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𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢. 28. 𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘴 & 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦!
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@calicomuses im sad 2 electric boogaloo
"She's on her OWN," Ellie could feel her feelings bubbling past the point of frustration, dangerously close to something else, partnering with the ever-present fear for Ahsoka, catching it like a grease fire. All Ellie could see was how isolated and hurt Ahsoka had to be feeling. Would Ellie be doing things differently to Anakin if she had the same, or even a fraction, of his sway with the Council? It took a great amount of self control not to storm up to the Council herself and give them a piece of her mind. It wouldn't help Ahsoka.
An uncontrollable shudder wracked through Elinor as she began to address Anakin again. "She needs more than this, General." Once this had passed, whatever the outcome, Ellie would be able to look back at how she was feeling now and be able to address that it was less about Anakin's actions, and entirely to do with how little she was able to do. Little Elinor Rhodes, helpless. Useless. Again.
what is your flower love language?
AFRICAN VIOLET. Faithful love! Your love doesn't come across just in your words...you express it in every look, every gentle gesture, every reassuring smile, and every time you tell your partner, "I am here for you". Your heart is brimming with love all the time, and sharing that affection gives you just as much joy as it does to the one receiving it.
@calicomuses – “it doesn’t always have to be you, you know? your shoulders aren’t the only ones that can bear the weight of the world.” from din.
"It does, though!" A frustration, one that had been building long before she'd even met Din, slipped to the forefront before she could carefully curate her words, and Ellie winced at the sharpness of her tone. The only thing Elinor Kenobi is certain of is that when there's a weight to take, she shoulders it. Din's right, of course, and she hasn't always held that weight alone, but recent years have isolated her, encouraged some of her most self destructive habits.
"I've lived a long life, Din. It hasn't always been very forgiving, either." Her words are low now, apologetic and her gaze is fixed on her hands as they wrap and twist around themselves (less harmful than picking at the corners of her nails till they bled). "It's been..." A sigh pushes past her lips. "A while. I'm out of practice... Letting other people share the burden." Maker, she sounds so cryptic, she can hear the ghost of Ahsoka's voice teasing her, a decades old quip about Master Yoda, lost to the recesses of pain Ellie had been trying her best to leave behind closed doors in her memory. "And even back then, it was not a skill I had perfected."
She doesn't want to push him away, the opposite, in fact. Maybe that doesn't come across. "I don't know what else to do with responsibility but to bare it, Din."
@calicomuses – “i am very small and i have no money... so, you imagine the kind of stress i’m under” from ahsoka.
A brief smile crosses Ellie's lips, long enough that she knew Ahsoka would see, but it didn't stop her from forcing herself to straighten her expression, a terrible and frankly useless attempt at neutrality. With this attempt came a silence, broken only moments later by a small chuckle, forcing its way from Ellie throat.
"I understand completely, 'Soka." It wasn't a secret that Ellie spent most of her efforts trying to minimise the affects of the very real, very intense stress that Ahsoka went through from external sources, and though she was glad her little sister could joke, the guilt that lived in the back of her gut twisted as Ellie hooked her arm through Ahsoka's so they could walk together.
"You've grown, though." Using her free hand to gently slice through the air to point out an approximation of where Ahsoka once stood against her shoulder, Ellie scrunched her nose at her younger sister. "You'll be taller than me, soon. And Anakin." An acted shudder. “Not sure I can do anything about the money, but I can sneak us to that diner. ‘Nd bring something back for Rex, maybe.”
@calicomuses im sad.
Warzones painted themselves against the back of Elinor's eyelids, every few weeks new ones fresh, as if she would ever run out of fuel for her nightmares and fears. She'd never expected to see Mandalore brought to this, though. Even when she'd seen Death Watch march Darth Maul across the podium, the ever astute voice of her intuition whispering about something not being quite right... In the end, Satine's efforts to keep peace at the forefront of Mandalore had been for nothing as Death Watch decided to start a civil war.
The familiarity of flames, death, chaos kicked Ellie into gear as cries rang out around her. She had a job to do now, and she could do that until she could figure out how to get back to Coruscant. Satine would have a solution, and until she could get to her, the people of Mandalore needed her. Maybe Obi-Wan was here, too, but Ellie couldn't decide whether that was a good thing or not. Maybe not to others, but Maul's presence screamed trap, trap, trap, and it was truly not knowing where Obi-Wan that allowed her to smother her fear until there was a better time to feel it.
Obi-Wan pulled her from the fray, donned in Mandalorian armour and an expression that filled her with dread, finally letting her fear seep in and take hold. There was a lot to infer from the situation as they escaped to the ship with Bo-Katan's help, but realising the Council's decisions didn't matter. Grief radiated off Kenobi in a way Elinor had never seen before: she knew before he opened his mouth that Satine was dead. It was the first time Ellie found it difficult to cry, so the silence on the trip to Coruscant was just that.
The silence continued upon their return, and though Ellie knew better than to push Obi-Wan, it didn't change the fact that she needed him. Part of her was even bold enough to assume he needed her. So she took walks, loudly, should he want to be in her company, he could find her. Or let her find him. Their relationship wasn't a stranger to either of them taking a step away from the other at this point, though Ellie wished that distance didn't play such a large role in their more emotional moments. It did mean, though, that Ahsoka and Rex were particularly well-versed in aiding their friends, and when Ahsoka told Ellie that Obi-Wan was meditating in his room, and that he would know Ellie was coming, the medic all but ran to his door, only to pause there. To catch her breath, she'd say. Raising her hand to knock, the door swung open before she could, and Ellie hesitated again before stepping in, then stepping back to push the door closed behind her.
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⚔ the princess bride sentence starters ⚔
“ you mock my pain! ” “ life is pain. ” “ he’s only mostly dead. ” “ i’m on the brute squad. ” “ you are the brute squad. ” “ prepare to die. ” “ we’ll never survive. ” “ nonsense. you’re only saying that because no one ever has. ” “ who are you? ” “ get used to disappointment. ” “ you keep using that word. i do not think it means what you think it means. ” “ i’ll use small words so that you’ll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon. ” “ that may be the first time in my life a man dared insult me. ” “ drop. your. sword. ” “ shut up!! ” “ you’ve made your decision then? ” “ i bet my life on it! ” “ truly, you have dizzying intellect. ” “ you’re just stalling now. ” “ you guessed wrong. ” “ enough of that. ” “ surrender. ” “ you mean you wish to surrender to me? very well, i accept. ” “ i hate waiting. ” “ morons. ” “ you are wonderful. ” “ you seem a decent fellow, i hate to kill you. ” “ why are you smiling? ” “ because i know something you don’t know. ” “ goodnight. good work. i’ll most likely kill you in the morning. ” “ oh, there’s something i ought to tell you. ” “ think it’ll work? ” “ it would take miracle. ” “ hear this now — i will always come for you. ” “ this is true love, you think this happens every day? ” “ death cannot stop true love. ” “ i died that day. ” “ we may as well die here. ” “ he’s dead. he can’t talk. ” “ as you wish. ” “ why didn’t you wait for me? ” “ you can die slowly, cut into a thousand pieces. ” “ you killed my love. ” “ it’s possible. i kill a lot of people. ” “ yes, you’re very smart. shut up. ” “ you’ve been mostly-dead all day. ” “ inconceivable!! ” “ let me explain. ” “ your vote of confidence is overwhelming. ” “ what hideous sin have you committed lately? ” “ will you ever forgive me? ” “ there’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. it would be a pity to damage yours. ”
RICHARD SIKEN / WAR OF THE FOXES Change pronouns as necessary and tweak sentences as appropriate!
I am faithful to you, darling.
When you bang on the wall you have to remember you’re on both sides of it but go ahead, yell at yourself.
Some people don’t understand anything.
He’s easy to desire since there’s not much to him.
No one wants to know what’s in his head.
To make something beautiful should be enough. It isn’t. It should be.
You’d break your heart to make it bigger.
Will you defend yourself? From me, I mean.
Let’s kill something.
I prefer to blame others, it’s easier.
All these ghosts come streaming down and I wish I had something else.
We all move forward anyway. Ripples in all directions.
What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead.
All thoughts finish themselves eventually.
Can we love nature for what it really is: predatory?
When you have nothing to say, set something on fire.
I wanted to explain myself to myself in an understandable way.
Something’s not right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it.
The enormity of my desire disgusts me.
Look away but I’m still there.
Want something to chase you? Run.
Take only what you need.
Never finish a war without starting another.
I’ve seen your true face: the back of your head. If you were walking away, keep walking.
The fear: that nothing survives. The greater fear: that something does.
All these things and what to do with them. We carve up the world all the time.
I like dead things. They cannot hurt me.
We like things related to our survival: soup, arrows - they expand the range of the species.
My body is a graveyard.
People like to think war means something.
Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other. We know who our enemies are. We know.
There are many loves but only one war.
You will need to comfort him, or we will never be finished with this.
You cannot have an opponent if you keep saying yes.
Its roots in the ground and its branches in the air, a tree is pulled in two directions.
The boy is a bird, bad bird. He falls out of trees.
You cannot get in the way of anyone’s path to God. You can, but it does no good.
Some say God is where we put our sorrow.
In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.
What can you know about a person?
Difficult thing, to be scrutinized so long.
Even when I look away I am still looking.
Everyone secretly wants to collaborate with the enemy, to construct a truer version of the self.
How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?
Why build a room you can live in? Why build a shed for your fears?
There wasn’t much left but it felt like him, wild and scared.
The best part of spirituality is reverence. There are other parts. Some people like to hear the sound of their own voice.
If you don’t believe in God, then who are you talking to?
But truth doesn’t count in law, only proof.
Was I discovered or invented? Feels like I’ve always been here.
Measure yourself against the truth and not the other way around.
Perfect and completely dead.
People don’t learn anything unless they are afraid of being left behind.
Logic is boring because it works. Being unreasonable is exciting.
I am your arrival, there is no refusal, we are here, you see, together, we are already here.
This is also part of the story: how the story changes. This is something I forgot to tell you.
You might like it here. I think that you might like it here.
I tell you these things because I love you.
It’s nothing like I thought it would be and closer to what I meant.
Maybe we will wake up to the silence of shoes at the foot of the bed not going anywhere.
It reminds me of where I was going without you.
You know what it’s like to be alone: gimlets and vermicide. You know what it’s like to be alive, so forgiveness.
You asked me once, What are we made of? Well, these are the things we’re made of.
I turned my ears in all directions. I’ll live alone or in between.
Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else.
Your body told me in a dream it’s never been afraid of anything.
I live in big spaces, so I’m left alone in big spaces.
We made ourselves cold. We made ourselves snow. We smuggled ourselves into ourselves. Haunted by each other’s knowledge.
To hide somewhere is not surrender, it is trickery.
I try to guess your trajectory and end up telling my own story.
I surrender my desire to be healed.
Take it or leave it, and for the most part you take it.
Shame comes from vanity. Shame means you’re guilty, like the rest of us, but you think you’re better than we are. Maybe you are.
There is no new me, there is no old me, there’s just me, the same me, the whole time.
Don’t try to make a stronger wind, you’ll wear yourself out. Build a better sail.
You want to solve something? Get out of your own way.
What’s the difference between me and the world? Compartmentalisation.
I hope it’s love. I’m trying really hard to make it love.
I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary.
I’d rather quit. I’d rather be sad. It’s too much work.
I mean, maybe it’s better if my opponent wins.
What happens when I no longer want to meet you?
Nothing lasts forever: we know this.
Longing and suffering? Of course, of course. You want it to mean something.
You can disconnect it or you can try to glue it all together.
We could pull it apart, spend our whole lives pulling it apart and have no time left to do anything smart with the pieces.
The sooner you embrace it, the sooner it will leave you.
You are what you cover up.
Noise and more noise. Noise up to heaven.
One wonders why a story like this exists.
I want to give you more but not everything. You don’t need everything.
Someone has to leave first.
He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand.
All this was prepared for me. All this was set in motion long ago.
I stayed as long as I could. Now look at the moon.
What does all this love amount to?
more lines from modern media that are raw as hell
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❝ we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. ❞
❝ we are good people and we’ve suffered enough. ❞
❝ violence for violence is the rule of beasts. ❞
❝ when the weight of the world is on your shoulders, you learn. ❞
❝ will you fight? or will you perish like a dog? ❞
❝ welcome to my twisted mind. ❞
❝ i will face god and walk backwards into hell. ❞
❝ you mean the chaos emeralds? ❞
❝ i see now that the circumstances of one’s birth are irrelevant. ❞
❝ it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are. ❞
❝ it’s not about the size of the dog in the fight but about the size of the fight in the dog. ❞
❝ pick a hell and rot there. ❞
❝ we are the timeline that god has abandoned. ❞
❝ do you think that god stays in heaven because he too lives in fear of what he has created? ❞
❝ every day we stray further from god’s light. ❞
❝ you’re about to experience the wrath of a god. ❞
❝ alone on a friday night? god, you’re pathetic. ❞
❝ you sit on a throne of lies. ❞
❝ they don’t decide who you are. you are who you choose to be. ❞
❝ thanks to you, i am saddled with unnecessary… feelings. ❞
❝ i survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me. ❞
❝ bold of you to assume i can die. ❞
❝ if you had the chance to change your fate, would you? ❞
❝ it’s a beautiful day outside. birds are singing, flowers are blooming…on days like these, kids like you… should be burning in hell. ❞
❝ despite everything, it’s still you. ❞
❝ in this world, it’s kill or be killed. ❞
❝ i’d sell you to satan for one corn chip. ❞
❝ prove to me that you are strong enough to survive. ❞
❝ i should have killed you when i had the chance. ❞
❝ god won’t let me die. ❞
❝ god gave me depression because if my ambitions went unchecked i would have bested him in hand to hand combat by age 16. ❞
❝ you know i had to do it to em. ❞
❝ it seems you were the one offended, my good bitch. ❞
❝ you will stay who you are, not a perfect soldier, but a good man. ❞
❝ YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD. ❞
❝ the risk i took was calculated, but man, am i bad at math. ❞
❝ this jackassery will NOT stand! ❞
❝ god can’t help you now. ❞
❝ i am a monument to all your sins. ❞
❝ if the world chooses to become my enemy, i will fight like i always have. ❞
@calicomuses – the enormity of my desire disgusts me. from obi-wan
There isn't an emotion that Elinor feels in anything less than boundless, immeasurable quantities, maybe she knows what he means. ENORMITY. His tone alone tells her they don't feel (ha) the same way, but their conversation told her more. She's listening to understand, not to empathise.
The words hit her in waves. Their meaning spread across a lazy tide, lapping at Elinor's feet as she processed what he needed from her. DISGUST. It's harsh, sharp and leaves cuts against her skin. How could she explain to him that any feeling shouldn't be shamed, shouldn't picked apart? She could feel her own emotions, anger currently, bubbling, though not at him. The people who had taught him this were the ones she turned her rage to. Interesting. Usually, she reserved fear for the Jedi Order.
Ellie began picking at the skin at her nails.
DESIRE washed over her next, so much more gentle, swirling pools around her, a direct conflict to the anger and fear settling in her hands and the base of her throat. This was about her. He felt that for her. Warmth tingled up her spine, relaxing her shoulders as she shifted her weight on the sofa. Bringing herself closer to Obi-Wan, Ellie tucked her feet under her, kneeling beside him. The anger, frustration, began to itch in her hands again, so she reached for his, calming herself and hopefully anchoring him.
"Baby, where does that come from?" Thumbs rubbed gentle patterns over the back of his hands, held loosely between the both of hers. "No feeling should cause shame." Her voice is soft, gentle, almost pleading. Begging him to see things how she did. To cherish his emotions, or at least respect them.
someday, you will ache like i ache.
I want to make you happy and kiss you a lot.
calicomuses.
— “every time i touch you, there’s a moment where you look like you think it will hurt.” from elinor rhodes @ sunsetsoft.
a sharp intake of breath. subtle.
he hadn’t meant to make it so obvious, but he never could lie to her. she saw right through him with hopeful eyes, and it took everything in him not to succumb to her every time.
it left a rotten taste in his mouth, but he wouldn’t pull her into this misery with him. she didn’t deserve the weight of his troubles. instead, he smiled. it wasn’t a nice smile, and he was sure she could tell, but he couldn’t bring himself to brighten it. a quick glance up: nobody around, he could touch her freely. his arm caught her waist, bringing her to him, close enough that he could press his forehead to hers and feel her breath against his cheek. the silence had gone on too long, and he knew he would have to answer her soon, knew that his hesitation was causing the cogs in elinor’s head to tighten and squeak.
couldn’t he just look at her a little longer? there was nobody to stop him. the jedi order was dying. things were falling apart faster than he could hold them together and his brother was losing his way. his sister was losing her home. but when guilt twisted in his chest and fear clouded his gaze, by his side, ellie remained. he wasn’t naive enough to believe he could protect her from all of it, but this he could bear alone. would bear alone. she deserved that. she deserved so much. to want was such a strange thing, but it came so naturally with her. he wanted to give her everything. he hoped she would find someone who could.
“my darling,” a hand raised, gentle fingers moving to caress the curve of her cheek. her skin was so soft, despite the rough air and artificial light, and she was looking at him like she always did. warm, with a twinge of concern. time to put her worries to rest. his own left to fester. “you could never hurt me.”
A gentle brush against his shoulders as she walks past; fingertips tracing shapes around his palm; cupping his face to bring his eyes to meet hers: touch isn't foreign to them. It's always been easier for her, perhaps, but sometimes, when she reaches for him, the look in Obi-Wan's eyes squeezes her heart. Her touch was supposed to provide comfort. They'd never felt fragile. Even when Ellie's demons were loudest, she could trust that their (messy, yet ultimately so simple) relationship was strong. But maybe she was fragile, Obi-Wan, too. Their lives, the world around them, too... Fragile.
The idea that he was bracing himself for something with her touch... It churned in her gut. It never read as rejection, but it piled onto her countless worries, and one day, it might. His smile doesn't convince her, but she's almost certain it wasn't for her. A way to try and keep himself afloat, his head above water. Was it working? How could she help? She wanted to trace the shape of his lips, say something that might brighten his face, bring his smile to his eyes, but thinking about how he looked sometimes when she did... Ellie keeps her hands to herself. She didn't like asking for things he couldn't give her.
His arm around her waist, she does her own surveillance, a glance over her shoulder as her feet shuffle and the anxiety that had been building up ebbed a little: his touch was a direct contradiction to her fears. Does he sense that? Does he feel her body relax at his touch, too? Now isn't the time to think about whether Obi-Wan knows his effect on her, but it lingers, a question for later, for different circumstances. Right now, she lets her eyes close, a brief moment, as their foreheads touch.
Now she wants to trace her lips against his: to say something she didn't have words for; to fill the silence that was gnawing at her anxiety; just for the sake of kissing him. Again, Elinor's self-control keeps her in check. Her hands rest on his chest instead. She imagines pulling him closer, imagines the space between them completely disappearing. She opens her eyes, gaze soft, worried, and it stays in her imagination.
My darling. His, his-his-his. Ellie leaned into his touch, the fraction of a movement, never taking her eyes from him as she smiled, small but brighter than his, at his words, waiting for the rest, unsure what he'd say. Unsure what she was hoping for him to say. Oh. A gentle permission, or Ellie's self-control finally cracking, her right hand slipped up, thumb resting gently at the base of his throat, fingers flat against his clavicle.
"Then why are you waiting for the moment I do?" Anxiety seeps through into her whispered words and she lets them hang there for a moment, mentally scrambling for the words she wants to say, only to come up empty. "I'm sorry."
spots to kiss. since y’all like kissing prompts—and who wouldn’t, honestly–so have a collection of places to press your lips to. many of these work perfectly fine for platonic or familiar affection while some are a bit steamier, though what counts as what is of course naturally dependent on the muses and the context. send ‘ SPOTS TO KISS + [number] ’ to kiss my muse there, or with # for dealer’s choice. context and description allowed and encouraged. feel free to use the last option ( 57 ) to give the kiss on any fantasy or scifi body parts not listed here.
a kiss on the top of the head.
a kiss to hair.
a kiss on the forehead.
a kiss on the space between eyebrows.
a kiss on the temple.
a kiss on the cheek.
a kiss on the eyelid or the undereye.
a kiss on the nose
a kiss on the ear.
a kiss on that space where jaw connects.
a kiss on the corner of the mouth.
a kiss on the cupid’s bow.
a kiss on the lips.
a kiss on the chin.
a kiss on the jawline.
a kiss on the back of the neck.
a kiss on the underside of the jaw.
a kiss on the throat.
a kiss on the side of the neck.
a kiss on where the back of the neck turns to shoulder.
a kiss above the collarbone.
a kiss along the collarbone.
a kiss on the space between collarbones.
a kiss on the shoulder.
a kiss on the bicep.
a kiss on the forearm.
a kiss on the elbow.
a kiss on the outside of the wrist.
a kiss on the inside of the wrist.
a kiss on the back of the hand.
a kiss on the palm.
a kiss on a finger. ( which one? )
a kiss on the side of the ribs.
a kiss on the shoulder blade.
a kiss on the space between shoulder blades.
a kiss along the curve of the spine.
a kiss on the upper back.
a kiss on the lower back.
a kiss on the sternum.
a kiss on a pec / breast.
a kiss under the breast.
a kiss on where the sternum ends.
a kiss on the stomach.
a kiss on the navel.
a kiss on the hipbone.
a kiss on the ‘v’.
a kiss on the front of the thigh.
a kiss on the back of the thigh.
a kiss on the inner thigh.
a kiss on the knee.
a kiss on the calf.
a kiss on the ankle.
a kiss on the heel.
a kiss on the foot.
a kiss on a toe.
a kiss on an nsfw body part not listed here. ( where? )
a kiss on a sfw body part not listed here. ( where? )
@calicomuses – “i’m not going anywhere” from din
A soft sound slips from Elinor's lips, hushed only as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. She said nothing else, because there wasn't anything else to say, but still the silence she let sit between them wasn't their usual, comfortable one. Recently, their time had been punctuated by Grogu: his mischief, his babbling. His absence was deafening.
"I know." Safe. Displaced, without the kid, without the Razor Crest, slightly adrift, but safe. R2-D2's beeps echoed in her recent memory, reminding her that the things she'd left behind were now demanding her attention, reminding her that she was holding something back from Din before the cold beskar brought Din's goodbye to her memory, and she promptly swept Luke Skywalker under the rug. Din needed her completely present, not thinking about the past.
"Neither am I." Finally, her gaze slips up to his, her smile sad, but still real.
