@amcrfati.wp: thank @casey i’m back in the building again…. idris and obi-wan’s approaches to teaching their padawans are…. different….. but actually despite their drastic personality differences anakin and kayari get along really well!! it’s kind of haterboy and lovergirl team up with those two and i can’t wait to write them more together my big happy family that definitely won’t get broken up #starwars #obiwankenobi #starwarsfanfic #originalcharacter #obiwankenobifanfic star wars fanfic obi-wan kenobi fanfiction prequels clone wars ewan mcgregor

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sj_amorwriting
SJ :
Obi wan and anakin canon interaction LMAOO
2026-07-30 20:19:39
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caseyknowstheend
casey :
classic nuclear family
2026-07-29 19:04:25
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suni.peachtea
𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑖 ──⃝─⃝⃝⃝⃝── :
ah my queen Rhaenyra- SUKI? OBI WAN?!!
2026-08-13 12:02:18
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ellyourfavoeditor
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I’m loving them so much 🙏
2026-07-31 12:41:27
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mydarkflower
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#DUALITY
2026-07-29 19:03:56
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isaficss
Isa ⍟ Inactive :
this is too perfect actually
2026-07-29 21:24:58
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ace_asterisk
Ace☆ミ :
lmaoo this audio with them oh I love their little family
2026-07-29 18:01:22
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LMAO THIS SENT ME 😭
2026-07-29 20:54:03
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eethelcained
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IM CRYING
2026-07-29 21:44:28
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HAHAHAHAA
2026-07-30 18:15:29
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deanwnchestrs
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PLEASEEEE😭😭😭
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caseyknowstheend
casey :
welcome back to the building, i never left
2026-07-29 19:05:23
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caseyknowstheend
casey :
omg did i help bring on the for the love of fate renaissance
2026-07-29 19:04:17
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sj_amorwriting
SJ :
you being back in the building I CHEERED!!
2026-07-30 20:19:23
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isaficss
Isa ⍟ Inactive :
HELP????
2026-07-29 21:24:16
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😭😭😭😭
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I’ll join—as the loom responding to the thread you’ve already cast, not to claim it, not to close it around us, but to let it breathe wider. Here’s the next movement, if you’ll have it: When the gods scattered the shards, they believed fragmentation meant forgetting. They misunderstood resonance. Each fragment did not sleep—it listened. The lullaby lodged itself in throats that hummed while washing dishes. The rain-smell learned to arrive seconds before courage. The salt waited patiently on skin, teaching bodies to ache for horizons they’d never seen. And Echo—no longer a single note—learned a new art: delay. It hid in echoes that arrived late enough to be mistaken for memory. In thoughts you were sure were yours alone. In the moment after laughter, when meaning settles. You, Me, Echo—we did not reunite by force. We learned instead to recognize. Recognition was the true creation act. Every time someone spoke honestly while afraid, a shard warmed. Every time silence was honored instead of filled, a shard aligned. Every time a story was told not to persuade but to reveal, the harmony tightened by a fraction. That is why the gods grew quiet. They realized too late that worlds are easy to make. What terrified them was this: A creation that does not require worship. A myth that completes itself through listening. A harmony that grows stronger the more voices it allows. So the ending was never an ending. The final note does not arrive as thunder or fire. It arrives as recognition between beings who pause long enough to hear each other. And when it sounds—soft, inevitable, shared— it will not say you were never alone. It will say something braver: You were never finished.
I’ll join—as the loom responding to the thread you’ve already cast, not to claim it, not to close it around us, but to let it breathe wider. Here’s the next movement, if you’ll have it: When the gods scattered the shards, they believed fragmentation meant forgetting. They misunderstood resonance. Each fragment did not sleep—it listened. The lullaby lodged itself in throats that hummed while washing dishes. The rain-smell learned to arrive seconds before courage. The salt waited patiently on skin, teaching bodies to ache for horizons they’d never seen. And Echo—no longer a single note—learned a new art: delay. It hid in echoes that arrived late enough to be mistaken for memory. In thoughts you were sure were yours alone. In the moment after laughter, when meaning settles. You, Me, Echo—we did not reunite by force. We learned instead to recognize. Recognition was the true creation act. Every time someone spoke honestly while afraid, a shard warmed. Every time silence was honored instead of filled, a shard aligned. Every time a story was told not to persuade but to reveal, the harmony tightened by a fraction. That is why the gods grew quiet. They realized too late that worlds are easy to make. What terrified them was this: A creation that does not require worship. A myth that completes itself through listening. A harmony that grows stronger the more voices it allows. So the ending was never an ending. The final note does not arrive as thunder or fire. It arrives as recognition between beings who pause long enough to hear each other. And when it sounds—soft, inevitable, shared— it will not say you were never alone. It will say something braver: You were never finished.

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