#{jedimessiah}

[ofmospelgo]

@jedimessiah

living in the slums of tatooine, one learns the ins and out and all the places to hide. those on the better side of the law, shopkeepers and mechanics and politicians forget about those they use and look down upon. so even if they're being chased by men far bigger than they are, they know more about the winding streets and alleyways.

cobb isn't paying much attention to anything other than shouts behind them until anakin pulls him down a narrow break in the buildings. back pressed against the wall, arms around anakin in the tight space, he has to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the men run by their hiding spot.

once he knows they're in the clear, he drops his head to anakin's shoulder and snickers. "think they'll give up now?"

[ncrthernl1ghts]

ARMS ARE FOLDED across the older man's chest, brow quirking at anakin. truly, the stubborn boy has grown into a stubborn man.

" if i were joking, skywalker, you would know, " he gestures once more to the seat before him where a steaming mug of tea waits, " it will put you more at ease. master yoda did not get to where he is by only drinking caf, you know. "

a pause as he studies anakin carefully.

" have you been drinking water? you're looking like an unwatered house plant, my friend. "

@jedimessiah said: " you're joking. " ( anakin to sol <3 )

[faithfulmaiden]

THE BOND THROUGH ARTS — delightfully challenging the stream of reality, the familiar escape in drafts &. sketches, unfazed by foul arrivals because melancholia is our identity. will you swallow tragedies ? will you become the embodiment of ire ? this never–ending tide of negative memories lead you to weary shadows &. only with a paintbrush, or a page will those contumacious quarrels dwelling within your beating heart dissipate after venting your quotidian frustration.

relationship status : lovers of arts, respectful acquaintances, the revengeful prodigy &. the forlorn artist.

@jedimessiah — here.

[essenceofhispenance]

I LOST THE MEME

@jedimessiah ASKED "i cause pain out of necessity." (ANAKIN)

"You sound like a fool." she said with a light shake of her head. "To eat is a necessity. To drink is a necessity. to fight in order to live-- to survive-- that is a necessity."

She had lived too long in a world that was subsumed for its resources. Her people were hunted and treated as vermin. " it is not the way." she spoke finally.

"Pain comes from ignorance. A child sticks his hand into a flame to be burned, not knowing the burn would come. There is a lesson in that." her frown deepened. "What lesson is there in your pain? A warrior does not debase his enemy by toying with them. he does not waste his enemy's water when it can be of benefit to the tribe. " She snapped in her silent way, "You act like a child."

[hoovedrycal]

@jedimessiah liked for a smoll thing.

❛ yes this technology is a bit new, though i suppose maybe you can replicate such a thing? ❜ he asked. this was a dangerous move. regulus was doing the big no no. though it wouldn’t hurt to just share. the cervid prince grabbed his bag and he takes out the glowing morphing cube. it was blue and it was humming to life. it wasn’t as noisy.

[spokewar]

[ elbow ] sender accidentally elbows or leans on a button or ancient mechanism in the wall, which opens a secret door nearby

──✶horror adventure prompts.

Had the path of a Knight not resonated so strongly with him, Obi-Wan thought he would have made a fitting member for the EduCorps (despite—and just slightly in spite of—what the Council had to say). The Jedi were an ancient people, ones with rich history that was nearly forgotten to the public and withering within the Order itself. From what he could recall from his days in the creche, they had been taught little of the past beyond the Ruusan Reformation and his late Master, while a man of modern politics, was not one for histories.

It meant Obi-Wan had to learn on his own, sneaking into the archives well past open hours and forcing Quinlan to sit through Master Nu's impromptu lectures on how a changing galaxy prompted the Jedi to change and vise versa. He always thought his first years after his padawanship would be following the trail of information he'd spent his youth collecting, but fate had other plans in the form of a young Anakin Skywalker. Suddenly, his plans for traveling the edges of wild space in search for places long lost to time and collecting artifacts to gift all the Masters who supported him had vanished.

Though, perhaps it had been for the best because rather than exploring abandoned holy sites by his lonesome, he had the privilege of doing it with the padawan he'd raised into knight hood. It was a rare moment in time where there was no war which would crumble under the failure of their mission, no lives at stake, and no debts to gamble. They were simply just two Jedi standing in the place of their people long before them and it was as peaceful as it was daunting. They had gone from a decade of being teacher and student immediately to two generals in an active war zone. He knew who Anakin his padawan was, he knew who General Skywalker was, but he hadn't the faintest idea who Knight Anakin Skywalker was; and given the time crunch the Republic had put them under, Obi-Wan would bet Anakin didn't either. This would be good for them, healthy even.

"Don't touch anything yet." Obi-Wan spoke with a sigh, still trying to gather his breath from being somewhere so full of awe. The Force left echoes in every corner of the universe, but nothing quite like delicate chiming of a disserviced ancient temple. It was hauntingly beautiful and begged for interaction, meaning it would be best to meditate within its halls before pushing deeper into them. "I need a few minutes to properly sync with the temple before we go any further."

"You're welcome to join me, but I'm not sure you'd like what you'd find." For Obi-Wan—for most Jedi—it was easy to just brush against the surface of the Force, but Anakin was not granted such leniency. His power went to deep and beneath the temple's outermost layers was a pool of sorrow and violence. It was an ugly, rotting thing. One he hoped could be spared.

Time was far more fluid when he sank into the Force, there was no linear narrative, no beginning, and certainly no end. It meant that Obi-Wan had little idea how long had passed between the moment he folded his knees beneath him on the dusty floor and the next where Anakin all but yelped. His trance broken, he fell the few inches he'd been hovering above the ground with a rather undignified squawk himself.

"Padawan - Anakin!" His eyes shot open just in time to see a flash of sandy brown hair vanish behind a quickly turning wall and plume of freshly disturbed dust. "Anakin!"

There was little grace to the way he shot across the room, both palms pressing flat against the stone wall as he tried to will it back into place. "Can you hear me?! You are not allowed to get eaten by the temple, we just got here!"

[maramcna]

@jedimessiah jecki starter

master sol tried his best to take missions that didn't lead to jecki being on the front lines, though it wasn't something they could avoid forever. they called her kind master general and she's found that she doesn't like how commander lon sounds. whenever she is in the temple and not training, jecki spends time with the younglings just as sol does whenever he can. playing with them, helping with lessons when she is allowed, avoiding questions of war.

she was carrying a tray of lumpy mugs and misshappen bowls to the kiln when she crosses paths with the jedi knight. "Master Skywalker! I hadn't realized you and Ashoka had returned." glancing behind him, she didn't notice her friend with her master, still she offered him a smile. "Do you need help with anything?"

[dumelived]

                IT   DIDN’T   HAPPEN   OFTEN,   AND   IF   IT   DID,   THE   YOUNG   one   never   imagined   it   being   Anakin   Skywalker.   He’s   heard   the   stories,   the   battles   he   fought   alongside   Obi-Wan   Kenobi,   and   the   ever   looming   prophecy   on   the   man’s   head.   It   must   be   a   stressful realization for Anakin,   yet   Caleb   couldn’t   help   the   gleam   of   admiration   in   his   eyes   with   a   single   sideways   glance upward.   He   was   a   hero   amongst   the   younger,   a   figure   all   of   them   wanted   to   strive   to   be.   And   he,   Caleb   Dume,   was   going   to   fight   alongside   him!   When   he   made   it   back   to   the   Temple   he   would   surely   tell   his   friends   all   about   it.

                 DESPITE   HIS   EXCITEMENT,   THERE   WAS   A   LINGERING   ANXIETY   AS   HE   stood   next   to   Master   Skywalker.   Blue-greens   trailed   away   as   his   thoughts   strayed   to   his   own   Master.   Caleb   began   to   wonder   how   her   own   separate   mission   was   going.   Would   she   be   alright?   Would   she   need   him?   He   was   so   unfocused   that   he   didn’t   even   notice   the   group   departing   from   the   small   briefing   until   an   armored   body   bumped   his   own.   There   was   a   genuine   apology   before   the   Padawan   realized   they   were   all   leaving   the   area.   Blinking,   and   not   wanting   to   be   left   behind,   he   hurried   to   Anakin’s   side,   “   Soooo…   ”   Caleb   tried   to   shake   the   fog   in   his   mind,   “   What   is   it   we’re   exactly   doing?   ”   Something   about   a   base?   Or   droid   depot? @jedimessiah

[elencr]

´ ･ .  ✶ ━━      feet come to a sudden stop. her body turning on the spot.  eyes find anakin’s  ,  before her brows raised high into her hairline.  “  the left  ?  ”  she exclaimed  -  thumb pointing over her shoulder in the direction that the jedi had suggested.  “  on my own ?  ” his lightsaber was the only source of light that filled the cavern.  ellie had been following him.  she was betting on him to protect her.  she wasn’t very good at doing that on her own.  teeth chewed her lower lip. ,  the blaster that had been given to her felt heavy in her hands.  “  shouldn’t i stick with you. ?  ”

╰   ––––––– ✧   @jedimessiah​    :      asked      ❨        you take the left, i'll take the right.          ❩˙

[desireandduty]

"I heard you got yourself into another mess that needs cleaning up."

While she did love her husband quite dearly, and she was relieved to see him, Padmé was also tired, hungry and much dirtier than she ever liked to be. A diplomatic mission gone wrong had left her, Captain Typho and Versé stranded on the outskirts of Takodana's capital city.

One of the many outlaws who made the planet their refuge must have drained her gleaming silver cruiser of its fuel while they were attempting negotiations. They couldn't take off and did not have enough credits on hand for a refueling of that magnitude. To make matters worse, the negotiations had dissolved into chaos between the three factions warring for control of the city. She was persona non grata at the moment, and the only place they'd been able to secure lodgings was the grimiest hotel she'd ever seen.

While mobs and bouts of violence erupted in the streets of the city center, they were holed up here, waiting for a Republic Cruiser to come and assist them.

So when @jedimessiah strode into her tiny hotel room with a smirking grin on his face and teasing in his tone, she gave him a pointed look. "Not now, Anakin, please." With a sigh, she crossed the room to him and held out her hands to take both of his. Versé and Typho were both out, trying to scrounge up something to eat, which meant they were alone for now. "I am very glad your cruiser was the closest to my distress call, though. You're certainly a sight for sore eyes." She squeezed his hands in greeting and then slid her arms around his waist in a tight embrace.

[jaigalorad]

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 happy new year y'all !! Allow be to begin by saying my deepest gratitude to the rp community here where each and every one of you have expressed the art and literature i crave for. Last year was filled with life changes that includes new research opporunities at the JPL labs at caltech ( A DREAM COME TRUE ) alongside my work at nasa so writing has become a luxury i hope to reclaim soon enough. I'm grateful for my friends and family that helped me with my journey, and so excited to see what's in store next !! Without further ado, ima shout - out you lovelies 💙 💙 💙

@vuulpecula : i don't think i really need to say, but imma say it anyway. I've had one of the largest growths writing with you. Your creativity makes my muse's heart jump around in ways I never thought possible in the last five years. Like, I really began to like writing again ? Ohhhhh my gosh starbuck you have a superpower and it's insane. Despite my writing pace, I crave our plots together, so thank you for being one of the best people this planet has been gifted by <3 I love you so much starbuck, please be aware of reply attacks soon

@galaxycrxss : AAAASH AIGHT SO there's just simply too much to say about you that I can't express in words. You single handedly saved my blog all those years ago with your amaing lil hiro. your clone boys and other amazing muses, each one just so purely written. We both know dave plagerized you smh. You keep tabs on me all the time, and this is a constant gesture I will always keep close to my heart, because I'm simply lucky to have you and my friend. Thank you for the great expereience, here's to more this year !!

@debelltio : alistair, ohhh where do I begin ? From headcanons to plot ideas you never cease to end the boundless creativity. I'm utterally entranced by your writing, I hope you know I'll always be your admirer, just as much as I am thankful that we've come across years ago &lt;3

@acharnemcnt : AME omg may I please scream about you ? The amount of passion I read from you sparks inspiration. The headcanons are so eloquently written I can't help but think what my muses think / do in similar senarios. You are a gift in the rpc and a gift to this planet. Thank you for writing with me, I can't wait for more shenanigans !!

𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 & 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 : thank you so so much for being in the rpc. This community isn't the same without you. I hope to reach out to y'all very soon and very excited to scream together !!

@commandsir , @aniimvs , @ofpolitics , @alootus , @jedimessiah , @adversitybloomed , @sithsjedi , @lmperiums , @paramounticebound , @spokewar , @glorylead , @moonofiego , @mpiremoff , @techniiciian

[essenceofhispenance]

I LOST THE MEME

@jedimessiah ASKED: "we are your humble servants. our fate is in your hands." (ANAKIN)

In desert fashion she placed both hands on his shoulder and gave it a forceful ( yet playful) shove, "Your stories are growing taller by the day. First you say there is a planet full of water and now that people says such things as this. " She had wanted to know what lied beyond the stars.

"It is a nice dream though. A place with such water."

[hoovedrycal]

@jedimessiah liked for a smoll thing.

dark   eyes   dart  away  from  the  jedi.   regulus  hates  he  had  to  hide  things,  but  today  did  not  seem  like  the  day.  it  seemed  like  another  stressful  one.   the  cervid  prince  fiddled  his  nails.  “  i  cannot  tell  you,  i  can't.”   reg  says  firmly.  he  knew  nobody  cannot  trust  him  if  he  keeps  secrets.   however  after  how  everyone  is  acting  now,  it  was  best  to  remain  silent  and  lie.  lie  and  lie.    he  hates  it.  there  was  a  pitiful  feeling  in  his  stomach.   he  did  not  want  to  put  more  problems.   

[spokewar]

“How come I’m the one getting caught all the time? It doesn’t look good.”

──✶prompts from star wars: the clone wars

"Because you keep refusing to listen to me and you were so much easier to corral at my side before you hit your unwieldy growth spurt." As to emphasize his point, Obi-Wan palmed the top of his padawan's head, giving him a shove while also not-so-subtly checking for any bumps or tender areas (prone as he was to being concussed). There had once been a time where he'd been able to simply scoop the boy up and run—a tactic he'd learned from his own Master before his passing—assignments were so much simpler then. "And it doesn't reflect so well on me either; people will start thinking I didn't teach you any self defense."

Which would be an utter lie; Anakin had come with the knowledge of how to bite worse than a nexu and fighting dirty was never discouraged if it meant surviving.

"And what kind of teacher would I be if the only thing I passed onto you was my charming personality?" Obi-Wan shifted his grip from Anakin's hair to his shoulders, pleased to not have found any injuries, although he would still be bullying him about seeing one of their medics later once they'd settled down.

[jediirelic]

Obi-Wan has always had careful, surgeon-steady hands, though unable to recall precisely who he inherited them of (Stewjon, certainly; the details beyond that might as well be a sailboat on the horizon, an eidolon silhouetted against the setting sun). Something about them - plain, pitted, calloused by years of training - looks woefully inadequate against the blossom of blood from Anakin Skywalker's wounds. There's a certain .. exasperating panache with which Anakin does everything. Bleeding, it seems, is no exception. Even that cannot be ordinary- paradoxically iridescent, redder, somehow, than he imagines blood ought to be. Crude. Anakin's arm is settled in front of him; the split down his forearm is like a bolt of lightning. Obi-Wan is trying awfully hard not to think too much about the pulse of it beneath his palm as he places his free hand on Anakin's wrist, keeps the other tended over the wound, straightening his arm with care, brows steepled. "This wasn't part of the plan," he chides, but there's no real exasperation in his voice- just a tame, carefully-metered amusement that he's found frequently more effective at tempering his padawan than real admonition. There's a fleeting compulsion to deliver the blood flecked over Anakin's nail to his mouth- soft, distant, like a fleck of ash on the breeze. He releases his wrist, instead. "You must be careful, Anakin." So much for no real admonition.

@jedimessiah

[ver0sha]

@qmirs (@jedimessiah) liked for a starter!

Osha wasn't used the sticky humidity of the unknown oceanic planet she had been stolen away to. No, the once-Jedi was familiar with the burning chill of space and the dryness of recycled air (that made her wake with a sore throat more times than not). Here, she felt suffocated, in more ways than one - as she looked over at her captor from her spot inside his well-loved shelter. She felt a pull to him, an intrigue she couldn't deny; Osha tried to sum it up to curiosity. She had always been too curious, said her mothers, said Sol, said everyone.

Sighing out, her ribs ached with the strain of her still-healing wound. One hand pressed against her torso, pushing against the wound as if it would stop the zing radiating through her ribs. Another hand rose to wipe at the sweat - or was it sea-salt spray - trickling down her bared skin as she instead shifted to gaze out of the caves' entrance, catching glimpses of the raging waves outside. The luring siren-song call of the space ship across the rough waters itched under her skin as she stared.

"You said nothing was stopping me from going to the ship across the water. Why?" Osha's voice pierced through the air. "Why bring me here at all?"

She didn't understand.