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How is Obi doing with his mini apprentice in Alive But Lost?

Posted on april 11, 2019 av swmoddy

The
holocron bounced against his hip as he bore it openly alongside his
saber, a small smile on his lips as he passed several Sith.

Some
of them only nodded while other had a knee jerk reaction to seeing
the former amnesiac abductive with what was clearly a Sith holocron
on his belt as he moved about. Obi-Wan knew that some members were
still suspicious of him but those who really mattered, Qui-Gon, Yan,
Feemor, Xanatos and Anakin, they trusted him with no suspicion and
only worry for his health attached.

The
combination of Jedi meditation and Sith techniques were also aiding
him in recovering his memories slowly and steadily and for all the
pain it had brought people, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but be a tiny bit
grateful.

Grueling
and clinical as it had been, his Jedi training was proving to be
quite useful.

Especially
when training Anakin because that little troll was proving to be
quite the handful as he was a clumsy little thing, his body growing
and therefor sending him tumbling ass over heels quite often if he
rushed or during sparrings.

If
Obi-Wan was to take a guess, he would be choosing the form ataru for
the young man with his high energy levels but maybe…
shien might fit him better.

Anakin
could be aggressive, he didn’t like to lay in wait and ambush and
preferred to create his own openings to attack.

Yes
the way of the krayt dragon could do him better, a mix of
defensiveness and yet also combined with attack that would stop him
from becoming restless and Obi-Wan was sure if he asked one of the
battle masters of the temple then he could be taught.

Or
at least lay the foundation for Anakin so he could later on choose if
he would go with the classical shien form or develop it further for
djem so.

One
was more suited for blocking blasts while the other was more for
blade to blade battle.

‘It
wouldn’t be so bad to teach him both.’ Obi-Wan mused to himself
as he finally arrived at the language classrooms, knowing that Anakin
and his class were getting tested on huttese and he was rather sure,
thanks to the blonds unfortunate past, that Anakin was going to be
quick and brilliant in the spoken version of the test.

His
spelling might need work however and would take longer time.

But
still, Obi-Wan would rather know what he would need to work on
further with his apprentice and a good basic in huttese would allow
Anakin to learn both aqualish and rodian easier since the structured
similarities in the languages were very similiar and he grinned
brightly when the door opened to let the class out finally, Anakin
following Dara out with a gloomy look on his face only for the blond
to brighten up when he saw Obi-Wan.

“Master!”
He cheered, pulling from the pack of classmates to race into
Obi-Wan’s chest.

Wrapping
his arms around the boy, Obi-Wan chortled, eyes flashing yellow
unknowingly and comforting a few of the Sith watching. “Hello there
little troll, I’ve come to drag you to train.” He teased gently,
laughing when the boy groaned.

“Please
tell me we’re doing saber practice, my butt is numb!” Anakin
stared up at him with wide eyes. “We’ve been testing for two
hours and I swear my butt is going to fall off if I have to sit
more.”

Poking
the boy in the forehead, Obi-Wan smirked. “Patience is a virtue,
you may have to remain still for much longer come ambush missions but
luckily for you, we are indeed going to do saber practice as I think
I know which form to teach you finally.” He teased warmly, his
smirk softening to a gentle smile at Anakin’s excitement.

“You
do!?” Anakin latched onto Obi-Wan’s hand and pulled him, eager to
get to one of the sparring salle.

Letting
the boy pull him along, Obi-Wan felt the warmth of the sun through
windows and the chattering of Sith around them, a sense of peace and
safety settling in his bones.

He
was home with his family surrounding him and he was finally, finally
free
to be who and what he was.

How about some Mace and youngling interaction to counteract Anakin’s view of him?

Posted on april 10, 2019 av swmoddy

There
is something really annoying about being sent as a messenger boy
through the temple but Anakin can’t really complain considering
it’s not only the Temple’s communications that is on the fritz
but the entire of Coruscant with the Chancellor having to use the
emergency holochannels to really reach people to inform them that
there are faulty signals interfering with the standard comm signals.

So
it is basically all scrambled and people are reduced to running
around, informing each other by foot and several droids are very
grumpy.

Anakin
has had to listen to R2 yelling obscenities in binary for a good half
hour before he managed to escape the angry astromech.

And
now he’s being a messenger boy, Obi-Wan having turned his deadly
pleading eyes on Anakin while begging him to go inform Windu, who was
apparently in the creche, that there was a council meeting.

Considering
how big the creche was…

Well
Anakin asked one of the crechemaster where he could find Windu, the
woman covering her mouth for a moment before clearing her throat and
pointing.

‘Bet
he’s holding some kind of boring little lecture on containing
emotions and not getting attached to toys.’ Anakin grumbled to
himself as he made his way towards the room pointed out. ‘Those
poor little souls, best save them from Windu’s grumpy sourpuss fa-’

Anakin.exe
stopped working as he took in the room.

The
room pretty much looked like any play room of the creche when in use,
full of kids, toys everywhere, kids sectioned into groups depending
on what they were doing.

There
was even a few hand prints in different colors on the wall from
finger paints that Anakin knew from experience that would be hell to
scrub from the wall as he had come to learn during creche duty.

But
it was Windu that had Anakin’s attention.

Because
Windu was sitting with a group of five younglings at a squat little
table on one of the tiny chairs, a little porcelain yellow cup in his
giant looking hands, having a tea party with two rodians, one wookie,
one zabrak and a human.

Now,
that in itself would have been enough to cause Anakin to pause, Mace
Windu having a pretend tea party with the younglings.

However…
that was not the end to the madness.

Because
the kids had also given Windu a makeover, the master of the order’s
lips smeared in bright purple play lipstick, sparkly pink blush that
could barely be seen with the man’s dark skin, a sparkly top that
barely fit the man and must be stretchy and what was in essence a
vulture wide brim hat.

Staring
at the vulture hat, Anakin could slowly feel his jaw drop.

It
was a wide brimmed brown hat, the vulture clearly fake but glaring at
everyone with a faux fur trim around it, looking like the damn fake
thing was about to swoop off and caw at everyone.

Finally
it seemed the man noticed Anakin, giving him a haughty look, the
makeup and outfit he was in doing nothing to take away from his
attitude.

“Yes
Knight Skywalker, was there something you needed?” He questioned
dryly, raising the cup to his lips and then blinking and peering into
it, as if suddenly realizing that it was pretend and therefor there
would be no tea.

“I…
emergency council meeting?” Anakin managed to get out, his voice
strangled.

There
was a chorus of disappointed groans, the little wookie latching onto
Windu while rawring up at him sadly.

“Oh
dear, well that’s too bad. I seem to be in a meeting already with
the younglings of bantha clan,” Windu answered, patting the
wookie’s head gently. “You’ll just have to inform the others
that I’m stuck and will have to review the meeting holo later on.”
He drawled then smirked when there was a cheer of happiness and the
wookie crawling into Windu’s lap.

Yup,
Anakin.exe had certainly stopped working.

How about some Mace and youngling interaction to counteract Anakin’s view of him?

Posted on april 10, 2019 av swmoddy

So
it is basically all scrambled and people are reduced to running
around, informing each other by foot and several droids are very
grumpy.

Anakin
has had to listen to R2 yelling obscenities in binary for a good half
hour before he managed to escape the angry astromech.

Considering
how big the creche was…

Well
Anakin asked one of the crechemaster where he could find Windu, the
woman covering her mouth for a moment before clearing her throat and
pointing.

Anakin.exe
stopped working as he took in the room.

The
room pretty much looked like any play room of the creche when in use,
full of kids, toys everywhere, kids sectioned into groups depending
on what they were doing.

But
it was Windu that had Anakin’s attention.

Now,
that in itself would have been enough to cause Anakin to pause, Mace
Windu having a pretend tea party with the younglings.

However…
that was not the end to the madness.

Staring
at the vulture hat, Anakin could slowly feel his jaw drop.

It
was a wide brimmed brown hat, the vulture clearly fake but glaring at
everyone with a faux fur trim around it, looking like the damn fake
thing was about to swoop off and caw at everyone.

Finally
it seemed the man noticed Anakin, giving him a haughty look, the
makeup and outfit he was in doing nothing to take away from his
attitude.

“I…
emergency council meeting?” Anakin managed to get out, his voice
strangled.

There
was a chorus of disappointed groans, the little wookie latching onto
Windu while rawring up at him sadly.

Yup,
Anakin.exe had certainly stopped working.

Break a Barrier: while the mates are going through Obi’s heat, Palpatine is being tracked down due whatever Sith ritual he performs. Of course he doesn’t know this cause he’s to full of himself.

Posted on april 10, 2019 av swmoddy

(First part is pg rated and readable, the rest is on AO3 XD)

There
is nothing more obvious than an alpha rushing to the aid of their
omega when said omega is in heat.

Or
at least it is obvious to any omega or fellow alpha as the Jedi
quietly watch Skywalker flailing through the halls with his
expression and Force aura a mix of panic and anticipation as he
practically Force boosts himself in his eagerness.

No
one calls him out on it.

Not
after seeing Kenobi practically waste
away as the war continued marching on with no one being sure how to
help him as he became
pale and listless, only to bounce back once his mating bonds became
open to him
and started
healing a bit with the attention of said
mates as
they showered him in attention and affection.

Now
there’s just that final barrier that needs closing, to seal the
mating bond and break the glands so
they can be fully connected.

The
anticipation and glee is thick in Skywalker clearly.

However
under all of that…

The
master’s of the Order pauses,
feeling the currants of the Force switch and flow, darkness moving
on Coruscant.

Mace,
who had been busy sniggering a bit at Skywalker’s windmill
impression as
he raced the hall to get to the skycar hanger,
goes ramrod straight as he stares at nothing before turning on his
heel and racing to gather those of the council that he can and
several healers.

He
knows what this is, he was there to break the barrier on Obi-Wan’s
mating bonds
after all and the Sith master’s magic laced over the bond like a
cork had been very distinct when they were first looking.

The
master gets the same feeling this time and he knows they have to
move, they have to be quick and Force he hopes that no more damage
will come to Obi-Wan for he has been through enough already
by
being kept from his mates.

The
Jedi council has to move quickly however before the trail of the Sith
master disappears and the person goes back into hiding though one
thing is clear to Mace in this moment. The Sith master is on
Coruscant, twisting the Force and doing something to someone with the
dark side and he hopes to Force that it won’t be something that
damages the newly mating pair.

Force,
Mace hopes that they can follow the bastard this time and find him.

()()()

Break a Barrier: while the mates are going through Obi’s heat, Palpatine is being tracked down due whatever Sith ritual he performs. Of course he doesn’t know this cause he’s to full of himself.

Posted on april 10, 2019 av swmoddy

(First part is pg rated and readable, the rest is on AO3 XD)

There
is nothing more obvious than an alpha rushing to the aid of their
omega when said omega is in heat.

No
one calls him out on it.

Now
there’s just that final barrier that needs closing, to seal the
mating bond and break the glands so
they can be fully connected.

The
anticipation and glee is thick in Skywalker clearly.

However
under all of that…

The
master’s of the Order pauses,
feeling the currants of the Force switch and flow, darkness moving
on Coruscant.

Force,
Mace hopes that they can follow the bastard this time and find him.

()()()

OMG GhostFriend! Can we get big mama bear Qui-Gon swallowing up Obi-wan in a hug when they get back to the temple? After being non-corporal Obi is probably pretty touch starved too. How is he adjusting? Does he get overstimulated? LOOOOVE your work.

Posted on april 9, 2019 av swmoddy

It
was so different now.

So
many years of literally passing through everyone and everything with
nothing really sticking to him or comforting him though he could
speak to people at least.

But
the touch of others…

Obi-Wan
both craved and feared it as he clung to Anakin’s hand every time
he could and yet when bumping shoulders Obi-Wan could feel himself
tense up for just a few clicks as if his body somehow expected to
pass through people.

He
was lucky the troopers were such understanding people when he
apologized every time he bumped into people and Obi-Wan did suspect
that Anakin had explained the rather unique situation that applied to
Obi-Wan.

Kix
had been quite adamant to give him a throughout examination when
they got on the Resolute and his attention had been…

Well,
kind of overwhelming.

And
yet Obi-Wan had missed them when they were gone, something the medic
had noticed before going to one of the lockers and rummaging around,
pulling out a rather heavy blanket in a dark blue fabric and
explaining to Obi-Wan that it was a basic weighted blanket.

Kix
had theorized, correctly, that the weighted blanket would help some
of Obi-Wan’s touch starvation and body disassociation which allowed
the Jedi made physical once more to sleep peacefully without Anakin
pretty much holding him the entire night like they had to last night.

Still,
it was a comfort to wake in the same room as Anakin, feeling his
warmth close and knowing that he was there as a physical sensation
that Obi-Wan had so missed and longed for.

The
travel back allowed him to slowly acclimatize to touch, the troopers
starting to pat him on the back, rest their hands on his shoulders
and Anakin outright hugging or holding his hand often.

But
nothing could prepare him for the moment he stepped off the ramp and
into the Jedi temple as Qui-Gon swept the redhead up into the
tightest hug the other could ever remember being subjected to with
his feet leaving the floor,
his face buried in the folds of Qui-Gon’s tunic.

The
sharp scent of sapir, of Qui-Gon’s musky soap and of the temple’s
mild detergent
hit
him along with that hug.

The
scent of safety.

And
Obi-Wan broke down for the first time in years, his body trembling as
he started to sob into the beige cloth and leave behind darker drops.
First quietly and then until his voice rose in a wail that rose over
the sounds of shuttles being worked on in the hanger as he broke
down, both from the overwhelming sensation of touch and smell but
also of Qui-Gon, the comfort that was currently offered to him.

He
somehow grew even louder when he felt Anakin settle his hand on his
back, rubbing in a soothing motion yet neither scolded him.

They
let him cry all those painful tears he had kept inside of him, locked
as he was in limbo where he could see and hear but not be touched.

It
was too much and yet not enough and Obi-Wan felt his legs falter
under him only for the Jedi master to pick him up as if he was a
child still, as if he was Qui-Gon’s very young and exhausted
padawan who needed to be cared for.

And
just maybe… that was what he was.

He
was tired and all Obi-Wan wanted was the comfort he had longed for as
a ghost even though his skin buzzed with the physical sensation to
the point of it almost hurting.

But
he clung harder to Qui-Gon in desperation, not wanting to lose it too
quickly even as he felt the rocking motions of the man walking with
Anakin following beside.

Faintly
Obi-Wan registered his hood being raised but he didn’t focus on
that.

He
focused on the physical sensation of warmth and care being offered to
him and the quiet voice promising that Qui-Gon had him, that he
wasn’t about to let his poor padawan go.

Skin
aching, Obi-Wan gave in to that and let his tears bring him to
exhaustion as he tapered off finally and let himself drowse into the
others collarbone, shivering still as he felt them stop yet move at
the same time.

An
elevator.

“I
don’t think he can handle a report Mace,” He heard Qui-Gon say,
realizing the other must be talking into his comm link when there was
a thinny noise of Master Mace voice, though
how considering the man’s hands were occupied holding him Obi-Wan
did not know.
“He had an utter breakdown when I hugged him. I’m going to take
him to my quarters and try to settle him. We’ll have to meet
tomorrow or at least once he’s calm.” The master added.

Unable
to summon a slick of shame, Obi-Wan only felt gratefulness.

Just
one day to bask in Qui-Gon’s warmth and physical presence.

That
was all he needed as he
rubbed his nose into the wet fabric while reaching for his bond to
Anakin for emotional support that the blond quickly gave, a hand
returning to his back and considering Qui-Gon’s hands were busy
holding Obi-Wan up, he knew it was Anakin.

Just
one day for comfort.

OMG GhostFriend! Can we get big mama bear Qui-Gon swallowing up Obi-wan in a hug when they get back to the temple? After being non-corporal Obi is probably pretty touch starved too. How is he adjusting? Does he get overstimulated? LOOOOVE your work.

Posted on april 9, 2019 av swmoddy

It
was so different now.

So
many years of literally passing through everyone and everything with
nothing really sticking to him or comforting him though he could
speak to people at least.

But
the touch of others…

Kix
had been quite adamant to give him a throughout examination when
they got on the Resolute and his attention had been…

Well,
kind of overwhelming.

Still,
it was a comfort to wake in the same room as Anakin, feeling his
warmth close and knowing that he was there as a physical sensation
that Obi-Wan had so missed and longed for.

The
travel back allowed him to slowly acclimatize to touch, the troopers
starting to pat him on the back, rest their hands on his shoulders
and Anakin outright hugging or holding his hand often.

The
sharp scent of sapir, of Qui-Gon’s musky soap and of the temple’s
mild detergent
hit
him along with that hug.

The
scent of safety.

He
somehow grew even louder when he felt Anakin settle his hand on his
back, rubbing in a soothing motion yet neither scolded him.

They
let him cry all those painful tears he had kept inside of him, locked
as he was in limbo where he could see and hear but not be touched.

And
just maybe… that was what he was.

He
was tired and all Obi-Wan wanted was the comfort he had longed for as
a ghost even though his skin buzzed with the physical sensation to
the point of it almost hurting.

But
he clung harder to Qui-Gon in desperation, not wanting to lose it too
quickly even as he felt the rocking motions of the man walking with
Anakin following beside.

Faintly
Obi-Wan registered his hood being raised but he didn’t focus on
that.

He
focused on the physical sensation of warmth and care being offered to
him and the quiet voice promising that Qui-Gon had him, that he
wasn’t about to let his poor padawan go.

An
elevator.

Unable
to summon a slick of shame, Obi-Wan only felt gratefulness.

Just
one day to bask in Qui-Gon’s warmth and physical presence.

Just
one day for comfort.

So grooming and ears is fricking adorable, and I must ask: what was the clones’ first reaction to seeing cat Jedi?

Posted on april 9, 2019 av swmoddy

There
are two Jedi on Kamino.

One
is a kel dor who contributes most of the talking with the longnecks,
his tone serene and steady as he follows one of the longnecks around
as they’re given a tour though the noses of the canines can clearly
smell the displeased scent of the male.

The
other is a munchkin tabby who is dripping water with the grouchiest
of expressions cc-2224 has ever had the pleasure of seeing a feline
wear. Clearly the munchkin has not gotten time to sit down and groom
himself and 2224 feels an itch to go help the feline and after a
moment, he abandons his food bowl.

If
2224 was to guess, the tabby didn’t want to ask the longnecks for
time to settle or feared that he’d be blow dried.

Or
potentially he would feel embarrassed to hold up the tour though that
felt wrong to 2224 as feline Jedi could be just as their normal
counterparts, just as willful and arrogant as normal cats that
weren’t Force boosted.

He
feels more than he sees several of the other clones canines pause,
ears swirling in his direction.

The
munchkin pauses too, peering up at him with green eyes and maybe he’d
be intimidating if he wasn’t wet to the bone with all his fur
sticking to his slender looking body.

If
2224 was to guess, he’d imagine the other looked tubby normally but
with the fur not fluffing out, he was now just flesh and bone.

“Could
I be of help sir? You’re rather in a state.” 2224 offered
nervously, tail twitching nervously and he had to force himself not
to tuck it between his legs.

It
would be too obvious an emotional indicator and would make the damn
longnecks watch him closely in case he needed to be decommissioned,
something every clone feared.

There
was an annoyed murple noise and then the munchkin stomped forward and
planted his rear down in front of 2224, tail flickering in annoyance.
“Please,
you would be doing me the favor of a lifetime.” The
feline bit out.

A
bit worried about getting scratched, 2224 shifted forward a bit until
the munchkin was between his front legs and then ducked down, slowly
grooming him like he would one of his batchmates.

For
the first full minute, the feline was tense before slowly a deep
rumbling noise escaped him and he arched himself under 2224 tongue,
letting the larger canine carefully groom him.

Absently
the clone heard the kel dor say something to the longneck and then to
the munchkin, the feline responding before turning his attention back
to being groomed as the Jedi walked away, most likely continuing the
tour though the munchkin, Obi-Wan as the kel dor said, remained with
2224.

By
the storms, he was a small thing.

2224
could easily imagine wrapping his jaw around the neck and snapping it
but that was the last thing he wanted to, protective instincts
rearing up just like in response to his smaller clone brothers when
they were decanted.

Only
they didn’t purr when they were decanted, this Jedi feline did as
he relaxed beneath 2224
slow and steady grooming until the feline was quite literally laying
on his back and getting his belly groomed by the dog.

Obi-Wan
was also growing quite fluffy as
he started to dry off
and if 2224 didn’t know better, he’d call him cute as the
munchkin tapped him on the snout with a paw, purring up a storm.

A
fluffy and dangerous creature, mighty predators… who apparently had
belly fat and 2224 had to resist the urge to nip at it despite how
tempting it was.

He
didn’t want to upset the Jedi.

And
munchkins could carry grudges like no ones business, so
he’s not biting him.