was a trait he had undoubtedly inherited from his Master and also given to his own apprentice. Yan Dooku could only shake his head at the foolish youth, rushing ahead in battle, undoubtedly trying to protect his clones and Skywalker as well.

Yan never really cared about Skywalker. In his eyes, the boy was a disobedient, loud and arrogant child. He reminded the Sith Lord very much of Sidious, but that was another matter altogether.

Yan sighed mentally and motioned for the droid Commander to change formation. To an outsider, it would look like a strategic mistake, but Yan knew better. If it costs a thousand mindless battle droids to keep his Grandpadawan alive, then he would gladly sacrifice them. They weren’t of much worth and value anyway. But even if they were, they could never be as valuable as his Grandpadawan, who proudly led his clone army into battle.

Perhaps he is getting sentimental in his old age, or perhaps it is because the anniversary of Qui-Gon’s death is quickly approaching, but Yan allowed ANOTHER ‘mistake’ to occur that would leave the Seperatist’s base almost defenseless. He wouldn’t go through such drastic measures, hadn’t it been for his vision of his Grandpadawan’s death at this very day and on this very battlefield. The dark side user could not let that happen. He owed that much to Qui-Gon, his precious former Padawan, who had lit up his universe just by existing and being himself. That and in the few meetings he had had with Obi-Wan, Yan had come to like the ginger haired man. They had quite a few things in common, more than Yan and Qui-Gon ever had. Their etiquette and demeanor was identical, Obi-Wan certainly had the diplomatic skill that Yan had desperately tried to implant in Qui-Gon, but with not much success. Also, he knew that the Jedi was a very good player at Dejarik, due to his almost unrivaled strategic skills. He is less impulsive and reckless than Qui-Gon ever was and thank the Force that he did NOT inherit Qui-Gon’s terrible habit of bringing all kinds of strange and sometimes dangerous lifeforms back to the temple.

“Truly uncivilized,” mumbled the Sith Lord and it appeared as is he was referring to the battle that the Jedi and their troops were winning. In truth, his focus could not be farther away. What did he care if they won this day or not? His mission here was complete, Obi-Wan Kenobi would live to see another day and when blue-green eyes met his gold ones, then Yan simply turned around and walked towards his escape ship, proudly facing every punishment Sidious would seem fit to give him.



Do yourself a favor and watch this video. It will make your day better.

James Arnold Taylor provides another delightful Obi-Wan moment. A truer truth was never thruthed, Master Taylor… I mean Kenobi.

You should totally go follow JAT on YouTube. He’s always posting little gems.

anonymous asked:

If you're still expecting prompts for the Tumblr fics can you please continue the vampire Satine who bit obiwan? Especially after naboo and semi brainwashed obiwan with a scared and concerned anakin following after him?

Well, I wasn’t actually taking prompts, but since I was still filling the ones I had, I left it here, in case I had time to fill this one. Since I do (somehow), here it is!

 Warnings for Mind Control and general Vampire type things.

 Oh, the previous part is here.


Satine Kryze, Duchess of Mandalore waited as her chosen Duke landed his ship.  Of course, he didn’t know he was her chosen Duke, but he would learn quickly.

He had returned, just as she had ordered, and now he would become greater than he’d ever thought.

It took Obi-Wan Kenobi a few minutes to shut down the ship, but then he was walking down the ramp toward her.  Satine had been looking forward to this for so long, she almost missed the boy following Obi-Wan.

Almost, because she was still a duchess, after all.  She recovered and hid her shock.

“Obi-Wan!  It’s wonderful to see you!”

Obi-Wan managed a half smile.  “Satine.  Duchess, thank you for allowing us to land.  I wasn’t sure where to go, after…”

The boy reached up and slid his hand into Obi-Wan’s clearly trying to comfort him.

“What happened?  And… who is your companion?”

Obi-Wan smiled slightly.  “It’s a long story.  And this is Anakin Skywalker.  My… student, I suppose, is the best term.”

Satine nodded at Anakin.  This was a complication she hadn’t been expecting, but she could work with it.


A week passed, in which Obi-Wan and Anakin settled into the palace, and Satine learned the full story of how Obi-Wan was knighted and Anakin came into his care.  And in that time, Satine hadn’t seen much of either of them when they weren’t together, so when she came across Anakin studying a mural, she knew it was a perfect chance to see if the boy had noticed anything odd.

“Hello, Anakin,” Satine said as she gestured him over.

“Oh, uh… hello, my lady,” Anakin stammered.  Apparently, she’d surprised him.

She dismissed her guards and gently guided him to a nearby bench. “I’m glad to see you, Anakin.  I wanted to ask you how you were doing.”

“Um… I’m fine,” Anakin said.  “It’s Obi-Wan who’s not doing so good.”

Satine tilted her head.  “What do you mean?”

“Well, uh, after Master Qui-Gon died, he just seemed… so sad, you know?  And then he was knighted, and then the Council refused to let him train me and were going to send me away.  So Obi-Wan told Padmé we had to leave, and we came here.  But… he was weird.  It was like he wouldn’t even consider another place, once he was knighted.  Before, he was talking about a lot of places we could go if the Council said no, but…”

Satine chuckled briefly.  “I see,” she said.  “Well, he decided where to go, obviously.  Nothing major.”

Anakin shook his head.  “No, he was… it was like he couldn’t think of anywhere else, like he didn’t even hear any suggestions.”  The boy bit his lip.  “I don’t know what’s wrong with him!”

Satine gently placed her arm around him.  “He’s grieving, still, Anakin.”  She held him in place and leaned down.  He struggled for a moment, then the struggles faded as she bit him.  Gently, of course, he was only a child.

“And Anakin, there was nothing strange about his actions. Do you understand?”

Anakin nodded, eyes glazed over. 

“You know, we’re going to be family soon, and I think you’ll like that.”

Anakin nodded.

“Forget your worries, Anakin.  You are both safe here, and when you are grown, you’ll understand completely.  Now, you’re going to fall asleep on the bench, and forget our conversation.  Once I leave, you’ll sleep for about twenty minutes, unless someone wakes you up.”

She stood up and gently settled him with his head on a pillow.

Anakin was a sweet child, and observant.  She couldn’t make him into one of her people yet, he was too young.  But until he was old enough, she could guide him.  And it was clear that Obi-Wan was fond of the boy already. 


Obi-Wan wasn’t sure what was going on.  He’d woken up to Satine leaning over him and staring at him. She wasn’t saying anything as she ran her hand through his hair.  “Obi-Wan,” she finally said, staring into his eyes.  “What would you say to becoming one of my people?”

“Your people?” he asked, feigning ignorance.  “I thought I already was considered to be one of your subjects.”

She narrowed her eyes at him.  “You know.”

Obi-Wan sat up and sighed.  “I’ve suspected that you’re not completely human,” he admitted.  “I haven’t figured out what near-human species you are, though.”

“We don’t have a name,” Satine said.  “Not outside of mythology.  But I have chosen you as my mate, and I would turn you.”

Obi-Wan nodded slowly.  “And what about Anakin?”

She smiled.  “He’ll be fine.  He’s too young, anyway.  We’ll give him the choice when he’s an adult.  But nothing we do will harm him.”

Obi-Wan nodded.  “Then yes, Satine.  I’ll marry you- or whatever it means to become your mate.  I love you.”

She smiled.  “It will only hurt for a moment,” she promised as she pushed him down.  He let her and met her eyes.  “I love you,” she said.

She leaned down and nuzzled his neck.  True to her word, the pain of her bite only lasted a moment, to be replaced by a fuzziness that felt somehow familiar.

He smiled as she kissed him, then held her wrist to his lips. “Drink, my Obi-Wan, and become far stronger than you would have been.”


I hope you liked it!  Yes, Satine is… well, not completely amoral, but she definitely doesn’t have the same morals we recognize. 

And… that’s it for now, folks! Barring another schedule change (Force, I hope not, I have to get this class done ASAP), will be busy pretty much from 24 hours from now- quite literally, my schedule change has me working nights for a couple of weeks- until mid August.  I’m not going to have much free time, and what free time I do have will be focused on this class and other Army things.  I’ll reopen prompts after I get a chance to recover from my class and the schedule outside of class.  See you all then!

Wrote a new chapter of my Dark Side of Obi-Wan book today. It’s epic AF, if I may say so myself. Super excited to share it with you soon. Celebrating like an adult, drinking wine out of my Han Solo glass. Cheers!

“This little one’s not worth the effort. Now let me get you something.” - Obi-Wan Kenobi

A little snippet/draft of upcoming events because I need to motivate myself into action - so close to getting somewhere. (Dooku is feeling *awfully* chatty tonight).


This…abomination held control of the Republic Senate. The banks. The trade federation. The takeover had been brilliantly planned, expertly executed - in no little due to Dooku’s machinations and his rise as the face of the CIS.

And these simple-minded fools cheered and clapped, lapping at the feet of the man who would eventually - no, who had already enslaved them to his whims, to his unrelenting search for power, for control…

For immortality.

Death had never frightened Yan Dooku. Perhaps it was his Jedi training, but he long ago had accepted the inevitable as part of the balance of the forces of nature.

But to die in servitude, with so much undone, with such taint upon the galaxy -

The elder man chanced a short glance to his left.

To die without leaving a legacy - now that was something he could not stomach.

The obsequious fawning had quieted and all now awaited the Chancellor’s speech.

“Be ready, Hardeen. The first part of our plan will soon come to action.”