Tonight on Aunty Fishy abuses the Ewan McGregor Google Search algorithm, here is a WIP of the three Obi-Wans in my fic Where Shall We Three Meet Again? They’re not done by any stretch of the imagination but you know, how could I not give Arulas his proper eye color? HOW CAN I RESIST SITH EYES? I AM NOT MADE OF STONE.
They are from left to right…
Canon! Obi-Wan Kenobi otherwise known as The Old Man or occasionally Ben Kenobi. Fem! Obi-Wan otherwise known as Little Sister. Sith! Obi-Wan otherwise known as Darth Arulas.
Sir-Not-Appearing-In-This-Picture-But-In-This-Fic is Anakin Skywalker, otherwise known as The Podracer and you can find a lovely portrait done by @writegowrite right HERE.
Also, please click to make it bigger so you can actually see details, if you want to? You don’t have to but I think it looks better that way. Also, I think Arulas has raided Count Dooku’s wardrobe. I may need to talk to him about that.
she asked me yesterday what i was doing for my birthday and i told her about how i was throwing a kids book themed arts and crafts party and how i was gonna get super drunk. i thought i made it pretty clear that i was doing it last night, but apparently i didn’t because she asked about it again today assuming it was tonight and when i told her it was last night, she turned around in her chair and dead ass seriously asked, and i quote, if i got shitface.
then about an hour before i left, she was just like, are you miserable? you look like you’re miserable. the entire day she kept asking me if i felt like shit lol. we also shared a box of thin mints. me being on my period was also brought up because she asked me how my birthday was so far and i told her i had really bad cramps and we started talking about periods.
“Hey, I like you. You’re funny. What’d you say your name was?” The boy was on the verge of getting a bit too intoxicated as he took another sip of his drink, but he had always been straightforward and blunt, anyways.