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[jedimessiah]

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[jedimessiah]

when i said low activity i meant it but will be here next week to do replies! hope you're all doing good! i am re-reading jude watson's jedi quest and sobbing over babykin.

#it's so freeing to just come around and do replies and not feel like i gotta always be here kfknf #vibes

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unsurprsing,  yet  infuriating.  if  obi-wan  is  dead,  where  does  that  leave  him?  if  obi-wan  is  dead,  the  council  is  blind  to  think  anakin  would  not  rectify  that.  justice  shall  be  his  success,  whether  or  not  they  would  have  it  so.  there  is  no  molecule  in  his  body  that  can  remain  still  and  content,  for  he  was  born  within  circumstances  that  breed  ire  and  little  meditation  achieves  peace.  of  course,  he  blames  the  war  and  its  unforgiving  effects.  it  ripples  through  the  galaxy,  bouncing  from  planet  to  planet,  from  sector  to  sector.  carrying  with  it  a  sense  of  chaos  -  the  force  itself  disturbed.

he  has  long  accepted  that  idea  of  death.  the  passing  of  comrades  in  a  blink  of  an  eye,  names  blown  to  memory  moths  in  farewell.  but  despite  this,  there  were  few  that  he  has  made  immortal.  padme,  despite  his  haunting  dreams  with  no  end.  ahsoka,  despite  her  taste  for  danger  that  mirrors  his  own.  obi-wan,  despite  welcoming  it  with  open  arms  should  it  come. 

anakin's  eyes  meets  spock's,  his  words  resonating  with  him.  "they  would  be  wise  to  watch  me,"  he  admits,  his  knuckles  quivering  as  he  squeezes  his  hand  tightly.  what  he  would  give  to  end  rako  hardeen  weaponless  -  with  the  brute  force  of  his  fist.  lips  quirk  upwards,  spock  a  logical  man  that  he  has  grown...  a  genuine  respect  for.  a  man  of  true  logic  would  know  that  often,  it  leads  away  from  what  rules  and  codes  may  demand.

"they  would  be  wise  to  watch  you  too,  apparently,"  is  a  tease,  anakin's  arms  crossing  over  his  chest  to  pace.  "maybe  with  you  around,  they'll  look  less.  will  you  stop  me,  when  we  find  him?" 

will  you  let  me  kill  him?  is  an  unspoken  question. 

                                        He knows more than he should — more than he admits — touching on a vibrancy in all this, lights and streaming technicolor that would be akin to admiration or wonder at the tension that exists in this room, bleeding out and outward like a festering wound. The comparison is apt, he thinks. Flesh torn from bone, innards spilling everywhere, red red red. The Force is a fractured dome of these dense vibrations, and Spock can identify it for what it is despite the careful blankness of his face, this fury. It is coiled, frayed, between these molecules pulsating at every crook and corner when he lets them come into his awareness. To stand idle would be impossible.

“ Their perspective is unsurprising, ” he says, tangling their eyes together. The council’s advisory is to be taken as scripture — untouched, unquestioned — and Spock would like to believe that he could uphold that wisdom were he in Anakin’s place. But he is not so certain.                                        “ And will likely be watching you. ” If they knew Anakin, they would know, would not be so naïve as to think logic could contain the wandering eyes of those left behind. “ However — they are not watching me. ”

#several months later.... hello <3 MISSED THEM !! #shenanigans and trouble with two unlikely guys lets go #fasciinating #clone wars verse

[jedimessiah]

THIS IS HOW IT FEELS TO BE ANAKIN SKYWALKER, FOREVER. THE SHADOW UNDERSTANDS YOU  /  THE SHADOW FORGIVES YOU  &   WITHIN YOUR FURNACE HEART YOU BURN IN YOUR OWN FLAME. tortured by syl.

#self promo. #star wars rp

[jedimessiah]

STAR WARS: EPISODE II - ATTACK OF THE CLONES dir. George Lucas

#⟶ bright delphic disillusions | visuals. #he's the IT BOY.

[jedimessiah]

@acharnemcnt ( prince of arkanis )

the  rainy  planet  eclipsed  any  other  option  he  could  have  been  assigned  to  in  the  outer  rim  -  though  anakin  still  possesses  a  hint  of  agitation  for  its  nature.  his  insistence  that  his  padawan  was  needed  at  his  side  fell  on  deaf  ears,  for  this  assignment  was  decidedly  for  him  alone.  anakin  abandoned  his  biting  comments  towards  the  council,  their  eyes  as  bagged  as  his,  though  he  repeats  that  is  is  only  for  obi-wan's  benefit.  amidst  war,  his  streak  of  rebellion  would  only  further  complicate  areas  that  desperately  needed  its  absence. 

instead,  he  sent  off  a  final  transmission  to  his  old  master  before  entering  the  arkanis  atmosphere,  the  pattering  of  rain  against  the  transparisteel  a  particular  solace.  unlike  the  spiraling  city  of  coruscant,  with  it's  looming  skeletal-fingers  of  skyscrapers  reaching  high  into  the  sky,  there  is  no  hint  of  weather  control  systems  to  keep  the  planet's  ecosystem  in  check.  nature  reigns  its  own. 

he  was  partnerless  -  posing  as  a  bodyguard  to  a  prince  he  only  knew  by  name.  the  data  pad  detailing  his  mission  is  locked  away,  passed  towards  artoo  for  safekeeping.  there  was  no  guarantee  of  it  so  far  from  courscant,  afterall,  with  his  mission  proving  important.  " well, "  he  murmured  to  his  droid,  his  ship  left  to  hum  to  a  stop  beneath  the  drizzle,  " it  could  be  worst. don't look at me like that, i didn't choose the planet. look after your own circuits. " 

he  could  be  surrounded  by  the  last  shrill  calls  of  men  falling  to  the  ground,  a  symphony  of  blasters  shot  into  the  sky  in  retaliation.  he  could  find  their  cooling  skin  with  one  final  hint  of  comradeship  before  he's  whisked  off  into  another  clamor  of  weaponry.  in  comparison,  this  is  a  vacation.

he  has  not  forgotten  his  manners.  the  proper  introduction  -  as  diplomatic  as  he  plays  at.  he  has  learned  from  the  best,  afterall,  though  even  the  years  spent  with  padme  have  not  fine-tuned  him  into  perfection  when  it  came  to  nobility  and  politicians.    he  has  grown  too  used  to  his  men  in  the  501st,  as  brash  and  burdened  by  war  as  he  has  become.  despite  this,  anakin  extends  himself  with  a  polite  acknowledgement,  the  poncho  pushed  from  atop  his  head. 

" prince  hux, "  he  greets,  the  words  oozing  that  practiced  formality,  " jedi  knight  anakin  skywalker.  apologies  for  my  delay  -  i  assume  the  council  has  been  in  contact ? " 

as if to say, have they told you of my babysitting ?

#verse name tba. #acharnemcnt

[jedimessiah]

throwing out a little starter call. please give me something to do while i amp up for holiday cooking. capping at 5-6!

#⟶ status : worshipping anakin. | ooc. ❯ #starter call

[jedimessiah]

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.

#this is so stunning i’m !!!!! barking loudly. #need to make a rabene tag asap.

[jedimessiah]

ANAKIN SKYWALKER – THE FALLEN ANGEL

by reeves

#that’s pookie!!!! #art tag tba!

[jedimessiah]

he has  grown  tired  of  talks  of  kyber  distribution.  he  has  grown  tired  of  many  things,  it  seems,  despite  positioning  himself  to  do  otherwise.  detective  kenobi  nipped  at  his  heels  like  a  well-trained  hound,  the  questions  and  concerns  a  growing  and  looming  mountain  he  is  not  equipped  to  explain  away.  it's  exhaustion  and  a  need  for  ...  an  outlet  ...  that  catches  his  eye.  if  not  for  his  sour  mood,  specific  and  intimate  to  the  memory  of  his  mother,  he  would  not  have  looked  twice.  he  has  made  it  a  habit  to  keep  his  eyes  glued  only  to  his  goals,  regardless of  where  it  may  take  him. 

bloodshed,  collateral  damage,  the  delicacy  of  a  self-fulfilling  war  -  such  a  tedious combination  that  jabba  left  him  when  anakin's  weapon  found  his  neck.  but  exceptions  can  be  made,  if  only  to  check  his  temper;  reign  in  what  he  must  not  let  loose.  it's  his  temper  that  landed  him  here,  posturing  as  jabba's  natural  heir  to  the  kyber-empire.  his  associates  have  become  borderline  uncontrollable  after  the  untimely  death,  as  expected  of  men  that  have  everything  to  lose.

he  may  be  the  one  with  power  now,  but  power  often  turns  even  the  closest  allies  green.  men  he  associates  with  do  not  take  kindly  to  someone  so  young  ordering  them  through  a  city  they  think  they  possess.

patience  has  never  been  a  learned  behavior.  not  even  his  mother,  with  the  patience  of  a  saint,  could  teach  him  properly.  but  there  is  one  thing  that  requires  it,  that  rewards  it,  and  he  intends  to  see  it  through. 

"madame,"  he  calls,  fingers  knocking  across  the  wooden  door.  the  building  is  quaint  and  filled  to  the  brim  with  the  treasure  he  arrives  for.  "rabene  tonsort?  i  have  a  consultation  scheduled." 

@faithfulmaiden ( rabene. moden verse. )

#streets of sin verse tba. #faithfulmaiden

[jedimessiah]

give this a like and i'll hop in your dms :) would really like some long-term threads to start! been roleplaying consistently for a while and would absolutely adore coming back to anakin like i've always wanted !

#round two !!! gonna get to replies throughout this week bcos i have a WHOLE WEEK OFF AFTER. bless. #<3 come plot come plot

[jedimessiah]

say it with me folks:

ATTACHMENT, as defined by the jedi code, is NOT THE SAME as ROMANTIC LOVE or PLATONIC LOVE. The JEDI WERE ALLOWED TO LOVE. What attachment refers to is UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS where ONE PARTNER IS POSSESSIVE OF THE OTHER.

( Evidence to support this claim can be found HERE )

NON-ROLEPLAY BLOGS, DO NOT REBLOG.

Roleplay mutuals are encouraged to interact and reblog.

#bless you for this

[jedimessiah]

TRAGIC AESTHETIC I SENTENCE STARTERS —  a bunch of quotes pulled from pinterest boards. feel free to make alterations.

i’m having a hard time describing how i feel.

did we really go through all this for nothing?

people do bad things when they are trying to survive.

i don’t know who i am anymore. i am no one if i’m not self-destructing.

no matter what i do, i can’t get better.

and now i have nothing.

when are you going to stop punishing yourself for things you cannot control?

i replay that moment every night in my head.

they’re dead because of you.

maybe i lied when i said i was okay.

i am tired of being brave.

loneliness really fucks you up.

this isn’t normal. this isn’t the way normal people live.

my mother is ashamed of me.

it’s been a long time since i’ve felt right.

he’s not coming back.

we’ll never be those kids again.

everything i love turns to shit.

i’m terrified that if i try my hardest, i still won’t be good enough.

what a terrible mess i’ve made of my life.

acting like you don’t care is not letting it go.

i wish i could have saved you. please forgive me.

ghosts? sure. i know all about ghosts. 

there will be no miracles here.

i wish i could let all this anger go.

why can’t things that are good just stay?

too many people leave without saying goodbye.

i don’t know who i want to be anymore.

what doesn’t kill you makes you wish you were dead.

the trouble is that you think you have time.

sometimes i still can feel his hands.

i’ve wasted so much time becoming nothing.

where is all the time that heals?

oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.

i am the monster you created.

#→ what’s closer to god. thirst or confession? / memes.

[jedimessiah]

give this a like and i'll hop in your dms :) would really like some long-term threads to start! been roleplaying consistently for a while and would absolutely adore coming back to anakin like i've always wanted !

#star wars rp #⟶ status : worshipping anakin. | ooc. ❯

[jedimessiah]

obi-wan kenobi.

❝ because patience has always been my strong suit for these sort of things, ❞ anakin jokes, lips coiling at the corners. he recalls many nights twirling his padawan braid in frustrating twists as he fumed over reports, yet then he was not offered much room for. . . procrastination. now, he can get away with it enough his complaints remain relatively controlled, though if he does not make a break for it soon, he's sure obi-wan will be pleading for an escape. he tosses his datapad far from reach, mechno-hand swooping down his face.

the data reports are not the only thing he's attempting to distract himself from. the tedious bound of energy in his step is another - the war molding him into a man that couldn't rest if he tried. there was always men to tend to, negotiations, strategy that kept him up staring into the depths of space with a yearn for release. molded - no, forged - into a weapon, into a soldier, into half mechno and durasteel. these apartments were a preferred place to rest, but they could not offer him what he needed.

he finds his footing, stretching in exaggeration. ❝ hey, if i'm not almost getting you killed, who will keep you prepared?, ❞ he reasons, electing to ignore all the various ways obi-wan has almost gotten him killed. ❝ have to keep you on your toes. and, you know, if you don't get a hobby, i'll have to scrape you up from your seat one day. is that what you want, master? ❞

not that he is far from that either, with the way his body aches down to his bones most nights. and yet, and yet, all he desires is the smell of pungent fuel, of fresh cushnip and bantha burgers from the concession stands. of the roar of pods instead of blasters.

❝ could always. . . share mine. go down a few more levels and you'll see. ❞

Nothing is lost on Obi-Wan. Anakin has a fire in his veins—a ceaseless need for adrenaline that fuels his boundless energy. His focus ought to be on the work in front of him—someone’s got to follow through with protocol—but instead his gaze is turned outward, toward the thrumming pulse of Coruscant. The dying light has given way to the soft violet of evening, darkness swallowing up the skyline like a cocoon. Lights have already started blinking on throughout the city, a thousand shining pinpricks across a field of endless towers.

Anakin’s got the itch to go out tonight. He carries a distinct sort of tension when he wants to get away from the temple; Obi-Wan knows the look well after years of stalking his rebellious apprentice through shadowed streets, feigning ignorance come morning. For all he must play the stern master—still, after all these years, Anakin so badly needs discipline—Obi-Wan is not unsympathetic. Seeing the longing in his former apprentice’s eyes tweaks the master’s heartstrings; it’s all he can hope that his lenience doesn’t one day get them both killed.

“What, you mean to tell me filing mission reports isn’t fun enough for you? Color me surprised.” He stands from his desk, rolling his shoulders in a half-hearted stretch as he moves to stand beside Anakin. Dry words, but there’s a gentle smile on his face as he meets his eye. “I hardly know what I’d do with myself without you trying to get me killed on so regular a basis. Pick up a hobby, maybe. I hear some people have those.”

#AHHH THEM !! #oh he's going to drag him into So much trouble #>:) #i'm so so excited #highgeneralkenobi

[jedimessiah]

PROMPTS FOR ACTION, CHAOS, AND DRAMA *  a collection of lines for the more dramatic adventures

put the gun down. now.

nobody leaves unless i say so.

quick! hide!

everyone's out to get you.

can you still walk?

how much money did you lose?

looks like we're stuck in here for a while.

someone has to stay behind.

get down!

i think i'm gonna be sick.

you have my word.

it's too dark in here. i can't see anything.

we're gonna have company!

did you kill them?

shut your eyes. don't look.

is there a problem here?

drop your weapons.

we'll never make it in time.

i think he's one of them.

we can figure this out! stay with me!

hold your breath!

let me make you an offer.

wait, do you hear that? something's wrong.

when i say go, go!

can you think of a better plan?

i'm taking you to the hospital.

i'll get the money, i swear.

someone started all this, and i'm going to find them.

i'll get you out of here. i promise.

we're running out of road!

if you kill me, there'll be nowhere else to hide.

i'll tell you how this is gonna go.

brace yourself!

give me your gun.

where the hell do you think you're going?

i don't know! i'm all turned around. i can't remember where we came from.

give me the password.

i never should have come here. this was a mistake.

do you even know why you're supposed to kill me?

don't give up. please don't give up.

this is going to get nasty.

you should sit down.

i'll cover you.

what's the combination?

shit! the door's jammed!

think i broke something.

this is a terrible disguise. i'm going to get caught.

we need to find something to stick under it to keep it open!

we both know what has to happen here.

i'm staying! i'm right here! i'm staying!

nobody has to get hurt.

we can't let them win.

someone's been here.

this was your idea!

you take the left, i'll take the right.

is that the best you can do?

please just let me live.

hold on! there's more of them!

i'm ready whenever you are.

they're dead, and it's all my fault.

i can't walk. can you carry me?

it's time to end this.

quick, through that door. i hear someone coming.

you just blew our cover!

i'm afraid it's a bit more complicated than that.

can you hotwire a car?

is the wall moving, or is that just me?

no! i'm not leaving without you!

i'm not against you, if that's what you're asking.

the current's too strong!

i think that's blood.

shit, it's a dead end! we're trapped!

hold my hand. we can make the jump together.

oh my god. he's reaching for something.

why didn't you take the shot?

we should get moving before they come back.

this isn't what i signed up for.

do you smell that? what is that?

are you with me?

let's go over the plan one more time.

we've got a serious problem here.

these people will kill you if they have to.

the door's locked. it needs a six digit code.

i think we lost them.

we might be stuck.

which way did they go?

i can't wait to get you back to the room.

let me drive this thing.

there's not enough room for both of us.

it wasn't supposed to happen like this.

you're bleeding.

i'm not sticking around to see what happens.

#→ what’s closer to god. thirst or confession? / memes.

[jedimessiah]

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#art #⟶ bright delphic disillusions | visuals.