#degobahsage

[kyberled]

are we all making minnie cry today?

[seachant]

heheheheheheheheheh

𑣲 ┆ are you ariel's type ? send it in !

@degobahsage a*riel and y*oda ... going on adventures together ??? exploring different galaxies !! maybe ??

[holonetdaily]

is yoda stealing cookies??

[grandvizier]

❝ who raised you? & would they recognise the man you've become? ❞

Ask my muse questions about their past ( accepting )

❝ Why of course they would recognize the man I have become. I am the vizier of Agrabah. All of Agrabah knows who I am. ❞ he said, grinning. ❝ I never knew my real parents. I know their names but have never met them. For the first five years of ours lives my sister and I were raised in the Agrabah desert by nurses, in desert tents, if you know what that is~ A typical Agrabah upbringing by the way. Made us learn early on to read the sands and ride horses and camels, etcetera. ❞

[griefdestined]

Send [Wake up!] for Sender to try to break Receiver out of it || @degobahsage

Obi-Wan Kenobi was no stranger to violence, war, or even pain. They had etched themselves upon his skin from a young age. Small slivers of pain forever written into his neck, a small crater under his clavicle where a slugthrower carved its name, white lightning dancing across his abdomen. No, he was no stranger to suffering.

Sorrow flowed through his veins as easily as blood, entwining with the light in a delicate balance that could only create compassion rather than apathy. It was what made Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan.

And yet, days found him in which that sorrow turned something more like despair, and the bright star dimmed to a low-burning candle. The body moved, the mind drifted; it protected. For it was the only way to save the flame.

It was one of those days.

The young Jedi Master moved through the halls of the temple, dutifully attending meetings and signing paperwork. Food was eaten to sustain his body. Still, something was missing behind his eyes. His movements seemed disjointed and slow.

Walking back to his quarters, he noticed his grandmaster beside him. Obi-Wan must have been moving slowly for the man to be walking in tandem.

"Master Yoda," he acknowledged with a glance and kept walking.

[temperedfaith]

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send ‘♡’ for a pointless fact about the mun.

.//i am currently working on creating a short video of myself for a fundraising campaign for work and i hate every second of it. this is one of the things i've been procrastinating about for the past two weeks. and i promised i would have everything ready by the weekend agh.

[nulluse]

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Munday Questions

🥹 Do you ever get emotionally affected by your threads?

Yes. Roleplay is collaberative storytelling, and stories are emotional by nature. If you're not getting emotional occasionally..... I think you might be writing the wrong stories. Latest emotional moment was over the thread with @vizslajetii ; Jaing having to explain to Tarre just want Order 66 has done to the majority of the clones? SOBBING

🕵️ Do you stalk blogs before following them? Be honest.

Not really. I certainly check out a blog's recent posts, but it's usually just 3-4 to get a sense of how they right and if I think I can vibe with it. It's not even just about if I want to write with your character - similar to the last question: are you and your partners telling stories I want to read?

✂️ How much do you edit your replies before posting?

Varies A LOT. Everything from how chaotic my typing was, how many spelling and grammar errors to fix, colour, bold, italics... I used to do more though. Before tumblr TOOK AWAY hover text!!!! My BELOVED HOVER TEXT!!! That enabled smooth in-post translations!!!!

[spokewar]

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──✶random book starters: pg. 294 of the scorpio races

"You should have dinner with us. It'll be beans or something else absolutely lovely." The request felt about as disrespectful as it did polite. Logically, Obi-Wan knew the life of a Jedi was not an easy one and Master Yoda has had more than his fair share of it, but it was still difficult to fathom him huddling in a derelict cave with expired rations and a smothered fire. He was revered and ancient. He wasn't suppose to sleep in the dirt, but yet there was an army outside outside and unlike the 212th, it didn't need sleep to function. It didn't care how terribly rude it was being for making the Grand Master of the Jedi Order spend a night out in the elements.

Without thought, he hummed, extending his presence in the Force and urging the air to still so the cold would stop seeping in. Something he'd learned as a youngling, it wouldn't necessarily warm them, but it'd help, and they would hopefully be ready to leave by the time the space started to stale. To this day, Obi-Wan still hadn't the faintest idea if every padawan was taught this trick or if it had just been a result of being under Master Qui-Gon's tutelage (regardless, he still taught it to Anakin who balked at the idea of ever keeping the cold away).

"I'll let you know when the transport is within range, it shouldn't be too much longer now." He really hoped as much. He didn't want to be the only member of the Council to bring an injured Master Yoda back with him.