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YOU WANNA MAKE ME SICK, YOU WANNA LICK MY WOUNDS, DON'T YOU BABY? –– a multi-muse of primarily female characters, run by stuey (they/she, bisexual, middle eastern). affiliated with alondra, @divoutful. LAST UPDATED 09.07.25

MUSE LIST. *bold is high muse. ENVY ADAMS. AEGON TARGARYEN. ARYA STARK. PADME AMIDALA. ZELDA HYRULE. NATALIE SCATORCCIO. LOTTIE MATTHEWS. ALIA ATREIDES.

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@n2ptune * the latter end of lunchtime at midtown science. spider returns with his sandwich from the deli and a limp to go with it.

“why couldn't you have found me at a better time?” he jests, trying to steer the attention away from his .... physical altercation. [there's not a single reason to justify why he would try to fight a pair of varsity playing college students but, he would say that he'd be worse off not doing anything about seeing them topple a freshman.] regardless, now he has other things to worry about, especially with school picking up. their approach to the benches meant for him to put his bag on the floor and sit down, just to look up at her in awe. her hair like the sun, with eyes like planets — how does she just exist? after an awkward laugh he asks, “what are you doing for your presentation in english next week?”.

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@scerab * onset of a Clash At Demonhead! music video.

the reds shimmer when caught in the light, now approached by this [newbie? intern?] whoever has pulled an extra groan out of her. suppressing an eyeroll, she says “hi,”. latex skirt itches at her sides, envy reeks of discomfort. since when did shooting a music video take a whole week? todd's stupid vegan diet has made her fucking suicidal. the chains weigh her neck down and she again, in a pure state of irritation, interrupts the chattering around her. “what is it? i don't recognise you and i don't like having strangers in my space!”

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Ship?

Lol who dis

[divoutful]

[ Sihaya ...     his tone is both commanding and affectionate, mollifying the call to action he's imbedded within a singular word. His hands wrap around her waist -- pulling her from a deep slumber to his presence, to the duty he means to entrust her with. Meet with the senator beloved ... a gentle kiss upon her forehead, the smell of sand in her nostrils. He fades in and out of her vision, but she can still taste him between her teeth…. Meet with the senator, for there is a likeness between you both that I cannot interfere with yet… ]

She does not understand his power, but she understands the truth that arises from it, the visions plucked from their future realities, served violently in front of them. His truth becomes their truth. Fremen caution cannot deny what has arisen from the openings of his bloodied lips -- and even hardened skepticism like hers can be taught to bend the knee.

“ Senator. ” Chani's roughness is but a small cruelty, for she has never been one to welcome strangers with open arms. Politeness is an invitation to exploitation. “ You have not fastened your stillsuit properly. Come, quickly. ” @versusholy

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these hues of amber are not familiar to padme. these grains of sand are foreign to her touch; for they do not flourish and rise to the top of the dunes like in naboo, where flowers sprout in unapologetic vibrance from every patch of green land in sight. a piece of her misses the colour, but she must remind herself this is only temporary. her diplomatic duties must weigh larger on her chest, than her desire for the comforts of home. padme deigns to realise that the dunes of arrakis must be her comfort for now. her home exists only within her memory. within her yearning, she wishes for the grass of naboo to encase her body again, as it did so carefully whenever she laid herself upon the gardens of her palace. courtesy is honest and evident, the desert flower leads; the senator follows. ❛❛ oh, thank you chani. ❜❜

❛❛ your people have shown me kindness. it is not one the chancellor will soon forget. he is a close, old friend of naboo, and my family. ❜❜ their trek is equally as long and yet padme begins to find herself at a lesser stamina than the fremen who surround her. they are but nomadic; padme, is domestic. a feature the queen perhaps wishes not to acknowledge in whole. ❛❛ how much further? ❜❜

[dusklune]

Angelic beauty defines her being, a radiance so bright the twin suns of tattoine would melt upon looking at such a glow. Since the first day he laid eyes upon her, Anakin remembers light. In the darkness of his youth, in the treatment of a boy shoved aside for chore after chore, Anakin finds a reprieve in such a beauty. A beauty to himself. A beauty meant for far greater than a slave. When Obi-Wan takes him, trains him for a very moment like this — all reason seems to disappear. They are nothing but two lovers, a dove and its loyal ground beetle, in awe of such wonder. Her skin so soft he fears that silk itself would grow envious, Anakin smiles.

" You are the one that taught me all there is to know of safety. Of love. " He is careful in the open, careful to make sure the pillars keep them away. Oh the distance was too far, too long, too strenuous. This time, he wanted to stay near her for longer. For forever, if he could. " I would neglect my duties for you, to be nothing but the one who soothes you. The day you came to me like an angel was the day everything changed. I know you're afraid, but you shouldn't be. Nothing will happen to you, not when I'm here. "

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every word he speaks feels like a kiss to her temple, a reassurance blessed by his will to keep her safe. HIS WILL TO PROTECT HER. it is his duty; whether he means it as the jedi knight he is in training to become, or the man [in love] he has turned into. her brows form squiggles, furrowing tenderly across her head. their fate feels large enough to bring a tear to her cheek. it cascades down her porcelain with ease, it's fall made swift &. easy. her lips, pink, now wet with tears, unleash little utterances avert to coherence. it is unlike herself; to be so overcome with emotion. she is the senator of naboo. DIPLOMATIC, WITH SENSE ... (but anakin has rendered her senseless). ❛❛ oh, ani, i just... ❜❜

an exhale. ❛❛ we cannot move forward like this. ❜❜ she looks up into his eyes, her soaked skin blessed in the light of a naboo sunset. padme's hands interlock with his and for a second they are perfectly one. ❛❛ your duties as a jedi and i... do not align themselves. YOU MUST NOT STRAY, ANAKIN. what could possibly come from us loving eachother, but misery? ❜❜

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it only takes seconds for the senator to imagine her padawan protector as the little boy he once was — perhaps, it is the easiest way of remembering him now. he seems too aged, even at just twenty. his eyes overpower everything else, &. now when she looks into them, all she can feel is his warmth. though warmth is a strange thing; it heals, but too much of it can hurt.

padme's arms rest firmly on the pillar, &. when she finally looks at the man beside her, she easily feels the weight of his burden through the littlest of things; the pace he follows her at— the kindness within his gaze— the touch of his hand on her cheek. [he is softer than he is willing to admit.]

❛❛ I MUST ADMIT — I FEEL SAFER WITH YOU CLOSE. you make things better, when i get so lonely here. when i miss my mother, when i miss the smell of my home, you are what soothes me. ❜❜

for @versusnight's anakin skywalker.

[holyspawns]

starter call!!! muse list is up yall know what to do!!!!:333

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arya now

only if we do a few arya x jon ship threads ❤️❤️