mace you with

So I went to church today and in the Catholic setting there’s this rite of sprinkling water or whatnot and it’s basically when the priest(s) get a small bucket of holy water and splish you with it with a holy… mace… thing… anyway you get a couple of drops on your head and that’s it. Well the entire time people were flinching and so he gets back to the altar after alls said and done and he’s like, “Guys, it’s just holy water. If it burns, come see me after mass.”

listen I love those ‘imagine Padmé giving birth during the Clone Wars aus’ but instead of the Jedi Council just being okay with it for no real logical reason other than 'we need general Skywalker because he’s the chosen one’ please imagine Padmé and Anakin still trying to keep their relationship a secret even when it starts getting ridiculous.

Obi-Wan: Anakin why do Senator Amidala’s children look like you?
Anakin: The Force is my father so maybe it bullshitted them some genes too.

Mace: Anakin why did you move into Senator Amidala’s home?
Anakin: What? She needed help raising the twins. I’m just being helpful.

Rex: Umm General Skywalker? Why is there a baby strapped to your chest?
Anakin: Luke is sick and Senator Amidala didn’t want Leia to catch it. I’m babysitting.

Ahsoka: Master, we’re on a mission. Why are we stopping to buy toys for the Senator’s children?
Anakin: Listen Ahsoka, Luke and Leia will love this.

Everyone who knows Anakin and Padmé: Look Anakin, we know you’re the father.
Anakin: *snuggled up to Padmé and they both have a sleeping baby in their arms* I have no idea what you’re talking about.


au where Anakin is Mace Windu’s padawan

Anakin bit his lip, afraid to ask, but needing to know. “Master? Why didn’t you want me to be a Jedi?”

Mace gave the boy, his student for nearly a year, a measured look. “I was afraid.”

“Of me?” Anakin’s voice trembled despite his best efforts. Master Windu wasn’t afraid of anything. “What’s wrong with me?”

Mace shook his head. “You reminded me of someone I didn’t want to remember.”

Anakin looked at the floor, his shoulders tight with anger, fear, shame, and his determination not to show them. “A Sith,” he guessed.

Mace placed a hand on his wayward padawan’s shoulder. “Myself,” he explained. “Before I learned to trust the Force.”

Anakin raised wide eyes to his master’s, flashing with a hundred questions, but he could articulate none. Mace pat his shoulder, once, and let go.

“You will be a Jedi. I promise.”

  • House Bolton: Betray the Starks, kill their men and leaders after swearing fealty the the House responsible for the death of their family member, take their castle.
  • Sansa&Jon: Fight to get their home back, have to kill a lot of men to do it, Jon beats Ramsey’s face bloody and Sansa feeds him to his own dogs.
  • People: That’s great, the Bolton got what they deserve, the Starks have been through too much!
  • House Tarly: Betray the Tyrell, kill their men and their leader after swearing fealty to the House that killed all their family members, take their castle.
  • Daenerys: Take her army and dragon to avenge her fallen allies and take back the resources stolen from the Reach to feed her armies. Offers the Tarly a chance to bend the knee which they refuse and openly insult her when Tyrion offers to send them to the wall by saying she's not their queen and has no right to do so. She burns them after that.
  • Same people except they don't like Dany: That girl is a tyrant, she's the next mad queen, just like her father, the North should never ally with her!!!

Master Windu trying to convince Obi-Wan that it’s time to leave his vigil beside Qui-Gon’s pyre (with bonus sleepy Anakin cuddling up to Master Billaba).

(An anon asked for art showing the friendship between Obi-Wan Kenobi and Mace Windu, and….  Well, while I think they’re fond of each other, in their way, the vibe I get is more that Obi-Wan regards Master Windu rather like that former professor that you can’t ever quite call by their first name, even when you’re technically colleagues.)

anonymous asked:

#Losttoddler was SO CUTE! Can we have some other characters interacting with baby Obi? Maybe Dooku is with Qui-Gon the next time he stumbles upon Obi and they get introduced?

“You’re not meant to be here, are you lost?”

Looking up, Obi-Wan blinked at the tall stranger with wide eyes before nodding as the man knelt down to be proper in view for the young Initiate, the mans thin lips forming a small smile as he offered a dark hand to him. “Uhu, I don’t think I’m suppose to be here.” Obi-Wan confessed before glancing around the big shelves with dusty scrolls all over and accepting the warm hand of the bald man.

Chuckling a bit, the man pulled him away from the shelve and stood, lifting Obi-Wan up on his hip. “No, I agree since you’re usually suppose to get in here via a pass from Madam Nu. Now, who are you? And how in the Force did you get in here.” The man questioned while moving out of the labyrinth of shelves.

“I’m Obi-Wan, I get lost a lot.” The toddler confessed while holding onto the tunics of the knight. “And the door was open when I got here.”

Humming a bit, the knight nodded. “I see. I guess I have to tell Madam Nu someone forgot to close after themselves…” The man murmured dryly.

“Someones in trooooouble.” Obi-Wan giggled at the tone, feeling at ease. So far everyone he meet when he got lost had been kind to him and the Force told him that this one was the same.

Smiling down at the Initiate, the man nodded. “Indeed they are. Most likely their privileges will be revoked for a few weeks. I’m Knight Windu.”

Scrunching up his nose, Obi-Wan tried out the name. “Knight Wimble?”

Snorting, the knight glanced about. “I guess you can call me Knight Mace.” He chuckled while moving towards the doors.

“Mace.” Obi-Wan beamed while holding onto the tabards of the man. “…Is your head naturally bald?” He blinked up at the others shiny head.

“No. I shave it, see how shiny my head is?” Mace hummed, smirking a bit when Obi-Wan nodded as he quickly swiped his permission card so they could step through the door. “Well, that’s because I shave my head instead of losing my hair naturally.” He looked about and closed the door firmly behind him. “Now, where is your clan?”

Obi-Wan looked about then shrugged. “Dunno. Master Dolan said we’d be allowed to pick one book to borrow and read, I wanted one on Naboo cats.” He wiggled his feet a bit and peeked down before beaming at Mace. “You’re tall. I feel tall too now.”

Stifling a grin at the missing front toothed smile, Mace raised a brow. “I see…do you want to be taller?” He outright grinned when he received an enthusiastic nod from Obi-Wan. “Alright, hold on…” He shifted Obi-Wan a bit, snorting when the other gave a gleeful squeak when Mace lifted him with the Force up on his shoulders. “Alright, hold on then Obi-Wan.” The other chuckled more as he took a good hold of the others legs and headed for the counters.

He imagined the data console might tell him exactly which shelves master Dolan and the Initiates clan were.

And honestly?

This Initiate wasn’t as bad as most of the kids Mace encountered, arms resting on Mace head while chatting to him about the felines he knew about, useful information too if the knight encountered a Felessian tiger ever.

i dreamed a TCW AU where Boba Fett was Force-sensitive and, instead of prison, his punishment for trying to kill Mace was having Mace as his Master.

no details, because it was pretty incoherent, but i do recall Boba was still trying to kill Mace in increasingly creative ways and Mace just let it go on because he thought it was good training.

anonymous asked:

Deaged Obi-Wan is pretty dedicated to the peacekeeping ways. He singlehandedly stops the war by negotiating between the Republic and the Separatists. Palpatine is silently FUMING.

He wanted to grab them by the necks and shake them awake.

This was a nightmare and it didn’t make sense in any way shape or form, not to him. He’d already been called naive by Mace Windu with a few agreeing nods around the chamber. That Obi-Wan didn’t understand the situation that the Jedi had been forced into and that they had a duty to the Republic.

Obi-Wan remembered his master standing in this very chamber, the fading sun peeking in through the windows as he faced the Council with a calm and serene expression as he defined them.

Time and time again.

Obi-Wan wasn’t sure what kind of person he had become to go along with this-this madness, but he wasn’t Master Kenobi, he was padawan Kenobi who’s master was dead and not there to defy the council anymore.

So that left Obi-Wan to take the role.

When nine agree, its up to the tenth to disagree.

His legs were shaking but he locked his knees and stepped forward, looking square at Mace Windu, with chin tilted up and spine straight.

He never saw Anakin’s eyes widen behind him or the way his jaw dropped in surprise, his entire was focus was on the members of the council as he spoke clearly. “I must congratulate the Order on its new functionality then, I do hope being war lords will endear us to the rest of the galaxy.” He spoke almost mildly, unknowing of mimicking his older self silver tongue.

“You should hold your tongue padawan Kenobi.” Windu offered darkly in the light of his words and tone.

“Words that holds on ground should not hurt.” Obi-Wan took another step forward. “If my words hits a target then perhaps the Jedi Council should reconsider where they stand in this farce of a war.”

“I don’t know what you hope to achieve with this padawan Kenobi. But you are in no position to question the council.”

“Perhaps I am exactly in a position to question it. I come from an era of Jedi that have not been embroiled in the Senate and its politic. Master would never have agreed to this, he would have walked away from the Order.”

“So sure are you hmm?” Obi-Wan looked at Yoda.

“Yes.” He said while firmly meting his eyes and it was Yoda who looked away first.


There were whispers all over the temple, it reached out to to every Jedi in the field, every padawan, knight, master and core member. It spread from the Jedi to the clones, from the clones to the common people and from the common to the Senate and from there to the CIS.

The Negotiator himself had been turned into his younger self.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, nineteen years old, was not impressed by the war.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, padawan of the Order was not to be messed with.

Obi-Wan Kenobi had made Master Yoda look away.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was not a serene Jedi master but a passionate Jedi Padawan.

“Aaaaaaah!” Obi-Wan feinted to the left before attacking on the right, the sparring droid barely able to keep up with him as he moved, his heart on his sleeve as he did, his emotions leaking into the Force around him in a maelstrom of confusion, struggling serenity and a shocking amount of clarity.

The Jedi Order was walking a path of destruction. The Jedi council was letting the Senate send them to war.  The Republic was giving the Supreme Chancellor as close as ultimate power with every day that continued to pass with war.

Executive orders.

Obi-Wan dropped low and then bounced over the droids head, targeting its back as sweat dripped down his forehead.

Clones dying on battlefields, created only to die on the orders of the Senate. Yet no one questioned what would happen to them once the war ended.

Almost as if it didn’t matter.

As if some power wanted an army to remain even after the war with the CSI.

Obi-Wan froze and barely dodged in time.

‘Not someone. This Sith Lord Anakin keeps talking about. This unknown master…’ Pulling the threads like a spider spins its web. But the implication of that meant that they were involved in the Senate, because it was the Senate pushing the Jedi to be General’s.

‘We grow less and less as Jedi die in this war. When the final assault comes…how many Jedi would be left to defend the Temple, the Order…the YOUNGLINGS!?’  

Obi-Wan slammed into the droid at that thought.

If he suddenly turned back to his adult self…he needed to write this down. He needed his adult self to follow his line of thought.


Force it was so strange to think of himself as a different entity that needed to be convinced.

But there was no other option.

His master had left him a legacy, a legacy of rebellion and of connecting dots and defending those who needed them. His master was not there to protect that legacy and Obi-Wan had clearly forgotten the lessons of rebellion that he once used against his very own master.

So it was up to Obi-Wan.

The eyes of the future was on them, the history that would be told about them was being made now and Obi-Wan did not want it to be said about the Jedi Order that they were created, they became compliant, they fought and they DIED.


first official Critical Role art, here we go!

if you aren’t following my personal blog, you probably don’t know that I’ve been mildly obsessing over watching this show since may 2016 (and have been “almost caught up” since like december, but they keep airing new episodes). it just took me this long to post art of it because headcanons are hard, man :0 these are still subject to change, and I may have forgotten some canon details, but it felt good to be able to do some art again!


Yoda: We’ve gone full asshole and I don’t like it.

Mace: We’ve gone full asshole and I’m not comfortable with it but I sincerely believe this is our best option.

Obi-Wan: We’ve gone full asshole and I feel pretty great about it. It’s the part of the plan I’m most proud of. What could go wrong?

anonymous asked:

What if something palpatine does scares the hell out of obiwan? As in it hits obiwan that an old man lavishing attention, praise, and gifts onto a young troubled teen and wanting to be alone with him so often is a huge red flag.

“…Anakin…where did you get this?” Obi-Wan questioned, blinking down at the shiny and brand new pod piece in his hand that he had stumbled upon.

He knew that Anakin couldn’t but it, not this brand, not this new, there just wasn’t enough money between everything else he bought in.

“I…it was a gift?” The blond looked guiltily up at him.

Guilty for what?

For not telling Obi-Wan about it, for accepting the gift or for now having to tattle if he promised not to tell anyone about the gift?

“From…who?” Obi-Wan asked carefully, aware that his padawans shoulders were tense. He was ready to do his version of evasion and bolting.

It sent Obi-Wan’s heart into his throat and he put on a worried smile for his padawan before kneeling down on the floor beside the other. “You’re not in trouble Anakin, its just…” He held up the pod piece. “This is new, expensive and technically speaking you shouldn’t have it because you couldn’t afford it. Force, I couldn’t afford it, not with how brand new it is. I’m just…curious…no make that worried about how you got it.” He added softly.

Anakin gnawed on his lower lip, watching Obi-Wan before his shoulders untensed, the twelve year old giving him his full attention.

“The Chancellor gave it to me. He said it was a gift.”

“I see.” Obi-Wan looked back at the pod piece.

“…Are you angry?” Anakin fiddled with the droid part in his hands, a small piece to be used on a mouse droid.

“No, I’m worried.” Obi-Wan smiled at Anakin.

But honestly he was terrified.

The Chancellor had given Anakin an expensive pod piece, state of the art, hardly on the market and very hard to get a hold of even for professional pod racers.

“Anakin…what else has the Chancellor given you?”



He says it before he can as much as think, a knee jerk reaction coming from the dept of him as his entire being screams out in rejection.

His instant refusal takes the Council by surprise and Obi-Wan can’t find a hoot inside himself to care as he slides his hands into his robe sleeves and watches them in return as they watch him. Beside him Anakin looks up in surprise, a tiny frown starting at his brows as he watches Obi-Wan too.

“No? I’m not sure I understand Knight Kenobi, the Chancellor has requested your padawan specifically.” Mace leaned forward, eyebrows raised.

“And I’m sure the Chancellor will have more pleasure out of the company of an adult who is legal to enter a bar. Considering he’s already taken my padawan to one, I’m reluctant to allow him more time with Anakin.”

Mace sat back even as several Councilors leaned forward. “What? A-”

“A bar, with strippers.” Obi-Wan pinched his lips together, the only sign of his utter displeasure. “Anakin, please tell them.” He looked at his very young padawan and softened at the look of discomfort on the others face. “You are not in trouble Anakin.” He promised softly.

“No. You are not.” Agreed Plo, watching Anakin through the unblinking optics of his mask. “Please, tell us padawan.”

Anakin shuffled a bit, looking back up at his master before speaking up.


“I’m sorry Chancellor, you are not allowed to request any Jedi that are minors by the standards of Republic law.” Windu’s face was set in marble. “If you wish to request someone else then you are free to do so, but padawan Skywalker, nor anyone under the age of eighteen, will not accompany you without the supervision of their masters.”

Sheev put on a disappointed face. “I see, that is most unfortunate. I had enjoyed our conversation.”

Windu’s brow twitched. “You’ve…enjoyed conversation with a twelve year old padawan…” He let the statement hang.

“He’s very mature for his age.”

Sheev was digging his own grave, he could tell by the slow look of alarm that was crossing the Jedi’s face and he was mentally cursing his slipping grip on the Chosen one.

“I see. Please request a different Jedi…a adult. Goodbye Chancellor.” The Master of the order hung up and Sheev gave a low curse.

Blasted, what had changed!?

Normal Horoscope

Aries: The stars say to drink lots of water but they pronounced it kinda weird.

Taurus: Tomorrow will be like a tractor, methodical and full of gears.

Gemini: A bit of soul got knocked off today and its rattling around in your stomach.

Cancer: Keep a sharp eye out. That way it can be drawn and sheathed quickly.

Leo: Take advantage of your opportunity. Its not often one gets to physically punch sadness.

Virgo: Preserve the chaos of the universe and present a scorned lover with a live chicken.

Libra: Don’t worry so much. If all else fails you can sell dirt as medicine to white people.

Scorpio: When signing up for classes next semester, avoid the teacher who uses a boa constrictor as a whip.

Saggatarius: Find order in your life by replacing all recepticles in your home with identical shoeboxes.

Capricorn: Make some money in your spare time by dreaming for other people.

Aquarius: The best history teachers carry ornamental maces. You are that teacher.

Picses: A trenchcoat seems too hot. It’s only raining ash.

  • Mace Windu: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad, I just wanna know.
  • Barris: ...I did. I broke it.
  • Mace Windu: No. No you didn’t. Skywalker?
  • Anakin: Don’t look at me. Look at Obi-Wan.
  • Obi-Wan: What? I didn’t break it.
  • Anakin: Oh that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
  • Obi Wan: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken.
  • Anakin: Suspicious.
  • Obi Wan: No it’s not!
  • Luminara: If it matters, probably not, but Padawan Tano was the last one to use it.
  • Ahsoka: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
  • Luminara: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Ahsoka: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles, everyone knows that, Master!
  • Barris: Okay, let’s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Master.
  • Mace Windu: No. Who broke it?
  • Obi Wan: Master...Plo Koon’s been awfully quiet.
  • Plo Koon: REALLY?!
  • [Everyone starts arguing]
  • Mace Windu [later]: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict 10 minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.