#lightfaithed

[forcewilled]

#|| dirty bantha man (affectionate)

This is also what Obi-Wan calls him :) <3

qui-gon, while actively smelling like wet bantha: i fail to see the resemblance

[macabrec0uture]

For @lightfaithed

The Mos Eisley Cantina on Tatooine was not the most glamorous of places he had been to and nor one of his favourites, yet for business meetings of the shady kind where a public venue that wasn’t official enough to cause trouble if something went wrong was needed, it fit the requirements. Nyx, the name he had given himself was finishing his meeting with a Rodian bounty hunter, it did seem however it was going to take longer than he had hoped. Taking a sip of the Tatooine Sun, the light reflecting from the rim of the glass he raised an eyebrow at the bounty hunter. “You did the job, nothing more and nothing less, did you do anything to warrant a bonus? Take your credits and leave” he demanded, glaring as they left, muttering under their breath, it was a shame his droid hadn’t been allowed in, he would arrange for a visit to be paid later. For now with his two guards on either side, he enjoyed his drink.

[alootus]

just one, or maybe two. full lips planted little blooms of affection to her loved one's warm skin, left hand's fingertips curled to hold down the soft fabric of his tunic's collar. the blessing of a pleasant weather combined with his familiar scent pampered her senses. while 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 ruining obi-wan's meditative state did feel like a small crime, no ounce of regret found home in her heart as her kisses caught his mind and brought it ever gently to the present time. leaning back, humming soundly through her nose, padmé took in the sight of his heartful blues. ❝ so you claim, yet i cannot detect any displeasure ❞, she mused, lifting her chin in playful confidence, voicing a laughter as he seated her in his lap. she smiled against his mouth when he kissed her. this kind of joy was still, even after all this time, strangely intense to feel. ❝ of course i did. i invented it approximately two minutes ago. ❞ a pause. ❝ but there's something far more beautiful than me ❞, she spoke softly, ❝ your happiness. i love seeing you like this. everything feels more steady here, don't you think ? ❞

continued from here ! : @lightfaithed

[spokewar]

"have you ever seen anything more beautiful in your entire life?"

──✶horror adventure prompts.

"What, here? Not . . . terribly recently." It's responded with a raised brow, stuck somewhere between pity and curiosity. Obi-Wan knows his standards are low—being raised on Coruscant, a planet so past death its inhabitants burrowed into its hollow corps and patched it with layers of durasteel and concrete—but it's depressing to see from an outside perspective. And he can't help whether it's just a matter of opinion or lack of an experience that colors their opinions.

"You are talking about the planet, yes?" Now, it's concern which laces his tone. "Did you hit your head on the way down?"

[evcryopeneye]

@lightfaithed asked: 🎁 (for Yuffie) Dreams so Real - Metric

A proud kingdom had once stood here…now…well it was the remnants. The colours even felty muted despite the large five level red pagoda still standing in the middle of the large town. 

Yuffie wasn’t sure what to say about it, she hadn’t prepared anything, she hadn’t expected to be back here. Wutai has a ghost of its former self…yet it was still standing. 

The hayday of Wutai had ended before she was born, they had been fighting Shinra in one way or another for as long as she had walked the lands of this planet. “What if those days are gone forever?”

What if Wutai never got to come back to life?

What if she would become leader of a dead land?

It is a rare moment of worry and doubt from the usually over the top shinobi. 

“It’s scary…how fast the screams become a yawn…”

[nightmdic-a]

"I can treat my own wounds, you know - it's really not that bad; just a scratch."

@lightfaithed

[alderaconsort]

@lightfaithed liked for a starter !

HE IS quiet - melancholy . the ship they're on moves inexorably toward its destination , slowing for no one .

❝ Everything is moving so fast . Before long everyone we know will be scattered across the galaxy . . . ❞ and that's only counting the ones that survived . he sighs , a hand coming up to rub a hand across his forehead .

[kaleeshbled]

     Oh how he has become attuned to that smell. The stench of righteousness and what has become associated with annoying so-called justice. No matter how hard he could try if desired, Grievous cannot ignore that particular source.      The one enemy he carnally desires to defeat -- to claim that blade.

     “ General Kenobi. . . ” the name hissed out with as much venom and bitterness he could pack into his voice. A rather calm response to seeing the other, considering just how volatile their encounters have been prior.       “ Care to try again to bring me to justice? ” A jab, sounding a bit more friendly but still an edge of danger to the synthetic tone. Neutral terrain, neither having the advantage of home-terrain. A perfect moment.

@lightfaithed -- starter call