Loyal Handmaiden @deviousdecoy-blog - Tumblr Blog

( i dont have access to my obi account rn. but i really need to talk/need advice from someone who is capable of dealing with some heavy shit. im lost and scared and i dont want to hurt anyone )

#this is....pretty urgent

queenknightley

#sabé; a ∂єνισυѕ ℓιттℓє ∂є¢σу

rpmemesalot

Send ❧ for a Morning After between our Muses

#meme

manichaeisms:

→ Anakin grinned. “I certainly hope so, since he’s meant to be stuck with it the rest of his life.” He laughed. “Ok. Fort first, food after. Got it.” For a moment, he wasn’t sure what she wanted in tugging his hand, but the gesture made it clear. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her as she asked. “So. How are we making this fort of ours?” he asked when he pulled back again.

“He’s a good catch. He knows what he’s doing in bed,” she said with a very smug voice. “Not that that’s his only good quality, but still,” she grinned back at Anakin. She made a pleased sound at the kiss. “With . . . blankets and pillows,” Sabé shrugged, and tugged his hand again, leading him to the closet.

#manichaeisms #sabe pls #th: pillow forts

manichaeisms-a-deactivated20200

→ His smile widened slightly and he kissed her fingertip when it passed over his lips. “Nothing especial, really. I was just thinking that I need to get Ben a ring. And I’ve got my favorite girl, which is plenty of reason to smile on its own.” He laughed. “Did he? Well, there’s no arguing with him anymore, is there? Alright. Do you want me to go make it now?”

deviousdecoy-blog

Her eyes brightened at the mention of a ring and she grinned. “He’ll love it, I’m sure,” she said, her smile widening further at his term for her. She was beaming now. “No, you’ve got to help me. It’s part of the fun,” she took his hand and tugged at it, then looked back up at him. Raising an expectant eyebrow, she tapped her lips at him.

#manichaeisms #th: pillow forts #( ani ur her fave boy so there )

manichaeisms:

→ He stroked her hair and just held her a few moments longer. She felt more present in the Force to him all the time, and especially now that it was so quiet, he couldn’t help but drink it in. It was calming now rather than overwhelming as it had been in the temple. “Mostly in the closet next to the bathroom.” He smiled. “I think we actually do, and I can make that just fine.”

“You’re smiley today,” she commented, reaching up and tapping his lips, then tracing along to the corner of them. “What are you thinking about? You look like you’re thinking,” she said, raising an eyebrow at him. “And good. I’m not allowed to use the microwave anymore, your boyfriend said so. But I’ll get the blankets and pillows.”

#manichaeisms #th: pillow forts

manichaeisms:

→ He smiled at her affectionately and shrugged. “I think he’ll get over it. It’s for a good cause.” He wrapped his arms around her the moment she was in arm’s reach and nuzzled her back. He left soft kisses against her hair and smiled. “I figured. Let’s get this set up and then I’ll make you something while you rest. You look tired.”

“This place needs a bit more mess. It doesn’t feel properly lived in,” she replied, She hummed happily at the attention, her hands stroking down his back. “Where are extra blankets?” she asked, still disoriented about where everything was since the move - Ben was the expert on that. “And actually, now I want Spaghetti-o’s. Do we have those?”

#manichaeisms #th: pillow forts

manichaeisms:

→ Anakin was reading when she came in, his phone lying quiet on his chest. He smiled at her and sat up when she appeared in his doorway. “No, you’re fucking right and we need to fix this.” He got up and tugged the blanket off his bed to use, then turned to look at her, his expression softening. “But first thing’s first. You look like you could use a hug.”

“Mm,” she nodded, leaning against the door frame. “How stressed do you think Ben will be if we make a mess of the room?” she asked before walking over to him. She headbutted his arm affectionately, then leaned in for the expected embrace. “....I lied to you. I really am hungry. But also, pillow fort,” she frowned, nuzzling against his chest.

#manichaeisms #th: pillow forts

manichaeisms:

[text] i’m not– [text] nevermind. i am a huge meanie doo-doo head and i’m sorry [text] yes we can. my room or yours?

Instead of answering the text, Sabé showed up a couple of minutes later in Anakin’s doorway. “Your room,” she answered with a smile, look more tired than usual. “We haven’t properly done anything in this house if we haven’t made a pillow fort yet.”

#manichaeisms #th: pillow forts #c: anakin

manichaeisms:

[text] i’ll try at least. it was better last time, remember? [text] what’s with you?

[text] I’m not actually hungry anymore [text] don’t be mean [text] can we please have a pillowfort

#manichaeisms

manichaeisms:

[text] i’m….. [text] how the fuck do i even respond to this? [text] can you hear me sighing from upstairs? because it’s loud and long-suffering [text] i’ll make them for you but i’ll probably burn them.

[text] no...i dont want burnt waffles [text] why is ben the only person in this house capable of cooking [text] im sorry i should just go back to sleep

#manichaeisms #shes in such a mood im sorry ani

manichaeisms replied to your post:"This is Anakin's voicemail, don't leave a...

[text]: you’re not supposed to leave a message Sabé, that’s literally the point.

[text] fucking bite me. i’ll leave all the messages i want. [text] im sorry that was mean [text] i really want some waffles though

#manichaeisms #??? sabe pls #mm verse

"I'm not using my laptop for that."

Random Sentence Starters (closed)

“I’m not suggesting that you . . . alright fine, I’ll use my own. You’re making it sound creepier than it is.”

#i have no idea the context of this but i blame it on my headache #motherliberty

"This is Anakin's voicemail, don't leave a message."

Random Sentence Starters (open)

“Listen you fuck I know you’re there.”