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Hi Moddy, just wanted to ask if you wrote a fic I’ve been trying to find for ages and it’s driving me crazy. In it, after Qui-Gon claims Anakin as his Padawan, the Council decides Obi-Wan is not ready to be a knight so Mace Windu becomes his Master. Qui-Gon survives Naboo and years later Obi-Wan takes Ahsoka as his Padawan, and Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan meet again. If this story is not yours, can you help me find it? And thanks so much for all your stories, they’re amazing. I hope you’re doing well

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That sounds like Reachingthesun actually

In Emperor Vader, are there ever clones on bodyguard duty for Obiwan and the kids? Do the clones argue over who gets the privilege of guarding them? Do the clones share pictures and videos of the family with Anakin to help him get through tough parts of the day?

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Okay, so this storyline is ended, but to answer, yes, clones on bodyguard for Obi and the kids. THe clones do argue and there is a system put into work so everyone gets a turn and maybe lol, who knows on the picture sharing.

Hey, Moddy. I know you’re going through a tough time right now with everything so I just wanted to ask, is there anything we as readers can do to support you? kind words? distracting asks to take your mind off things? more comments/feedback on fics? Anything we can do to support you, just let us know.

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I mean, distracting asks are nice at times yes. Feedback/comments are some of my favorite things I have to admit, all authors and artists love feedback, that’s why I always include stuff in the tags for the artists I reblog from.

I am grateful for the support I already got though, everyones been real kind about me going through a difficult spot with the anniversery of my mom’s death and it’s been… just nice. To know that people care about my mental wellness.

I’m really grateful.

hey moddy, what happens next in nostringscanholdme, obi wan manages to see Cody? or Rex manages to reach it before disaster strikes? did vader feels something?

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Much to his utter relief and bewilderment, Obi-Wan has not fled so to speak.

Rex finds the Jedi sitting in the cockpit of one of the ships, simply staring at the view screen with his eyes lost and his hands in his lap.

Behind him, Dume is shifting uncertainly but Rex can’t bring himself to think of the boy right now as he instead slowly approaches Obi-Wan and rests his hand on the others shoulder.

He gets a flinch, Obi-Wan clearly coming back to the situation at hand as he looks up at Rex, the two staring mutely at each other.

Finally, Obi-Wan spoke. “I want him back… how dare Vader use him like that…” He whispered, tone utterly wretched and broken and Rex let out a small noise before crouching down and hugging the Jedi, running his hand over Obi-Wan’s messy nerftail, stroking it carefully before resting his arms around him.

“I know. I know it hurts. He was your commander and my brother. Seeing him like that…” Rex trailed off, Obi-Wan letting out a little hitched breath before letting out a small sob against Rex shoulder.

When he had come back to Homebase, the first thing he had done was start searching the hanger, looking into every ship.

Because while the others knew Obi-Wan, Rex knew him best, both the man he was during the war and the man that had come out of Vader’s clutches broken but healing.

The only other people that knew Obi-Wan as well as he, would be Cody and one Anakin Skywalker.

Which is why Rex had made a direct beeline to the most derelict of the ships, already knowing the history of Anakin and Obi-Wan to know that this was the ship the other man would choose, this was the ship the other would be in.

The one he would try to fly.

And he had been right.

Where the others hadn’t been able to find Obi-Wan as he locked himself down from the Force and removed any trackers, Rex found him because he didn’t need any of those items to find his Obi-Wan.

Pressing their cheeks together, Rex let out a small noise and then shifted, until he could reach and pick up the other man, settling his hands below each of Obi-Wan’s thighs. And Obi-Wan’s arms came up around Rex neck in response, a muffled sob escaping into Rex shoulder as the former captain stood with the Jedi in his arms.

Turning while adjusting his grip on Obi-Wan, Rex gave Dume a long look as he gazed at them with his mouth open.

But instead of saying something, Rex just started walking, moving forward with Obi-Wan in his grasp.

He was meet by Helix on the outside of the shuttle, the medic face becoming one of pure relief as he watched the former captain with the Jedi.

“Take care of him.” Rex murmured to the medic, nodding to Dume, the former padawan freezing in place when he saw another clone.

Helix however just nodded, giving Dume a small smile and gesturing for him to follow as Rex moved off with Obi-Wan in his arms. Along the way to his quarters, several troopers stopped what they were doing, clearly having been on search too.

Relief covered their faces and several went for their comms to inform others that Obi-Wan had been found.

The troopers always reacted with extreme prejudice anytime any of their remaining Jedi were in danger or missing.

And to find Obi-Wan of all people missing, knowing that his fate would not simply be death but a return to his state as Vader’s doll?

Well, they were protective for a reason.

Rex pressed his cheek to Obi-Wan’s temple, awkwardly fumbling for his keypad when he reached his quarters only to breath out in relief when Lamb hurried over and helped him, the young clone getting the door open as he watched with large, concerned eyes.

Rex just nodded to his fellow blond trooper and stepped in, letting the door snap shut behind him as he stepped around the clothing items he had abandoned on the floor that morning.

He knew that they would have to talk about what Obi-Wan had almost done later, he knew that Obi-Wan needed a lot more help than any might have realized as he had almost run off and into a known trap but right in that moment all Rex did was to sit down on his bunk with Obi-Wan straddling his lap.

Both hurt, the knowledge of where Cody was and yet the helplessness in knowing they couldn’t rescue him.

The helplessness in knowing it was a trap.

Rocking Obi-Wan, Rex didn’t promise things were going to be okay.

Because he couldn’t.

Because he couldn’t promise that they could rescue Cody.

So instead he just rocked him, crooning quietly as Obi-Wan sobbed harshly into his shoulder, the noise echoing of Rex quarter walls.

Fallenforyou-the tattoo looked perfect. There was never any doubt of course. Anakin’s drawing skills were superb and the clones’ ability to tattoo was far beyond any other race or people’s skill level (sorry Barissa and Luminera). Obi-Wan, for the first time in a long time felt… not quite safe… but something close to it. The tattoo was a permanent sign of people and values he was the most loyal to and it was made for him by the people who love him most.

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It turned out that captain Gregor was one of the tattooist of the 212th, Cody arriving with both the captain in question and Helix, the latter coming along the moment he heard that there was going to be any tattooing done.

Obi-Wan had honestly been happy to see them all, giving Cody a warm smile before greeting the other two, inviting them in and fetching juice for them as Anakin dug up the design they had created together, showing it to Gregor.

The trooper marveled at them, praising Anakin’s drawing skill and the clear, sharp lines that would make the tattooing easier.

Finally sitting on the couch with the troopers around and Gregor beside him, they started to ready up, the trooper finding forth the ink, his tattoo gun, Force knew where Gregor had gotten that from, some medical wipes, bacta and a razor.

There was also a paper, the clone explaining that he would be transferring the image of the krayt dragon wrapped around the saber onto the paper, which he would be able to transfer to Obi-Wan’s skin, ensuring that the design would be proper.

The hardest part honestly came when Obi-Wan had to remove his compression sleeve, awkwardly fiddling with it before finally pulling it off.

Gregor had paused, not having seen the pink, raised word on the General’s arm despite hearing about it but the man shook himself and gave Obi-Wan a shaky smile. “Lets get you tattooed eh General?” He murmured, his cheerful voice becoming a low, soothing tone.

It actually helped, the fact that Gregor wasn’t making a fuss and carefully, Obi-Wan gave his arm over to the man. Gregor carefully ran the razor over the skin, removing any hairs before then wiping over it with the medical wipe to ensure it was sterile.

Finally Obi-Wan was ready as Gregor pressed the paper to his arm to transfer the image Anakin had made for him, Obi-Wan letting out a low noise at the sensation. It almost felt wet despite there being no fluid involved.

It was honestly kinda fascinating, how the tattooing transfer paper worked and in any other situation, Obi-Wan would be asking questions.

Instead he was just nervous.

One glance over at Anakin told him that the blond was paying close attention, smiling tenderly at Obi-Wan when he found the redhead looking at him. “Want to hold my hand? I hear tattooing isn’t the most pleasant.” The man offered.

Pondering that, Obi-Wan glanced at the tattoo gun then nodded, letting out a soft noise as Anakin instantly got up and moved from the armchair to sit down on the floor, resting his head in Obi-Wan’s lap while taking his free hand in his.

A soft, gentle warning and then Gregor got to work with black ink and Obi-Wan tightened his grip on Anakin’s hand, biting his lips.

The constant buzz and the small stings of pain that got more pronounced when they went over the scars made meditating hard and Obi-Wan clenched his eyes shut finally after about ten minutes.

Somehow, through sheer stubborn will or maybe through Anakin aid, Obi-Wan finally managed to go into a semi meditation state, Anakin drawing and wrapping around him, distracting him in the Force.

In the physical world, he could feel Gregor pausing at times, feel the man wiping carefully at his hand and adding bacta at times before going back to work but every time he almost floated back out of meditation, Anakin drew him back in with a murmur through their Force bond.

The other’s aura was dark, as it had been since they had escaped, but it helped and it was Anakin.

If there was any person Obi-Wan trusted, it was Anakin.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when Gregor finally wiped the tattoo one last time and added bacta to it, Anakin allowing Obi-Wan to surface from his meditation to blink tiredly around the slightly darkened room.

The outside of their window showed the passage of time as the sky had gone from bright to the sheen of orange in the distance, the caff table had several glasses and some snacks resting on with Helix and Cody clearly having eaten them, the medic looking approving due to the use of bacta and the commander just smiling gently at Obi-Wan.

Looking down slowly, Obi-Wan held his breath as Gregor carefully wiped over the tattoo, removing excess ink, blood and scabs to show the bacta healed skin beneath.

The tattoo looked perfect. There was never any doubt of course. Anakin’s drawing skills were superb and the clones’ ability to tattoo was far beyond any other race or people’s skill level due to the pride they put in the skills.

Obi-Wan, for the first time in a long time felt… not quite safe… but something close to it. The tattoo was a permanent sign of people and values he was the most loyal to and it was made for him by the people who love him most.

The krayt wrapped around the lightsaber hid the evidence of what had happened to him and reminded him of the people that cared for him and as he observed it, Anakin’s mech hand came into view, carefully stroking a cold thumb over the heated skin.

“Well General, what do you think?” Gregor asked cheerfully and yet both Jedi could feel the nervousness the other was hiding.

“…Its perfect Gregor.” Obi-Wan whispered, lifting his head to smile at all of them.

Would you consider writing a shapeshifter au with Obi-Wan as that bunny?

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Reaching out with shaking, clumsy feeling hands, Qui-Gon held his breath as he picked up the ginger satin bunny from the dusty ground, waiting for it to bolt.

It didn’t, only continued to stare at him with large, green eyes that were wholly unnatural for its kind.

But completely natural for the person this bunny had been only moments before. “Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon rasped out, reaching out into the Force bond between himself and his padawan to try and ascertain how sentient his padawan had remained as he examined him visually.

His teenage padawan had turned into a ginger coated bunny about the size of a wookie’s fist, with slightly long, perked ears and a tiny tail. He was also shiny, the coat of the breed Obi-Wan was making his fur shine as if there was precious metal mixed into it.

Obi-Wan hadn’t been small in so very long, the teen finally filling out to his gangly limbs but in that moment, Qui-Gon felt like his heart could burst with how tiny Obi-Wan was in his hands, the sight of a padawan braid of all things hanging below one of the large fuzzy ears an endearing sight.

To both his relief and some horror, Obi-Wan reached back with a large amount of panic and shock in return.

Obi-Wan was still in the bunny, but he was just as clueless as Qui-Gon to what had just happened and he had no idea how to transform back.

Stroking the little thing, Qui-Gon swallowed heavily as he realized how defenseless Obi-Wan was in his form.

He recognized what kind of bunny Obi-Wan was, a satin bunny from Stewjon, prized pets because of their demure tempers but also prized in the fur trade for their silky, shiny coat, which was where their name came from.

Cuddling the small creature to his chest that was his padawan, carefully running his large fingers between the ears, Qui-Gon crooned quietly before looking around the vineyard he was suppose to examine with his padawan.

It was a wine racket and he had honestly been looking forward to examining it as there was sure to be samples and he enjoyed the occasional glass of wine but his padawan’s condition…

No, Qui-Gon could no longer remain on planet with Obi-Wan so utterly defenseless and quickly he made his way to the speeder the two had taken out to the farm, Obi-Wan held tightly in one hand to his chest as his teenager padawan continued to fill their bond with questioning emotions and fear.

Not that Qui-Gon could blame the boy, if he had suddenly been turned into a small prey animal then he would also be fearful.

And Obi-Wan was still just a teen.

In any other situation, Qui-Gon might have been able to see the amusement in the situation and marveled at how pretty Obi-Wan’s little bunny form was but in that moment, all he could think about was to get his padawan to their quarters and contact the council.

Settling down on the speeder, Qui-Gon let out a deep breath and looked down at his hands where he still held Obi-Wan, rubbing his thumb and nail gently between the ears in an attempt to aid in calming the boy. “I know you’re panicking Obi-Wan,” Shame filled the bond, along with frustration and an astounding level of self loathing that Qui-Gon would have to deal with later. “And that’s alright,” Disbelief and fragile hope came along, hurting the master’s very soul. “We have no idea what is going on and your form is so small… so we’re going to return to our assigned quarters and I will contact the council, alright?”

The small bunny snuffled at Qui-Gon’s hands, its little nose twitching as it stared at Qui-Gon with those large eyes of his.

Smiling weakly, Qui-Gon rubbed one of the ears and then gave Obi-Wan’s braid a small tug. “We’re going to fix this padawan, I promise you. But right now, I need to place you in my tunics, there is no where for you to sit in this form.” He stated severely.

An awkward head bob came from the bunny, as if Obi-Wan was nodding.

Settling the bunny into the V of his tunic, Qui-Gon adjusted the layers around until he was sure Obi-Wan would one, not slip inside and potentially suffocate or two, slip outside and fall off the damn speeder. And the very idea of that was causing panic to claw through Qui-Gon’s chest.

For the first time in a long time, he also cursed himself for not deepening the bond between himself and his padawan, it would be an extremely helpful tool as it would allow them to speak over the bond but as it was, he instead started up the speeder with a mental prayer to the Force that Obi-Wan was safe in his tunic.

Because if that boy fell out, Qui-Gon was going to have a heart attack. “Alright… here we go Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon rumbled, setting of down the road in a slower pace than before, Obi-Wan’s tiny, silky body trembling against his chest as Qui-Gon wrapped the Force around him to keep a tab on his now bunny shaped padawan.

LordofGrief- Obi wonders if he should give up drinking when he sees Qui-Gon appear in front of him. Maybe the dark side is causing him to have hallucinations?

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Staring up at his still smiling, dead master, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but faintly wonder if he should stop drinking.

Or maybe the dark side was causing him to have hallucinations?

That could be a thing, an attempt for the dark side to swallow him whole.

Far off, he heard the chirp of his comm and fumblingly, without looking away from his amused, smiling master as the man cocked his head slightly, Obi-Wan grasped the comm of his belt to answer it. “Kenobi.” He rasped.

A thinny voice yelled out from it. “Obi-Wan!” It was Anakin, of course it was Anakin, Obi-Wan’s shields must be shot to hell with what he was staring at. “What’s going on? You just… Obi-Wan what the kark is going on?” The blond repeated, a tiny bit more aggressive.

Chuckling, Qui-Gon leaned a bit down. “Hello there Anakin, I’m afraid Obi-Wan seems to be in a shocked state.” There was a breathless silence.

“Mr Qui-Gon?” Anakin responded, his voice tiny and suddenly all to young as it shook over the channel.

No, no, no, just no.

Hallucinations weren’t something others were to hear or see, hallucinations were just one person seeing one thing that wasn’t real.

But… that meant… that would meant that…

Obi-Wan dropped the comm to the floor, desperately scrambling forward onto his knees to stare up at the man. “Master!” He keened, unable to help the noise, unable to understand.

Qui-Gon dropped to his knees in front of Obi-Wan in turn, blue, sheer hands lifting to cup Obi-Wan’s face and oh, the familiar scent of sapir and musk was trapped in those hands, in the folds of the cloth and Obi-Wan could have cried as his soul keened. “Oh dear Obi-Wan, you’ve always been too hard on yourself…” Qui-Gon murmured, his voice fondly exasperated and yet saddened.

Blue thumbs gently stroked at Obi-Wan’s face, leaving the sensation of little static shock zapping Obi-Wan as they were wiping away the tears that started to desperately pour down his face at the touch. “H-How?” Obi-Wan couldn’t help but blubber out, his hands coming up to wrap around the wrists of the other.

As if they were solid, as if Qui-Gon was really there and whole. Not speared through with a lightsaber and gone from the world.

“Everything is possible with the Force, my young padawan, as you well know.” Qui-Gon murmured, still stroking away at Obi-Wan’s face with his thumbs as he cupped the others face. “Though you’re not so young anymore, my dear Obi-Wan.” He stated, his voice unbearably fond.

Obi-Wan didn’t deserve that, he had failed Qui-Gon, he had fallen.

“My dear Obi-Wan, you were always much too hard on yourself.” Qui-Gon sighed softly before shifting and pulling the other to him, pulling Obi-Wan to rest his face in Qui-Gon’s sheer shoulder and it was the oddest yet most comforting feeling Obi-Wan had experienced.

Dizzy, he forced himself to close his eyes as being able to see through Qui-Gon’s sheer shape was doing nothing for his mental state. There was no heat and yet there was the comfort of Qui-Gon’s familiar smells, the sapir and natural musk that the man had carried in his clothes and on his skin. He somehow felt both solid and yet not as he held Obi-Wan, his voice as soft murmur in that familiar brogue and Obi-Wan never wanted to let go, the comfort of the man he had lost so long ago comforting him.

Qui-Gon was there, his master was there and Obi-Wan keened once more into the robes of a man he had long ago given up and grieved for.

Faintly he could hear Anakin, the comm on the floor still feeding through and letting him hear the other Jedi barking orders as Anakin’s frazzled, worry, fear, shock, distrust, emotions echoed through their bond.

But he couldn’t find it in himself to focus on it as he instead nuzzled his face into Qui-Gon’s shoulder, the phantom sensation of a braid under his ear as Qui-Gon soothingly stroked his hair and back, comforting him in his embrace.

Just like when he was a padawan in need of comfort, just as when Qui-Gon had been alive and cared for him.

How do Jedi react to tookas in Jedi are cats?

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“The Jedi temple has tookas.”

Everyone gathers around in excitement as the video is loaded up, another episode of the Jedi are cats though the opening of this one brings people to pause as they did not expect actual animals involved.

And the Jedi temple has tookas?

The same slightly shaking camera angles are used as always, everyone now aware that its the troopers helmets that are filming most of the time. The person is moving in steady steps through grand entrances and halls and low, hushed whispers echo through the holo cafe as they realize its the Jedi temple, a place most never see the inside of.

Its beautiful.

Polished marble, statues, tapestries and images, either of Jedi that may have once lived or of planets in the galaxy, greens or oceans, beautiful to gaze upon.

Peaceful while the Jedi in those images look out with wise face full of serenity or some sternness.

It leaves an impression, makes people realize once more that despite being warriors, that is not what Jedi are most occupied with.

The halls have Jedi scattered about, moving to their own things and to the surprise of several, a flock of younglings laughingly run past the trooper, all of them giving the clone some kind of attention from waves to bright grins as they follow a person that must be their teacher.

They can’t be more than five.

So young, fresh, happy, one of them is clearly missing a front tooth.

The trooper waves gently in return and the audience can finally see a blue colored gauntlet, signifying it’s a 501st trooper. “Jedi and tookas have a strange relationship,” The trooper continues moving only to pause suddenly in a hall as Skywalker is sitting on the floor while staring down a tooka. “The entire temple is full of tookas, apparently they come up from the lower levels and the Jedi feed them and let them take care of any vermin problem as the tookas stay away from the animals in the gardens.”

Skywalker is narrowing his eyes at the tooka and the tooka hisses faintly, which has Skywalker bringing up his lips and showing his teeth right back at the animal, an unhappy noise coming low from the chest of the human.

“Its not that they hate each other, most of the time they get along very well. But sometimes tookas and Jedi seem to communicate more than is natural for a none sentient animal.” In front of them, Skywalker suddenly sat back in satisfaction, smirking as the tooka moved forward, crawling low on it’s belly to crawl into his lap instead.

“Yeah, that’s right. You don’t go into the gardens and hunt birds,” Skywalker chided quietly, petting the ears of the animals. “We put out food for a reason and there’s rats, go for the rats if you absolutely have to, little fuckers are gnawing on the wires aga-”

The trooper cleared his throat, Skywalker looking up quickly in surprise before turning sheepish, tooka still on his lap. “Rex! I didn’t see you there… how long have you been there?”

The camera was shaking slightly, as if the person was trying not to laugh. “A little while sir, you were… busy.”

Skywalker’s face turned bright red before he lifted the tooka, the black furred, blue eyed animal blinking lazily at them. “Tooka?” He offered sheepishly, to the ‘awwws’ of many a watcher.