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[eleutheriana-archive]

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SEND ☹ FOR A MUSE I USED TO PLAY, ☻ FOR A MUSE I WANT TO PLAY. NO LONGER ACCEPTING. 

MARA JADE SKYWALKER.

it’s quiet on this planet. peaceful. if she listens, if she reaches out with her mind and lets go of the weight of her body, she can feel the LIFE radiating from all around her. flora, fauna, it’s all got a different signature, and it’s all peaceful, all gentle. it’s the perfect spot to meditate, to find peace and quiet and serenity inside of her mind. she thinks, maybe, this is why luke chose it ––– because he understands the disquiet in her head, the reality that she is a being who has been modeled by pain and war and thrives in the chaotic nature of battle. he’s tossing her a soft and easy ball with this one, something even a child with the worst hand / eye coordination could catch. he’s taking it easy on her.

IT’S NOT WORKING. 

she’s certain she’s going crazy, kneeling there with her eyes closed and her hands delicately resting on her thighs. the picture of a peaceful jedi knight, with her thoughts racing at a hundred parsecs a minute. she keeps FIDGETING. a hair brushes the curve of her ear and gives her the feeling of an insect on her skin; she swats at it. her throat is dry; she swallows, works her jaw. her left leg is starting to cramp. she shifts around, frowning as she does, and can feel his amusement from three feet away, rolling off of him in an affectionate warmth that’s colored, in her mind, a soft red, like the color of her hair, the color of his cheeks when she calls him farmboy. one vivid green eye snaps open to glare at him. 

❝ do you MIND ? i’m trying to FOCUS here, skywalker, ❞ she informs him loftily, which seems to only amuse him further, even as he apologizes, eyes closed the whole while. this comes so easily to him; his mind is so peaceful, so quiet, so gentle. not like hers at all. mara still doesn’t understand, sometimes, what he sees within the chaotic swirl of her aura that draws him in, but even now, even as she starts to doubt herself, she can feel luke’s presence in the force drawing back over her, soothing the disquiet. she is energy. he is serenity.

together, they are BALANCE.

silently, she smiles, and shuts her eyes again.

[scruffysmuggler-blog]

@ncrfherder ・。・゜★ aka a planned starter i owed ten years ago

                      “YOUR WORSHIP !! Just who I wanted t’see.” Notorious smirk  d a z z l e s  his features, hazel orbs staring right though her ; just as they always did. Han clears his throat, back straightening as he feigns solemnity. “Just got news of an URGENT mission.” Tone lowers     /     a drawl. He inclines his head closer ( she always smells so sweet ; skin glowing,  s o f t  as he knew it to be ). “We gotta head out on the Falcon RIGHT AWAY.” Finally his eyes glow with mischief, a WINK sent her way —— hinting to his plan.

[arepure-blog]

i was VERY excited to see your blog this year. I love how you play her: although she wasn't a main character, her portrayal could be tricky , but you're so WONDERFUL AT IT ! truly inspiring, and it's just so nice. i'm happy you love phasma because i love that you're on here! cheers to another year, hopefully better one.

  END OF 2016 : TELL ME ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING     YOU’VE EVER WANTED TO TELL ME, ANON OR NOT!

SQUEALS LOUDLY !!! i’m very glad that my blog excited you !!! i was getting tired of waiting for a phasma to come along to follow… so i decided to make my own. and promptly made the mistake of falling in love with her. and here i stand ! aw, you’re really sweet. i actually had seen your url around before i followed you, but i only really followed you after i took a closer look around your whole blog ( for secret santa *;  ). and i decided i just had to follow you, because your writing just… i very much love it, i decided. xox i love your leia and what you do with her. cheers to another year                        and may the force be with you. ♥️♥️

[theirstardust-blog]

▌▒ @ncrfherder ♡ ‘d.

          she’s unsure of just how to act in the presence of royalty, awkwardly positioned in a stance somewhere between standing and squatting. kneeling is appropriate, is it not? she is a princess, after all. “your highness, i hope the transmission was well received.”

[jedimessianic]

DOTTIER. / @ncrfherder

THOSE HE COMMAND    follow behind his feet,   his lead among the crowd hidden by the attire he shrouds behind.  With a single glanze,   he is but a smuggler in filthy clothes and an impelling gaze that drives curious eyes away.   Beneath,    he is an ashamed man,   tattered by who he was and haunted by who he is.    This planet had been his once before,    ruled with an    IRON   FIST   and unforgivable malice.    LORD   VADER’S  LEGACY   haunts the streets even now,    and he sees the same fear he once relished within the citizen’s movement.    The Empire had not been kind,   and an economy that had once flourished had been enslaved by the hungry darkness enveloping the planet,   orbiting just outside it’s gravitation pull,   always reaching,   grasping,    demanding.    He brings it with him now,    the unease of the Force makes itself known to all it passes with it’s tempting grace.   

His fingers curl to his side,    the girl he seeks the very direction the force guides him.    MAGNETIC   IN    ITS   PULL,    he follows obediently,   a servant to its demands.    A carefully constructed smile plasters across his aging features,    hand falling across market displays as his frame stops before her.    He is sure,   the Force is sure,   that the girl standing before him is whom he has been directed to.   The Rebels had aligned to destroy the very invention he gave former attention to.    The threat of the Death Star,   the Empire’s birthed creation,   loomed above them.   Above this very planet.   

  ❛     General,     ❜   he says softly,   his voice cautious,   his force sensitivities assessing her.   Brows furrow with recognition he cannot place    --------      a strange familiarity tugs at the back of his mind,    at the edges of his hollow heart.   His back is away,    his obvious attention directed towards garnets of cloth.      ❛     A dangerous meeting place in the middle of a war,   if I’m being honest here.       ❜

[scruffysmuggler-blog]

’ Do you dream about them? ’

✬Lilo & Stitch {accepting}✬

     A sense of u n e a s e, worked digits scratch at the back of his neck; heat reddening his skin as hazel orbs fall to the floor. His family was still something he knew quite little of. “Nah, not really.” A LIE. It only made the nerves building up in his stomach quicken, dry out his throat. Han sucked in a deep breath, his typical gleaming gaze instead cool, blocked off from the musings of his mind. Finally, he gulps, looking upon the woman he knows better than to tell FALSE musings to.

     “I mean sometimes. It’s kinda hard not to y’know. But --” a shoulder rises up in a shrug, lips pursed. “-- they disappeared before I could really remember ‘em. I ain’t gonna spend time thinking ‘bout things I can’t change.”