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as a Certified BioWare Hoe™ I need to know your dragon age opinions (answer as many as you feel like): favorite game, favorite romance option (either overall or per game, up to you), favorite origins for dao and dai, favorite race, favorite region of Thedas, what did you name your mabari, have you ever licked a lamppost in winter, and did Anders do anything wrong and why is the answer no? #MageRights

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My favorite game has to be Inquisitor (though Origins will have a special place in my heart) and Mass Effect opened me up to the Sci-fi of it despite guns not being my favorite style of games.

Favorite romance overall is Iron Bull, but I also love Garrus.

I LOVED the city elf origins regardless how tragic it was and I also loved the mage origins but yeah, city elf was my favorite. As for dai… oh man, I honestly kept switching between Qunari or elf for the most part but my friend and me came up with a joke for the dwarf one in a romance with Iron Bull that made me play it as much too. Fit like a glove *cough*

Honestly it’s hard for me to choose a favorite race, but considering my dragon obsession, I’m gonna go with qunari as it’s implied they are somehow mixed with dragon blood.

No favorite region lol but I named my mabari Barkers and N7 a lot actually hahaha.

Licked a lamppost indeed, both the real thing and the implied thing. Can’t really reccomend either.

Nnnngh…. noooo, Anders did wrong! D8 the chantry had people in it and I mean KIDS, the chantry feed homeless people and then there was the blast radious and the rocks it scattered over the city that killed people. The grand cleric however should have dealt with stuff too when it came to the templers and Meredith fucking the mages over. I mean Meredith wasn’t any better, fuck no but Anders and Justice shouldn’t have… nooo. And then there was the fact that Anders can, if you play it that way, take advantage of Hawke’s friendship to gather the materials to blow up the chantry. Just… no. But also, totally yes on the
#MageRights

but not at any means.

Man, now I low key feel like playing dragon age… lol.

you & your awesome shirt inspired me and now I would super love to see fashion designer!Qui-Gon. does he terrorize the fashion world with his unorthodox ways? does he design clothes with encouraging/profound statements on them? is he all about floral patters? what’s his stance on pockets? & idk, maybe he’s showing off his latest collection for fashion week or he’s getting interviewed by a fashion magazine & the interviewer has no idea what to do with him because of his out-there answers? thanks!

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Smiling
down at his hands as he slowly worked with the clay taking form in
front of him, Obi-Wan ignored the flashing of cameras
that accompanied
the long haired man that looked more like a hippie from the 70’s as
he entered
Obi-Wan’s
shop
as standard on thursday’s as they had agreed well
over a year ago.

Qui-Gon
Jinn was famous, or infamous depending on who you asked.

And
Obi-Wan had long ago gotten used to the blitz of camera’s when the
other was around.

He
was considered something of an odd duck among the fashion elites that
Obi-Wan had somehow found himself wrapped in with, something he had
blamed entirely
on
his maternal
grandfather
and the companies the man was supposedly leaving to Obi-Wan.

To
be fair, it was also his grandfather’s generous nature with his
grandson that allowed Obi-Wan to hold a pottery shop mostly as a
hobby and something to do even if it did not always sell well.

Yan
had been very prolific in making an empire for his only remaining
relative and grandson to
ensure he would be well to do once the time came that it was only
Obi-Wan though the redhead hoped that would be far away even as Yan
dragged him to arrangement because of said empire.

And
with those came the parties and catwalks and so on where Obi-Wan had
meet Qui-Gon.

The
man was not like most high up fashion people.

He
made sensible good clothes yet managed to remain high up and show up
on the catwalks with his works somehow.

Deep
pockets for ladies, cute purses with enough little pockets and big
ones for the items a lady would need and yet still pockets on pants,
shirts and even dresses that would send most common people to drool.

And
yet he was versatile and also made high end, beautiful gowns in what
Obi-Wan had learned was a mermaid shape.

His
most famous work, the mermaid heart, was a beautiful black mermaid
gown with a heart neckline but what made it really unique was the
translucent, iridescent white scales covering the black dress from
the hip down that made it a true mermaid dress.

And
yet Qui-Gon himself, despite of or maybe because
of, wore nothing but comfortable clothes.

Washed
out t-shirts, too large sweaters, cardigans with a patch job and
jeans with holes clearly not designed and more accidental as one
tabloids had been all about when a shot of the man had surfaced with
a large thigh hole of all thing exposing his boxers.

And
then there was the normal range the man made.

Tops
with inspirational quotes, flowy dresses in soft flower patterns and
vines and nice, hip hugging pants with sudden lighting striking up or
down the pant legs in what Obi-Wan would almost call delicate
embroideries.

The
first time the two had meet Obi-Wan had wanted nothing but to plant
his fist to Qui-Gon’s nose, the man’s too dismissive nature being
too close to arrogance for Obi-Wan’s comfort.

It
wasn’t the case.

Well,
Qui-Gon could be arrogant but it was just that Qui-Gon liked to be in
the moment and to be honest, Qui-Gon had not
wanted to be at the catwalk show Yan had forced Obi-Wan to be at.

It
was a misunderstanding the two had managed to clear up in after the
two had somehow ended up at a cafe, dripping water when the fire
sprinklers had somehow gone off.

And
somehow…

The
two had come into this habit, of Qui-Gon coming to Obi-Wan’s shop
on thursday a bit before lunch.

Slowing
down the plate, Obi-Wan cleaned his hands on the towel beside him and
looked up, smiling at the long haired man standing in front of him as
he took in the state of Qui-Gon’s work stained jeans and obvious
paint splatters on his black tank top with the quote, ‘live in the
moment’ on it, clearly one of his own.

His
hair was almost proper compared to everything else, especially the
ratty converse Qui-Gon had on, tied up as the long hair was in a bun.

Finally
nodding as he stood, Obi-Wan greeted the man. “Qui-Gon, you’re
late.” The two expertly ignored the press still taking pictures,
having gotten used to them being the latest ‘hit’ in the
tabloids.

Chuckling,
Qui-Gon held up a tote bag. “Hopefully this will be appeasement. I
brought dumplings from that little restaurant you showed me two weeks
ago,” Qui-Gon stated teasingly, grinning wryly before glancing at
the pot, raising a brow. “Don’t you need to finish that before
you go. Let it dry?” He asked curiously.

Dropping
the towel, Obi-Wan shook his head with a wry grin as he lead the man
to the backroom for their dumpling lunch, eager as he knew he had
some leftover fried rice the two could have together with
them.
“Not really, it was just a little project I was having while
waiting,
nothing serious.” He stated, leaning closer to the other man’s
side.

He
wasn’t sure if Qui-Gon was a good designer or a bad designer, but
he was a designer normal people liked and able to amaze the floss of
high society with
his gowns when he wanted to.

And
he also had a delightful deep brogue singing voice after two cups of
dark cider Obi-Wan admitted internally.

Papa and Dad is adorable and I need mooooooore!!!! particularly more fluff but I also want to know so many things–where/when did they time travel from? like, was it like a «die and wake up in the past» thing or did something happen before then? or what was their first meeting with baby Ani like? are they gonna train Ani together? did Palpy or Plagueis have any inklings of their presence on Naboo? I have many more but I’m almost out of characters so anything else you wanna do would be awesome!!

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Tracing
his fingertip around Qui-Gon’s rather small ear for a man his size,
Obi-Wan smiled faintly to himself as he listened to the even breath’s
of both Anakin between them and Qui-Gon, the boy tucked tightly up to
the taller man’s chest as he slept.

Beneath
them the almost unnoticeable vibration of the ship’s motor acted as
a gentle lullabies
to Anakin, something Obi-Wan never quite understood but was grateful
for right now as they finally left Naboo.

Anakin
had always
had a good hand with machines.

He
wasn’t certain they had escaped notice from Palpatine and whoever
his master was, as both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had felt the darkness
searchingly ‘looking’ around practically. It could be unrelated
to them but Obi-Wan was not going to count on that.

It
would be stupid and
in this Obi-Wan could not afford to be reckless, not with Qui-Gon’s
life and not with Anakin’s.

But
he was certain that they had come away without the Sith actually
seeing them, only feeling their Force and more in particular,
Anakin’s Force
if
it was them who had triggered the darkness search over the planet.

Such
a strong power…

Of
course the Sith would be interested in that.

And
in
them, both
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were abnormalities, time travelers.

Anyone
with a lick of Force sense could tell something was up with them even
if they never were called out on yet, only given curious looks.

That’s
why Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had kept to smaller areas with population to
be able to hide among them, hide Anakin’s signature as best they
could. That
had taken quite a bit of work, working with Anakin’s young mind to
teach him meditation and how to hide while aiding him to hide as best
possible.

And
now they were away, away from Palpatine and the other Sith’s
grasping claws.

It
was doing marvels for Obi-Wan’s anxieties.

Now
there was just everything else.

‘The
rest of our lives really.’ Obi-Wan mused as he went back to
watching Qui-Gon, taking in the features of the man and comparing
them to the ones he had when the man died. He did this too often
really but sometimes he still…

He
just sometimes still had hard to believe really.

He
was in the past, a man of thirty something years with the slightest
sign of gray at his temples and a wrinkle here and there around his
eyes.

But
Qui-Gon?

Qui-Gon
couldn’t be more than thirty either, younger than Obi-Wan had ever
had the pleasure of seeing him before with hair a deep chestnut brown
with a few strands of gray mixed in that did nothing but bring out
his features and make him look defined where they made Obi-Wan just
feel old.

Nothing
else had really changed except for the youthful skin
and hair, still
hook nosed, still blue eyed and still just as stubborn
and yet it never failed to entice Obi-Wan into just look.

He
wondered if his younger version would come to the
same
point as he once had. He had had an infatuation with his master when
he was a teen but as a man of twenty he had fallen into a trap of his
own making and fallen in love instead and
boy he had gotten drunk the night he realized that to the point where
Reeft had hefted him back to the temple and Qui-Gon had looked so
utterly bemused and concerned, especially when Obi-Wan had thrown up
on his own boots.

Now
he had the chance, the option to hold Qui-Gon’s hand as a Force
ghost couldn’t when they were still on Tatooine, waiting for the
years to pass and Luke to be ready or for Owen to give Obi-Wan a
chance.

And
he could be Obi-Wan again. His Anakin was gone yes but there was an
Anakin and he was young and he shone in the Force so brightly despite
his sadness at his mother’s passing and it was everything Obi-Wan
needed for his broken heart as he turned his attention on the blond
head resting against Qui-Gon’s chest, a small, soft smile crossing
his lips as he shifted his hand down to slowly run it over the soft,
slightly darkening hair of Anakin’s blond curls. ‘We need hair
cuts, the whole gang.’ He noted with amusement.

When
Qui-Gon spoke however, Obi-Wan almost jumped out of his skin. “You’re
suppose to sleep my dear.” Qui-Gon rumbled, eyes still closed but a
smile on his lips when Obi-Wan looked up.

“…Fine,
sleep.” Obi-Wan whispered, moving his arm over Anakin to tuck
around Qui-Gon, settling to hold them both as he closed his eyes,
feeling Qui-Gon return the gesture as the two held around Anakin and
each other.

One
small family drifting in space.

the quiobi as ani’s dads and who gets which name thing. it is adorable and I love it. make it happen.

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Rubbing
his face with a
cold hand as the wind swept his growing hair around and tussled it,
Obi-Wan sighed deeply in frustration. “Qui-Gon, I’m not sure
about this. Messing with the past…” He murmured quietly and
honestly this was an old and mostly useless arguments considering
they had spent years in the past now.

But
Obi-Wan would not be himself if he did not worry.

And
Qui-Gon would always answer him anyhow.

Humming
faintly as he observed the holo
map he had activated on the hood of their rented skycar,
Qui-Gon shrugged. “I know, but we both know that what is at stake,
what he needs… All
will be as the Force wills it my Obi-Wan.”
He murmured equally quiet.

When
the two had woken up in the past, laying in the green grass on a
planet together as if the years had not passed, neither had been sure
what to make of it as they took in the fact that Qui-Gon was alive
and the two seemed to be around the same age.

At
first they had thought to contact the Jedi order only for the Force
to pull them back, as if going, ‘wait, listen’ at them.

And
they had done that even as they managed to get a trip to Coruscant to
at least scope out the situation and see from the capitol what was
going on only to discover why they could not contact the Jedi Order.

Because
there was already a Qui-Gon Jinn and there was already an Obi-Wan
Kenobi.

A
younger Obi-Wan Kenobi.

For
two long months the two had tried to figure out what to do while
taking different small jobs in the slums of Coruscant, dock works and
the likes as they saved up credit and lived in a small room that
barely had a fresher or a kitchenette with working power.

Obi-Wan
had contemplated the idea of just slaughtering Palpatine he had to
admit only for Qui-Gon to shoot down that idea.

They
knew about Palpatine but they had no idea about the man’s master,
only that at some point after the Naboo invasion that the person was
at least dead.

So
they had done the next best thing.

They
had gone to look for Anakin and his mother on Tatooine.

And
they had found them only to find that their appearance in the past
had done something to the time stream as Shmi and Watto died at the
hands of of a sandstorm that ripped up most of Mos Espa, leaving one
orphaned slave boy of the tender age of five.

As
Anakin once had said during a failed mission, e chu ta.

So
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had taken the boy in and let him cry in their
spacer leathers, taking him with them out into the stars and
promising him to show him every one they could.

“Still,
being on Naboo when Palpatine is here makes me uneasy.” Obi-Wan
glanced about, checking on Anakin as the boy splashed his hands in
the water still and tried to touch the fishes by being too excited,
his
black leggings rolled up to his knees and his boots and socks
abandoned on the shore around the lake.
He was worried the man would notice Anakin, the boy shone so
brightly.

Turning
from the map, Qui-Gon cupped Obi-Wan’s scruffy cheek with a soft
smile. “Love, you’ll make yourself sick with worry. Please, we
are leaving in a day and we’re staying out here for now with Anakin
to explore the forest and country side.” He murmured, leaning in a
bit to gently press a chaste kiss to Obi-Wan’s lips before rubbing
there noses together in an affectionate manner.

Reluctantly
smiling at the endearment and kiss, Obi-Wan opened his mouth to
answer only to be cut off by a squeal.

“DAD!”
Anakin yelped in excitement, racing towards them on
bare feet in the mud and grass.

Instantly
both turned to Anakin only to glance at each other in surprise that
turned to bemusement as Anakin stopped and looked between them before
giggling and showing them the fish he had cupped in his hands. “I
mean Dad Qui but you can see too Dad Obi.” He beamed brightly up at
them, air whistling through the little tooth gap he had.

Kneeling
down slowly, Qui-Gon chuckled warmly as he observed the little fish
in Anakin’s hands desperately
flapping his tail as the water dripped out drop by drop. “Well done
in
catching the fish
Anakin but you should put that little guy back in
the water,” Qui-Gon explained gently, chuckling a bit louder when
Anakin pouted in confusion.
“He needs water to breath just as we need air, you
don’t want him to be hurt or die after all.”
The man explained
softly, stroking Anakin’s hair as the boy turned from excited to
nervous.

Nodding
hurriedly,
Anakin raced back to the lake edge, leaving
the adults behind as he made sure the fish was alright.

“…That
was…” Obi-Wan huffed out air. Anakin had once called Obi-Wan the
closets to a father but back than it hadn’t felt right.

Now
however…

Obi-Wan
could still feel his heart fluttering.

Standing
slowly, his knees snapping, Qui-Gon smiled warmly at him and slid his
arm around Obi-Wan’s waist. “Dad and dad will become a bit
confusing I imagine,” He said thoughtfully. “Guess we’ll have
to teach him new words for us… papa perhaps? You would fit as dad
with me as papa?” He teased tenderly, his smile growing when
Obi-Wan cheeks flushed a deeper red.

“…Papa
Qui and Daddy Obi huh?” Obi-Wan whispered in turn, biting his
bottom lip. “That could work…” He mused, pretending not to
notice Qui-Gon’s grasp tightening on him or the adoration filling
the Force as he slid his arm around Qui-Gon’s waist in turn while
resting his head on the taller man’s shoulder, green eyes focused
on Anakin. “Yes, that would work quite nicely I bet.”

Ok, the Nubby fic is so adorable I don’t think I can handle it!!! So what happens when they get back to Coruscant? Does Obi get Nubby the fluffiest bed? Do they go play in the gardens, possibly with some crechelings? Also does Nubby get wheels (or the gffa equivalent)??? If he does I am in favor of baby Ani making them or at least tricking them out in the future.

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Coming
home with a two legged puppy who can’t really walk is an experience
Obi-Wan doesn’t quite know what to make of as he walks with the
backpack slung over his shoulder and Nubby under his other arm.

Several
Jedi that he passes pause in surprise as Nubby just wags happily and
whines up at Obi-Wan to be let down but its far too long for Nubby to
be supported on his harness and leash and walk all the way up to the
council chamber.

And
he gives his report with said puppy under his arm, the animal panting
at everyone and giving that semi smile that makes Obi-Wan’s stomach
knot happily while
wiggling his front nubs at the council .

Finally
it seemed that Evan had enough as he pointed at Nubby. “Okay is no
one else going to ask? Am I going to have to be the bastard who
asks?” He snapped out.

Depa
covered her grin with her hand, sitting back in her chair. “I admit
I am curious knight Kenobi.” She stated as evenly as she could.

Lifting
Nubby up under his arm, adjusting how he was holding his pupper,
Obi-Wan blinked at them and looked down at Nubby.

Seemingly
understanding that he was being talked about, Nubby looked back up at
his owner with big dark eyes before going back to ‘smiling’ while
wagging more. “…His name is Nubby?” Obi-Wan stated, blinking
back up at the council.

There
was a few choked coughs and smothered laughs of surprise and Yoda
outright had to smack himself in the chest when
he choked.

“Alright,
his name is… Nubby,” Shaak said, her voice quivering with
amusement along with her lekkus. “But… why is he under your arm?”
She asked finally.

Looking
back at Nubby, tilting his head a bit and then shrugging. “Because
I adopted him. A woman on Corellia gave him to me to see if he could
survive and I took care of him? So now he’s mine?” He would have
liked to have stated that but ended up asking more uncertainly than
he wanted.

Leaning
forward, Mace stared at Nubby for a second before standing and coming
over to present his hand to the puppy.

Snuffling
at the new human, Nubby tail was now wagging hard enough to hit
Obi-Wan in the side as he started laving the dark hand with his
slobber. Chortling, Mace nodded and scratched gently at the puppy’s
ears. “Alright then, you’ll have to have him trained to temple
standards Kenobi. If I were you, I’d also go by the healers to see
if they have suggestions for his hindrances and suggestions on how to
keep his hind legs strong.” The man noted, his tone warm as he
continued scratching the white floppy ears.

Relaxing,
noting how tense he had become, Obi-Wan smiled in relief. “So I can
keep him?” He tacked on, his tone uncertain but relieved.

“Knights
and masters can keep pets, as long as they train said pets to temple
standards and take care of them properly,” Jocasta chuckled softly.
“I do not believe we will have an issue of the care as you have
always had a good hand with animals Kenobi but you may lack a bit in
discipline and training for the poor thing. You will want to look up
some tutorials on that.” She
suggested.

Nodding
at that, Obi-Wan smiled slightly before looking down at his pupper.
“Hear that Nubby? You’re staying in the temple.” He said
teasingly and Nubby wuffled at everyone and continued to slobber Mace
hand when the other tried to scratch his chin.

“He’s
going to need one of those hover harnesses people get pets with
mobility issues.” The council master stated dryly though he was
still smiling despite all the saliva that was coating his hand as he
brought up his second one to continue giving Nubby affection.

Perking
up at the mention, Obi-Wan decided he was going to look up
information on that once he had slept a bit.

There
was so much he would need still for his quarters for Nubby. A big dog bed,
bowls, food, floor padding for him to have a nice play area, more
toys and this hover harness.

So
much to do but Obi-Wan found himself looking forward to it and when
Mace leaned down a bit and Nubby lapped at his face with a big pink
tongue, the knight only laughed.