★ GOOD JOB

★ OBI-WAN KENOBI ★ "Stand up, WARRIOR; you are not yet finished. You are something EXTRAORDINARY, my dear." selective & independent so do extraordinary things by dvoyd

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HIATUS EXTENSION NOTICE

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hey, guys! I’m so sorry to have kept people waiting, but unfortunately my muse for obi-wan is starting to slip. I have the drive to write, and the same love for all my threads, but... he just doesn’t want to play. rather than force it (ahaha), I’m putting him on an indefinite hiatus until I get my mojo back. I’m really sorry to my current partners, I hate having to spring this on you. but he won’t be gone forever --- he’s always lurking in the back of my mind somehow!

in the meantime, I’m still very much active over on my beric dondarrion blog, for those of you who’d be interested in a game of thrones verse, or even just to stop by and chat! 

take care, everyone!

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okay so I’m still on hiatus, but I just wanted to take a moment to scream over tHIS PRECIOUS CINNAMON ROLL BECAUSE IT’S HER BIRTHDAY TODAY AND SHE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE AND HUGS!

>>>> @anakinskywalkrx <<<<

happy birthday, Eve! have an absolutely amazeballs day, eat all the cake and chocolate! I love you so freakin’ much, you have no idea!

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so I may have caved and made a Beric Dondarrion rp blog. oops?

@thelightninglord

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so apparently @anakinskywalkrx knows me too well and calls me out on every crush I develop on bearded badasses with magical swords.

[sleemo]

OMG

[gffa]

ACTUAL SHRIEKING RIGHT NOW

[llamaal]

Sources?

How RP works

Plot out a legitimate RP idea with your partner

Start RP

THE RP IS NOW PORN

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📷 📷  –––– The SHOOT

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JOHANNA

OH OKAY!

That was incredibly uncomfortable. Her arms were squished to the side as she tried not to choke (haha angst) as Anakin very PROFESSIONALLY dragged her in for a more appropriate pose….. for a cologne ad. She laughed at him, though, as he spoke. On the one hand, it seemed Ben had a lot to put up with –– but on the other, it seemed that he was just as determined and somewhat stubborn as his model. 

“Yes! Okay! Sorry!” she spluttered in response, and adjusted herself accordingly. She found it was quite easy to adapt to Anakin’s ever-changing poses. All she did was imagine herself on stage and in an incredibly over-dramatic love confession. She prided herself on acting through her eyes - her drama teacher at school had told her it was where her voice travelled from, and she had taken that and ran with it. So she was sure her eyes were doing the trick as they BORE into Anakin’s. 

“You seem like you have fun,” she said. “And Mr Kenobi sounds like he has a good time watching you have fun,” a small chuckle followed. 

She still didn’t know what she was doing. She should have been doing staccato breathing diaphragm exercises at this point in the day. And she did as her director said (she was good at following orders) - and pretended he wasn’t there. 

“I’d love to see a shoot like that happening - not just a studio one, I mean,” she added. Her eyes flashed towards Ben’s just for a second, and back again. But in that second she saw him as she saw operatics and actors and painters. He was truly in his element, behind his camera. It made her smile. Not a sparkling light like she put on when performing. But a fine glow, a smile of warmth and compassionate passion.

It didn’t take long for Ben to fall into familiar step, the quiet sounds and distractions of the studio fading to a dull background hum. Things were so much clearer in the world beyond his viewfinder, sharper in a way unnoticeable by the human eye ---- Anakin’s dark, near predatory grin as he tipped Johanna’s jaw with his thumb, the soft contrast between their skin tones wonderfully pronounced. Johanna’s look of awe, theatrical perhaps, but perfect when coupled with the warmth of her doe eyes and the anticipatory stiffness of her shoulders. 

Useless shots were brushed aside, those of them grinning, talking, switching poses --- and then Johanna’s eyes turned toward him, and the smile that lit her face was more natural, more beautiful, than anything Ben had captured so far. The Photographer did not pause to admire it --- instead he pounced, brow creased in concentration as he changed angles, zoomed in. A flurry of snaps, some with Anakin in frame and some without, taking advantage of that secretive Mona Lisa smile while he could.

“Hey, if Ben’s photos do for your career what they did for mine, I’m sure an outdoor excursion could be arranged.” Anakin flashed a smile before expertly manoeuvring Johanna to his opposite side --- Ben always liked to take similar shots from different angles whilst discovering a new model’s best side; Ben gave him a nod, short yet grateful, before folding to his knees for a new approach. He shuffled forward until he was almost close enough to touch them, twisting the lens into focus..

“So how long have you been performing?” Anakin asked, his question far more innocent than the look he fixed her with. All for show, of course, though it was hard to tell. “You ever thought of going into modelling professionally?” 

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Hiatus Announcement!

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hey folks! as my draft count has started to pile up again, I’m going to call a brief hiatus while I work on thinning them out. I have a lot of muse and plenty of time to Get Shit Done, so hopefully this won’t last long! I don’t like to queue stuff, so I’m going to use this time to get as much done as possible and just release everything slowly over the next week. I have a lot of muse for one particular verse right now so I’ll still be replying to those threads more often, but others will come soon!

Thank you all for being so patient with me! I’ll still be around over IM and asks so feel free to come say hi!

[minkalell]

love me some sith!obi-wan

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What I say: I am a ship whore

What I mean: I am always open to the possibility of ships happening and developing while two characters are fleshing out their relationship, but I do not immediately ship things because dynamics can change as muses interact. However, if someone were to IM me about a ship, I would 100% be on board to discuss the possibilities of it happening, how that would come about, and what other fun we could have- including angst.

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ANAKIN

Being late had not been part of Anakin’s plan. It was not entirely his fault, Sheev Palpatine had shown up unannounced at his office just when he was about to leave, with more instructions to him. He might not have modelled before but he did know how to write a good story so he was slightly annoyed. His chief knew he had to leave so couldn’t he at least have stopped by earlier?

He still couldn’t believe he had agreed to do this, going undercover as a model to get a juicy story. Never had it even occurred to him in his wildest dreams. Not that he had much choice, he could hardly say no to his own boss. Despite all his complaints,  he needed this job to pay the rent. It wasn’t perfect and not what he imagined life would be like as a reporter but when did childhood dreams ever become reality?

Anakin ran quickly with his hand through his hair, taking in a deep breath before entering Ben’s studio. Everything already stood in place and judging by the irritated look on Ben his face he was not amused by his tardiness. A high-praised photographer like him couldn’t afford losing time by somebody who wasn’t known to the public. Everyone knew about Ben his work and part of the reason why he had agreed with Palpatine his insane plan was because he never thought he would photograph an amateur while he could literally photograph anything or anyone he wanted. Yet somehow he had managed to get it done. Anakin should probably have known that if anyone could arrange something like this it would be him.

“My apologies for being so late,” Anakin said while walking over towards the photographer with a bright smile. “My agent called there had been some schedule issues that needed to get resolved. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long.” The lie easily rolled off his lips, as a writer it wasn’t so hard to come up with stories although he still did not feel very comfortable lying to a complete stranger. Not even to mention that with some bad luck they would easily see through his lie and discover he wasn’t a model at all.

“Anakin Skywalker.” He introduced while extending his hand. “I know you are a very busy man so thank you for finding some time for me in your busy schedule.”

With just two precious minutes left on Ben’s mental countdown, the door finally swung open and Anakin breezed inside. Suitably flustered at least, having clearly ran some of the distance to Ben’s studio, his cheeks flushed high with exertion and his hair in disarray. Brilliant --- just what Ben needed, to be forced to smarten his model up before he could even think of beginning the already overdue photo shoot.

His returned smile tight-lipped and lacking of any real warmth, Ben reached out to accept Anakin’s handshake in a firm, near punishing grip. “I’d suggest you not make a habit of it; modelling is a fast-paced industry, Mr Skywalker --- those who can’t keep up are often left behind.”

Sliding from his stool, Ben waved away Anakin’s gratitude without further comment. He did have a busy schedule, yes, and though squeezing Anakin into it had been difficult --- Ben had had little choice but to cancel a number of previous bookings, including a meeting with top fashion designer Padme Amidala --- the inconvenience would be worth it if Palpatine’s hunch of the boy being an overnight sensation proved to be true. 

Slipping past the taller man to the dressing table by the wall -- a vintage piece that went well with the simple brick walls of Ben’s studio, its mirror ringed with light bulbs -- Ben pulled back the chair and waved a hand toward it.

“Take a seat, please.” The calm yet steely tone of his voice did little to hide the command behind his words. “It’ll only take a moment to fix your hair, then we can begin. Tell me; how much modelling experience do you have, so far?”

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closed starter for @anakinskywalkrx​

His model was late.

Ben didn’t need to check the booking sheet to recall his name, having already memorised the basics beforehand ---- Anakin Skywalker, 23, the glossy head shot clipped to his file showing an aesthetically pleasing young man with tousled blond hair and bright blue eyes. Ben didn’t often photograph amateur models anymore, at least not without an experienced professional to assist them, but Anakin had come with the high recommendations of Sheev Palpatine himself. The Chief Editor of Insidious magazine had given Ben enough work for him to call in a few favours from time to time, including helping out with an up-and-coming new face in the industry. Ben had accepted, if a little begrudged to push back his already busy schedule, though Anakin’s apparent lack of punctuality was already enough to put the photographer in a foul mood. He would be sure to have words with Palpatine the moment the shoot was over and done with.

If Anakin even showed up.

The stage was set, soft light from the studio’s floor-to-ceiling windows bathing the room in gentle warmth. He’d placed a stool in front of a plain backdrop, something simple for Anakin’s first shoot with him. It was always best to start small, no distractions for the model to hide themselves behind. Ben Kenobi had not become a famous name in the world of photography for nothing -- he was skilled at bringing the personality of his models to the surface, his snapshot style raw and genuine and undoubtedly beautiful. From the photographs he’d seen, Anakin was a handsome man; it wouldn’t take much to raise him to fame. 

Resisting the urge to pace, Ben took a resigned seat behind his camera and glanced irritably at the clock above the door. He’d give Anakin ten more minutes before he called the young man’s agent.

[musicallybrilliant]

dress down day at the jedi temple and anakin has this sweatshirt that says “obi #1 kenobi” in large bold letters that he wears unashamedly around the temple all day

[daily-ewan]

Ewan McGregor.

[miimesis]

📷 📷  –––– The SHOOT

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JOHANNA

She watched his expression carefully. There was nothing that unnerved Johanna more than someone with an unreadable personality. And she was surprised to see that at the mention of said opera, Ben seemed to light up subtly. Her eyes widened at his obviously extensive knowledge - more than even the backers talked to her about.

“ I-I –– thank you,” she managed, blinking. She coughed out her shock when he mentioned the actual purpose of the shoot, but shook her head in dismissal. 

“Alright, I can do that. Infatuation?” she added, suddenly clinging onto Skywalker’s arm and blinking up at him with a slightly ‘awed’ expression. She let go again and laughed, a little more at ease now. It wasn’t too difficult after all, she supposed. Just a little more up close and less overplayed than she was used to. 

“Johanna, please,” she added with a little flap of her hands towards Ben. “Well, I come from a little village outside of Yorkshire,” her eyes rolled upwards, to the left, off to the distance as she was explaining. “My Mother has a chocolate shop that I grew up above. It was an idyllic thing, really.” Her smile grew and she knew what he was trying to do.  “Why don’t you tell me something about you?” she asked, attempting a tiny bit of backtalk, although still somehow entirely genuine.

Anakin’s eyebrows shot up. She looked at Ben incredulously, doing a sideways thumbs up towards Johanna who turned and laughed at him as he did so. She liked him, she decided. 

“A photographer is a little like a director, isn’t he?” she added, eyes round and stupidly innocent. Although there was a distinct feel about them which spoke of the same thing that Anakin was made of. But hers were a chocolate brown that matched her childhood, ones that were warm and would remind one of rich autumnal walks in the woods. 

“Tell me and Mr Skywalker some stories?”

It was clear from their shared look of surprise that neither Ben nor Anakin had expected Johanna to launch herself so fully into her new role, though Ben did not hesitate too long before continuing, bright flashes of light accompanying each shot. Most likely he’d be unable to use these particular shots ---- the ad called for a more serious tone, after all ---- but they wouldn’t hurt his portfolio. He’d always preferred a more candid style than posed photographs, though both were necessary in shoots such as these. Thankfully, Anakin had the knack of making even the most intense session appear natural, his fluid grace and easy beauty an odd juxtaposition to the clumsy, almost shy heart that lay beneath. Johanna complimented him well, her dark hair a wonderful contrast to sandy blond.

The backtalk earned a raised eyebrow, Ben’s attention never leaving the viewfinder.

“Pretend I’m not here, Miss Sharma --- Johanna,” he replied shortly, pausing only to adjust the lighting. “Keep your eyes on Anakin, please, not the camera.”

Anakin perked up, earlier surprise washing away as he fell easily into step. “I can tell you some stories.”

Ben did look up then, brow creased and eyes sharp. “Anakin----”

“Like the time we did a shoot at the Grand Canyon and Ben climbed some very questionable ledges just to get the perfect shot.” Anakin snorted, even as he hooked an arm around Johanna’s waist and drew her against his chest, leaving enough time for the click of the camera before melting into another suggestive pose. “Or the shoot out in the snow for the Christmas ad; he wanted to get a shot of me tossing a snowball at the camera -- so, naturally, I aimed for his face each and every time, and he couldn’t do a thing about it until afterwards. Man, that was a good one.” 

“Yes, thank you, Anakin,” Ben ground out, making a mental note never to work with the brat again. His gaze fell on Johanna, lips pressed in thought. “Johanna, if you could place your hands somewhere a little less awkward, please.”

[lesbiantogruta]

obi-wan “be extra careful anakin but lmao watch me jump out this window & cling to a droid ” kenobi

[takeeveryshot]

I Have A Bad Feeling...

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CLINT

Clint made no attempt at hiding his presence, something he was actually rather skilled at at this point. He couldn’t head to Curoscant and be known by the Jedi Council every time he was there to get work done. That was counter productive.

But now, he didn’t need to hide and really didn’t want to. This was too good of an opportunity, and he was patient, despite what his old Master had thought, so all he had to do was sit there while he felt the other man inspect the outside of the temple.

He had his eyes closed and his body relaxed when he heard him approach and he spoke, his lips turned up on a grin, oh man he’d missed this loser.

“Wretched?” he huffed a laugh, “Well, I guess it goes without saying it takes one to know one,” he drawled, then he opened his eyes, blue, glittering and full of warmth, they turned to see Obi-wan.

“Ha, that it has,” he agreed, he stood and then held out a hand, “Far too long…see you’re going a little gray there,” he teased gesturing at Obi-Wan’s forehead, “How are things, how are you? I’ve been hearing things, can’t really go by rumors though. I’d rather hear from a primary source.”

He’d missed this, the easy camaraderie that had formed the basis of his friendship with Clint Barton. He’d built a similar relationship with Anakin over the years, the younger Jedi’s quick tongue something he’d inherited from Obi-Wan alongside lightsaber forms and meditation techniques, but Clint’s ability to out-sass even Obi-Wan was something the Jedi Master had always secretly enjoyed. Clint’s departure from the Order had been abrupt, neither of them having had the chance to truly say goodbye --- Obi-Wan’s heart warmed as Clint stood up, the man’s tossed comment on the colour of his hair earning a wry roll of his eyes.

“I like to think of it as distinguished.” He resisted the urge to run a faintly self-conscious hand through his hair, reaching to shake Clint’s outstretched palm instead. A small part of him was rather disappointed that the man had not offered a friendly embrace, though the sadness did not diminish the glimmer from his eyes as he wrung Clint’s hand. 

Rumours ---- of course there were rumours. Obi-Wan had heard a few of them himself, both complimentary and insulting. Which had Clint heard, he wondered?

“At least you had the luxury of rumours --- I, on the other hand, have heard nothing but radio silence from you since you left.” He squeezed Clint’s palm, warm and calloused, neatly sidestepping the question. Things had been particularly hard lately, and Obi-Wan did not wish to dampen the mood with talk of war.

“So -- is this a passing visit, or have you heard the same rumours I have?” He asked, nodding toward the abandoned temple.