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honestly im going to be surprised if this gets any notes, first of all, i am so goddamn sorry i havent written in ages, im like the worst i know.
so, first of all, i am super duper encouraging any star wars requests (and yk, if there are any sneaky life series smp requests in there i would cry with joy) for halloween, or for anything!!!!!!!!
ik, im the absolute worst, so here is my apology.
now, i want to know.
honestly im going to be surprised if this gets any notes, first of all, i am so goddamn sorry i havent written in ages, im like the worst i know.
so, first of all, i am super duper encouraging any star wars requests (and yk, if there are any sneaky life series smp requests in there i would cry with joy) for halloween, or for anything!!!!!!!!
ik, im the absolute worst, so here is my apology.
now, i want to know.
honestly im going to be surprised if this gets any notes, first of all, i am so goddamn sorry i havent written in ages, im like the worst i know.
so, first of all, i am super duper encouraging any star wars requests (and yk, if there are any sneaky life series smp requests in there i would cry with joy) for halloween, or for anything!!!!!!!!
ik, im the absolute worst, so here is my apology.
now, i want to know.
Hi there 👋,
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unfortunately i can not donate, but that doesnt meen i cant spread the word
its called @ jamie_poe_
without the space between the @ and user ofc
also yes this is self promoting
idc
From the one word prompt list: hiraeth
A/N: Hi, guys! I'm so so sorry I haven't been posting, like, at all, but y'all should have seen my schedule the past month, on addition to the fact I'm obsessed with Teen Wolf right now. shadowdragon, I'd just like to say, thank you so much for this request, I apologise for taking so long, and also apologise for the brutal feels ahead. I hope you enjoy, and as always please send requests guys! Oh, and also, please leave comments, I love them.
(divider by @saradika-graphics)
It had been seventy-two standard rotations since Order 66.
It had been seventy-two standard rotations since the fall of the Republic.
It had been seventy-two standard rotations since the rise of the Empire.
It had been seventy-two standard rotations since the massacre of the Jedi.
And, it had been seventy-two standard rotations since Obi-Wan’s family died.
He stared out at the lifeless sands of Tatooine, as he often did. Each breath he took was heavy and rasping against the abrasive, sandpaper-like feeling of the inside of his throat. Every sip of water did nothing to quench his thirst and pain.
Instead of the empty desert he saw the rolling rivers of lava, the tears falling from burning orange eyes, the sight of fire eating away at flesh. The scent of burning skin and hot, thick air choked him as he sat, suffocating him in the last memory of his brother. The words that his brother had wailed, driving a knife through him and twisting over and over and over, sinking deep into his blood like acid.
Obi-Wan placed his hands in the sand in front of him, splaying out his fingers and feeling the grains fill the gaps between his appendages. He attempted feebly to ground himself in the tan earth, but all he could hear was Anakin’s final screams. The hot air of Tatooine taunted him as a reminder of Mustafar.
Thoughts of Anakin always led to thoughts of Ahsoka. Oh, Ahsoka. So young, somewhere far away near Mandalore, lifeless. The absence of knowledge of what happened to the Togruta led to endless, haunting scenarios of her death.
Most of the time she was on the ship, just leaving Mandalore, and Rex had appeared behind her, pistols aimed at her head. She’d had one moment to turn and see his face, mumbling a weak; “Rex…?”, before the Clone emotionlessly blasted her in the head, leaving nothing but the mutilated corpse of a teenager behind.
Obi-Wan had had plenty of time to meditate - not with the Force, no, he’d pushed that away - and yet he could never convince himself of one, inevitable truth. It’s all my fault.
He thought of Qui-Gon, and how if only Obi-Wan had been trapped behind the rayshield all those years ago, maybe the Jedi would still be alive. If only he’d been impaled by Maul, then maybe Qui-Gon training Anakin would have steered the brunet away from the call of the dark side. He’d never quite forgiven himself for watching the light fade from his Master’s eyes, and this only made it worse.
He couldn’t even find it in him to feel betrayed by Anakin. Instead, he felt as though he’d betrayed him. After all, it was his fault. His training had failed Anakin. He’d failed Anakin. No amount of meditation would ever change that.
Nor could he blame Anakin. Instead he blamed himself. He thought of Ahsoka’s crippled, cold, dead body. His fault. He thought of the Younglings in the Temple, some not even old enough to walk. His fault. He thought of Aayla Secura, of Kit Fisto, of Ki-Adi Mundi. His fault. His fault. His fault.
Thousands of Jedi, dead, because he couldn’t teach one small boy what thousands of others lived by.
Yes, everything was his fault.
He longed for the days, early on in the war, when the three of them were on Coruscant. His family, safe, unscathed, happy. He thought of Ahsoka in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, her hands in the water as she watched the fish swim against her fingers, the way she’d giggled and laughed. He thought of Anakin, leaning against a tree trunk, finally content during their break from all the fighting, breathing so deeply Obi-Wan wondered momentarily if he was asleep.
He thought of all the other Jedi - many he’d never even met before - happily living their lives before the war. He thought of Younglings, huddling together in big groups to talk and running around corners, tumbling over their own feet before bouncing back up. He thought of Padawans hosting huge games of hide and seek, and tag in the Temple’s many rooms. He thought of young Knights, training together and helping each other through forms. He thought of Masters, discussing their Padawans’ journeys and looking after them.
He thought of home.
Oh, did he miss it.
He longed for the days when Anakin was young where they’d play holochess and discuss tactics, or when they’d explore different planets. He remembered one time when Anakin had found a plant he considered the most beautiful thing ever, and insisted on taking it back with them to the Temple. He remembered even at the end of the war, spotting the blossoming, colourful flowers in the Knight’s room.
Obi-Wan wished he could have met Ahsoka before the war, when life was easier, happier, better. He had similar times with Ahsoka, though a lot fewer. He thought of times where he’d found Ahsoka reading, and spent afternoons listening to her thoughts on the literature. He remembered how happy she was when learning, when training.
Obi-Wan felt a lot of hiraeth for his home that once was. He knew now that he could never return to that home, and all he could do was hope that one day, he’d find a new home.
He glanced to the side, spotting the little curved top of Owen and Beru’s farm, where little Luke Skywalker was somewhere inside. He smiled softly, anchoring himself against the tidal wave of memories to the thought of his brother’s child.
He’d do his best to ensure that Luke got his home, some place where he belonged. Obi-Wan wished he could show Luke the Temple, alive and warm with Jedi. But the Jedi were gone, and this was the new life for Force sensitive children - hidden, frightened, cursed.
He thought of Anakin and Ahsoka, side by side, laughing.
Yes, that was how he’d remember his family - the family he longed for, the family he harboured such deep, raw, hiraeth for. One day, he’d join them in another life. For now, he would make sure Luke found his home, his hiraeth.
A/N: So, yeah, I apologise, for that, but also, don't regret it. I hope you enjoyed though, and please send requests + leave comments!!! I love you all <3, stay safe.
(taglist: @skellymom, @techs-goggles9902, dm me if you wish to be added or removed)
FUCK
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SURVIVE
IT MAY ONLY BE AN HOUR
BUT THAT IS AN HOUR OF AO3 NONETHELESS
I dare you to write the most wholesome, amazing disaster trio fluff ever
A/N: Ayyy, thank you so much for the request, anon, I hope this lives up to your expectations. I apologise for how long it took me, I wanted to make it THE BEST that I could. Not sure how I went, to be honest. Anyway, please leave comments and send requests, it means a lot to me. And most importantly; ENJOY READING ! ! !
(divider by @saradika-graphics)
Darkness coated Ahsoka’s body in velvety contentment as she ducked and weaved through the brush and flora, relying on the hazy vision courtesy of her nocturnal ancestors as her guide. The forest was dark and would have been frightening, if not for the waterfall of giggles falling from her lips with every frequent glance behind her.
The first time Ahsoka had played hide and seek - or the first time she could remember - was a game with her Youngling clan. They’d been allowed a large area of the Temple to hide in, with certain restrictions with different rooms, but it had been wonderful. She’d climbed a pillar and hidden in a tiny corner between the top of the pillar and ceiling, and been one of the last found.
Requests you say... How about something with Ahsoka and Obi-Wan? I love their relationship : D
A/N: YEAHHHH BOIII I LOVE THIS DUO SO MUCH I LOVE THEM!!! TYSM FOR THE REQUEST KEBIIN, MY BESTEST OF FRIENDS, ILYSM. SEND REQUESTS GUYS PLEASE, I LOVE YOU ALL, ENJOY READING!!!
(divider by @saradika-graphics)
Two gulps of crisp morning air was how Ahsoka emerged from her tent, fingers tapping on the hilt of her lightsaber anxiously. Mornings on the campaign like this were what really hurt, the sun still hiding from view as the moons above beamed down. It was dark outside, but her Togruta blood meant her eyes adjusted quickly to their limited light.
Anakin was behind her, still in the tent, grumbling about something under his breath as he pulled on his boots. Neither of them was an early riser, but the war didn’t care about that.
if anyone has any requests for teen wolf or the clone wars send them im extremely bored and cant find the will to write unless someone requests it
she says as they shamelessly drop the link to their new teen wolf fic please read it im beggin u: here
please go read it its totally super cool and ive spent literally way too long writing it please
*breaks down sobbing* *sniffles* *hugs all of you individually* *wails* thank you so much i swear to god i love all of you
random thing but everyone go check out Flynn Gurry's music, ik hes on spotify but im not sure about anywhere else. hes an extremely underrated aussie artist, and i love his music. my personal favourite and the one i highly recommend checking out is 'Don't know love':
its honestly so beautiful
(edit: nvm guys i fixed it)
i keep all of my one shots in one doc and look:
the word count, finally hit 100,000 :D
