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Bro this is so freakin good. I read the whole story up until chapter 16 in one night last week. This is the only thing that is consoling me after TCW.
THE JEDI AND HIS DUCHESS -- Chapter 17
SUMMARY: Present day Obi-Wan and Satine are finally alone and talking to each other like grownups. They make a decision that may alter both their futures forever.
Things change very quickly for Obi-Wan, Satine, and Qui-Gon as they receive an urgent message from Mandalore. In this chapter you’ll enjoy shirtless yoga on the beach, romantic book reading under the Force tree, and Foreboding™.
Guys, I really can’t handle how many hits, comments, and love this story is getting! Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I appreciate every single one of you so much!!!
——————– CHAPTER 17
Coruscant
Obi-Wan and Satine silently ambled along Coruscant streets that were equally scattered with rabble-rousers and the often-unnoticed overnight shifters. The city never slept.
The two walked arm in arm, making their way toward the senate apartments where Satine kept an opulent suite of rooms. Their history hung heavily between them, neither quite sure how to be amiable now that the night had overstretched their emotions and patience.
“I wondered if I would recognize you,” Satine said, suddenly breaking the silence.
Obi-Wan calmed as the tension between them released with her tender confession. “When?” he asked quietly, glancing at her profile.
“When you arrived on Mandalore only a few days ago.”
“You must have had little time to prepare for my coming.” He knew the idea of seeing him again would have caused her anxiety, and very likely a great deal of pain. Stepping into the Sundari palace’s throne room had taken all his self-control, especially considering that he had vowed never to return to the wretched place. The building was full of painful memories for both of them.
“I must confess, it caused me considerable distress,” she replied. “I was afraid to face you.”
Obi-Wan looked at her in shock. “You afraid to face me? After what happened between us, I had no right to show my face in your court. I was mortified to force you into that position, but the Council insisted that I be the one to investigate. I knew seeing me again would only make you angry… open old wounds. And that’s exactly what it has done.”
Satine paused a moment, her heart resisting the truth Obi-Wan spoke. She wished their reunion had strengthened their friendship, but in reality it had been like pouring salt on a cut. “Why did the Council insist on you?” she asked gently.
Kenobi visibly blanched but recovered quickly. “Because with Qui-Gon gone they believe I am the only remaining link between your government and the Jedi.”
The Duchess’s heart dropped at the allusion to Qui-Gon’s death. “It’s true, for years Mandalore has resisted the Jedi and the Senate’s interference in our autonomy.”
“The Council hoped our personal friendship would foster more trusting relations.”
“They clearly aren’t aware of our past.”
Obi-Wan cleared his throat awkwardly. She was right, the Council knew nothing.
Satine sighed heavily before almost inaudibly whispering, “Qui-Gon.” She tightened her grip on Obi-Wan’s bicep and pulled closer to his side.
“Do you ever think of him?” Obi-Wan asked, his voice unnaturally even and controlled, as though afraid to show his vulnerability.
“Nearly everyday.” Satine’s throat became tight as familiar heartache crept into her core. “He was dear to me. I was devastated when I learned of his death. I mourned him.”
Obi-Wan was almost jealous. Satine had been allowed to formally mourn the Jedi Master, whereas Kenobi, to avoid rebuke from the Council, was forced to pretend he had put his grief aside.
“Why didn’t you come to me after it happen?” the Duchess asked as she pulled Obi-Wan even closer, their shared pain binding their spirits.
“I wanted to,” he confessed unexpectedly. “I thought of it often. But I couldn’t. The Council was watching me like a hawk. I’d killed a Sith and they thought the only way I was able to do so was through anger or revenge. They scrutinized every move I made for years, looking for any sign of corruption or wrong doing. Plus I had Anakin. He was so young. I was so young, too fresh to have a Padawan. Things happened so fast; my life was suddenly very different.” He swallowed the lump in his throat that always seemed to appear when thinking of his dead Master. “In truth, I didn’t think you’d agree to see me.”
“Do you believe I would have turned you away in such a moment of need?”
“No, of course not. But I loathed the selfishness of the desire. To arrive on your doorstep, with no consideration for how it might affect you, simply because I needed comfort? I couldn’t do that to you.”
“Noble, as always. Suffering alone, as always. Stubborn, as always.” Satine stopped walking and faced Obi-Wan “You are very hard on yourself.” She placed her hand on his chest, just above his heart. “The pain you carry in here, I carry it too.”
He clutched her hand in his and squeezed, surprised by the balm her words provided, surprised that they made him feel less alone. Satine knew Qui-Gon in a way no one at the Jedi Temple ever could. She had spent a year living with him under the most difficult, life-altering circumstances, and had come away with a tender yet fierce loyalty that could only be matched by Kenobi’s. “Thank you,” he replied.
They carried on walking in companionable silence and arrived at the senate apartment complex in a few minutes. As they approached the door Obi-Wan hesitated.
“You think it imprudent to be seen escorting me in?” Satine questioned.
“Perhaps,” the Jedi replied, secretly more concerned that if he escorted the Duchess in, he would merely be providing more opportunities for them to further wound each other. He wished their encounter to end on a pleasant note. “It is very late.”
“Indeed,” Satine replied. “I’m tired and I must rise earlier than I wish.”
He noticed that she did not release her hold on his arm.
“You’re leaving for Mandalore in the morning?”
“Yes.”
Though neither wanted to admit it out loud, they both knew this could be their final meeting. The last time they parted ways, nearly fifteen years passed before their paths crossed again by chance. Something seemed to twist up inside Obi-Wan’s muscles, as though he couldn’t bring himself to take another step in any direction. How could he let her go again? Without a word he looked down into her pale blue eyes.
His expression made everything clear to Satine. They both accepted this could cause more pain than pleasure, but they both knew there were too many things that remained unsaid between them. Silently understanding him, she took Obi-Wan by the hand and led him inside.
——————–
Draboon
Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and Satine met for breakfast every morning, and at least one of the Jedi always accompanied her throughout the day. Living in the Temple of the Whills provided them with a desperately needed respite where they were able to escape the anxiety caused by constantly being hunted. Instead, they spent their time more as friends rather than as Duchess and bodyguards. One evening they all went down to the shore where Satine and Qui-Gon sat on a pile of rocks while Obi-Wan began a new training regimen designed to increase his endurance. The young Jedi stripped down to just his leggings and went several yards away to the water’s edge.
“He’s going to freeze, Qui-Gon.” The crisp evening air was so cold Satine’s breath came out in smoky puffs when she spoke. “At least let him have his boots.”
“Trust me, my dear, he will not be cold for long.”
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Another Star Wars sketch! As soon as my friend said “low light” for the next prompt my mind immediately sprang to those martial arts movies where they train against the setting sun. And because I’m still drawing all things Obi-Wan, this happened. With Obi-Wan being a practitioner of the Alchaka meditations (as written in the Wild Space novel), I figured it’s something he’d pass on to Anakin. So here we have Anakin in the background, sort of spastic still, and Obi-Wan standing on one hand with the ease that comes with years of training.
So I finally got around to finishing this clip from the Harry Potter Order of the Phoenix audiobook. A lot of people requested Umbridge getting the verbal smack down from Mcgonagall, and I was so eager to animate this. And then half way through, I just stopped. I lost all fire to work, and didn’t want to even look at the scene anymore. But yesterday, I sat down at my computer and did all the animation for mcgonagall in one fell swoop. So... cool.
I feel as if i was conned… they baited women into liking Star Wars with Rey being the perfect cinderella heroine.
Then they continued the baiting with having more and more women as main characters in supplemental material too and I loved reading all of it.
Jyn in Rogue One, Leia - Bloodlines, Phasma novel, Vi Moradi in Black Spire…
They released straight up romance novels (Lost Stars, A Crash of Fate) and coming of age stories about young girls (Leia princess of Alderaan, Most Wanted - Qira, Rebel Rising - Jyn, Ahsoka, Queen’s Shadow series - Padmé).
I don’t even know what to say about the Women of the Galaxy book that came out a few months back…. It was clearly supposed to be an invitation for women, presentation of what Star Wars is to them now and a promise of equality and respect in the future.
And then they took Rey and made the worst caricature out of her. She was supposed to be someone girls and women could emphatise with and live the story through her eyes…. Live out their heroine’s journey. And instead they made her to be a man’s fantasy, stripping her of her agency, desires, personality, and soul.
Watching this movie felt like being reminded of what is my place in this world instead of bringing me hope that I am a valued human being.
I can either be Rey, a daughter of someone special, without desires, sex and romance, because I have to remain a child for the rest of my days.
Or I can be Leia, a mother which will only bring me heartbreak and suffering, I will be made into CGI robot without feelings and the only way to be relieved of the pain is when I marry my twin brother in the afterlife.
Or I can be Rose, I can dare to fight for change, I can take charge and kiss the boy I like, I can work hard for my education, I can attempt to have it all… up until a point. Up until someone notices. And when people notice that woman is doing these things, that she has her own goals and they are withing her reach, it will be made sure she gets a condescending clap on the back, 1 minute of screentime, and she will be pushed to be less than a backround character, so a man who is a friend of the director and only got the role because of a bet on a sportsteam can take the spotlight.
Underrated Space fam
((Anti-Mace comments will be ignored, Mace is now a space-grandpa))
inspired by x
a redraw in honor of atla
I really wanted to animate one of these scenes where Ron and Harry are goofing off, because I think it’s interactions like these that make the books fun.
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„On the road to hell there was a railroad line”
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It's the Order66neverhappened AU!!!! So I had this idea for the clones that after the war and Palps' death the clones kept serving the republic but with other mansions, like humanitarian missions to provide aid to civilians etc (pretty much whatever the military does except for war? I can't explain myself very well fjskfjd i'm sorry) But they can also retire and live a well deserved normal life if they want, let's just say they are finally treated like individual humans and not numbers 😭 And I had this concept of an official ceremony uniform because I love uniforms, so I tried to come up with a decent design even tho i have ZERO knowledge of military ranks and It was hell so please forgive me if It looks horrible!!! I tried to mix the design of the US Navy, star trek and Imperials uniforms with each clone's personalized decorations fjskdj please have mercy I'm so embarassed but I tried my best, I really did 😔
+ bonus concept sketches!!!!
war veterans
Les Miserables - but it’s wild west, and the entire thing is 2 men chasing after each other on horseback forever.
I love them
‘Would anything make you kill him?’
'If he was no longer worth killing for. If he abandoned me.’
'You’d destroy yourself killing him, you know.'
'If I ever have reason to kill him, I assume my world will have already been destroyed anyway.’
- 'Hypocritic Oath’, by Yesac.
Happy May the Fourth! | by Columbo
You capture Maul. I’ll take care of Grievous. With any luck, this will all be over soon. Master Kenobi always said there’s no such thing as luck. Good thing I taught you otherwise.
Anakin… Good luck.
you’re in his dms, I’m rejecting him because of his attitude towards my family and the honorable Mr. Whickham, unaware that the motivations for his actions are largely founded and his feelings for me are strong enough for him to change and fix his mistakes. We are not the same.
Illustrations for Manacled by @senlinyuwrites This was such a compelling and heartbreaking story! Thanks so much for writing and sharing it!
Carly Simon writing You’re So Vain about such a specific man, yet including the line “you probably think this song is about you” so that if he took it personally he would prove her point? Unparalleled power move
good omens but every time aziraphale gets tempted by crowley, mamma mia! by abba plays
Mamma Mia lineup for character design class!
My home will be a home with no loud anger, no explosive rage, no slamming doors or breaking glass, no name calling, shaming or blackmail. My home will be gentle, it will be warm. It will keep my loved ones safe. No fear, no hurt and no worries.
Since these are apparently the new Thing and y’all know I can’t resist a trend:
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one fairly common experience of gifted children is wishing for pain. wishing you had some great big horrible thing in your past so that you can justify the pain you’re in, and so that you’ll deserve help. it’s exhausting and it fucks you up and to anyone out there who feels like they haven’t suffered enough to get help: you’re allowed to want help. you’re in enough pain. you deserve to feel better
Day 43: The Recruit seems to be adjusting well to the Resistance
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Inspired by the TRoS bloopers :)
Totally not giving into the impulse of redesigning the Avengers as teens....
I don’t know who this is, but he’s made my day.