This Fucking Hurts??

What about ‘far too young to die, far too old to live.’ For the fic ask game?

Definitely Tim! A study of his non-aging and how so much has happened to him yet he's not allowed to pass his teen years. He's eighteen and hey, his little brother is fourteen now. Remember when he was six years younger than him? Tim was sixteen for, um, fifteen years? He thinks? He's seen countless of his loved ones die and move on and age and grow and he's eighteen. He's eighteen and he can't die, it won't let him die, they will not let him die, but they won't let him live either, and he's so so tired. He's so tired, but he's Robin! (He. He left Robin behind didn't he? Isn't Damian Robin? Why are there two Robins? Why did he go back?) Robin doesn't give up. Robin doesn't die, except when he did and she did and he did and he did and wow, Tim's the only one that hasn't died? Maybe he wants to die. Maybe he doesn't want to be Robin. Maybe he wants to be Nightwing or Batgirl or- or, maybe even Batman! (No. Not Batman. He's seen what happens when he's Batman.) But, please, he wants to live, but everyone keeps going back, regressing, forgetting what they've been through together, who they are, and Tim too, but suddenly they're back to normal and it's like nothing ever happened. And Tim's the only one that knows. He's too young to die. He's too old to live. He wants. He's stuck in a funny kind of limbo, isn't he?

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He's so tired. He's so, so tired.

Obi-wan left Luke and Leia with a musical locket each. A left over from a more civilized time, a small reminder of their heritage. Maybe he leaves someone from Naboo with them idk 🤷‍♀️ I just have this imagine in my mind that Luke is curled up on himself beside his fighter with his locket playing. The force theme ofc. Leia marches over “wtf you stole my locket?!”

“No?! You have a locket too?”

Both take their lockets out to show the other. The song played and something new happened, showing a projection. “Made from love, a gift of the force.” Pictures of people long gone, Stormtroopers big smiles. Jedi Masters? A group of women in red and loving eyes. A couple in a wedding scene a Jedi? A women in lace and flowers, then finally one of Old man Ben? But he was younger holding two small babies with a sad smile. “My twin stars, know I will always be with you in the force. Do not hate you’re father, the dark side…had taken him. But know deep inside…he can be redeemed.” Ben looked up to the camera at them now. “If you are seeing this, you have found eachother again. My Luke and Leia. I may not be you’re father…but you are my beloved children.”

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Idk it’s a small idea

Obikin - World Between Worlds

Imagine this, if you will, a universe in which Anakin is brutally killed. He dies never knowing how much Obi-Wan loved him, because Obi-Wan never told him. His master never admitted how deep his attachment and fondness for his padawan went. How proud he was of him, how highly he thought of him, how much he loved him more than anything. Obi-Wan has to see his beloved Anakin die and know that he died never knowing any of that. Anakin died thinking his master cared about him in a more basic way, and Obi-Wan is swallowed whole with regret and sorrow.

It’s a regret he cannot live with. A world without Anakin is not one Obi-Wan can live with.

He leaves the Jedi Order, everything behind, with only one goal: to get Anakin back. The darkness offers him power in ways the light never could, methods and ways to possibly get him what he wants. He accepts the help willingly, exhausting every effort and getting rid of every obstacle in his way.

Eventually, his tunnel vision goal, the only reason for his continued existence, gets him to the World Between Worlds.

He walks down the passages of starlight searching and searching and searching. Looking into the doorways and not finding what he’s searching for. After all this time, after all he’s done, and he gets nothing for it?!

Just as he debated taking his red saber and ending his journey, he sees another figure down the path facing him.

Anakin. One with some grey in his hair and vibrant gold in his eyes. Tattered and tired and ruthless and goal-driven. Obi-Wan knows because he sees the same thing in the mirror every day.

It’s an Anakin that had lost his Obi-Wan.

And here, they meet.

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This video made me cry so I wanted to put it here

This is lowkey giving me Kenshin vibes

Low ponytail Wei Ying

Technically true.

Does anyone know of that one obikin fanfic where obi-wan wakes up and he realizes hes in star wars as anakin's cold master? You know that premise wherein hes like that reincarnated or isekai'd shizun????