INFINITE SADNESS

independent. selective. private OBI-WAN KENOBI from Star Wars legends & disney canon. “All life is sacred. Even life that comes in forms that we don't understand." oc & multi-muse friendly rapid fire friendly kenobi-relative friendly (  loved by jaime ) est: 31 March 2021

[griefdestined]

✴ ɢʀɪᴇꜰᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴᴇᴅ ──  private & selective &  mutually  exclusive  OBI-WAN KENOBI written from George Lucas's / Disney's  STAR WARS,  featuring disney & legends lore & original lore.  21+.  ( loved by jaime.  enby (she/they).  25+  ). est: 2021. please read guidelines before following !!

A study in: choosing kindness, duty & devotion, unshakable faith, quiet grief, & carrying hope

"This is Obi-Wan Kenobi. A phenomenal pilot who doesn't like to fly. A devastating warrior who'd rather not fight. A negotiator without peer who frankly prefers to sit alone in a quiet cave and meditate. Jedi Master. General in the Grand Army of the Republic. Member of the Jedi Council. And yet, inside, he feels like none of these things." - Revenge of the Sith, Matt Stover

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affiliates: braig, essa

[inkpressedpetals]

[jarenka]

Imagine just growing some space potatoes instead of this shit.

[nulluse]

There's all sorts of talk and chatter going on inside Jaing's helmet (you were a trainee if you couldn't tune out that kind of thing, and Jaing needed to know if they actually manage to raise the Jedi Council. Or if the Med team figures anything out from the samples they took on the General'ika. Or ka'ra forbid, the Seps attack)

(scratch that, he could use a good fight right now. Let out some steam).

Jaing is- He's never been the fondest of the General. Or any of the jetiisee. It took- extroidinary mission, several months, and a lot of smoothing from Kal'buir- for him to open up to Etain and Barden. The General? Kenobi? Fuck. That. Perfect-

He clamps down on his anger before it leaks out and distresses the kid. It wasn't the point. The point was- Jaing barely liked him. But he can't let this- this KID just go without knowing what's happening, and that he's safe, and doing all that Jaing can do to figure out what went so force-damned crazy.

Me'copaani, the general'ika asks, and Jaing's startled motion is visible even with all the armour. The brief moment of shock on his face. He knew Kenobi spoke; he thought Kenobi learned as an adult, during one of those missions to Mandalore.

This kid.

Jaing pulls himself back to calmness.

"Jii? Ni copaani baar'ulur gar'shupur, yaim'ol, bal pirur buy'ce gal."

[griefdestined]

There's a buzzing building in the Force, a warning he feels that has his hackles raised, ready to jolt at a moment's notice, anxiety brimming in his chest as the silence continues, with the strange unease, curiosity, and shock he can feel all around him. He may be physically exhausted and drained from his Force usage, but even still, he can feel the tension in the air.

And then it's seemingly gone in a flash, the moment so quick that Obi-Wan almost convinces himself that he imagined it. Then the commander is visibly startled, the shock evident on his face as he hears him speak. Obi-Wan's shoulders drop as he hears Mando'a spoken back to him, his eyes widening with relief at the other's words.

Master Qui-Gon left him, but maybe the Force finally took pity on him, heard his pleas, and brought him Mandalorians. The only ones he can actually count on to protect the Young. The relief is so overpowering that a fit of giggles escapes him. Maybe these Mandalorians just don't have beskar armor, but either way, he's safe.

He's safe.

The realization hits him so hard that the giggles turn into a choked sob. His legs give out, and Obi-Wan sinks to the ground, tears streaming down his face. The teen barely has the energy to care what an embarrassment he's making of himself.

His words come out through a jumbled mess of sobs and hitched breaths as he tries and fails to gather himself. "Please, help me. They won't listen to me, and they're dying. I can't help them."

[skaargaster]

It  was  odd  to  see  a  famed  Jedi  general  strolling  along  like  he  fit  in.  Violet  did  a  double-take  when  she  saw  him.  And  it  took  a  moment  to  get  her  nerve  up  to  speak  to  him.  Obi-Wan  was  everything  her  uncle  warned  her  about.  The  Jedi  lied;  his  voice  echoed  in  a  vague  memory.  But  Vi  wasn't  him.  She  was  skeptical  and  cautious.  The  only  thing  that  would  stop  her  was  if  he  sensed  her  force  sensitivity  and  hauled  her  off  to  be  arrested  as  Terver  implied. The  buzz  of  the  mid-levels,  Violet  inched  her  way  up  to  the  famous  Jedi.  She  was  ready  to  dart  if  she  needed  to.  Her  stomach  clenched  in  a  tight  knot  while  her  heart  hammered  away  in  her  chest.  What  if  he  didn't  believe  her?  Worse,  he  could  laugh  in  her  face.  Maybe  even  mistake  her  as  an  obsessed  fan.  Anakin  probably  had  plenty  of  those.  And  celebrate  the  war  like  it's  some  kind  of  grand  party,  she  thought. "Yes,  he  told  me  my  brother  was  here,  on  Coruscant."  Her  eyes  darted  to  the  side  to  make  sure  no  one  was  eavesdropping.  "I  have  proof...  I'm  not  just  some  whack  job  looking  for  a  quick  buck."  Lifting  her  hand,  she  made  sure  he  saw  her  reaching  into  her  inner  pocket  in  her  jacket.  It  was  the  last  thing  she  had  of  her  parents.  Her  most  precious  item,  and  she  would  go  to  lengths  to  make  sure  no  one  got  their  grubby  hands  on  it.  She  must  have  watched  it  a  million  times  and  memorized  every  small  detail.  Every  quirk.  Every  twist  of  her  father's  mouth.  And  how  kind  her  mother's  eyes  looked.  I  missed  them.  But  how  could  she?  Vi  never  once  met  them,  and  when  she  met  her  father,  it  was  brief. Violet  lifted  a  small  holocron  and  showed  it  to  him  while  holding  it  tightly.  "My  parents  explained  everything  on  this.  Shmi  goes  into  some  detail  about  Anakin."

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Obi-Wan's expression remained impassively neutral as he reached out in the Force around them for anyone who could get on the drop for him. This could possibly be a distraction. The only thing he was met with was the woman's Force presence, churning with anxiety, as she crept closer. A skeptical brow rose, his hands moving to hover slightly over his lightsaber just in case.

She seemed young, but he knew not to take that into account, especially considering just how competent his own grandpadawan was at just fourteen years old. As she pulled out a holocron, his body lost some of its tension, and he took a step forward to look at it better.

The grip she had on the holocron made her knuckles as white as a shiny's armor, telling him it was important to her, at least. And the way she seemed nervous but not necessarily scared made him believe her. If anything, she seemed less like a hardened criminal and more like a lost young woman to him at her very core.

A conflicted expression crossed his face as he considered everything before him. Anakin was already intensely stressed with the war as it was; the last thing he needed was a long-lost sister showing up in the middle of it. Not only would it put his alignment incredibly out of balance, but he was also sure that his former Padawan would somehow feel guilty for not knowing about his sister all these years.

On the other hand, if he kept something like this from Anakin. The other might actually never forgive him. Attempting not to sigh heavily, he instead let the emotions flow out into the Force as he gave the woman a polite smile. "I see. Well, this seems like a personal matter for you and Anakin. What would you like me to do here? I can arrange a meeting, or tell him I met you, but I can't do much further than that, I'm afraid."

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kissy kissy prompts / @healerrs / accepting

🌿 Kiss the receiver while standing under some mistletoe.

The Life Day celebration has been well underway by the time Obi-Wan makes his way to Essa's side. A drink in hand, he offers her a smile as she makes eye contact and meets him halfway in the archway, eyes flicking upward. Confusion flashes on his face as she leans forward and gives him a short peck on the lips in greeting. Following her gaze, that confusion morphs into a chuckle.

"Happy Life Day, Essa."

[healerrs]

As Obi-Wan went to set up his own cushion, she reached forward and struck a new match, holding the flame up against the stick of incense. Essa shook out her match and gently fanned the stick with her hand, sending the smoke swirling around the two of them.

Absently, she wondered if Obi-Wan was alright with her choice of incense variety; she had been introduced to the scent by Master Val, who had burned it during each of their dual meditation sessions throughout her Padawanship. The blend of cedarwood and patchouli had become a key part of her own sessions in the years following his death.

Essa pushed the thought away, breathing deeply and joining her friend in the meditation. The presences of the Jedi within the temple gleamed like colourful, cut glass beads woven into the intricate tapestry of the universe that the Force appeared to her as; the bead across from her sparkled with brilliant blue light as Obi-Wan brought waves of light and warmth to them.

She couldn’t help but smile as she felt some of the exhaustion lift from her bones.

Essa reached deeper into the Force, releasing some of the tension that she had unknowingly been storing in her shoulders. She leaned into the connection between herself and Obi-Wan, sending the other Master feelings of hope, rejuvenation, clarity. For once, she wasn’t taking on and pain or exhaustion, drawing on her own strength and light in the Force to share with others.

The Circle of Healers did group meditations often, but the joys of duel meditation with a close friend or a Padawan stayed far above what the meditations from the Circle meetings.

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Falling further into the Force, following the ebbs and flows of the current, Obi-Wan breathed in deeply. The scent of Essa's incense flooded his lungs, creating a comforting balm on his heart and mind. A ghost of a smile etched itself on a once serene expression. The cedarwood scent brought images and fond memories of Qui-Gon to mind, the echoes of a young boy's laughter as he teased young Anakin while on a mission. And with each moment, he felt himself get lighter.

As soon as he felt Essa brushing against his senses, he opened them to her, allowing the feelings she sent his way to interweave with his own. Similar to submerging oneself in a hot spring, he felt the Force flow through his veins with renewed fervor.

The further he sank into the Force, Obi-Wan's awareness of his body began to slip. His body began to float from the cushion as he fell into the connection he shared with Essa and the threads of the Force forming around them as they meditated.

Reaching out to his sense of self, he gathered the threads of hope, rejuvenation, clarity, peace, and warmth from around them and patiently wove them into an intricate braid anchoring a bit of his own light as a guide before extending it to pass through Essa and back into the Force, the feedback loop creating its own eddy within the Temple.

It was always such a unique experience to have a dual meditation not only with a friend, but with a healer as well. He often wondered if he would ever be able to help a healer channel the energy into something useful. The Living Force always seemed out of reach to him; he could connect to animals somewhat, but healing and plants were beyond him. He always saw the Force through threads, tapestries, songs sung over the cosmos. Obi-Wan always admired the Healers for what they could do, and felt bad that he couldn't heal himself with how often he was injured. Hopefully, the beacon of balance he could provide would help his friend.

[vahaemion]

The  closeness  of  the  embrace  made  reality  sink  in.  Obi-Wan  survived.  He  was  really  here.  Anakin  finally  let  his  guard  down  and  sobbed  uncontrollably.  Waves  of  grief  hit  him  all  at  once.  He  failed  Kenobi  too  in  more  than  one  way.  If  he  only  opened  up  to  him  and  told  him  the  truth.  Told  him  about  what  he  expected  about  Palpatine,  maybe  then  they  would  have  figured  it  out  together. His  fingers  curled  in  Obi-Wan's  robes.  He  still  couldn't  believe  he  ran  into  him.  It  couldn't  be  by  chance.  Was  the  Force  at  work?  "Because...  Me  and  Master  Windu  were  planning  to  confront  him.  It  just  didn't  work  out  as  planned."  Anakin  remembered  how  they  entered  the  Chancellor's  chambers,  only  for  him  to  stay  frozen  when  looking  at  his  mirror  image.  The  shock  then  was  palpable,  and  it  caused  both  Sith  Lords  to  gain  the  upper  hand. "Windu  died  because  of  me."  It  was  his  burden.  His  stain  on  his  very  conscience.  If  he  hadn't  hesitated,  then  they  would  have  brought  down  the  Empire  before  it  came  to  be.  It  was  his  fault. When  Obi-Wan  broke  the  hug,  Anakin's  eyes  fell  to  the  ground.  "No,  I  should  have  been  more  forthcoming  with  you."  He  didn't  blame  the  Order.  They  were  all  stuck  in  their  ideals  and  couldn't  see  him  as  a  person.  Maybe  it  was  their  fault  to  a  degree.  But  if  he  could  have  turned  back  time,  he  would  have  voiced  his  concerns  more  freely  instead  of  shutting  Obi-Wan  out. "I  could  ask  the  same  thing  of  you."  His  eyes  shifted  around  to  make  sure  no  one  was  listening.  Anakin  kept  his  voice  low  so  only  Kenobi  could  hear.  "I'm  here  to  get  some  supplies.  I…  I  saved  some  younglings  and  been  protecting  them.  Teaching  them.  Well,  to  the  best  of  my  ability."

[griefdestined]

Obi-Wan simply held Anakin as the other sobbed into his clothes. The former Jedi screwed his eyes shut at the sheer attempt to keep himself from falling apart. His nerves felt frayed beyond belief, and the exhaustion that set deep in his bones seemed to weigh him down even more. Taking careful breaths, Obi-Wan calmed himself down so he could properly listen and keep track of everything that Anakin was saying.

"We were all blinded, Anakin," he shook his head. The last thing he wanted was for the younger man to blame himself. He was so young when the Empire fell; how could he possibly think he was responsible? It was Obi-Wan's responsibility to protect him from such dangers. It was the Council's responsibility to protect the Jedi Order. Anakin's responsibility was Ahsoka, and when she left, it was to simply be a Jedi Knight for the Order and serve the Republic. And he had.

"Mace never would have blamed you for that. It was -" Obi-Wan paused as the words got caught in his throat. "The Council failed; it was our fault. Not yours."

His hands hovered over Anakin's arms as he slid away from the embrace - as if stepping away or losing his grip would have the younger man disappear entirely. Obi-Wan settled with a gentle grip on Anakin's robes, akin to a youngling grabbing his cloak near his legs.

"We both could have been better about our communication, I think," he murmured gently.

Obi-Wan's expression then shifted from a haunted expression to one of admiration and warmth. Pride swelled in his chest, tears coming to his eyes. The information was so overwhelmingly positive that he couldn't help but burst into relieved laughter. "Getting supplies as well. Have you heard of the Hidden Path? Quinlan started it shortly after the Empire rose; we've been working together to find and protect any force-sensitives that we can- new identities, safe passage. But training younglings! How many students do you have? Is it just you?"

Looking around, he finally noticed their precarious location. "Why don't we go someplace more secluded, and we can talk. If we can connect the Hidden Path with wherever you are, we might have a chance of a true haven hidden from the Empire."

[104th-plo-koon]

Plo held his cup in his hands, taking in the warmth through his thick rough skinned hands. He chuckled warmly at the warm accusations.

"I have no defense, I adore the men under my command. I mourn for their lives, the ones they never had and the ones they lose on the battlefield. I hear the shinies speaking of her as if she hung the stars." He laughed. "Telling stories of how she showed them how to perform the sword and shield technique with Commander Colt.

"I...admit that I've heard Boost and Sinker ask Wolffe if I would be upset if they called me buir. They haven't come to me directly yet, but I am honored." He smiled, eyes crinkling around his goggles.

"yes, I agree. A code term will be useful. Let's see..." He taps his cup with his capped claw and sets it to the side. "Perhaps," he spotted a bloom on one of the potted plants in the tearoom and smiled. "Brewing Bloomtea" he motioned to the flower.

[griefdestined]

It warmed Obi-Wan's heart to hear how fondly Plo thought of his men and the clones. His expression fell into admiration and warmth, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he thought about the 212th and, by extension, the 501st, given how much he worked with Anakin.

He laughed along with Plo, already imagining how they spoke of her. Chuckling, Obi-Wan replied, "I'll have to look out for the shinies talking of her; most of the men under my command are fond of Senator Amidala." Much to Anakin's chagrin and Obi-Wan's amusement.

"Really?!" Obi-Wan asked with wide eyes. Not to mean Plo any insult, it was simply very surprising that the clones would consider any Natborn part of their family. "That's..." A conflicted expression crossed over his face. "What an honor," he said softly, thinking of the shinies under his command, the men he commanded, and what they thought of him.

Following Plo's motion, Obi-Wan saw the flower and nodded. "Brewing Bloomtea is perfect. Especially considering our nosier padawans and knights have no interest in the delicacies of tea." There was an amused twist to his lips as he tried not to smile, thinking of his curious padawans.

[griefdestined]

i feel like i wanna get back into HOTD but it's also such a thing :(

[healerrs]

Essa heard him drop the cup, felt the drip of the liquid on her head and shoulder as some drained out of the opening to the vent where she had been sitting. She bit back the urge to curse under her breath, instead taking a moment to center herself again.

His panic radiated out through the Force and Essa did her best to breathe through it, not allowing it to influence her own behaviour.

Though she wanted to check on him, to reassure him that she didn't mean any harm, she waited. She could tell that going in would only make him feel as if he was being followed by her further; if she had any hope of giving him the help that he so desperately needed, she would need to build up some trust with him first.

She sat and waited, listening to the creaks and groans of metal as the boy moved around in the vents.

As Essa focused on Obi-Wan's presence in the Force, she smelled the tang of blood, felt the sharp sting of the cuts in his fingers as if they were on her own hands.

She heard the struggle and the impact, but it was the silence that followed that caused her to turn and look back into the vent, concern evident on her face. A passing Master stopped to offer help but she waved them away.

It wasn't exactly a pretty sight in there; the juice had spread across the bottom of the vent, the metal glistening and slick from the liquid. There were lines of blood streaking the shaft that led upwards, showing where the sharp edges of the joins had sliced into his fingers as he had tried to escape. There was the Padawan -- she wouldn't dare call him a former Padawan, not until everything had settled and she was sure of what his fate in the Order would be -- laying motionless at the bottom of the ventilation shaft, clothes now stained with a mixture of juice and his own blood.

"Obi-Wan, are you alright?" She asked, peeking her head inside to get a better look.

Essa reached out to him through the Force again, suddenly grateful for the countless hours that Master Val had spent showing her ways to calm people. She would have to mention it to him the next time they saw each other.

She sent out a feeling of calm, accompanied by impressions of various scenes; the feeling of sun on your back after a bout of heavy rain, a dense field of wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze, the laughter of younglings as they played in the garden, the comforting warmth and aroma of a freshly made cup of tea.

"Your fingers are bleeding.... Can I help you with them?" Essa asked softly, waiting for any indication that he was comfortable with that before reaching out one hand towards him, motions slow and predicable.

Her touch was soft as she placed her pointer and middle finger onto his hand, minimizing the amount of contact she was making to show that he was welcome to pull it away when he was ready. Her eyes closed as she focused on the Force, using it to transfer some of his pain and exhaustion onto herself and encouraging the cells in his fingers to knit themselves together, sealing off the cuts.

"Is that any better?"

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Frustration and fear bubbled in his stomach, threatening to spill into the vents. There wasn't anything in his stomach to spill, he thought after a moment as he continued to crawl forward, limbs shaking underneath him, finger-tips bleeding under multiple sharp shallow cuts. He didn't answer her question, Obi-Wan didn't even know if he could.

The wave of calm and the feeling of the sun on his skin had the Padawan pausing in the vent, eyes fluttering at the serene feeling. It sunk into his skin and traveled through his limbs until it settled like a cooling pack around his head, the tingling in dancing upon his scalp.

Blue eyes flickered around the vent, a bit of clarity and recognition coming back in his gaze. These were not the sewers of Melidaan, he finally realized. A tentative and very rudimentary peek into the Force around him was met with a twisting in his stomach and pain behind his eyes. But it was worth it. In front of him wasn't an Elder, or a Middle. It was a Jedi.

And how foolish and bothersome he was being. At this rate, they would have him shipping back to Bandomeer by the end of the week. The despair he felt dampened the small bit of hope. He was not on Melidaan. But he was also not a Jedi.

At Essa's question, Obi-Wan sluggishly looked at his fingers watching the blood spiral down and pool in the spaces between his knuckles. There was something grounding about his pain. It was the most real thing that he would grasp onto, everything was out of his control, it was spiraling and Qui-Gon wouldn't even talk to him.

Obi-Wan didn't necessarily want the other to heal him, but if he didn't, they would most likely get angry. As they kept getting at him. Fresh tears pooled in his eyes again as they fell down his face freely, unable to stop it. Did he even feel sad? He felt...like he was going to implode on himself.

Do better Obi-Wan. They're never going to keep you if you're weak.

So, Obi-Wan scooted forward, eyes down, fingers held towards Essa, but his body physically as far away from her as possible. As she closed her eyes, the boy considered using the opportunity to brush past her, use her vulnerability and run. Until he felt her healing. The feeling from before returned, only tenfold, the comfort it provided, the strange itch of feeling his wounds knit themselves back together as his body quietly thanked him for the reprieve, spread throughout his body.

Exhaustion crept in as the adrenaline and panic of the moment and interaction subsided, and then he found the exhaustion siphoning away too. Obi-Wan opened his mouth softly to reply, only to find once again that he couldn't. The thoughts were there, the intention and his words written in the expression of his eyes, but the gate in his chest wouldn't open. Shutting his mouth with a loud clack, he nodded.

Tentative eyes looked over the Jedi before him again. This time with more clarity than before, and his body began relaxing somewhat. His shoulders dropped, and the tension around his eyes loosened. The cold that settled deep in his bones slowly began to warm, the young Padawan instinctively scooting closer to the beacon of light before him, unable to see it in his previous panic.

Forcing his eyes up, he met her gaze, expression lax and eyes flat. Inhaling, he once again tried to answer, paused, then let out a deep, heavy exhale, blue eyes falling back to the floor of the vent. You're a failure, Kenobi.

[griefdestined]

Are they loud in bed or quiet? Talkative or more of a noise maker? (just so anakin knows if he needs to buy ear loops.)

not so spicy sinday asks / @vahaemion / accepting from all !

Oh, this has me cackling, hahahah. Let it be known to the Anakin's across the realm: Obi-Wan would NEVER bring someone back to their quarters before Anakin was knighted. All of his sexcapades were done off temple grounds, or in the other person's quarters. He most definitely kept his sexual activities far away from Anakin, especially not to encourage his relationship with Padmé.

Are they loud in bed or quiet?

He's not... loud, but he's definitely very vocal and certainly doesn't make a point of holding back anything unless they absolutely have to be quiet for whatever reason. Obi-Wan loves to hear his partners fall apart, and with sex often being not just a physical thing, but felt in the Force as well, he usually gets lost in the euphoria of it and can't be bothered to suppress his noises.

Talkative or more of a noise maker?

If he's acting as the top, and in a dominant role, he's definitely talkative throughout. If he's in a submissive role, he usually starts off bratty with a lot of quips until his partner figures out how to essentially turn his brain off, and then he's all just whimpers, moans, groans, and begging. He's most often found in a submissive role, so it's usually noises.

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ACTIVITY & PLOTTING NOTICE

As of right now, I'm a little overwhelmed with my blogs and some irl stuff, so I'll probably pause on starters for the meantime. I am so down for plotting with people and expanding the possibilities of where our characters' relationship goes, since I'm sure a lot of you are aware of how much I love long-term roleplay with my friends. I do, however, have to look after myself.

If we plot and you really want to get things going, I am totally fine with that - I just can't write the starter at this time, and I apologize. I'm not trying to be a dick; I just want to be transparent with the spoons I'm working with at the moment - the dishwasher is in need of repairs.

I'm having an easier time over at Zu'elah because she is my own character, and I feel more freedom and less pressure with her, which is why you might see more activity there as I try to lessen my anxiety. I really don't want to drop threads; I might just need a little extra time.

Thank you to everyone who follows this blog and enjoys how I write Obi-Wan! I truly appreciate those who write with me; it really helps me grow as a writer and escape into the world of Star Wars, and I love all the new friends I'm making. I just have problems putting pressure on myself, and I'm working through that. ♥

[griefdestined]

ADDENDUM: If we have already discussed threads/starters, or I owe you one, it is in my drafts/ I will answer the starter and will get it done. I am simply referring to anything plotted, sent, or tagged in after this post :)

[griefdestined]

ACTIVITY & PLOTTING NOTICE

As of right now, I'm a little overwhelmed with my blogs and some irl stuff, so I'll probably pause on starters for the meantime. I am so down for plotting with people and expanding the possibilities of where our characters' relationship goes, since I'm sure a lot of you are aware of how much I love long-term roleplay with my friends. I do, however, have to look after myself.

If we plot and you really want to get things going, I am totally fine with that - I just can't write the starter at this time, and I apologize. I'm not trying to be a dick; I just want to be transparent with the spoons I'm working with at the moment - the dishwasher is in need of repairs.

I'm having an easier time over at Zu'elah because she is my own character, and I feel more freedom and less pressure with her, which is why you might see more activity there as I try to lessen my anxiety. I really don't want to drop threads; I might just need a little extra time.

Thank you to everyone who follows this blog and enjoys how I write Obi-Wan! I truly appreciate those who write with me; it really helps me grow as a writer and escape into the world of Star Wars, and I love all the new friends I'm making. I just have problems putting pressure on myself, and I'm working through that. ♥

[griefdestined]

Are they polite or do they have a dirty mouth? What kind of things are they into?

not so spicy sinday asks / @healerrs / accepting from all !

What kind of things are they into?

Answering a little out of order because they overlap. Obi-Wan is most definitely a switch, and his emotions, feelings, and partner are a HUGE aspect of what role he plays and what he's into. When he's having fun one-night stands, or a quickie with someone he doesn't know, he's usually pretty dominant, sticking to safer, more vanilla interactions, focusing on his partner more than himself. He definitely gives me service top, body worship-type. When he's stressed, or with someone he truly trusts/loves, he tends to fall back into a submissive bdsm type relationship. There's more about it here :)

Are they polite, or do they have a dirty mouth?

Depends on the partner, just like above. The situation usually depends on how he is (sometimes he slips into a bit of a subspace with the right partner). Mostly, he's a brat and won't shut up with a dirty mouth; you can blame Quinlan for this. When he's body-worshiping, though, it's like he's waxing poetic lol. Man is very talented with his tongue in many ways.

[griefdestined]

9. Do they get embarrassed easily when it comes to nsfw things? Or are they shameless?

not so spicy sinday asks / @vizslajetii / accepting from all !

I did answer a little bit of this here, but I wanted to expand :)

Do they get embarrassed easily when it comes to nsfw things? Or are they shameless?

I already had this one while answering the other, so I wanted to expand more on his embarrassment versus shamelessness. When it comes to his BODY, it depends on where he is in his life and who is with him. With trysts and partners, he usually isn't paying much attention to the marks on his body and his scars, so he's not very embarrassed. With the clones and his men, I imagine that communal showers or a level of nakedness has to happen at times due to the nature of war, and so, due to the practicality of it, he really isn't all that embarrassed about his body. He has a warrior's body, with evidence of his trials and tribulations over the years. Obi-Wan is proud of it at times. Embarrassment might be seen if he shies away, but that's more from protecting his mental health, as focusing on some parts of his body can be distressing.

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What is your muse’s sexuality? & Do they get embarrassed easily when it comes to nsfw things? Or are they shameless?

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What is your muse’s sexuality?

Honestly, I don't even really know what I have on his About page, but I write him essentially as a queer individual. I really don't think Obi-Wan himself would label it, as it's not really a concern for him. He just likes sex and finds people attractive! I try to focus more on writing him as demiromantic and not labeling his sexuality. If I had to pick, probably somewhere on the pansexual or bisexual line, but who knows how sexuality labels work in Star Wars tbh, so yeah...I just figure him as queer.

Do they get embarrassed easily when it comes to nsfw things? Or are they shameless?

Most certainly depends on the situation. If the topic is with people he highly regards, like Master Yoda or members of the Council, he might be a bit more reserved and blush. We do see he gets a bit flustered with Anakin's teasing about him and Satine, so I really think it's mostly just a privacy thing with his relationships with Anakin and an embarrassment because the Council members have known him since he was a boy. As for peers, the man flirts with Ventress on the battlefield; I don't see him as easily embarrassed about such things.