EYES WITH FIRE, UNQUENCHED BY PEACE

I'M LEFT IN THE DARK PONDERING MY MISTAKES IN THE LIGHT I SWEAR I WILL independent. selective. private FALLEN! OBI-WAN KENOBI from Star Wars legends & disney canon. fall begins at Lawless Arc in The Clone Wars DENY IT ALL oc & multi-muse friendly || rapid fire friendly || crossover friendly || relative & dupe friendly (  loved by jaime ) blog est May 2026 // MAIN OBI-WAN BLOG

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independent. selective. private. & slow activity. FALLEN ! OBI-WAN KENOBI for George Lucas’s Star Wars, featuring an amalgam of Disney’s Canon and Legends.

TRIGGER & CONTENT WARNING: This blog explores dark themes regarding loss and grief. It may include subjects triggering for some individuals, such as graphic depictions of violence, intrusive thoughts, suicidal ideation, self-destructive tendencies, self-harm, drug use, and survivor’s guilt. The dark side is portrayed as a parasitic entity to Obi-Wan because he is a prisoner of his grief.  last post edit: 2 June 2026

RULES // ABOUT // VERSES // TAGS. // CHARACTER STUDY. PLOT & INTERACTION GUIDE // THREAD TRACKER.

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Some questions to get to know the Mun behind the blog better!

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What is the most recent movie you've seen?

What's a favorite movie from your childhood?

If you could be any mythological creature, what would you be and why?

What is the most recent concert you've been to? If you've never been to a concert, who would you like to see perform?

If you were to start watching a new show, which one would you choose to watch?

Have you ever had (or do you have) a question you're afraid to ask because you think you know the answer to it, and it isn't what you want to hear?

What's one thing you're interested in that most people who know you might not know?

If a genie gave you three wishes, what would you wish for?

What's one bad habit that was hard for you to give up?

What has been the most difficult thing you've had to learn to do?

Have you ever had a first impression of someone that turned out to be wrong?

What's one book you've read that you would say has greatly impacted your life?

What's one thing you would choose to never experience again if you could?

Who is a person, or a group of people, you feel like you understand now better than you used to?

Do you think honesty really is the best policy?

What app on your phone could you not live without?

If your life were a movie, what song or type of music would play during the opening credits?

If you had to choose one, which TV show character stereotype would you fit into?

What is your least favorite word in the English language?

What's one current fad that you just can't wait to see go out of style?

What modern invention, app, or technology do you see as your biggest time saver?

If you had to dye your hair a different shade or color, what would you choose?

Pretend you magically never had to do any more housework of any kind. Are there any tasks you would honestly miss?

What's one fictional character you've found yourself relating to very well?

What's one of your pet peeves?

What is your least favorite holiday?

If you had to write a book, what would it be about?

Do you have any childhood heroes that aren't your heroes anymore? If so, why aren't they?

Do you ever talk to yourself? What do you talk about?

Do you consider yourself more of an introvert or an extrovert?

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It was just as much intriguing as it was distracting. painfully aware and lost within it all at once. the way the force thrummed beneath her skin and swirled within and around her. It had been so long since she’d gotten so irresponsible like this, the feeling almost lost on her while she toyed with the blaster on her hip. but time seemed to slow down, moments moving in differing paces. It made her miss his reaction entirely, glancing up just in time for bron’ig’s face to have been pushed right up in hers, his hand on top of her own, faster than she could process.

oh—

that sobered her up for a whole two seconds, face flushing while she focused on his pretty features, the force buzzing—no, almost burning around him. she could almost see it. strength and something that was hard to see because of how dark it was in here. but maybe that’s what it was. something dark. but not in a way that felt horrifying beyond belief. she wanted to reach out to it. maybe just—a bit too close and it felt like a thousand tendrils reached for you, their cries and—she pulled back. it made her eyes go round for a brief moment—the feeling of too much alcohol in her system weighing her down once more. forgetting all about it.

eyelids grew heavy while she sat there with her and her drink and what was left of her thoughts, giving him a wide smirk when a small chuckle from him erupted the silence between them. was he just as drunk, too? surely not.

eris gave a heavy sigh at the thought of having to use the weapon and train with it, picking up her drink once more. he was probably right. but her brain was taking it as he demanded it. “ …if you insist. “ giving another sip. more than halfway done. everything sounded like white noise and voices that she wasn’t sure were actually there or not. but she was having fun. was it fun? or did it just feel like she was being spun around? or was everything spinning around her? like some sort of sun.

but now it was her turn to laugh. she gave a lopsided grin before she giggled, throwing her head back in a lazy manner with another heavy exhale. even though it probably wasn’t meant to be funny. “ oh everyone is so afraid to be wrong. “

body pressed back against the booth as much as it could, rolling her head to the side for her eyes to glance over him for a brief moment. smile melted into something soft, thinking on how kind it really was for him to bring her here. attention moved back to her drink, freehand moving to press on her chest so she could encourage herself to finish it. one large sip, brows furrowed while she swallowed, one more, something close to a whimper signaling that she had done it. finished her second drink. sweet and burning and a lot all at once.

blowing what felt like fire out from her throat, hands raised to adjust and tug at her hood, that sweet smile returning at his question. “ hmmm…something like that. “ yes. the man allowed her to rent the space above his business. an ugnaught who only asked that she come help where she could. something about her face being good for business. though he couldn’t understand why she wanted such a small run down space.

he made some sort of bread. and then something illegal behind that. she just wasn’t sure what. nor was she trying to find out.

elbow shifted back onto the table top, holding her forehead in her hand while she closed her eyes for a brief moment, attempting to stop the feeling. like she were going to float out of sync.

if she weren’t drunk—his question wouldn’t be so funny. but because she was—-hand moved to cover her mouth, shifting her head to look at him with knitted brows, shoulders vibrating with the force of her muffled laugh.

“ can you imagine—telling ME that—if I really WERE home? “ telling a queen she had WORK in the morning. yes indeed. many responsibilities.

but maybe the humor in it was to shield how that hurt her. how much she yearned to be home. “ no—but you’re right. “ eris grunted softly in the middle of her sentence while she pushed herself up, feet unsteady beneath her. something told her she should probably keep hold of the table unless she wanted to fall.

“ mister yip asks that I make an appearance and I just stand there like this, look— “ eris beamed with such innocence, giving a small wave with her freehand, emulating how she greeted customers.

“ it’s quite demeaning, actually. I don’t think I’ve ever been so insulted in my life….. but that’s our trade off. “ giving a comically heavy full body nod that almost sent her face first into the table.

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Bron'ig's eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head, "I'm not insisting, just advising," he shrugged his shoulders. Then again, the man wondered if perhaps it was a bad idea. The shooting ranges around would no doubt have questionable characters. It could potentially put her in more danger than if she had no weapon at all. "On second thought," Bron'ig sighed, "perhaps just find a trusted friend to teach you."

As he nursed his second drink, he once again watched her lazily. Blue eyes were traveling all over her form, and taking in the way her movements became languid and relaxed. Her smile was incredibly kind, with eyes akin to the crystalline pools of the Room of a Thousand Fountains.

His eyes dropped to her chest briefly as her hand rested there before she braved another sip. It pulled attention to the delicacy of her hands, the gentleness of her skin. And the whimper.

Objectively, she was absolutely intoxicatingly beautiful.

But she was also sheltered and seemingly naive. As Eris shifted, so did Bron'ig's thoughts, focusing more on her level of inebriation than her enticing demeanor. He leaned in a bit, making sure that she wasn't asleep, but then she laughed, and Bron'ig found himself startled.

What was wrong with him?

What was wrong with her?

Oh, she was having a breakdown. Eyebrows knit together in pitied concern rather than frustration. Yes, it absolutely was time for Eris to leave and go to bed. He could have responded because, yes, once upon a time, he had spoken to a Duchess like that. He argued with a 14-year-old queen when he was just a young lad. And that was when he had manners.

Instead, he remained silent, allowing Eris to have her thoughts and whatever journey they brought her on. He was feeling much more relaxed now that he was on his second drink and his second deathstick. The buzz of the Force felt more like dipping into tepid water: no real change in temperature, but it was a soothing wet floating feeling along his skin.

Bron'ig straightened, hands carefully raised to catch her in case she lost her balance and crumbled back into their booth. His lips quirked in a ghost of a smile at her innocent smile, but it then fell as he realized the implications of her job. It was demeaning, but at least it was not the worst that could be asked of her out here, he supposed.

"Yes, quite demeaning," he nodded, standing up. There was a time in his life when he would pose for photoshoots and interviews; he was the face of a war at one point. People often wanted holopics when he was on Coruscant; it was quite demeaning as a Jedi Master.

Eyes widened at her nearly toppling over. "Alright, time to go," Bron'ig instructed with a commanding, authoritative tone. Carefully, his helmet was clipped to his side, deathstick placed between his lips, and he slid from the booth, waiting for her to follow suit so he could walk behind her.

Absent mindedly, as she passed, a hand came to her upper back, gently guiding her before gently settling on her shoulder, steering Eris in the direction of the exit.

Leaning down, he brought his mouth close to her ear so that she could hear him over the growing music and chatter of patrons. "I don't know where you live, dear. You're going to have to lead the way, but I will make sure we get there in one piece." With that said Bron'ig pulled back, inhaled intentionally with the deathstick, and then removed it from his mouth.

Thankfully, it was nearly gone, so he just tossed it to the ground as he walked, unclipped his helmet, and placed it over his head as he sank himself into the Force again.

( WELCOME BACK )

It welcomed him with open arms; the viscous tendrils of the dark side wrapping around his chest and curling around the base of his skull, sending a cooling sensation. It gave him the shivers and thrummed under his body all at once, absentmindedly, his hand squeezed Eris's shoulders as he felt his eyes burn with the power as the alcohol purged his system.

In a powerful pulse of the dark side, he sent feelings of fear, unease, danger, don't look, and go away in the Force. He wasn't quite sure if it would affect Eris, too, so he carefully tried to redirect it away from her after a moment of concentration. She had impressive shielding, but she was also incredibly inebriated, and the last thing he needed was to send her into a state of fear.

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"I can feel it in my bones — something's coming, something big. || @vizslajetii

It had been a long time since Obi-Wan had last seen Tarre. So much had happened not only personally, but galaxy-wide. The world as they knew it when they first met no longer existed.

It was not often that he found himself face to face with someone who knew him before he became....Bron'ig, as he called himself now. His eyebrows twitched with irritation as the dark curled around his chest at his unease.

( HE KNOWS )

( HE CAN TELL HOW FAR YOU HAVE FALLEN )

Shaking his head minusculely, Obi-Wan tried to get the thoughts to will away as the panic in his chest grew. The buzzing under his skin grew, and thankfully, it was Tarre's words that pulled Obi-Wan back to the present and allowed him to reign in the Force once more.

No time for pondering Force sensitives, presences, or bounties. They had worked together before; they had not fought when he was a Jedi. Perhaps they could work together again, despite his... darker tendencies.

Like a cord snapping taught, he sent out a dark contemplative wave through the Force searching for sorrow, despair, pain, grief, anything. Closing his eyes, Bron'ig stretched the tendrils weaving and wading through everything around him, so desperately ignoring the bright, warm beacon in the Force behind him.

It made him itch, as if he wanted to physically walk away from it. He didn't know how he felt about that. Nothing. He decided.

And there it was, the thread of anger that sat on his tongue like the salt of frustrated blood, sweat, and tears.

( BE READY. THEY ARE HERE. )

Lips curled into a smirk as blue eyes, glowing gold, opened, then turned back blue. "At least 12, after this, I would love to know who you pissed off," he flashed a grin at his companion. The dark side and light side was none of his companions, nor Bron'ig's concerns anymore for that matter, why should he care?

( EXACTLY. )

( NO JEDI ORDER ANYMORE )

( NO RULES )

( WHO CARES )

The galaxy was already so fucked up. Why couldn't he have fun, finally, for once?

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PSYCHE & MUTTERING TO HIMSELF

Depending on where Bron'ig is in his Dark Side journey, he often mutters to himself. The Dark Side is often his only companion (until he gets his droid companion) and often has conversations with him, as it manifests as a parasitic entity.

When Obi-Wan first fell, because he was so mentally scarred, the Dark Side was physically tearing into his psyche and his brain. It was painful and excruciating, which is why, in the beginning, the pain is written on his face in painful flinches and sometimes even clutching his head as he was barraged with the painful memories and intrusive thoughts.

About a month into this, the scars on his brain and psyche start to heal, but are never quite the same. Bron'ig has found a balance with the darkness within him to respond to the thoughts in a mutter. Most people would think he's just talking to himself or just muttering a thought, but if you're around him for extended periods of time, it becomes clear that he's sometimes having a conversation with someone. He doesn't quite realize that he's doing it at times.

Around a year into his fall is when he acquires his droid, and he starts talking more to his droid and less to the Dark Side. The longer he is alone, the more reclusive and awkward he becomes around people, less sure of himself when interacting with them. When alone, though, he can still be found muttering to himself sometimes when stressed or going through emotional turmoil.

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verses tags

vi. ‘ i've always been dark. with light somewhere in the distance ’ ┈ « bron'ig / main. » vi. ‘ the one thing you've wanted all your life. it's all mine. ┈ « obi-wan / separatist. »

vi. ‘ across the universe. ┈ « bron'ig / crossover. »

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managed to get some replies done and queued on GRIEFDESTINED & CINDEREDGRIEF :) Just a few drafts in both, I think I'm finally at single digits, so I will be signing off for the night! Feel free to ask for my discord if you want to plot with either Obi's

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You think you’re so much better than me, don’t you? || @moonoflego (anakin)

The colossal eyeroll that Obi-Wan gave his previous apprentice was devastating. It was not often since his fall that Obi-Wan felt FURY; that emotion was most often swallowed by his grief. But to see Anakin standing before him with that attitude, the attitude that Obi-Wan just couldn't seem to get rid of, made the fallen Jedi absolutely livid.

It vibrated under his skin, burned behind his eyes, and pounded in his ears. Obi-Wan felt like he was going to explode with how much everything HURT. He fought the urge to curl in on himself, protect himself from whatever pain he seemed to be soaking in around him like a vacuum; it just grew and grew until he could do nothing but scream.

The sound that tore from him was deep, guttural, and pained. Full of years of repression and the weight of carrying it all. It was too much, and the once eloquently spoken man simply screamed, shoulders heaving against the weight of gravity pushing him down.

It was oppressive, it was overbearing. It hurt.

"Why is everything about you, Anakin?" finally punched out of him in a painful, angry plea. "Everything I do is about you. Can I not exist outside of Anakin Skywalker, outside of training the Chosen One for just a moment?" The confession was ripped from the deepest part of him as he felt the tears stream down his face.

Obi-Wan was never truly jealous of Anakin or resentful. But sometimes, he lived in the shadow of a large tree that had been planted before he could truly bloom. Are the words truly his, or are they just the dark side twisting his own thoughts? He doesn't even know anymore. Everything hurt; it was too much. Obi-Wan just needed to breathe, to think.

He felt so alone.

( YOU ARE ALONE. )

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the more he let slip, the more she was able to put together pieces of a bigger picture. he had already seen slavery, such tortures and war by then. and yet she had met him probably sometime just after that. and he was still kind. the corner of her mouth twitched to comment specifically on that, but she held back.

obi wan was still in there, even if he didn’t see it. another sip of her drink was taken, carrying on with determination to finish this so she could have another.

yet he seemed so sure—that there was absolutely nothing. eyes lit up that he actually had playfully went back and forth with her, giving him a tight lipped smile in acceptance. fine. just the trees. but only because he looked so warm with that foreign uptwitch of his lips on his face. someone that felt much like what once was. just as she thought.

It felt a tad relieving that anyone that had anything to do with the empire wouldn’t grow roots here. perhaps this would be somewhere she could stay for a while. shoulders seemed to further relax at that bit of information, eyes trailing down in thought while she gave him a curt nod. maybe it was time to think about what she’d spend her time really doing, then.

the sound of the metal blaster moving on the table made her gaze flicker back up to his, catching the way he was about to remove his gloves. my…. why did that feel so intimate? surely it was the loneliness painting that picture. eris’s torso was still somewhat twisted to face him, slowly sliding her elbow off the table when he reached toward her waist, taking a quiet inhale and holding it. heartbeat even felt like it stopped with her, wanting complete silence, as if his touch could speak.

eyes rounded while they flickered from his busy hands gently pulling and twisting the fabric around the metal ring, to how close his face was to hers. cheeks felt hot, attempting to swallow the heat that had risen and spread within her chest. to have such attentive hands remember her. starved for connection—she couldn’t help but look right at his lowered gaze, now that she were close enough to really look at them. since every time they looked directly at her, he was too far away. emotionally, anyway. she yearned to rip him wide open and translate all the writing on the walls. taking the time to read each ripple and tear within his irises, she could feel the blaster becoming snugly attached to her hip, heart doing the internal screaming by hammering in her chest. at some point her hands had curled into fists, holding tight against the sides of her skirt.

it seemed like he forgot himself, though. where he was or what exactly he was really doing. falling back into a familiar habit. her face read nothing hostile, just a doe eyed stare that patiently waited for his next move—to gently meet him there.

bron’ig slightly jolted back then, eris didn’t. when he turned away to grab his death stick with a trembling hand, she released the breath she’d been holding, keeping her posture tight. when he seemed to relax, she did as well, picking up her drink to take a rather ungraceful gulp, giving him a nod from behind her hand to cover her mouth from the sight. brows furrowed while she dealt with the aftermath of the burn, exhaling to release it, adjusting her hood.

“ just another one of these or something…stronger would be perfect, thank you. “ she definitely had no appetite after the events of today. especially right now. though after that drink she’d most likely be done for the evening. helmet sliding back over his head once more.

but then he stopped. she tilted her head at the singular word that came out of his mouth, but bron’ig stepped on, disregarding it completely. half of a thought forming. but no, he probably didn’t care about that. not like she was going to anyways.

eris seemed perplexed, eyes glued to the back of his head while the person she’d pulled out from the depths—pulled right back in. giving a heavy sigh, she leaned back to rest against the booth, gathering her thoughts while he gathered their drinks and whatever else he might grab for himself.

when he returned, eris gave him a quick smile, a pleased hum following when she brought her lips toward it to take the first sip. eyes screwed shut and her hand raised to clutch at the fabric over her chest, moving her head to the side. “ oh you really delivered— !“ she struggled to get the words out, finally opening one eye at a time. it was indeed strong.

she could do this, though. the first initial burn was always the worst. biting down on her lower lip, she hesitated before she opened up to take another swig, a slightly larger amount this time to get through her drink. setting it down, hand patted at her chest, giggling at herself breathlessly.

“ don’t look at me like I’m so pathetic. If I were to find a tree—I’m telling you. “ grinning wildly while she shook her head. she gave a moment for it all to settle before she tucked her hair behind her ears from underneath her hood, hands strumming on the table top. “ mmmm…. what you were saying earlier—about people changing. “ twisting her lips. “ I think I disagree with that. “

hands folded in her lap, lifting her chin as if her opinion was very important to share. or perhaps she was getting way past a buzz.

“ you’re still you. no matter what. no one or no-THING can ever take that away. and when you peel off allllll the layers? the same heart’s still there. “ she gave him a tight lipped smile, beaming. right? right.

“ and I think being around you has made me better than I already am. I’m most definitely going to have a huge hangover— “ eris lightly patted her bag, proud of her fruit purchase from earlier. “ and in hindsight I bought something perfect to deal with it. “ blaming it on a force ability. full circle. how fun.

eris dared to go back in for another, another hand on her chest while she groaned behind closed lips, feeling it all the way down. the hand on her chest slid down her form to the blaster, hand tracing over it while she finally opened her eyes.

“ ….you know, I’ve never held a weapon before. “ lowering her head to examine it more. “ quite frankly—-I’m afraid. but it’s a little too late for that, isn’t it? “

she was on her own now. it was probably crucial she owned one if she was planning to stay alive. chin lifted to have bron’ig in her line of sight again, elbow returning to the table to rest her chin on the back of her hand.

“ alllll this fighting…..when we could just come to a cantina——and have a drink. “ giving a sour face, the drink very clearly hitting her now. solving galaxy peace one idea at a time.

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Finally back at the bar, and away from Eris for the time being, Bron'ig felt like he could finally breathe. As the bartender was helping another customer, he rested his elbows on the counter and hung his head slightly, taking a deep breath, attempting to center himself in the Force.

Everything felt off and confusing. It was buzzing around him in a way that felt simultaneously out of reach and within his grasp. Deep down, he knew if he really needed it - life or death - he would be able to pull on it as easily as drinking water. Now, it felt weird, unlike the dark that normally flowed around him.

( DON'T YOU HATE IT )

A jolt as the whisper caressed his ear. Relief washed through his body as the dark side brushed against him again, embracing him once more. It had become a comfort over the years, the only true companion through it all. He turned his attention back to Eris. Checking up on her? No. Definitely not. Just...making sure she didn't see his weakness.

( SHE'S ALREADY SEEN ENOUGH )

Bron'ig's head snapped back as the bartender approached him. He ordered another Corellian, a shot for himself, another deathstick, and a Mythosaur for Eris. Her drink was a bright yellow that had his eyebrows scrunching at the sugar headache it would undoubtedly bring to its consumer. Whatever, not his hangover.

Upon returning to their booth, he set her drink in front of her, then carefully set down his own items. For a moment, he just stood there watching her reaction. Why? Deep down, he knew it was because if she didn't like it, he would get her another one.

( THAT'S NOT WHO YOU ARE ANYMORE )

He slipped into the booth next to her and removed his helmet, glancing her way with a concerned look as she spoke. Lightweight indeed, judging by the slight way she swayed, and the Force buzzed around her, responding to her own buzz, she most likely felt under her skin from alcohol and untrained powers.

( SEE HER POTENTIAL )

( SEE HOW SHE DROWNS HER PAIN )

"You disagree," he questioned, a look of amused disbelief on his expression until it's wiped from existence in the blink of an eye.

The same heart's still there?

The buzzing exploded as he froze, mentally imploding. The small spark that began twinkling in his eye with each moment spent with Eris vanished. Obi-Wan was frozen for a moment, waiting for the onslaught of pain and sorrow, but found none. Instead, he felt just cold, chills, and emptiness.

Eris pulled a fruit out of her bag, and it was just enough movement to pull him out of his thoughts as he mentally caught up to what she said. His instinct was to tell her about using the Force to rid the effects of alcohol, but she was not in the mindset for instruction.

And neither was he.

Without a word, he turned to his shot and downed it quickly before chasing it with a large gulp of his drink. Out of the corner of his eye, Bron'ig noticed her take another sip and busied himself with preparing his next deathstick.

It was a horrible habit, one he used to admonish people for. Of course, it wasn't as effective or addictive to him because of the Force. But he found that it tended to quiet things down a little. And who would admonish him now anyway?

As fast as lightning, his hand shot out and caught hers as she caressed her blaster. Another person, another day, different circumstances, her drunk actions could have been considered almost erotic: the way her hand trailed from her chest to her blaster as she groaned at the sweetness of the drink. Bron'ig was more concerned with safety.

Without a word, he carefully brushed aside her thumb and pushed the safety back into place. His eyes flicked back up to her as he quickly retreated his hand and took a long drag of his deathstick. At his core, he was berating himself for manhandling her so much, but she felt like such a lost puppy he couldn't help himself.

( ANOTHER PATHETIC LIFE FORM )

While normally the whispers of the dark side would be painful, this one was so ironic that he couldn't help but laugh, which bubbled out of his lips.

"Yes, that is very evident." Bron'ig finally responded. "You might want to look into shooting ranges around here." Don't offer to teach her. Just have this drink with her and then let her on her way. But that tugging at his chest was just too difficult to ignore. Dark side, light side, he didn't care. It was the Force screaming at him.

He was always a rebellious one, though.

"If only it were that easy, people don't like to listen. If they listen, then they could be wrong. Force forbid that," he murmured, a bitter edge to his voice, looking at the people around them. The people at the very edge of the galaxy because the defenders of peace failed. The very people whose job was to essentially have a drink and talk it over were all gone.

Bron'ig took another large gulp of his drink and leaned back. His hand found his lightsaber, idly tracing patterns into the hilt as he watched the people around him. A shot, a deathstick and a half, and a drink and a half, and finally, he was feeling something. Well, more like feeling less since that was his desired effect. Lazily lolling his head to the side, his eyes focused on the woman at his side.

To trust a stranger, a dark user, so readily, absolutely baffled him. It also slightly concerned him. But maybe she had a point. If he truly was well and gone, then would they even be having a drink? The thought unsettled him. She unsettled him. If only he could remember what she felt like in the Force all those years ago.

"Maybe you should go home, don't you have work in the morning?" he blurted out. Why? To get away from her? Because she was already halfway into the next day? A hit. "And I don't mean your planet just... bed," Bron'ig finished lamely, giving her a side eye.

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hitting 1,000 words on a single reply as if im getting paid for this genuinely what is wrong with me

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was hoping to be around today but i fell very ill this morning with what i suspect is food poisoning and i still feel horrible. I’ll be lurking on mobile and discord but im not gonna get anything done today my apologies

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independent. selective. private. & slow activity. FALLEN! OBI-WAN KENOBI for George Lucas’s Star Wars, featuring an amalgam of Disney’s Canon and legends, featuring original lore for the planet Stewjon

( loved and lamented by jaime )

TRIGGER & CONTENT WARNING: This blog explores dark themes regarding loss and grief. It may include subjects triggering for some individuals, such as graphic depictions of violence, intrusive thoughts, suicidal ideation, self-destructive tendencies, self-harm, drug use, and survivor’s guilt. The dark side is portrayed as a parasitic entity to Obi-Wan because he is a prisoner of his grief.  last post edit: 1 June 2026

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so incredibly ill today no idea if I’ll be on

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SELECTIVE MUTISM (AS A RESPONSE TO PTSD)

           Let’s talk about Obi-Wan’s selective mutism. Now, this isn't something that cropped up intentionally; it simply developed during my time of writing, which I believe is super important. We all know Obi-Wan has a LOT of feelings and is very emotional, especially now that he has fallen; there is a lot less emotional control.

The Jedi were very emotionally repressed, at least during the Clone Wars. They didn't teach proper emotional manners. They’re taught to acknowledge it and then let it go. But what happens if there’s just so much that it’s overwhelming? They feel ashamed and like failures. Well, at least Obi-Wan does. 

Because he’s supposed to be able to let it go, isn’t he? 

Regarding the dark side, Obi-Wan usually has two different responses. The first, complete, encompassing grief that feels like a dark void that pulls all sorrow from the galaxy around him. These are his emotional moments where, in the beginning, he blacks out. The dark side essentially takes over.

The other side is a complete shutdown. Obi-Wan suppresses. He suppresses and suppresses until it becomes too much, and he just stops. Words no longer form on his tongue; his brain is sluggish, and for some reason, he just cannot get what he wants to say out, and he feels like a droid.

So he isolates.

Obi-Wan finds the deepest corner away from others, where he can pretend he’s meditating when all he really is doing is trying not to burst from the inside out. 

And then eventually those feelings go away. Not entirely, they just fade. His voice comes back, and he can feign being okay until another such instance arises. Is it healthy? No. But he was never really given any healthy alternatives.

edited & imported from GRIEFDESTINED 2 June 2026

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ALLERGIES

Obi-Wan is not entirely sure how many allergies he has - so far, he knows only two. Fortunately, the first allergy: HOI BROTH ( which is legend's canon through Matthew Stover’s Revenge of the Sith ) is an Aqualish soup that, while it is served at many places on Coruscant, including Dex’s Diner, is something that he can easily steer away from. Though much to his horror, he discovered his allergy while on a mission on the planet Ando when he was served the dish and had an allergic reaction to it, which nearly ended up in a HORRIFIC DIPLOMATIC INCIDENT. Anakin does not let him live that down.

His second allergy is not that easy to get around: CAF. It’s a little-known allergy that has given rise to the apparent idea that he’s obsessed with tea among his men, and even in the Temple. It is a harmless rumor that he has no problem letting it ruminate; it even ends up in a lot of gag gifts of tea. And don’t get him wrong, he really does enjoy tea. There is a small box of different mismatched teas that he’s picked up across the galaxy, but he’s not obsessed with it. It’s his way of getting caffeine that doesn’t result in anaphylactic shock. And as important as it is to let his men know that he’s actually allergic to their preferred method of obtaining energy, the gag has turned into a little inside joke among the 212th, and how can he take what little happiness they have away from them? 

edited & imported from GRIEFDESTINED 2 June 2026