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[anthclogy]

@ahamartia​ / x

Susan stood.

She was notably damp from her little roll in the snow, but she wasn’t deterred in the least when she approached him, stopping just short of an arm’s distance. That’s how it went for them.

She pouted.

“Absolutey,” she confessed. 

He was an excellent interrogator.

[thejokersjester]

A Christmas Kiss!

Drawn by @galoogamelady & colored by yours truly! A special present for @driedink // @ahamartia to commemorate one whole year of this totally ridiculous and amazing ship of ours! <333

[chromecaptain]

Wreckage

@ahamartia

She woke to the smell of smoke, choking on it as she forced herself to her feet and staggered, nearly falling to the ship floor again when she tripped over a body. The ship’s alarm beeped and screamed, and Phasma heaved, coughing against the swirl of smoke billowing from a power unit in the wall, and looked down to see a flash of orange hair lost in the black of a general’s uniform. 

Armored hands snatched him up by the scruff, grunting as she hauled him into her arms, and carried him to the ship’s hatch, the two of them tumbling down into thick foliage. There was no time to check the body of the pilot, only to drag the General as far away from the wreckage, and spare them both the inevitable explosion.

And by the time the General finally began to stir, he would find himself inside the root system of a tree, an old animal’s den, with Phasma sitting nearby, fingers flying over the comm keys within one of her arm panels.

[cagednoblesse]

||In the Gilded Cage

@ahamartia

     Rare was the occasion of visitors, solitude had encompassed the young prince. Used to the lonely silence, the beckoning of his special ordered books entirely in braille...otherwise the comfort of his violin and piano was all he needed. The only person he was used to speaking with every day was that of his little sister.

     Not even she was around right now.

     Fingers effortlessly glided over the keys, emitting soft melodies from the plunking of each key, resonating and echoing around the room.

     Abruptly, he stopped, his fingers halting mid note as a sigh left his lips. “Lord Jeremiah, what are you doing here?”

     “You don’t have any other matters to tend to?”

     Rudeness was not his intent, however, the tedium of living each and every day within the walls of the palace...Each day he awoke with varying levels of weariness. 

[mcrmaidscales]

*       THE PRINCE’S CASTLE ISN’T SO FAR FROM WHERE SHE SITS.  Longing is always cast upon her face as she sits to watch what she can never have, what she can never be a part of. As long as she could recall, Ariel had wished to explore the human world but it was upon saving the prince that she’d found a desperate need to make her wishes a reality. 

❝ I’d give anything to have legs -- there’s a sea witch, but my father banned her from Atlantica a long time ago. ❞

( @ahamartia // starter call . // minerva ! 

[rcsethcrn-archive-blog]

@ahamartia liked x for a starter

Students had already begun to file out of the classroom, most of them eager for the start of lunch, but Margaery lingered and encouraged her friends to go on without her. Once the rest had gone, she gathered up her books and approached the desk up front. “Professor McGonagall, if you have a moment to spare, might I speak with you?”

[seesgood]

&. @ahamartia | sc.

The movies made it look easy. And the comics made it look easier. Lois Lane seemed to publish a new article about Superman like every other day with some sort of new interview or quote or something. But for her? Getting someone even remotely connected to the whole underground world of, well, superheroes? --- it was like pulling teeth. Literal, absolute torture. Either they denied it, or they’d give her that knowing smirk and refuse to answer questions. It was pointless. Caroline sighed heavily, licking her lips as she glanced at Vic. “So uh, I stayed late the other night to research this new article I’m writing.” Not that he’d care, she just...didn’t want to be a snoop. Even though she technically was. But it was just part of her job, it came with the territory. “And I saw this...girl in your office?”

[electricelle]

@ahamartia​ / vic.

Elle stared at him, eyes squinted and chin propped up on her hand. Vic’s endless game of 20 thousand questions, definitely got him some physical responses. All in a night’s work, she guessed. She was no stranger to that type work place injuries, even if she preferred to keep her distance from her targets.

“It’s wonder how you’re still on television.” She smirked and reached out to poke his cheek, pressing lightly into the bruise there.

“Find out anything interesting?”