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[noretii]

                       It was she who CHOKED on her WATER,

                                      WHILE he  D R O W N E D                                                                                                     in his own                                                       FLAMES.             

[hopedyad]

continued from here for @noretii

Flowers were rare things to find on Coruscant, at least in the places Rey mostly stayed. The higher levels always had pretty plants but that wasn’t really a place for an orphan to live, was it? Still she had found some and they’d reminded her of Anakin.

So as soon as she’d seen him she’d put the pinkest she could find into his hair, grinning as she did so. “Ah yes, just a decoration.” She teased, having a hard time not grinning at him. She pulled out the rest of the flowers. “I think someone threw them away, but I like them.” She eyed the flowers carefully. She had yet to put them in water, waiting until she got to her ‘home’ to do so. “Do you want another one?”

[mvstangsally]

      ‘ ---- Long time. ’

  Before Nik had a chance, Gen opened her mouth. She was unintentionally cold, on another bender of blood lust and cocaine. Trying to figure out how she was going to live her life now, was becoming difficult and toxic. Worse for the wear and internally falling apart.

  Time was never her friend. It was always not enough or too much. There was never a middle ground with happy moments to keep a girl off the edge. Of course she would find herself face to face with Nik after losing Evan. The man she loved too much. Just like her mother. 

 *   —————- @noretii​   ( random love )

[gatheringstarsarchive]

“AH” -noretii for Sakura

Meme [accepting] @noretii

Send“AH”to pin my muse against the wall but letting a RANDOMIZER choose

Randomizer chose: pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVING

　　　　“Master Skywalker?”

　　　　Sakura glanced up at him curiously, her Basic still a little thick with her native tongue. She’d been about to leave for the Senate as a vote was about to be put through when he stopped her, pinning her to the wall with his arms on either side of her. He was so close. Too close. He easily towered over her. He was so close, she couldn’t help but take in his scent. A heavy masculine scent that reminded her of cedarwood incense on her homeworld, but not exact. It would have made her dizzy were she not so transfixed on his face. Her green eyes were wide with confusion, searching for hints on what he was thinking. Eventually her eyes came to the scar on the side of his face. Her hands, flat against the wall behind her, curled into fists as she fought the urge to reach up and touch it.

　　　　“Master Skywalker,” she repeated. “I really should be going. Is something wrong?”

[essenceofhispenance]

LOVE & SEXUALITY & RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS  //  Selectively Accepting

💗 What advice would they give a potential partner about making their relationship last if they could with no judgment?  (@onewholeads​ / @noretii​ / @theraquelwrites​ tags all your blogs)

OOC;  I think for Chani, intimacy and the need/desire for touch is so incredibly important since something as soft as a relationship is incredibly fleeting. While there is a more childish/teenage approach to relationships ( marriage of youth) it seems more likely that, at some point, you will lose that.

Whether it is because your partner is called out and killed, or dies in raid/war, or is simply shot down for sport by those of the Imperium, you will lose them. In the case of being called out the victor take responsibility of taking care of the losers wife and children accepting them into their household as either a servant  or as a wife. The fact that a man can have many wives and not be in love with them is normal for the preservation of the tribe.

So, however fleeting, Chani still wants to hold onto something:  as many conversations that can be held, hands held, kisses, and just normal relationship things that can all be done within the safety within the safety of the Sietch. 

[withinycu-arch]

“do you share my madness?” (whatever strikes ur fancy)

Frankenstein starters | no longer accepting

“Perhaps,” The Emperor leaned back on the golden lion throne he had taken by force from one of the men who had killed his father. His blue within blue eyes looked black in the low light, less a man and more a nightmare of an oracle or prophet. 

“But my madness is filled with terrible purpose, jedi. And yours?”

[hopedyad]

✋

✋Touch the back of my muse’s hand 

It took Rey a moment to notice that Anakin had touched her hand, focused on the view. She glanced down at it and then glanced up at him. She smiled at him, obviously comfortable. “This is better than being down there when the sun goes down that’s for sure.”

[hopedyad]

continuing for @noretii from here

Hazel eyes watched him in his silence. He was like a storm. Silent and yet... she could feel the fluctuations and emotions around him. She still wasn’t sure why, but she still cared. She reached out to touch his shoulder gently. “Anakin, you can talk to me.” She moved to stand in front of him, other hand moving to his other shoulder.

“Even if it’s just to rant about how dumb Master Kenobi is.” She smiled a little. She still didn’t feel comfortable using any personal names for anyone in Anakin’s life. She was a street rat, after all. But she cared, and that’s what mattered, right?