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I will be archiving this blog. Any active threads will be moved over to my new blog. If you want the URL shoot me a message. 

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#|x| ooc posт #another character picture.

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#|x| ooc posт #NEW MUSE

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Like for a one-liner from your favorite demon. 

#(м) crowley-..-the devil's favorite #(sтaятeя call)

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Yon-Rogg | @kreeborn

Yon-Rogg was prepared for anything Vers might throw his way, his senses always high and aware of his surroundings. Easing them down would only mean sloppiness and carelessness, which was something he actively avoided. It would be a bad example for his start student, who, in return, displayed just that - sloppiness and exhaustion. He could see it in her stance, in her blows that he easily blocked and in the way she threw punches as if they were sacks of ash yams. “We should stop for today,” he told her as he held her in an arm lock moments later. “You’re tired. Training like that will only fortify the mistakes you make.” 

The muscles in her hands and forearms tensed as she resisted the strain from the arm lock. With no small amount of petulance, she tugged against it, and her hazel eyes flicked up to his. 

“ No, ” Vers whipped out, “ I can do this, ” but that burn was back. Heat flickered in the center of her chest, spreading rapidly to the tips of her fingers, “ I can’t sleep like this. One more. ” Her tone is harsh, and she pointedly doesn’t look at Yon when she disagrees ( at least when she knows he’s right ). So her voice dropped slightly, “ please. ”

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Yon-Rogg | @xnoblewarriorherosx

The kree faintly chuckled, walking over towards her watching the woman for a moment as she spoke. His eyes not even hiding the fact the kree seemed to enjoy, her wearing his clothing by the slight smirk on his lips “I’ll keep that in mind the next time I go to get food” yon leans in stealing a kiss from her lips, before taking his plate to start eating “Sleep well?”

Vers glanced back at him, watching the way his expression changed. The little kiss was soft ( and too short-lived ). ❝ I did. ❞

The blonde made a second plate before sitting down in the chair opposite him, legs stretching out beneath the table. Their ankles brushed ever so slightly, and Vers took a bite from her plate, ❝ How is your side? There were a few moments you had me worried. ❞

#(roleplay) #(м) carol-..-the back up plan #≫≫( VERSE 003.) #xnoblewarriorherosx #xnoblewarriorherosx | 001. #t ;; battle worn #≫╰ (YOU'VE GOT TO BE QUEUING ME)

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Totally buy into the headcanon that Star Trek AOS Dr. Boyce is Mark Harmon.

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“They’re never going to find us!” 

“No one can hear you scream.”

“Kinda scary knowing we’re alone out here.”

“Did you hear that?”

“Please, please don’t.” 

“You don’t have to do this.”

“How long have you been out here?”

“I’ve found them!” 

“This place looks abandoned.”

“There’s blood.”

“Did you hear that?”

“What’s it matter, they’re never going to find us.”

“We’ve been walking for days.”

“Why would someone else be this far out?”

“We’re in trouble.” 

“I’ll get you before they do.” 

“It’s so peaceful out here.”

“This is giving me serious Blair Witch vibes.”

“You know I hate horror movies!” 

“They could have followed us?”

“That’s not from this world!” 

“The silence is terrifying.” 

“Is that an animal?” 

“It’s so nice not having someone constantly in your ear.”

“Stop breathing down my neck.” 

“We’re fine.” 

“If we’re not back by Monday, they’ll send someone for us.”

“Scared yet?”

“Now how do we get back?”

“You’re never leaving here.”

“You’re never leaving me.”

“They’ll never find you.”

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Anonymously message me one ship you’d like to see on my blog and why.

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Shipping meme!

Send ❤️ if you ship our muses romantically. Send 💋 if you ship our muses sexually. Send 💀 if you ship our muses toxically. Send 🙊 if you ship our muses platonically. Send 👿 if you hate ship our muses. Send ✌ if you poly ship ours muses with another.

Send 👎 if you don’t ship our muses at all. Send 👍 if you would like to discuss a possible ship.

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              ANGST  FOR  SHIPS  SENTENCE  PROMPTS .

              A VARIETY & MIXTURE OF ANGST SHIPPY PROMPTS,

                  CHANGE PRONOUNS AS NEEDED/FITTING .

❛    i   love  you.  do  you  love  me?   ❜

❛    i  thought  we  loved  each  other.    ❜

❛    why  are  you  with  him/her/them?   he’s/she’s/their  not  good  for  you.   ❜

❛    please  ..   don’t  leave  me  here  alone  to  rot.   ❜

❛    you  deserve  better.   ❜

❛    why   haven’t   answered  my  calls,   my   texts?   ❜

❛   you   vanish   for   three   days   then   decide   to   come   back   around?    ❜

❛   i’m  worried  about  you.   ❜

❛   i   don’t   know   if   what   i   feel   for   you   is   love.   ❜

❛   [ name ]   told   you  i   was  bad   for   you?   ❜

❛   you   always   pretend   you   don’t   care   but   i   know   you   do.   ❜

❛   you  don’t  love  me  anymore?   ❜

❛   why   won’t   you   ever   tell   me   that   you   love   me?   ❜

❛   you  didn’t  miss  me,   not   even   a   little? ❜

❛   can   we   just   have   one   more  kiss.   ❜

❛   don’t   say   that,   you  don’t  mean  it.    ❜

❛   please,  don’t   do   this   to   us.  ❜

❛   nothing  is   stopping  us  from  being   together   except   you.   ❜

❛   i’m  sorry,   i   won’t   do   it   again,   i   promise.   ❜

❛   i’m   not   in   love   with   you.  ❜

❛   why   are   you   doing   this?   ❜

❛   you   know   we   can’t   be   together.   ❜

❛   i’m  not   jealous,   just   curious.   ❜

❛   we’re   kissing   other   people   now?   ❜

❛   well,    you’re   not    allowed   to   leave   me,    ever.   ❜

❛   just   tell   me   where  the   hell   we    stand   at   now.    ❜

❛   stop   messing   with   my   emotions   because   you’re   unsure   of   yours.   ❜

❛   tell   me    this    isn’t    true,    please.   ❜

❛   you  broke  my   trust   which   is   worse   than   breaking   my   heart.   ❜

❛   i   can’t    always    help    when   you’re    in    trouble.  ❜

❛   i   thought   we   we’re   done.   ❜

❛   i   just   want   to   love   you,    let   me   love   you.   ❜

❛   you   pretend   you   don’t   know   me   in   front   of   your   friends.   ❜

❛    no,   i    cannot    just   be   your   friend.    it’s   not    enough   for   me.   ❜

❛    you’re    just    going   to   leave   without   saying   goodbye?   ❜

❛   i   don’t   want    anyone   else   but   you.  ❜

❛   how   can   you   treat   me   this    way?  ❜

❛   you   don’t   deserve   him/her/them,   you   deserve   better.   ❜

❛   you   know    i    will    always    love   you.   ❜

❛   you   shouldn’t   have   came   here.   ❜

❛   we    are    not   meant   to    be.  ❜

❛   you’re   not   in    love,    you’re   obsessed.    ❜

❛   i’ve   been   searching   for   you   in   everyone.   ❜

❛   do   yourself   a   favor   and   stop   loving   me.    ❜

❛    your   mother/father   didn’t   love   you   so   you   think   no   one   can.   ❜

❛    you   can’t    break   my   heart    twice.   ❜

❛    we   can   run   away    together,    start   new.  ❜

❛    can’t   you   see,    what    you’re   doing   to   me? ❜

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She finds him in a garden at the Jedi Temple just before dusk, two days after she commanded the execution of Order 66. She can tell by the look on his face and the set of his shoulders that he’s already been inside. All of the bodies have been removed and properly cremated, but there hasn’t been time for a full clean-up. She knows the hallways of the Temple are still littered with smears of blood and the scorched rubble left behind by blaster fire.

The area is completely deserted; the only two lifeforms around are herself and the man collapsed on a set of steps like a puppet with its strings cut. He doesn’t look up as she approaches, but the subtle way his body twitches as she gets closer indicates his awareness of her presence. She halts a few feet in front of him, skirt swishing against the ground as she stops. They remain like that – she, calmly standing before him, gaze sweeping over his dirty robes and soot-stained auburn hair, and  he, slumped on the concrete steps, eyes locked dazedly on the ground – for a few aching moments.

“Obi-Wan,” she finally says when it becomes clear that he is not going to be the first one to speak.

“Padmé,” he spits out. He at last tears his eyes from the ground to look up at her, avoid her eyes, as he asks, voice harsher than she’s ever heard it before, “Or is it Empress Amidala now?”

“Obi-Wan,” she sighs out his name, the way a mother would address a child who was being particularly difficult. “Please don’t –”

“Stop saying that!” he shouts, cutting her off. “Stop saying my name like we’re friends!”

“We are friends,” she reminds him, gently.

“You’re a Sith, Padmé!” he scoffs and jolts to his feet, lurching toward her. Though she does not step back, knowing better than to show any weakness by giving ground, she cannot stop her hand from twitching toward her waist, where her lightsaber is concealed beneath her cloak.

His eyes do not miss the motion and all the fight seems to drain out of him, abruptly. The brief bout of anger is gone as quickly as it came, leaving behind nothing but weariness and sorrow. He staggers back and falls once again onto the steps.

“How could you?” he whispers, “Padmé, how could you?”

There are a thousand different things she could offer in response, explanations and justifications, lies and appeasements. But the only thing she says is, “Because I had to.”

It’s not enough. “Why?” Obi-Wan cries. Tears are slipping down his checks now, making twin tracks through the dirt and grime. His despair is palpable in the Force; she can feel it radiating from him. She has her own emotions locked down tightly behind her mental shields. One of them has to remain calm.

Slowly, she moves forward and lowers herself to sit on the steps beside him. While he flinches slightly as she reaches out to cover his hand with her own, he doesn’t move away from her. He still won’t meet her eyes, but that doesn’t surprise her. When the truth had come out between her and Anakin, she had stopped concealing her eyes in front of him. He’d spent the first few days unable to look into them for more than a few moments at a time. She has to admit, even she’s still occasionally unsettled by their eerie yellow glow.

They sit quietly for some time, each lost in their own thoughts, both longing for the days when words and affection alike had flown easily between them. Finally, she knows they can prolong this moment of fleeting tranquility no longer.

“I am your friend,” she reasserts, squeezing his hand. She counts it as a small victory that he does not outwardly protest it this time, though inside he must still have his doubts.  

“I know that you don’t understand,” she tells Obi-Wan, voice a soothing hum. “I know that you’re scared and confused, and you feel betrayed. I could promise you that I’m not evil and I haven’t gone insane, that I am still the same woman you have called friend for years now, but I don’t know if you would believe me.”

He doesn’t deny it, and she smiles at him, sad but unsurprised. She had known before she’d come here that pacifying Obi-Wan would be no easy task. That was why she’d left Anakin at home, even though he was anxious to make sure his former Master was safe and unharmed.

She can feel that his anger and fear have abated. He is terribly sad, so very lost and unsure. Sensing his weakness, she allows hope to bubble up inside her, hope that she still has a chance to sway him to her side, that she will not lose yet another of her friends to their own stubborn refusal to yield.

Resolve strengthening, she rises gracefully to her feet and turns to look down at him. “Come home with me, Obi-Wan Kenobi,” she implores, holding out her hand. “Let my husband treat your injuries, meet my newborn children. And let me prove to you that our friendship has not been a lie.”

He slowly lifts his eyes to meet hers, gazing into the tangible truth of her nature for the first time. After a long moment, he looks down at her deceptively small and gentle hand. It trembles ever so slightly as, heart pounding fiercely in her chest and longing a sickening twist in her stomach, she waits to see if he will take it.

Sith Padme edits: 1 and 2 and 3.

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How her hand strokes his thigh. Obidala feels.

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“Ani, are you just going to sit here and let him die? He’s your friend, your mentor!” “You heard Master Windu! He gave me strict orders to stay here.” “He gave you strict orders to protect me. And I’m going to help Obi-Wan.”

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