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.
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.
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.
That’s great, the Bolton got what they deserve, the Starks have been through too much!
Betray the Tyrell, kill their men and their leader after swearing fealty to the House that killed all their family members, take their castle.
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.)
#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
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
“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
Scrunching up his nose, Obi-Wan tried out the name. “Knight
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
“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
He imagined the data console might tell him exactly which shelves
master Dolan and the Initiates clan were.
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.
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
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
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
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.
Obi-Wan dropped low and then bounced
over the droids head, targeting its back as sweat dripped down his
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
‘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
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.
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!
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.
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?
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.
gave it to me. He said it was a gift.”
Obi-Wan looked back at the pod piece.
angry?” Anakin fiddled with the droid part in his hands, a small
piece to be used on a mouse droid.
worried.” Obi-Wan smiled at Anakin.
But honestly he
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
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.
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
“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
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.
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
twitched. “You’ve…enjoyed conversation with a twelve year old
padawan…” He let the statement hang.
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.
So. Who broke it? I’m not mad, I just wanna know.
...I did. I broke it.
No. No you didn’t. Skywalker?
Don’t look at me. Look at Obi-Wan.
What? I didn’t break it.
Oh that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken.
No it’s not!
If it matters, probably not, but Padawan Tano was the last one to use it.
Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles, everyone knows that, Master!
Okay, let’s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Master.
No. Who broke it?
Master...Plo Koon’s been awfully quiet.
[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.