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a tremulous sadness. that is what you have. [ … ] you are all LIGHT, all gaiety. but if one catches you unaware, one sees a tragic face. that has so much greater charm, this acquired gaiety, than a gaiety one is born with. it’s something you fought for. infinite sadness private & selective OBI-WAN KENOBI from star wars. cared for by kylie. sideblog to chaied.

[infinitesorrow]

THE WORLD OR ITS PEOPLE’S HEARTS?  //  private & highly selective & canon divergent  OBI-WAN KENOBI.  cared for by kylie.  prev. jedicoded.  ( promo credit - quote credit - gif credit ) 

[jedicoded]

that trailer tho. 

[gffa]

–From a Certain Point of View - “Time of Death” Obi-Wan hand crafted toys for Luke, leaving them on the remains of Shmi’s grave for Beru to find and give to the boy.  Always working to make each one better than the last. Is content just knowing that they make Luke happy, that they touch on that part of him that longs to fly, that Obi-Wan sees this sweet little boy and loves him enough to make toys for him.  This entire thing is said with such love and affection, he’s so happy to see Luke enjoying his toys. It’s so simple and yet I’m reduced to tears because, no matter what the galaxy took away from Obi-Wan, no matter how it rewarded everything good he did with betrayal and pain, Obi-Wan Kenobi continued to love and to give more.  He continued to love.

[jedicoded]

( astramessiah )

               ANAKIN SNATCHES THE staff from the air, rolling the smooth grain of the wood between his palm. Tension threads through his spine, pulling him so taut he could be carved from resenting marble. Unwholesome youth etched into aged stone. His face cracks with a sneer. The rosy scar bisecting his right eye crinkles, a memento of his incarceration. ❝ Do you? ❞

               He circles the other man, a natural soldier’s prowl, every step a way to size him up. Only a certain kind of person stands the same way on a sparring mat as they do on the battlefield. The kind that learned early that reality doesn’t pull its punches for the sake of sportsmanship. Reality uses a knife. 

     ❝ What’s the point of this? You don’t even pilot anymore. ❞ Kenobi’s medical leave after the attack extended into an unspoken grace period for his friend && partner’s funeral. Rumors cropped up around his disappearance, many initiates liked to whisper the trauma left him drift incompatible. 

               Anakin worries the same of himself.

               OBI-WAN FIGHTS THE SCOFF  that jumps up his throat at the young man’s question. Does he know how to use this? Believe it or not, I could best Qui-Gon every time on the training floor,  he bites back the comment, though it’s evident in the way his shoulders tighten & his gait lengths, how his hips sink into the hint of a predatory crawl. 

     True, at the beginning, he hadn’t been able to throw his mentor to the floor, but in the last few years of their partnership, they were more than anything equals. 

     That’s gone, now. That companionship. That partnership. All he has are memories & the attitude of a prospective partner who is practically a child. 

     He circles Anakin in turn, stepping lightly & purposefully. He twists the staff in a flourish that is more habit than a necessity. It creates a figure eight in the air, & as he times his steps he watches very carefully, waiting for the perfect moment to -----

     Whack!  He lunges, his staff connecting with Anakin’s for a moment -- then he pulls back & returns to circling.

     ‘Retirement didn’t agree with me,’   he says with a snarl,   ‘now pay attention -- stop thinking about me, start thinking about the present.’

[jedicoded]

( thrownsoul )

  She lifts her chin knowingly, as if to say, Ah, mechanical trouble, isn’t that always the way of things. It’s not an uncommon story. But if you have to be stranded for awhile, you could do a lot worse than Takodana.

     “I’m not offended,”   she says, smiling.   “Maybe you just have one of those faces. Although I don’t s’pose that’s a comfort…”

     The stylus taps lightly and rhythmically against the countertop.   “Got someone helping you with that? The repairs, I mean.”   Not his face.   “What is it, the engine?”

             HE EASILY DIVINES WHAT  she means, no need for the clarification -- but he supposes a slower sort might need  another word on the matter, a more easily offended sort. He wonders offhand about this stranger’s story, & how she had come to work for a person like Maz. That’s a feat in of itself. 

     ‘Yes, I believe it’s something like that,’   he answers, hands folding in front of him & hiding within the folds of his robes as he leans heavily against the counter. He presents a picture of someone off-balance, someone fatigued & out of sorts; he is anything but. However, it suits him to appear harmless. 

     ‘My apprentice has a way with engines,’   he continues, glancing around then looking back at her.   ‘I tried to help, but I was forbidden due to my woeful lack of pertinent technical knowledge. So,’   he shrugs,   ‘here I am.’

[jedicoded]

( jediscariot )

❝     YOU  FIND  THIS  UNLIKELY  ?     ❞                   a  mockery  of  pride      !            YOU  SEE   ,      i  have  reached  into  the  cradle  /  placed  to  the  grave   .                          children  perish  first   .                ❝      and  yet  ,     i  would  kill  anakin  skywalker  one  thousand  times  over  .     ❞                     

               SADLY, SO SADLY that he can feel it like a rusty metal blade sinking into his chest, he does not find it unlikely at all. Every day demonstrates the stark absence of the boy he had known.    ‘I do not doubt it.’

[miirabel]

Not very well, I imagine. Luckily, that isn’t true and never will be.

[rutalonidir-a-blog]

kylie gets a drabble bc i love my smol children, satine and obi-wan  /  @jedicoded​

               HIS CHARM IRRITATES YOU. not because he is like any of the boys you met,  trying to get a taste of royalty so they can brag about it to their friends,  but because you are not immune to it  ——-  his smile does something to your heart you would rather not name  &&  you wish he would just stop looking over his shoulder to check if you can keep up with him and his master. 

                      [  excerpt from satine kryze’s diary,  day 79  :  we touched fingers today.   a brush of skin on skin,  an AFTERTHOUGHT and it felt like electric current running through my veins.    i wonder if this is what rebirth feels like.  ]

                one day,  when you are standing far too close to each other,  you notice that his eyes are a SEA of blue and green,   a constant whirlpool of colours  &&  you wonder if you would taste seaweed on his lips,  if his breath against your ear would sound like the winds, whispering secrets to those who wish to listen.    you pull back before you can prove yourself wrong  &&  the skin he had touched in our nearness tingles. 

                     [   day 136  :  he smells like the earth just after the rain,  like dry leaves and ozone and i don’t know if the planet stopped in its rotation for a moment,  but he makes me feel like i’m floating.  he’s dangerous and wonderful and i hate him.  ]

                  he doesn’t taste like the sea,  you find out a few weeks later.  he tastes awfully similar to the berries you had just split between the two of you,  the juice red like blood and dripping down your chin, onto the cloak he had wrapped around your shoulders to shield you away from the sudden gust of chilled wind.  your lips brush  &&  he pulls away as if startled,  as if this is all new, UNCHARTED territory for him,  but you straighten your resolve,  wrap his braid around your fingers and kiss him again. 

                     [   day 257  :  today he called out my name and it felt so holy it burnt me.  i wonder if it is me that is unworthy of him,  if the place where he pressed his fingers will be scourged and black in the morning.  i want him to say my name again.  ]

                    turns out,  his voice in your ear is just like the wind  &  when he walks up the ramp of his ship,  when he throws one last look over his shoulder,  as if expecting you to follow,  you feel lost,  light,  UNREAL.  you would cry, but there are no more tears left  ——-  only the hollowness in your chest,  the ache you know will never really go away.

                     [   day 368  :  sometimes,  i wonder if this was all a dream  ——  if i would wake up in my bed,  the galaxy silent and blind to the days spent together.  sometimes,  i wonder if i made the right choice.   ]

ADDENDUM.

                    [   day 5526  :  he has a beard now  —  it makes him look older, somehow. distant. another being altogether.        we touched fingers today.   a brush of skin on skin,  an AFTERTHOUGHT and it felt like electric current running through my veins.     i wonder if this is what death feels like.  ]

[jamesrhodey-deactivated20171030]

Obi-Wan Kenobi’s robe drops

[jedicoded]

                            MAINS LIST !!  ( updated 7 SEP )

CANON ... 

ANAKIN SKYWALKER ( @astramessiah & @oletherian ) AHSOKA TANO ( @kybersung ) LEIA ORGANA ( @highnis ) SATINE KRYZE ( @rutalonidir ) REY ( @carricn )  MARA JADE ( @didntkill )

CROSSOVER ...

THE DOCTOR ( @impcssiblehero ) RIZA HAWKEYE ( @finesoldier ) DIANA PRINCE ( @themysciraen )

          if you’re interested in being mains  ( which just means priority in drafts & plotting & permission for me to keysmash at you in re: obi-wan )  then go & like this post. my only requirements are that we’re mutuals & we’ve talked / plotted ooc. 

[daisyridleys-deactivated2018011]

(insp)

[jedicoded]

          MUTUALS, LIKE THIS  if you’re interested in being mains …..    i need to update my list. if we’ve interacted & we talk ooc & you think our writing clicks pretty well, or, if we haven’t written much yet but you’re really interested in developing a relationship / verse / etc., then now is the time to make a move. i’m willing to have duplicate mains of canon characters. 

[jedicoded]

( didntkill )

SHE LOOKED LIKE HER MOTHER ; the same face , the same sharp eyes   ━━━   it was as though someone had copied her , and changed the colors .   Given her russet hair , rather than white , and eyes just brown enough to have their reddish tone appear to be a trick of the light .   Her mother had said it was a gift from her father , but she had never known the man   ━━━   and wouldn’t have wanted to thank him even if she had .

Fingers pluck lightly at the frayed hem of her scarf , tugging it back into place over her hair as she weaves her way down the dusty street .   The town is their last stop in the east before the circus heads back towards Central , and the desert air seemed to be getting to her .   Unfocused , concerned more for the end of her journey than the journey itself , she doesn’t notice the man’s stare even as she brushes past him , slight frown upon her lips .

                    HE REACHES OUT TO  catch hold of her, then stops. His fingers retract, like a withering blossom, as he thinks again & decides the action would be taken poorly, especially when done by a stranger. He can’t grab her & tell her she looks like a woman he had loved once. He can’t do that. 

     He thinks it might be better to just let it go, let her fade, let the stinging memory disappear into oblivion where it most assuredly belongs. That would be easy. But he had never picked the easy thing, had he? 

     His fingers draw together, into a fist, & he turns his head over his shoulder to track her progress as she walks away from him. He has halted in the middle of the busy street, & is jostled to & fro by the flow of foot traffic. Dust springs up into his eyes, coats his tongue, so he draws his ragged scarf high, pulling it past his nose, & turns to follow her. 

      His pursuit lasts for a block or so, just long enough for the crowd to thin. He’s fast approaching her, ready to tap her on the shoulder, when he remembers that he still doesn’t know what he wants to say.

[jedicoded]

OBI-WAN KENOBI IS A VIRGIN.

[madgirlf]

all my grief says the same thing:this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. and the world laughs. holds my hope by the throat. says:but this is how it is

Fortesa Latifi (via madgirlf)

[jedicoded]

          MUTUALS, LIKE THIS  if you’re interested in being mains .....    i need to update my list. if we’ve interacted & we talk ooc & you think our writing clicks pretty well, or, if we haven’t written much yet but you’re really interested in developing a relationship / verse / etc., then now is the time to make a move. i’m willing to have duplicate mains of canon characters. 

[jedicoded]

finally added another little point that i’ve been meaning to make to my rules so check it out when you can i appreciate it, my friends, xoxo