How is Gledleig pronounced?
GleDliG or thereabout? It be easier to look it up on youtube or use the verbal thing on google translate honestly, I’m not good at these things without being infront of someone haha.
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Knight Moddy does not like Bo-Katan, does she?
No. Not at all, I personally can respect her because I know more about her character. If Knight Moddy however doesn’t and wouldn’t have all the information or measure of her character so if Knight Moddy was ever meet Bo-Katan, the only thing stopping her from punching her would be Jedi neutrality frankly.
I got issues with both kin killing (even if by association, the fuck she was involved with the Death Watch plans after all) and two, I got real issues with hypocripsy.
Hey, just wanted to add some of my theories why Obi usually is seen as to be protected in this fandom, the discussion is pretty interesting and I think we all stop and rethink about out views, it’s really constructive, so thank you firsthand for all the posts! (also, don’t agree with rude anon). I think as a fandom we like to prestige our fav characters and Obi has been through some horrible shit, he had to be very stoic to remain serene and not like- ahn, freak out. Because of that, we try to portrait him more realistically , which would be struggling with all that pain like a real person AND being cared by other in this awful situation. Also, maybe we just want to see him being taken care of.
There is also this yes
I absolutely do not agree with how your rude cody anon went about raising the topic, but I was wondering if you could explain why you think so many Codywan writers tend to headcannon the clones as taller than Obi-Wan? I’ve found that I’ve had to take myself out of the fandom recently because Obi-Wan is so often written as short and often in need of protection when I personally don’t view him that way. This isn’t me saying that others aren’t entitled to disagree, because of course they are, but I’m curious as to why there seems to be a consensus about it in the fandom? I hope this doesn’t come across as rude, I’m just genuinely curious!
You are NOT rude, so thank you.
So first of, I think a lot of people do write Obi-Wan as short due to him being surrounded by tall people for the most part. Everyone seems to be taller than him from Qui-Gon, Mace, Anakin, Shaak Ti, Plo Koon and even Ahsoka when she becomes an adult.
The only ones in general that seems to be smaller than him tends to be those from races where they don’t grow over a certain height or have more delicate builds to children with a few exceptions cause I believe Depa is shorter than him. So by the comparison of them, he is ‘short’, despite being a man of 5′9 or 5′10 depending on the source you cite.
Now, the whole other things… I think a lot of writer tends to be young and unfortunately I have to admit to this too when I was young in where we view one side as ‘woobie’ and wants them protected and its all to easy to fall into the mindset of that person being slighter and shorter and more delicate.
And sometimes people don’t grow out of that mindset unfortunately, so they continue with that writing to the point it becomes tedious for those that know different or want different.
For me personally, I just like angst and Obi-Wan is my favorite, so I fuck Obi-Wan up and therefore everyone around him and their mothers want to pamper him even as Obi-Wan insists he’s fine and sometimes gets annoyed with it lol. Even as I take a crowbar to his knees.
But yeah, I think that’s the unfortunate truth of some of it.
Some of it I also very unfortunately think comes from racism, after all, the colored person has to be big and brutish with the white guy being a waifu soft boy, how else is this relationship suppose to work. And that is my sarcasm, no piling on me for saying that.
Personally I just like having Obi-Wan kicking blankets around while everyone else throws blankets on him and tries to get him to take a damn nap.
So yeah, I think that’s the unfortunate truth, a mix of inexperiance and preconcived notions along with a large dose of racism.
Welcome to fandom, we’re all fucked.
MerSong- obi-wan and anakin have some alone time? thank you moddy ♥
Fluttering beside the other mer, Anakin couldn’t resist reaching out to run his fingertips along the others back, smiling when all Obi-Wan did was shiver slightly at his touch and give him an amused glance in turn.
It also made Anakin grimace a bit, now that he had Obi-Wan’s attention. “I’m sorry about being set to work like this.” He stated mournfully.
Jango, the unmerciful bastard he was, had set both Anakin and Obi-Wan to work the next day, sending both mers to work on the kelp beds to gather what was grown enough and to ensure the rest was growing as intended and also send any vermin away.
Well, not unmerciful, it was Jango’s duty as head of their pod to ensure the entire pod was both safe and feed properly.
From the hunting parties to the searchers to the growers, everyone circling through the tasks… well, everyone but Echo, Echo’s duties was kept to growing and searching due to how damaged his tail was and if Anakin could get his hands on the humans that harmed him…
“I don’t mind. Jango was kind enough to send us together, so at least we get some alone time.” Obi-Wan stated warmly, flickering his tail over Anakin’s flukes, the motion ghostly light.
Perking up, Anakin looked back to the cave, noting how far away it was.
One of the others could of course see them, the others had good eyesight but among the kelp, he and Obi-Wan could get some privacy time and he was right, they were technically alone, able to speak intimately.
Taking advantage of that, Anakin swam closer to his mate to be, nosing right up against him as Obi-Wan showed no sign of being coy and swimming away. “Do you want pups?” He questioned quietly, catching the omega to hold him close. “We never talked about it, I won’t force you to carry any but… if you’re interested?” He peered hopefully at Obi-Wan.
And relaxed when Obi-Wan flickered his tail to gently wrap around Anakin’s, their tails flexible enough for an easy hold as he smiled at Anakin. “I do. I want as many pups as my body can handle. Though I’m not as young as you.” He stated at tad shyly.
Huffing, Anakin leaned in and nuzzled at Obi-Wan’s collarbone and neck, sniffing lightly. “Don’t care. Any pups you give me is enough for me. And you smell so ripe and ready, fertile as only an omega in their prime can be.” He whispered, his voice dropping to a deeper pitch.
Ocean sands, Obi-Wan smelled so good.
Anakin would have to find a good place for their bonding and mating, a good place away from the others.
Right now they were friendly but when Obi-Wan went into heat, it be a fight for potential mating rights.
And none of Anakin’s and soon to be Obi-Wan’s podmates were actually interested in Obi-Wan that way, much to Anakin’s relief.
Rex and Cody had found a friend and equal in hunting. Echo and Fives had found someone they could talk with and share comfort, Jango and old friend and Boba?
Boba had found someone that was happy to spoil him, cuddle him like the youngest he was.
And with Obi-Wan, Boba didn’t seem to mind being coddled just a bit.
But when Obi-Wan’s heat scent released, the situation would be different.
The scent would draw on ancient instincts, instincts all mers had and Anakin would rather not fight his friends and found family if he could help it if their instincts proved to be too overpowering initially.
Anakin would find a good cave for them, fill it with food for them and keep Obi-Wan happy and breed, bond him to Anakin. “I’ll treat you well, fill you up with pups, as many as you want.” Anakin promised, purring against Obi-Wan’s neck and chirping when Obi-Wan gave a delighted little shudder when Anakin’s hand ran over his stomach and down his scales, feeling the patch of scales hotter than the rest where Obi-Wan’s breeding opening and cock was hidden.
Female omegas didn’t have that organ but Anakin knew, from touching his own, that it could be a lot of fun and wondered how Obi-Wan would react to it being touched, wondering if Obi-Wan would get a knot or if that was simply an alpha feature.
He had never mated with anyone else, Anakin not having any interest for teenage fumbles as he knew the others sometimes had with bypassing alphas or omegas, so he was relatively experienced in this area.
He couldn’t wait to explore Obi-Wan when his heat hit.
#knittinglove: Obi makes Ani his socks and Ani makes his brother something special too!
Glancing over to the other man sitting under the window, Obi-Wan frowned quietly to himself as he paused his knitting for Cody in his lap.
Lately, Anakin had been withdrawn, ever since former Chancellor Palpatine had been found dead in his office.
Apparently the man had suffered a seizure of some kind and had fallen, hitting his head on the arm of a statue in his office, a rather ghastly one if you asked Obi-Wan, since it depicted a man in the throws of what looked like intense fear.
The fall onto such a statue however, marble as it was, had cracked the man’s skull, causing swelling and slowly, without anyone coming into the office as Palpatine had requested some quiet time for a meal, the man had died due to the swelling of his brain.
There had been several emergency Senate meetings due to the crisis of the Republic not having any Chancellor at the moment, some lasting hours upon hours, Padme dealing with it and her pregnancy bump.
The stress was getting to her clearly along with her hormones as she had snapped at Anakin.
That and the death of his friend had Anakin sulking, though Obi-Wan knew her and Anakin would speak soon.
This was simply the stress at the moment, Padme truly loved Anakin.
Setting aside his knitting, Obi-Wan stood and made his way to their meditation mats, gently resting his hand on Anakin’s shoulder. He knew there was no way Anakin would be able to meditate, not even the moving meditation the other preferred using.
The blond instantly looked up, a droid head in his lap and a multitool held limply in his mech hand as he peered up with soulful, blue eyes. “Obi?” He mumbled.
Normally when he was busy with his own things, Obi-Wan would let Ahsoka distract Anakin when he was in such a snit, taking Anakin dueling under the guise of teaching. But Ahsoka was with Barris at the moment and Obi-Wan loathed the idea of taking her time away with her friend when they were both on Coruscant.
So he instead put his knitting aside. “I’m sure Padme will call soon,” Anakin flinched at the kind words, Obi-Wan hitting the nail on the head. “She’s simply stressed, these additional emergency sessions to elect a new Chancellor along with her pregnancy is doing her no favor. Her poor ankles and back must be killing her.” Obi-Wan carefully stated, rubbing his thumb into the hard muscle of the shoulder.
Anakin stared at him before slumping, nodding shakily. “I know… I know, I just… I want my wife.” He whispered, giving a sad little whine as he stared down at the droid head.
Humming faintly, Obi-Wan knelt down before reaching out to summon his recently finished knitwear.
He noticed Anakin looking at him once more, feeling the shift in the Force and Obi-Wan had to fight not to smile when the blond perked up, Anakin seeing the socks being summoned.
Chuckling, Obi-Wan held them out to the other. “I intended them for your birthday but since its closing in on the cold days, you can have them now.” He murmured, Anakin giving him a knowing look even as he accepted the baby blue socks made with the yarn Anakin had picked.
Anakin fully well knew this was Obi-Wan’s attempt to cheer him.
But he accepted them still, smiling at the socks.
Then he hesitated, peering at Obi-Wan, anxiety and hope in his eyes as he bit at his bottom lip.
The look had Obi-Wan tilting his head curiously, asking without words what the other was thinking of.
“…Would you be one of the twins godparent?” Anakin whispered, holding tightly onto the socks as Obi-Wan’s face turned shocked. “Padme and I talked about it, when we learned we were having twins and we agreed that you would be a great godparent for one of them and I… I had a speech prepared on how to ask bu-” He froze as Obi-Wan threw his arms around the other man, hugging him tightly.
“…I would be honored Anakin, deeply and truly honored and I very much accept.” Obi-Wan whispered, feeling lightheaded and overwhelmed with joy as Anakin hugged him just as tightly in return.
Anakin breathed out a shaky laugh and nuzzled lightly at Obi-Wan’s hair, both brothers feeling warm and loved.
I am intrigued by the concept of lifeinmusic. I was reading the theory about how it’s easier to channel the Force with a violin than on a harmonica since it’s harder with the lungs, and I was wondering if Obi eventually learns how to channel it with his voice? It would be easier then bringing around a violin everywhere he goes. BTW your grandpa Dooku is delightful. Skeevy Sheevy and Plagueis better keep their filthy hands on Obi. Will baby Ani make an appearance earlier then in canon? I hope so!
Letting out a tiny noise of despair, Obi-Wan pressed his face into Qui-Gon’s tunic, the older Jedi soothingly rubbing the boy’s back even as he sent a guilty looking Yan a glare over the boy’s head. “Come now Obi-Wan, the dentist isn’t that bad.” Qui-Gon murmured reassuringly.
Obi-Wan let out a muffled wail against his chest before wincing and digging his hands into Qui-Gon’s chest, the boy smasming a bit with suppressed pain.
Due to his grandmaster’s rather spoiling nature with Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan had unfortunately developed a tooth ache, as Qui-Gon quite rigorously regulated just how much sweets Obi-Wan ate and ensured the boy brushed at least twice if not three times a day while in the temple.
While out on a mission there were times when they couldn’t of course but Qui-Gon always ensured it while in temple and they had not been on a mission in over three months, since they returned from Utapau.
Which meant that Yan was once more sneaking Obi-Wan sweets when Qui-Gon wasn’t looking.
And frankly, Qui-Gon still might not know if it wasn’t for the fact that Obi-Wan could no longer play his instrument.
Since Obi-Wan rested his cheek on his violin or used his mouth to blow the harmonica, that meant that his mouth was in use with vibrations.
Vibrations that went straight to his jaw bone and his teeth.
And that was how Qui-Gon figured it out when Obi-Wan attempted to play a violin solo for him and Yan, the latest piece Obi-Wan had been learning in his of time to play and would be preforming for a padawan talent show.
They had tried singing to begin with but Obi-Wan’s powers did not extend to his voice, something Qui-Gon was kind of grateful for, because it meant Obi-Wan would have to be extremely careful with his singing and he knew that Obi-Wan enjoyed shower singing actually.
He could be rather loud sometimes.
Honestly, Qui-Gon was looking forward to see everyone react to Obi-Wan’s skills, he had been bragging to both Micah and Tahl for weeks now. But if Obi-Wan wouldn’t let Qui-Gon bring him to the dental droid, then Obi-Wan couldn’t play.
Rubbing slowly, Qui-Gon shifted the teen until he had drawn Obi-Wan into his lap, legs resting on one side of Qui-Gon’s large lap. “Obi-Wan come now, I know its not the most fun thing,” Yan snorted only to hold up his hands in surrender when Qui-Gon shot him a sharp glare. “But you can not play unless you get your tooth fixed.” Qui-Gon tried coaxingly.
Obi-Wan whined, refusing to lift his face from Qui-Gon’s chest, acting more like a frightened five year old than a-aha.
Realization hit Qui-Gon and he ran his hand gently over the boy’s short spikes once more. “Oh Obi-Wan,” He murmured tenderly, feeling the boy pause in surprise as he clung to Qui-Gon. “You have odontophobia, don’t you?” Qui-Gon rumbled quietly. “A fear of dentist.” He clarified when the boy let out a confused noise.
That got a flinch out of Obi-Wan and if he wasn’t as big, Qui-Gon would be shaking with Obi-Wan when the boy started quivering in his lap.
That confirmed it.
Obi-Wan had a phobia of dentist.
Yan rubbed his face and looked to Qui-Gon, as bewildered as Qui-Gon in how to deal with this.
Neither had ever enjoyed going to the dental droids of course but neither of them had ever dealt with a fear of them either, nor had any of their friends had it.
But there were of course a few individuals that would have said fear, even among Jedi. It wasn’t as unnatural as Obi-Wan might think and Qui-Gon continued rubbing the others head and back.
“It is alright Obi-Wan, it is alright padawan,” Qui-Gon murmured, even as his mind swirled over ideas on how to get his little musician to the dentist. “We’ll figure this out.” He promised softly.
Ah ok I assumed if you were rooting for the goat to survive you would probably be Swedish but I’m guessing its viewed as something like a sporting match? Like «Will the goat survive this year or won’t it? Tune in to find out!» Either way cool tradition, does the goat normally survive?
Kind of! Yes!
Normally its a toss up on the goat surviving or not but its currently on a streak of survival unseen since its inception, being on a record of 3 years, 4 if it survives this year. Normally it dies at least every once year and here’s the link to the wiki to read about the various ways it has died https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G%C3%A4vle_goat
Not sure if its an urban myth but one year, someone dressed up in a costume, either Legolas or Santa if I remember right, shot a burning arrow at it. Don’t remember if that worked though.
Ps: Oh hey, I remembered right, 2005, Santa and the Ginger bread man, burning arrow at the goat. It buuurned haha.
I thought you were Norwegen?
Yeees? And the goat is a almost 15 meter tall (49 feet that is) and therefore well known around the entire scandinava, from Norway to Denmark to Finland. We know of Sweden’s goat.
So we burn the goat and appease whatever fuckery we upset this year.
Hey, love your fics! I’ve noticed some of them are kind of weirdly spaced out; like starting a new like in the middle of a sentence so it kind of looks like a poem’s format. Is that intentional or just tumblr formatting glitching?
That would be tumblr glitching. I have NO idea what’s going on honestly and I can’t fix it unfortunately but people have called it the ‘poetry’ format due to how it looks.
And I hate it. So much. Stupid glitch. I am sorry
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