#muse: Ris Daibhéid

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*One More Dance*

((I’m blaming you @koiwrites​--I DID NOT MEAN TO SHIP THIS SO HARD!))

1.) “Sway” by Michael Bublé

2.) “Personal Jesus” by Depeche Mode

3.) “Bésame” by Camila

4.) “Dance With Me Tonight” by Olly Murs

5.) “Singles You Up” (Ryan Riback Remix) by Jordan Davis, Ryan Riback

6.) “Shut Up and Dance” by Walk the Moon

7.) “Perfect/Can’t Help Falling in Love” by BTWN Us

8.) “Dance” by Tim Halperin

#Playlists by Ephi! #graphics by Ephiny #koiwrites #muse: Ris Daibhéid #[[Star Dust & Flower Petals // PoeRis]]

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As many muses as there are stars in the galaxy!

Okay, not quite, but dang it feels like it some times!

All the muses here are available to play with, both Canon and Legends lore is accepted and loved on here.

This is a multiship blog, so all ships are considered separate and in their own world unless otherwise stated and agreed upon by the parties.

To make this simple for me, I’ve divided it up into two groups: Canon and Original Character. Click on the character’s name to go to their stats page for more info and tags.

And yes, while of course, these are Star Wars characters, I do love a good crossover! So hit me up for AUs!

Leia Organa Rey Skywalker Ahsoka Tano Satine Kryze Cara Dune Mara Jade Temmin “Snap” Wexley Winter Celchu Sabé

Bolt Callista Dugan Carrie Gelin Phyllon Coul Jaskal Ster Kit Korre Ver Quell Ris Daibhéid Yeshua  Daibhéid

#My squadron of muses! (Muse Navi)

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Grieving is Normal

Fandom: Star Wars, pre-The Phantom Menace.

Character(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi; Korre Ver (OC).

Pairing(s): None.

Word Count: 910.

Genre: Angst.

Summary: There is more than one way to lose a friend. Two Jedis, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Korre Ver, learn the hard way.

Author’s Notes: Just a little something I wrote up for @koiwrites, based on a random idea I had from our timeline with our Star Wars roleplays.

Cross-Posted: AO3.

Emotions were a natural part of life, and despite the popular opinion of Jedi throughout the galaxy, they were natural to the Jedi as well. They were not immune to emotions; they experienced them as well. They are not living statutes, cold and emotionless like a simple rock. No, they feel. If anything, Korre believes, they feel too much. With the Force, it is impossible to be connected to it and not experience every emotion that exists.

The Jedi simply do not dwell on it. They do not wallow, allow themselves to drown in them, or be consumed by them. They experience them and let go. That is the teaching of the Jedi. It is healthier to do so rather than to bottle them up inside, to try and deny them completely, less to fall into temptation from the Dark Side, either from lack of compassion or being controlled by them.

Therefore, the heartache the young Twi’lek is currently feeling is only natural. She has suffered a loss. Grieving is normal. She can experience this emotion and let go. Still, it is painful in the present moment.

Ris could not have left more than ten minutes ago, and yet, it felt like an hour to her breaking heart. The news of the young Jedi Knight leaving the Order caught Korre by surprise. Of all the news she expected to hear, this was certainly not it. She knows such a decision has not come lightly to her friend, however, and she must hold fast to the belief that the Force is guiding her elsewhere. That is where Korre finds her comfort, even among her tears. The Force is still with Ris, it will protect Ris and guide her even outside the Temple walls.

Still, she cannot say that she will not miss her friend all the same.

It is only when another approaches that interrupt her thoughts and tears.

“Korre, what is the matter?” Obi-Wan asked with a slight, worried frown, concerned.

“Oh, Kenobi,” Korre greeted him, wiping her eyes and taking a calming breath before lowering her hands to see him. She bowed her head slightly in greeting, weakly smiling at him. “I will be alright. I’m just missing Ris. It was so sad to see her leave.”

However, her friend’s laughter only confused Korre. She would have expected out of everyone here at the Temple, Obi-Wan would miss their comrade the most. “Don’t fret,” he began, “The diplomatic missions Ris and Master Coul go on never take too long.” He grinned, thinking that would reassure her. “She’ll be back and making sweet-sand cookies for your younglings before you know it.”

“Diplo—No. She’s not…” Her voice trailed off as realization hit her. “Obi-Wan, Ris hasn’t left for a mission. She’s leaving the Order,” she gently explained. “You…didn’t know?”

His blue eyes widened in shock. “What? What do you mean she’s leaving the Order??” Obi-Wan demanded, his voice growing much louder so quickly, a twinge of panic to his tone. 

What could have happened? Ris was the most rule-abiding Padawan and Knight the Temple probably ever had! What could she have done to be forced to leave the Jedi Order? The very thought that she would have voluntarily resigned from the Order, so soon after being promoted to a Jedi Knight, did not even cross his mind.

“I do not know. She did not tell me what prompted her to leave, only that she felt it was what she must do. Master Coul is returning her back to her family’s home back on Naboo today,” Korre explained calmly. She felt guilty breaking the news to Obi-Wan this way. Ever since they were crechemates, Obi-Wan and Ris shared a close bond. Why hadn’t Ris told him? Perhaps she could not find him, but still, it seemed so unlike her friend not to personally tell Obi-Wan she resigned.

“What prompted–she’s choosing to leave?” Obi-Wan sputtered, almost stammering.

The green Twi’lek nodded, a slight frown tugging at her lips. “That is my understanding, yes,” she confirmed. She did not need to sense through the Force to know her friend was hurt, upset. No, the intense emotion radiated from Obi-Wan like steam.

“Where is she?”

“She told me goodbye just before you came. I believe she might–”

However, Korre did not get a chance to finish answering his question before Obi-Wan was running out towards the landing pad. She hoped he wasn’t too late…

A hope which was dashed when Obi-Wan sulkily returned not even ten minutes later.

Disappointment, sadness, confusion, and anger burned brightly off his aura as he walked past her. Korre’s heart now ached for him as well. As much as she cherished her own friendship with Ris, she knew Obi-Wan hurt even worse.

“Kenobi!” she called after him, and he stopped, turning to look back as she crossed over to him and hugged him. “I’m sorry,” she murmured quietly, not able vocally expressed the depth of her concern but communicating it through the Force.

Obi-Wan at first tensed from the sudden embrace, too wrapped up inside his own head to fully appreciate or welcome the gesture, but he quickly relaxed. There was a comfort in his friend’s arms, a deep sense of understanding and empathy that, while it did not extinguish the flurry of emotions he felt right now, it did help to temper the pain. He hugged her back, perhaps a little too tightly. “Me, too,” he mumbled. “Me, too.”

#fandom: star wars #Star Wars fanfic #Obi-Wan Kenobi fanfic #Jedi fanfic #Ephiny writes #Grieving is Normal #muse: Korre Ver #muse: Ris Daibhéid #(Still tagging Ris since it deals with the rps I've written with Koi's Obi-Wan)

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“If we only had more time.”

For @koiwrites​/ @mcltitcdes​- Because I couldn’t stop crying at that reply, and it wouldn’t leave me alone for this, lol. I normally would have posted this under my rp blog, yes, but given the current situation there, I’m posting it here. I just got so inspired by that one line in our RP thread, so six songs for the six episodes of the Kenobi series.

1.) “What If” // Kate Winslet.

2.) “If I Never Knew You” // Shanice and Jon Secada.

3.) “God Only Knows” // Beach Boys.

4.) “I Promise You” // Judith Owen.

5.) “Can’t Help Falling in Love” // VoicePlay.

6.) “Time to Say Goodbye” // Dan Vasc and Rehn Stillnight.

#Playlists by Ephi! #Graphics by Ephiny #koiwrites #mcltitcdes #muse: Ris Daibhéid #fandom: Star Wars #[[You're the home my heart searched for so long <3 // (ObiRis)]] #Playlist- If we only had more time #Obi-Wan x OC

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Star Dust and Flower Petals: A Poe/OC fanmix

[For @koiwrites​.]

1.) “Never Had” by Oscar Isaac.

2.) “Six-Shooter” by Coyote Kisses.

3.) “Immortals” by Fall Out Boy.

4.) “I Won’t Say (I’m In Love)” by Susan Egan.

5.) “Un Paseo Por Las Nubes” by Mariachi Tierra Azteca.

6.) “Counting Stars” by One Republic.

7.) “Painting Flowers” by All Time Low.

8.) “Hey, Mr. DJ (Keep Playin’ That Song)” by Backstreet Boys.

#koiwrites #[[Star Dust & Flower Petals // PoeRis]] #graphics by Ephiny #Playlists by Ephi! #muse: Ris Daibhéid

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Attachments

Notes: Ah, young love. Oh, isn’t it...such a pain in the keister?

Wow, I didn’t expect this to be so long! Apparently, this young padawan has a lot of thoughts about attachments to a particular snarky padawan returning with his master from a protect mission to Mandalore.

Fandom(s): Star Wars. Character(s): Jedi OCs, Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi mentioned. Words: 2,105.

Having the Jedi return back to the Temple after a successful mission was always a joyful occasion. While an all-out celebration was not held normally, there was a certain excited bustling around the Temple, the atmosphere brighter. It was infectious, especially among the padawans.

Ris was no exception.

From the moment the sun rose in the morning, Ris was busy preparing for Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi’s return from Mandalore. The pair had been away for nearly a full year, protecting a young dignitary to the star system.

Nearly every day they were on their assignment, Ris desperately missed Obi-Wan. To the extent others at the Temple teased her, particularly fellow padawans and the younglings. Almost every day, she asked her Master and checked with others to see if there was any word from Master Qui-Gon or from Kenobi. Everyone knew the pair were close since they were younglings, and Ris always tried her best to make everyone feel welcomed at the Temple.

But it was clear to the Masters, particularly her own, today was extra special for padawan.

She brushed her hair and pulled it back into a neat bun, her braid freshly done, her boots polished to a military shine, her robes cleaned. She usually made treats weekly for the younglings and returning Jedi, and she actually made a batch of sweet-sand cookies especially just for Obi. One not knowing the occasion might just presume she was to meet before the Council to start the trials rather than greeting an old friend.

And yet, when the young padawan saw her dear friend, she could…sense something was different within Obi-Wan. It puzzled Ris. What was this feeling she could sense from him? It was something new, something she never felt from Obi-Wan.

But she soon learned the reason for the feeling, however: Satine.

Satine was the young dignitary Quin-Gon and Obi-Wan were assigned to protect. The Duchess of Mandalore. Although Ris never visited the star system, she knew of it, having spent so many nights in the Archives reading up on the history of the galaxy, particularly, yes, if it seemed to involve those she was closest to.

At first, when Obi-Wan kept speaking about the Mandolarian duchess and their journeys, they were around the other Padawans. Ris anxiously awaited until there was a moment to steal him alone after dinner, heading down into their old familiar spot in the Archives. Finally, now they could talk about anything but–

–STILL SATINE!

Normally, Ris would love to hear every detail about Obi-Wan’s adventures with Qui-Gon, but now, she just felt a strange sensation come over her the more her friend chatted about the duchess. It was something she never experienced before. It wasn’t anger or annoyance (though, yes, they did accompany this new emotion), but whatever it was, Ris deep down knew it was just wrong. Still, she couldn’t help the way she felt in the moment.

“Satine! Satine! Satine!” Ris finally snapped, interrupting him mid-sentence, throwing up her hands in exasperation. “My stars, Obi, if you miss the duchess so much, why don’t you just go back to Mandalore!” she declared.

She expected him to get the hint to change the subject, or at the very least, Ris expected an apology for upsetting her, maybe even a tease with that damned smirk of his, but instead, there was a pause, and reaching out with the Force, Ris could feel a sense of longing from her fellow padawan.

Apparently, yes, he seemed to wish that.

It shocked her. She stared at him for a moment, trying to wrap her head around her swirling thoughts and emotions. They were bubbling to the surface. What was happening to her? She felt hurt. It was as though he slapped her across the face.

She clenched her jaw and tightened her hands into fists, her nails lightly digging into her skin as an effort to distract her from the hot pain coursing through her, but it did little to help. Tears welled up in her eyes.

“You… Confound you, Kenobi!” Ris spat, louder than she meant to in the quiet space. “I have not seen you in nearly a cycle, and all you can think about is that–that–that duchess!” She let out a shaky breath, releasing her fists at her sides, thankfully managing not to cry, but almost growing dizzy from the intense emotion. “Maybe next time Master Coul and I will be the ones sent out, at least I know I won’t leave anyone behind to worry about me!” She took the small tin of baked sweets from the pocket inside her sleeve and flung it to the floor before turning and racing back to her chambers before the tears finally fell.

She did not care who heard her, who saw her; hell, the young padawan did not even glance back to see Obi-Wan’s reaction to her outburst. She did not stop until she came to her room and flung herself upon her bed. Now alone and within the shelter of her own room, the young girl began to weep.

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Phyllon just finished conversing with Qui-Gon Jinn and was heading outside for an evening stroll when he noticed his padawan running past him. One did not need a strong connection with the Force to tell she was upset.

He sighed heavily. He…had a pretty good idea of why Ris was so upset. After all, he just spoke to Qui-Gon himself; the fellow Jedi Master confided in him how ‘fond’ his padawan was over the duchess. Phyllon knew the news would upset his own padawan when she found out. It was an issue long overdue he needed to speak with Ris about, Phyllon had been delaying it himself, perhaps hoping the problem would sort itself out, maybe in a peaceful matter, one that wouldn’t leave his young padawan hurt… But deep down, Phyllon knew it was unlikely. Still, he hoped for Ris’ sake, it was not something she’d have to deal with right now, let her experience a little bit of happiness before learning the harsh truth, but it seems that was not what the Force intended for her.

He would speak to Qui-Gon about it tomorrow, but for right now, he needed to attend to his padawan.

With a heavy heart, Phyllon came to her room, lightly tapping on her door.

“Go away!” came Ris’ reply from the other side. Her voice was hoarse. He could tell she had been crying. Another heavy sigh left him.

Poor girl. She was thirteen, and though she did not yet know it, she just suffered her first heartbreak.

Still suffering, Phyllon reminded himself. He, too, had been young once. It was a difficult lesson most Jedis must learn. It would be his first time teaching it, however, and even though he knew it was inevitable, it did not lessen the burden.

“Ris, it is me,” he spoke gently. “May I come in?”

A sniffle was heard inside her room before he heard her mumble a ‘yes’, and he entered.

She was seated on her bed, staring down at the floor, her hands fiddling with her braid. Her pain was so intense, it was almost palpable. She did not meet his gaze, not even when he sat down next to her, her shoulders shaking with every silent restrained sob.

Oh, his poor little bird. How he wished he could have spared her this.

For a moment, Phyllon sat there in silence with Ris, mentally debating on how to start the conversation. He quietly cleared his throat. “I thought you would have been in the Archives with Kenobi,” he began, “You were so excited to see him.”

“Kenobi’s a jerk,” she grumbled.

A weak smile tugged at his lips. He knew she did not mean it. That was the pain talking. “Oh? What happened?” he asked, trying to give her the chance to vocalize her feelings on her own.

She shrugged, idly rocking her feet back and forth, her eyes glued to the floor. “He just is,” she insisted. “I’m mad at him.”

He silently chuckled. “Your thoughts deceive you, my young padawan.”

It was her turn to sigh. “I know, I know. Anger leads to the Dark Side,” she dully responded.

“While you are not wrong, yes, anger does, but…no. I know you are not really angry with Kenobi.”

“Yes, I am!” she argued, turning her head to look up at her master, preparing to launch into a passionate speech about how she was feeling when she caught sight of his calm expression. She glanced back down, her hands now gripping the edge of her bed, frowning. “I want to be angry with him.”

“I know.” He carefully ran his hand through her curly brown hair in a paternal fashion, trying to give her some comfort.

The action was soothing to the girl, her eyes fell shut as she deeply breathed in and out like during meditations. When she opened them again, her gaze returned to the floor. “...Why am I not angry with him?” she asked her mentor as much as she did herself.

“Because that anger is only a byproduct of what you are really feeling, Ris,” Phyllon explained. “What you are feeling is jealousy.”

Her head snapped up at that, and she frowned. “Jealous? Of what, Master? I’m not jealous. Master Qui-Gon and Obi were only doing their duties as Jedi. We go off on missions, too. I’m not jealous he went to Mandalore.”

“I did not say you were jealous of his mission nor of him, Ris,” he corrected, his voice still gentle. “You’re jealous because someone else is special to him.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but she shut it, frowning, almost pouting. Once again, Phyllon Coul was correct. There was something about him framing the emotion in this context that clicked for Ris. More tears welled up in her eyes. “I thought about him every day!” she confessed, her bottom lip quivering as she tried to keep herself from crying. “I–I missed him. Didn’t he miss me?”

Though not in the same way as his young padawan, Phyllon felt his own heart ache at her innocent, earnest question. He frowned, stroking her hair. “I’m sure he did, little one,” he tried to assure her.

“No, he didn’t,” she whimpered, rubbing at her eyes furiously, but they only refilled with even more tears. “If he did, he’d… He–He only talks about Satine!” Ris added, her voice almost cracking with emotion. “Why…Why does this hurt so bad?...”

A heavy sigh came from him. “For the same reason Kenobi speaks of Duchess Satine so much,” Phyllon answered her honestly. It did not escape his notice the way she flinched at the Mandolorian’s name. “Kenobi…Kenobi is ‘attached’ to the Duchess,” he explained gently. “The same as you are with him.”

Hearing this, Ris looked back to her Jedi Master horrified.

“Don’t fret, Ris. I know what the elders say about attachments. You are not doomed to fall to the Dark Side just because you have attachments. Attachments are normal, Ris. It is not evil or wrong to care about others… You and Kenobi grew up together. It was only natural you would become attached. It is not being attached that is the problem. It is selfishness, possession, and jealousy. They lead you down the path to the Dark Side.”

There was a moment of silence between them, and Phyllon gave pause, allowing Ris time to absorb his words, to ponder them if she wished, to think of any questions she should have.

“Master Coul?”

“Yes?”

“Does it ever stop hurting?”

“It will, in time,” he assured her.

Though a part of him still felt pain from the fact she was currently hurting, he was encouraged she would stay in the Light. Ris’ heart was both her greatest strength and weakness. It could be difficult to navigate such strong emotions, but he had faith his padawan would find her way.

“It will,” he repeated. “Now, it’s late. You should rest.”

Normally, Ris would beg to stay up just a little longer to read more at the Archives, but tonight, even she had to admit it to herself, she was exhausted. “Yes, Master.” He smiled and gently patted her on the shoulder, wishing her a peaceful sleep, before leaving her room. Using the Force, she turned off the glowpanel in her room and lies down on her bed. She sighs heavily, staring up at the ceiling.

“...Goodnight, Obi… Welcome back,” she murmured the words she longed to say all day before shutting her eyes and trying to sleep.

#Ephiny writes #fandom: Star Wars #muse: Ris Daibhéid #muse: Phyllon Coul #Attachments #Star Wars fanfic #one-sided Obi-Wan x OC #Obitine/ Obi-Wan x Satine mention #graphics by Ephiny

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Bravo-6-1-6-7-0-Najarka

Notes: Okay, so, thanks to @koiwrites​, I’ve been on a MAJOR Star Wars kick. In addition to making a detailed prequel-Star Wars verse for my OC, I’ve also created a Clone soldier OC. And I’ve gotten the itch to do a scene, so here it is. It’s short, nothing major, just an introduction between my OC and our Clone soldier. And I don’t hate it? So I decided to post it.

The “Title” of the document is his identifying code.

Fandom(s): Star Wars, the Clone Wars. Character(s): Senate OC, Clone trooper OC, Bail Organa (mentioned). Words: 263.

“Well, if I’m going to have you accompany me until this threat against Senator Organa is dealt with, what is your name?” Ris asked simply, walking in step with the Clone soldier.

“I am number Bravo-6-1-6—”

“I’m not a Jedi or a soldier. I asked you for your name, not your number. You’re a person, not a droid.”

“I’m a Clone.”

“You’re still a person,” she insisted, her tone gentle but firm. The Clone soldier fell silent, which made her frown, and she stopped, looking at him inquisitively. “Did I offend you?”

“No, Lady Daibhéid,” he tried to assure, though his voice almost trailed off. “It’s just…not something I’m used to hearing. From, well, anyone.” He cleared his throat. “But I don’t have a ‘name’, not like you do.”

“Well, is there something you’d like me to call you?” she asked.

With a jerk of his head, he gestured to the large black crossbow in he carried. “My brothers call me ‘Bolt’.”

A faint smile touched her lips. “Alright. Bolt, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she greeted him, politely bowing her head.

“Pleasure’s all mine, Lady Daibhéid.”

“Come along, then. I have to meet with Senator Organa for dinner. I’d hate to be late.”

“Of course.”

“Oh, and one thing, Bolt?”

“Yes?”

“Just call me, Ris, please. I understand you might need to be formal around your superiors and mine, but really, there is no need for it, not if we’re going to be spending so much time around each other.”

“Whatever you say, Ris,” he responded wistfully. “At your lead.”

#Ephiny writes #fandom: Star Wars #muse: Ris Daibhéid #muse: Bolt #Bolt (Bravo-6-1-6-7-0-Najarka) #blurb post #Star Wars the Clone Wars OC #Clone Trooper oc