#INTCTHATGOODNIGHT. ( obi wan. )

[outlawfcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight / obi wan sent a meme.

“There were a lot of explosions for two people blending in.”

"Did I say blending? I meant -- " There was a pause, as whatever glib or suave remark she had hoped to make fell flat. "Uh. Bombing. I mean we're going to be bombing our way out." That had not, at all, been what she said, or what she had meant to happen, but too little, too late now. Or whatever. "What can I say? ND, he's got a heavy trigger finger."

[halofcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight / obi wan sent a meme.

❛ Words can be meager things. Sometimes they fall short. ❜

John had been more than a little spartan with his worse since he'd been found, crash landed, inside his banged up armor, half buried in a sand pile of this desert world. He hadn't made up his mind on the stranger that had dragged his unconscious self to what passed for his home, stripped him out of his armor and, from what John had gathered, tended to his wounds, still fresh from the battle with the Arbiter, until he'd regained consciousness. He didn't know where he was, even with the name of the world that he'd been given; it didn't match any in Cortana's database and that was ... well, that was nearly unheard of. She'd been quiet, reserving her energy to try and connect to whatever signals she could obtain, and she hadn't had much else to offer other than to confirm that they were not in any known realm of space.

The stranger -- had he given his name? If he had, John hadn't retained it, which was just further proof to him that he was far from peak performance -- was a warrior, that much John could tell from the way he moved and the shadows and creases that lined his features. The fact that John's armor and weapons were within eyeline and the fact that he hadn't ended John where he found him implied he didn't want to appear a threat, but he didn't seem phased much by John's armor and weaponry and broad frame either, which implied there was more to him than met the eye. Or he was a lot dumber than he looked. The thought made John's lips twitch into a fractured smile, mostly hidden behind the cup of blue ... something or other that he'd been sipping on while studying his host and his surroundings. "Words were never really my specialty," John agreed, his gaze coming back around to settle on the stranger. "I reckon you've got questions."

[wyldefcrged]

VERSES - generally 1x1 verses developed w/ & for other muns.

@intcthatgoodnight

ITGNSW1: prequel era. somewhat of an alliance - enemy of my enemy type with obi wan. befriends anakin. attempts to help him with his nightmares and dark side tendencies, trying to help him find a balance. potential physical relationship with obi (?) tbd.

ITGNSW2: post prequel era up to & encroaching on og trilogy plots. encounters with obi wan and anakin/vaderkin during obi-wan series, does not tell either the ongoings of the other; includes a working relationship with vader and the inquisitors but does not include her handing over force users to their cause. vaderkin & wynter ship, such as it is.

ITGNSW3: tbd era; sith obi - possibly swtor era or au to prequel/og. obi & wynter ship, such as it is.

ITGNSW4: og trilogy era; has mostly separated entirely from any tied and contact with vader. potential teaching / allyship with luke.

@maidencfdeath

MD1: star wars death sister / whatever dark side thing wynter is with cassie.

MD2: modern reaper & blood witch.

TB1: the boys verse w/ whatever wynter is thrown in - joint verse w/ @fckindiabolicxl & @orphanedshadow

more will be added as developed for my writing partners!

[slayw4lker]

✦ —— ﹙ KENOBI ﹚ ╱ DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK.

stubbornness wrapped around every ivory bone inside his body like a vine, and a singular muscle in his jaw ticked ( out of adrenaline? annoyance? ) as anakin looked over at @intcthatgoodnight. the reprimand was well deserved —— they now sat in what was, more than likely, a dead shuttle. he almost didn't want to leave the bridge to examine the damage... not yet wanting to become witness to just how bent its wings were, how marred the machine has likely now become with ugly gashes, or just how many parts had been inevitably torn off and lost amid its descent.

but he can smell the damage —— burnt and pungent and far too familiar for his senses. he could practically taste it.

❛❛ well it's not my fault that— ❜❜ the quipped retort was on the tip of his tongue but he decidedly cut himself short... because, it ultimately was his fault. ( he should have sensed that something was wrong. ) he should have better controlled its less than gracious fall from hyperspace, he should have done better. ❛❛ never mind. ❜❜ grumbled. it would have been easy to argue like he so badly wanted to; now knowing that they were both safe, it would have been appropriate to do in his mind —— but he'd kindly spare obi-wan the pain. he finally averted his gaze away from him with a still heaving chest and a huff. ❛❛ this is just great. ❜❜

[vyrulent]

starter call || @intcthatgoodnight ( obi-wan )

She'd heard the stories in her youth. She'd been told of people that were truly good, those that would not rock on their faith in the goodness of people. She had been that way once. Lucy had lost her goodness through no fault of her own. She'd been forced to change. She'd been stolen away to a planet without light, forced to become some monstrous being that feared the sun. Her skin was near luminescent and was covered in thick fabrics to hide from those harsh rays.

She'd escaped and surely he would send a party out to find her... or there would be parties of other types seeking her out. No one wanted a monster such as herself mucking about on their planets.

This was her sanctuary. This was where she had taken up residence until she could make her way to her previous planet. But there could be room for two if he would not harm her.

"If you promise not to harm me," her hood slipped back to reveal her nature, "I'll keep to the shadows. You'll be safe if you promise me that."

[devotionfcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight​ / obi wan gets a starter.

            She had sat in silence with him for some time now, the two of them alone in the center plaza of the expansive palace gardens.   The sounds of life beyond were distant, the low murmur of voices or the occasional chirp of droids the shuffle of feet in the passageways and walkways that created the small divide between nature and stone.   The scent of the night blooming blossoms was strong, familiar.  Comforting, as were the hint of constellations peering through the thready clouds that concealed most of the night sky in wisps and tangles. When she had first chanced upon him, she’d almost turned away, not wanting to disturb his silence, or perhaps his meditation, but after a moment she’d reconsidered, simply settling into one of the curved benches surrounding the simple fountain that he sat beside.   

     Finally, after a false start or two, she spoke, her voice quiet enough so as not to be jarring, but clear enough to be heard in the space between them.   “Has ... it changed much, since last you were here?”  That was not quite the question she had wanted to ask.  Had she changed much?  So much of who her mother was, of who her mother had been before becoming The Duchess was lost, locked away in the vault of privacy that was guarded almost as devoutly as the duchess herself.

[solesnati]

starter call            -            @intcthatgoodnight​

❝    did  you  know  my  mother  ?    ❞      his  conversation  with  Leia  had  stuck  with  him  .    with  the  war  over  and  all  was  said  and  done  ,    it  was  free  to  replay  in  his  head  over  and  over  again  .    there  were  so  many  unanswered  questions  he  had  .    perhaps  he  could  get  them  from  his  father  ,    Anakin  Skywalker  had  become  one  with  the  Force  and  joined  his  fallen  friends  and  mentors  in  whatever  great  beyond  there  was  .    but  Ben  was  here  now  ,    and  curiosity  killed  the  loth - cat  .      ❝    Leia  remembers  vague  impressions  of  her  ,    she  said  she  was  very  beautiful  .    i  have  no  memory  of  her  myself  .    how  old  were  we  when  she  died  ?    ❞

[cosmosreign-a]

doctor who quotes   /   @intcthatgoodnight​​​ said: “So, what’s happening? Is someone trying to hurt you?“ (to rey, from obi-wan)

         ❝  i don’t know .  ❞   Rey sighed ,  fingers brushing over her brow as she tried to reign in her frustration .  there had been something off in the Force all week ,  something that set the young scavenger on edge .   ❝  i suppose the First Order ,  but i don’t think this has anything to do with them ...  ❞   with Ben .  Rey would have thought the disturbance had something to do with him ,  but the bond had been  ( relatively )  silent behind the wall she’d placed between her and the fallen Jedi .   ❝  i was hoping you might know .  ❞

[chokethelight]

      “Apparently the negotiations were shorter than expected.”

@intcthatgoodnight​ - luke

[dutyfcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight / dexter sent a meme (modern)

❛ Fire doesn’t erase blood. ❜

No, Ben mused, which is a fact that the average criminal didn't realize. Hopefully, in this instance, that would work to their benefit. "Does that mean that you were able to acquire a large enough sampling at the scene to give us a dna profile?" Or match? He doubted they were that lucky. He glanced from the paperwork he'd been reviewing towards the blood tech from the local pd that he'd been working with on his current case. He was trying his best to keep from stepping on toes - no one ever liked it when the Feds stepped in, but there was something about his interactions so far with this man that made him feel like he'd done something to personally offend him. Or maybe this Dexter Morgan was just - like that, though it seemed that he was congenial enough with the other local officers.

[diplomacyfcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight​ / obi liked for a starter in the swtor sith verse.

               “Lord Fernos ...”   Her smile was pinched in a manner that only those few that knew her well would recognize --  unfortunately, he was one of those few -- but pretenses were as much a part of the dance of their Empire as betrayal and murder.    Not for the first time, she thought bitterly of how much more their empire could achieve, how much further they could go, if they spent as much time fighting their enemies as they did each other.   “I must have missed the notification of your intention to stop by,” she spoke, knowing full well that he had not sent any such message, and knowing just as well that she was in no position to refuse him entrance.   “The children are down for the night and I was just about to sit down for supper --”  Which, he had to know, having been invited to dine with his apprentice more times than she could count.  Which meant, in turn, the timing was undoubtedly intentional.  “Please, allow me to have the staff set a second place.”  A second place, and not a third.  

[soufflefcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight​ continued from [X]

            The look cast Obi-Wan’s way was an equal mix of amusement and annoyance, an almost huff exhaled as fingers scrubbed at her temple before distractedly sliding loose strands back behind an ear.  Her eyes searched over the proposed battlefield as she surveyed the strategy.   Of course Anakin wouldn’t like it, he wanted to run headfirst into every danger.  She understood the desire to put oneself in harm’s way to keep others from it, but there were times that caution for one meant caution for all.   “I don’t think he’s ever going to like me,” Clara murmured sideways towards Obi-Wan, with a tilt of the head to indicate his padawan.   “Not my fault I think his skin looks better attached,” she half grumbled.

[brittlefcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight​ / sith ani sent a meme for her sith sw verse.

❛ You must be very special. ❜

         It wasn’t possible.   It was not possible.  Yet, even though they had never met, his face was as known to her as almost any one else’s in all the worlds.  Holos of him, the time that he had spent training with her Master, with Lord Fernos -- the holos in Amidala’s home, even the visions of him that she had experienced... none of them had prepared her.  And how could they?  He was dead.   Even she had not imagined or foreseen, even with her visions, any other alternative.  How --

      Fear trickled like ice down her spine, sat sour in her throat.  She swallowed it down, clung to it, tried to solidify it into anger.   Into strength. 

       Power emanated from him.   Icy rage cloistered the air around him and she could feel the goosebumps tracing lines along her arms.   A spirit?  No.  She did not have to reach for him to know that he was a palpable form. Alive.  Here.  In her home.  No one came here.  No one except Obi Wan.   This island was the sanctuary that he had made for her, with droids to tend to her needs, droid sentries to keep her safe.  And yet ...   Here he stood, in her sanctuary.  In her sanctum.   His words made her heart skip, her stomach ache and tighten.  Were they a threat?  His very presence here was a threat.  

      How had she not seen this coming? 

             “I do not know who you are, or what you are doing here, but you are not supposed to be here.”  The tremble in her voice, in her lies, made her jaw tighten, but perhaps it worked to her favor.  “Please leave.”   She was no one, nothing, there was nothing to see here.   Leave.   

[ofthclight]

she’s not one to speak out of turn ,  but she’s always had a fondness for the jedi .  but as she stops beside obi wan and watches ,  barely biting back a smile ,  as padmé and anakin make their best attempt at being professional in one anothers’ midst ,  she finds that she can’t quite hold her tongue the way she usually would .   ❝ do you think they’re at all aware of how obvious they are ? ❞  she would die before betraying her lady’s secrets ,  but she also knows better than to think that obi wan remains oblivious to the romance budding before them .          /          @intcthatgoodnight​ ,  obi wan  +   liked for a starter ! 

[sufferingfcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight​ / obi wan sent a meme.

[ HESITATE ]:     startled by a sudden hug from the receiver, the sender pauses for a moment, before hesitantly returning the embrace.

A MEME I READ ENTIRELY WRONG AT FIRST GLANCE BUT I ALREADY HAD THE REPLY WRITTEN SO PRETEND THE ROLES WERE REVERSED ON THIS ONE AND I’LL REPLY TO THE CORRECT MEME WITH A  YOUNGER ANI LATER ON SORRY.

      It would have been an understatement to say that the Jedi Master’s movements caught the Knight off guard -- there was an initial reaction of stiffness, partially brought on by the sheer unexpectedness of the gesture, and partially out of an unfamiliarity with touch, especially one meant to soothe, or reassure, as openly as a hug was oft meant to.   And then, a shift, his own arms raising to tuck around Obi Wan, albeit on the side of awkward, a light pat against his master’s back, though he could not deny there was a rush of warmth in his chest that made him grateful for the unexpected gesture.  “All right, so, how hard did you hit your head back there, Master?” It was asked lightly, in jest, but there was a kindness and perhaps even a softness to it that their jests might sometimes lack.

[galaxyfcrged]

So general notes about @devotionfcrged : yes she is force sensitive but in her primary verse she doesn’t know that she is and just assumes it’s intuition / instinct / being trained to be perceptive and in general how to read people etc. She hasn’t been around force users pretty much at all since her mother has made a quietly concerted effort to keep her away from any of them lest they discover she’s a force sensitive and or connect the dots to Obi Wan. Myram doesn’t have active force powers that she knows of, obviously, but she does have a dream journal that she started keeping as a young girl when she started realizing some things she dreamed happened etc. she mostly assumes it’s some sense of deja vu or just her being able to subconsciously put pieces together that her brain translates for her in dreams. Primarily she’s empathic more than anything else. She tends to be slightly aloof and might come across as snobbish or distant or snide or maybe arrogant or snooty depending on one’s preconceived notions of her because she can become overwhelmed and uncomfortable if she becomes attached to someone because the closer she is to someone the more in sync she becomes with them and the more she can “intuit” their feelings. That being said if you get past the emotional armor and become friends or frenemies or enemies and any kind of emotional link gets made it will continue to grow the more she cares, whether it’s negative or positive, so long as you’re around her frequently enough to reinforce it. She probably also has some reflexive force abilities that haven’t been noticed or come into play like a fright or flight response - akin to telekinesis etc (force push or choke etc etc depending on the situation). I am open to au plots with force users that might realize what she is when she’s younger and try and get the Duchess to release her to the Jedi or dark siders that might insinuate themselves in to her life somehow and try and corrupt / manipulate her if anybody wants! She does have a verse, currently only plotted with @intcthatgoodnight where Obi leaves the Jedi and raises her that is also open to some plots if anybody wants. (: