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for my ally is the FORCE. a luminous energy that binds all living things together. it surrounds us, penetrates us, & guides even the smallest of destinies through the darkness. yet even masters may falter. yet even legends may fail. the greatest teacher, failure is.
an independent & selective yoda from star wars canon following & legends friendly mun is 25+ & will only write with writers over 20 established. june 2026 penned by minnie please read guidelines before interacting
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........how the fuck does my asian household not have chopsticks..????
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not obiwans "BEST REGARDS AND FUCK OFF" im in actual tears
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new independent && headcanon heavy HOWL JENKINS PENDRAGON from HOWL's MOVING CASTLE drawing inspiration from book and movie canon. RATED M for mature. ( 21+ only please ) cursed by poppins.
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"HELP?" The word punched from him in an incredulous tone. Another piercing stab assaulted him behind his eyes, at the base of his skull, and Obi-Wan cried out, clutching at his head again. It hurt. Why was Yoda here? It hurt.
( GO AWAY. GO AWAY. GO AWAY. )
( MASTER KENOBI IS DEAD. )
The title hit like a stab to the heart as his breath was sucked out of his chest. All he could do was curl in on himself further and further as he continued to tremble and shake.
He could feel the oppressive cloud of the dark side swirling around him protectively, as if it were actively combating Yoda's light. It wanted him so badly and would not let go. The tendrils of the dark side curled around his neck, his wrists, his ankles, and he couldn't breathe.
Was he doing this to himself?
The ache in his chest opened again, and with it the vacuum began. He gasped and squirmed as he physically felt like his heart was slowly being torn from his chest. Body writhing, Obi-Wan gasped as the images played before his head. Horrible images of his own life, of others, of ones that never came to pass. All of the people he has lost. The people who have walked away. The people who would walk away.
At one point in his youth, Yoda had taught him how to hone his visions. A gift to be chosen to be a Seer, some told him. The dark side loved it too. At this point, what had been reality and what had not?
He didn't know.
Feeling a compulsion to look at Yoda, Obi-Wan was powerless to resist as jerkily his head turned to gaze at the former Grandmaster. The RAGE that flared deep within his abdomen, under his skin, and behind his eyes had a growl rising from within.
His eyes burned gold behind the tears that flowed freely into clenched teeth. Twisting in an unnatural way, Bron'ig started to rise, calling his lightsaber back to him.
"I've always been alone, Master Yoda. You yourself had to push Qui-Gon towards me, otherwise I wouldn't even be here." He laughed. It was cold. "No, I've known loneliness my whole life. This...this is what's right...What they deserve. The Jedi Order is gone. The Republic. None of it matters now," Bron'ig shrugged, motioning around them, "I'm just cleaning up the mess."
❝ push...? ❞ the word rested gently upon ancient lips, turned over with the same quiet care one might afford some weathered relic unearthed from forgotten ruins. confusion found no home within him, only sorrow, for memory had become a curious thing in the years since the temple's fall. grief polished certain moments until they gleamed brighter than stars, whilst others it buried beneath oceans too deep for even the force to stir.
his gaze wandered somewhere beyond smouldering stone & drifting ash, beyond blood soaked earth & broken steel, returning instead to polished corridors washed in morning light. there raced a child with sea blue eyes & untidy robes forever dusted with grease, forever carrying some half disassembled machine beneath one arm whilst offering the most innocent of smiles with the other. training remotes disappeared without explanation. engines found themselves rebuilt into curious little marvels no instructor had ever requested. librarians sighed. healers despaired. masters exchanged knowing glances whenever small footsteps hurried just a little too quickly through temple halls. then another face rose beside the first.
all sunlight & wildfire.
another impossible child who challenged every lesson before it had even finished being spoken, who met impossible odds with impossible certainty simply because the galaxy had dared suggest otherwise. different as moonlight was from flame they had seemed, yet alike they remained where it mattered most. stubborn hearts. restless minds. boys forever reaching beyond the horizon simply because it existed.
the faintest smile, fragile as frost upon spring blossoms, softened weathered features before fading once more beneath the weight of memory ❝ choose you, qui gon did. not because asked, he was. because seen, you were. within one stubborn little boy, hope enough for two, he found. after great sorrow had visited him… believe again, YOU taught him ❞
then came the words that hollowed even ancient bones.
THE JEDI ORDER IS GONE
silence answered.
not empty silence, but the sacred hush that lingers within ruined temples long after the prayers have ceased. within it echoed laughter now surrendered to eternity. tiny hands clasping training sabers for the first time. voices reciting the code beneath vaulted ceilings kissed by coruscant's morning sun. masters whose names now belonged only to memory. children whose futures had become starlight.
the old master's ears lowered almost imperceptibly. centuries had taught him that grief never lessened. it merely learned new names. still he stepped forward. the quiet rhythm of cane against shattered stone carried itself through both ruin & remembrance alike, until scarcely any distance remained between master & student.
❝ cleaning...? ❞ the ghost of warmth returned to ancient features, hidden carefully beneath immeasurable sorrow ❝ obi wan kenobi... negotiator of the republic. master of the jedi order. forever correcting one skywalker ... forever forgetting, i had not, another little kenobi once required much correcting himself. hmmm ? ❞ the words settled softly between them, almost tender in their familiarity ❝ cleaner, now you call yourself. strange, the stories grief teaches us to believe ... are they not, master kenobi? ❞
"This might just be the most important mission of my life. I won't breathe a word to anyone, I swear."
❝ come. before the cream grows warm, hurry we must. OLD, i may be... but slow enough to lose dessert, i am not ❞
"Understood, master. Top secret. Should I turn off my comm?"
❝ excellent! secrecy, the first lesson of this mission is. very important... absolutely no one must know where the grandmaster has hidden the sweet cakes from the refectory ❞
"Alright, lead the way!"
❝ & tell no one, you mustn't ! ❞
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okay so im a massive clubber, i LOVE clubbing, its so much fun to get ready and dolled up and looking like a hoe. but i dress for the girls, if any boy walks up to me or my girls im like "why you here? youre disturbing my peace go away" and then i shake my flat wasian ass
also love how you get free bottles in korea for being a girl so LMAO
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i once stayed up for 72 hours gaming *(it was LAN) and when i got home i slept for another 3 days str8
if any of you know about hongdae.........i am a hongdae girl lmao
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it was really weird moving to korea & intergrating to a more conservative society. a lot of people thought i liked sleeping around because i very openly & freely talk about sex, nono im a prude, im just confident in my sexuality
rick riordan has signed my house of hades book and i will never get rid of the book
on the topic of korea, i kinda speak korean to a topik 4 level (hoping for topik 5 in feb)
