#ourstoriesunfold

[somethingbcrrowed]

[ @ourstoriesunfold liked this post for a one-liner from Klaus anytime ]

"Who needs therapy when you can just repress everything and make jokes instead?"

[monbellemonstre]

add 3-6 films you think your muse would like and tag a friend or two.

Armand's Favorites (which he is VERY MUCH AGAINST me sharing):

And The Honorable Mentions (ahahahakshfslhgslgs):

(listen if I didn't put RHPS I'd be lying to us all)

tagged by: @vampvoices (thank you darling, I love these!) tagging: @eladead (for the snooping), @strxgxi (Daniel), @ourstoriesunfold (Viktor, Anakin or Ahsoka).

[kingdomsreign]

@ourstoriesunfold Anakin's eyes, which at that moment had been meeting Padme's own, cut away and down. The boy brought a hand up to rub his shoulder self-consciously as he shifted his weight between his feet. "Wasn't so bad," he mumbled, not convincing in the slightest, even to his own ears. "Things are better now though," he said, brightening a touch. Though, there was still a trace of something dark and sad in his eyes when he brought his head back up. It had been two weeks since the Battle for Naboo. Two weeks since his life had been turned upside down. He had been freed. Now here he was, on the most beautiful planet he could imagine with the most beautiful girl he could imagine. There had been a hope of Jedi training... but they hadn't wanted him... After the parade in Theed following the battle, Padme had offered Anakin a place within the palace rather than return to Coruscant with Master Jinn and his Padawan. It hadn't been a hard choice to make. Especially once Master Qui-Gon had made it clear that it was his choice. He was free. But his mother was not. She was still on Tatooine. The past weeks had been hard without her.

Padme' averted her own glance down to her hands, thumbs tapping at one another as the boy fidgeted with his shoulder nervously. She hadn't meant to say that aloud, but it was strangely difficult to keep her thoughts to herself when she was around him as they both valued honesty. Especially from someone she might consider her best friend, as he was slowly but surely becoming over the past weeks. When Anakin finally spoke again Padme' glanced at him, watching him closely as he minimized what she was sure was awfully traumatic, knowing there were so many stories living within him that she could listen for hours and hours and still never hear them all. Her eyes met his when he looked up and she didn't miss the hint of darkened sadness inside them. Her cheeks flushed red out of embarrassment at being caught staring, but she didn't look away. "Ani, I'm your best friend. I can see that something's been bothering you," She began warmly, not intending to allow the sadness inside of him to linger without being allowed to express it. "We encourage the freedom of expression, communication and honesty here on Naboo. No one will punish you for talking about it, if you want to."

[endcfanempire]

@ourstoriesunfold continued from .X.

Obi-Wan's frowning expression only deepened as his newly appointed Padawan shrugged away and insisted simply that no one else had cared about that sort of thing before, so he hadn't thought the Jedi might be any different.

He nodded slightly at the words, pensive and feeling a pang of guilt when the boy began to cough. He should have anticipated the tendencies, rules, social cues and habits that the child might have adapted in order to survive on a rather lawless planet and sought to correct them. The landscape had been difficult-- hot, gritty, stifling and aggressive --and he could not imagine bringing up a child in such conditions. Shmi had been a lovely woman, but surely even she- a slave herself -could not prevent her young son from enduring every hardship that came upon them. Apparently Obi-Wan had been studying Anakin's condition for a beat too long, as when the boy met his eye he saw a flash of embarrassment pass behind them followed swiftly by the boy's apology. Immediately the guilt abated, Obi-Wan's face softening into a gentle but concerned smile as he moved from his meditation position.

"It is alright, Anakin. You've nothing to apologize for. Now come--- we must see to it that you get some proper rest and medication." He paused a moment to help the boy to his feet carefully, then said softly, "Anakin, it is important for you to know that the term Master, when used in the context of the Jedi, simply means mentor or tutor. It does not carry the same weight nor meaning that it did for you on Tatooine... Do you understand?"

[somethingbcrrowed]

What Form Would Your Daemon Take?

Perching bird Your daemon would take the form of a perching bird! Those who have perching bird daemons are intelligent and like finding patterns, though unlike other bird daemons they are more chatty and social. They enjoy putting their inner thoughts into words and wearing their heart on their sleeves.

sort-of-tagged by: @eladead (xoxoxo) tagging: @ourstoriesunfold (for any muse!) and anyone who sees this and wants to do it and tag me pleaseeeeeeee.

[somethingbcrrowed]

your muse as a drink

stolen from: @eladead (technically)

tagging: @ourstoriesunfold (Vik, Fin, Anakin and Ash/Ahsoka plssss)

[monbellemonstre]

𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

RULES: list five things partners &. readers will find in your writing.

══✿══╡Oh. Well hello sweetlings.

0.001: lyrics from songs that I've been listening to, or the titles of those songs hidden in the writing somewhere (as well as the tags). 0.002: descriptions of books, landmarks, art pieces, titles of these things or quotes from books scattered throughout, without naming the actual Thing I'm Talking About Itself. Usually used to describe people, places and things for internal dialogue. Sometimes used for external dialogue if it's used as an insult and the reference is obvious and intentional. 0.003: changing tenses (past vs. present), changing how muses speak depending on who they're speaking to, when they're speaking to them and where they're located at the time, evolving modern-day internal dialogue as well as spoken dialogue and differing insinuated accents. 0.004: purple prose, and I highly recommend it thankyouverymuch. Honestly, if I wrote for half of the muses that I do and didn't indulge in this I think it would be a little bit disingenuous no? 0.005: recurring plotlines, as I don't mind writing similar things with multiple people (which I think is inevitable after a time). Everyone writes differently so I like to welcome all variations.

bonus:

0.006: dead dove content. you heard me read that correctly. it is what it is.

real bonus:

0.007: random stories, anecdotes or ramblings that may or may not have anything whatsoever to do with the situation or conversation at hand.

tagged by: @eladead (pays Klaus's rents for a year thank youwu) tagging: @strxgxi ; @ourstoriesunfold and YOU!

[endcfanempire]

❝ i am what you made me. ❞ // Vader to Palpatine

[@ourstoriesunfold]

"No," the Emperor growled sharply, and the word echoed through the chamber as though he'd shouted it, "-- you are the reconstruction of Anakin Skywalker's fear and the metamorphosis of Anakin Skywalker's hate."

The throne that the Emperor was currently sitting upon slowly revolved, allowing him to face his apprentice properly as he spoke, looking down at the masked man with an expression that bled disdain.

"You are the masterpiece of his weaknesses-- the coalescence of his worst nightmares," he hissed as the air around them shuddered with energy, his left index finger lifting just slightly as he reached into the space between molecules, Dark energy coiling around the young man's throat beneath the metal armor and tightening just so. "He has made you what you are-- and only I can help you to overcome it."