#anthologees

[exitiumparit]

Hera wants her droid left out of this

[goodofthegalaxy-a]

[ @anthologees ➳ cont. from x ]

    A laugh bursts forth from her lips, airy and loud and desperately needed–the statement would seem absurd coming from anyone other than Jacen. She admires her son’s way with animals, even if they’re more often than not left crawling about the house and occasionally into her shoes. He has a big heart whose affections anyone would be lucky to be the recipient of; a trait, she hopes, that will serve him well in the future.

    “What about that redhead in your class? Tenel Ka? I thought you liked her.”

  Taking a rushed step forward, Jacen gently grabbed his mother’s wrist, whipping his head around to search for bystanders before leaning in towards her.

  “Mom.”

  The motion served more than one purpose. He wanted to make sure no one had heard what she asked, but he also wanted to hide the flush that had crept over his cheeks. The reaction was something he had tried ( so damn hard ) to quell, but the mere mention of the stoic redhead sent him into what he hoped would pass for an answer.

  “Yeah, I mean, I like her. I mean, I don’t like like her but I...” He paused, his free hand waving frantically around in the air between them. Lying had never been easy for Jacen to pull off, no matter how hard Jaina and Anakin ( and indirectly, Han Solo ) attempted to assist him with the skill. “Like, uh... like. I like her as a friend. She’s my friend too, I guess, you’re right, cause I like -- She’s just. Yeah.”

  With a quick shake of his head, he stopped and pressed his lips shut, thinning them and staring to his mother. Maybe he pulled that lie off? ( He knows he didn’t. )

[blackxhat-archived]

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Ok but you know what?  Everyone (and I mean just about EVERYONE) has a fucking canon last name...  Except for Logan and William.  Clementine Pennyfeather.  Ashley Stubbs.  Elsie Hughs.  Give Logan a canon last name 2k18 👏

[crownedpilotarchive]

@anthologees replied to your post: ‘ you’re so much more than good enough. don’t...

this is a mood, your writing is a mood, the tags are a mood

i’m here to cry about poe and hate rian it’s the whole vibe of this blog tbh

[falconsouled-blog]

❝ some things are better left unsaid. ❞ - leia

@anthologees

she’s right, at least that’s what he tries to tell himself but it doesn’t come naturally to do what another person wants. even this person. you spend long enough only having yourself to rely on and eventually that worms it’s way inside your head, says that anyone that’s trying to give you advice or an order is just out to hurt you in the end. han doesn’t like thinking that way about leia. han can’t help thinking that way towards just about anyway right now. but he’s trying.

“no it ain’t.” maybe sometimes. maybe a lot of the time. but he doesn’t think what she means is one of those things. “not if you’re about to rush off and die.” except he’s being a hypocrite isn’t he? oh well, that’s what he seems to be the most honest these days.

[facadxs-moved]

@anthologees | SC with Professor Burnet

“I apologize, Professor Burnet.” Norman had been tasked with travelling straight out towards the Alola region to deliver an abundance of documents of research from the Littleroot lab, unfortunately once more, Birch ran off without a second thought and failed to tell anyone. Honestly, that should have been something seen coming by everyone else.

He handed her the documents sheepishly. “I wish I could say I knew where Birch went but...I don’t.” 

[makochosena]

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mines hair. - misty

soft | @anthologees

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mines hair.

There were very   f e w   people that were allowed to touch Rikki, let alone her hair, but Misty was one of them. Misty was one of the first friends Rikki had made since she arrived in the Kanto region. After a stressful day of dealing with people, Rikki looked to destress.

In effort to cheer her up, Misty offered to braid her hair. As Rikki complained about her day, Misty wove Rikki’s curls together into a single braid. It didn’t take long for Rikki to lose track of what she was saying. Misty’s touch was comforting. The blonde   u n d e r e s t i m a t e d   how soothing it was to have someone gently work her hair.  

Rikki fell silent. Misty shared input but Rikki didn’t hear anything. All she could focus on was her soft touch. It was when Misty had finished the braid that Rikki was brought back to reality.

❝ Sorry, what’d you say? ❞

[deriision-archived]

@anthologees | x

She pulls her hands back as the other is quick to jump, unsure what he was doing. But Adara gives him space, thrown off at the sudden response from him. Maybe sneaking up from behind wasn’t the best idea, something she realizes now. Surely he had heard her approaching from behind, right? Or maybe he’s too preoccupied with something to notice. Not that Adara could see, anyways. 

Well, she can’t blame him on being frightened by that, even if her thoughts were much different than what swarmed in his mind. 

“Hey,” Adara replied, flashing him a grin as she spoke. A hand reached out to pat his shoulder, a light touch as her eyes were peering up into his. She doesn’t notice his shaky hands; both already in his pockets before she could even notice. 

“I uh, hope I didn’t scare you that much,” she says, pulling her hand away as she spoke, fingertips barely grazing the cloth of his hoodie as she spoke. “Thought I would have made you jump into the sun or something.” A laugh leaves her lips, an attempt to lighten the mood. 

“But ah, no hair ruffling?” She starts, holding up her hands, thinking he didn’t want his hair touched. “That’s fine, I’m sort of used to doing it to a few people I know.”

[corpolaris]

❛ hope softens the rough edge of every promise. ❜ - leia

❪  a softer world. accepting. *:・ﾟ✧ ❫   

       ❛ Well, hope is a very powerful thing. ❜  

       The words are -- she believes them, but they feel like stones in her mouth: unwieldy and somehow incomplete. Allura draws a breath, her fingers tightening their hold on the railing while her gaze remains locked above the horizon. Stars are everpresent -- they littered the sky beyond Altea, they blanket the Castle wherever it goes. But even now, grown and focused on the material of war, they still hold her. 

       A promise. A hope. 

       She wonders for a moment if she seems foolish. Ill prepared. Incapable. Allura can feel the worry written across her brow, no matter how strong her belief, and the woman beside her is so venerated, so strong, so esteemed. In that moment, Allura feels all of a child again, her dress stained and her crown ill fitting as she tries to understand the lessons her father drapes her in like layers of fabric. 

       ❛ I know it is dangerous, to promise an outcome in times like these. ❜ Her voice is quiet, but not small, and if the shadow of her father is passing over her then it does so quickly. Her gaze is alight. ❛ But I can believe in nothing else but hope. I know that the future can be changed, no matter how much time and work it takes. ❜ 

[exitiumparit]

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@anthologees|| muses of christmas’ future and past || not accepting

a muse i want to play but don’t currently: jacen dawn syndulla

He wasn’t the only one in the universe who didn’t have a parent or two because of the war. Dawn knew plenty of beings that had lost family because of the Empire; he was just another casualty of the war, really.

Humming as he repaired the viewport on the Ghost’s gun turret–his mom was off somewhere being important, probably–he wondered what his life would be like with his dad. Kanan, his mom had said–that was his dad’s name.

“Kanan Jarrus,” Dawn mumbled, twirling his father’s name around his mouth. It felt foreign, really–like a character in a holobook. Not his dad. His life had never been with a father–just his mom and Rex and occasionally Sabine when the going got tough.

Oh, yeah–and Phoenix squadron and like a Rebel base or eight.

“Dawn!”

“Mom, I’m coming!” he called back, sighing.

“Do you have that repair done?”

“How about I say yes and we don’t talk about the way you sigh when I don’t have something done on time?”

[chrxnicempathy]

😴 - leia

Jacen smiled tiredly, shifting just a little to get more comfortable but trying his best not to disturb Leia where she had rested her head on his shoulder and promptly fell asleep.  It had been a long few months for all of them, and a moment of peace like this was growing ever rarer as the war raged on.

[pxperhearts]

continued from ✗ with @anthologees;

He’d picked up a strange companion for his venture. There was no guarantee she’d be able to fix Derris-Kharlan’s problems, but his own magic did little against the spirit. Likely because his magic came from the planet itself. All other attempts to engage the spirit had failed so he’d been forced to seek help elsewhere.

"That would be best,” he replied. “You should know what you’re getting into. I’ve come here from a passing comet.” While the sentence sounded ridiculous, there was no hint of joking in his tone. “As you can imagine, time is of the essence. It cannot be held here for too long.”

[enneads]

@anthologees liked for a starter

Steph knew about Jason, obviously. Batman hadn’t told her, but it was kind of impossible to avoid hearing about dead Robins.

Especially when you were part of the club yourself.

Everyone had been nagging Stephanie to get rid of the mantle, to play it safe and not get caught up in the line of duty again but nah, no way, she had to make up for... everything. That was why she was sneaking around and--somehow running into Red Hood himself.

Jason Todd.

Steph swallowed hard, glad the black Spoiler mask covered her facial expression well.

“So...” Steph started, breaking the awkward silence slash staring contest. Except she had no idea what to say. “Come here often?” she joked. It might have been funnier if they weren’t deep in the heart of Black Mask territory.

[theboatbuilderswife]

"when i see ye, i see a future i'm scared o' fucking up but want anyway." xo, sweeney

“When I see you, I …” finish in my askbox . || ACCEPTING

                                          Laughter escaped, one not meant to mock him, not even in the slightest. No- it sounded gentle, cheerful even as she lifted her hand simple to tangle lithe digits in the hairs adorning his jaw.  ❝ Haven’t we fucked up enough already in all the lives we have lived on this earth? --- fuck Sween, don’t be scared okay. Not going to let you screw this all up that easily- ❞

[sclsticed]

@anthologees | cont. from x

    He had caught her initial thought. Kiran didn’t want to express doubt when it came to Dick’s plans, he always seemed to know what he was doing - but this seemed a little more risky than the usual.  ❝ It just sounds a little bit dangerous, if you ask me. I mean, more dangerous than what you’re already used to, ❞ she admitted, a slightly tense smile appearing on her lips.  ❝ Just be careful, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt. ❞

[hopetwin]

@anthologees  ✯

       She hadn’t much thought about it - what seemed to be in his smile. But as Jaina looked at him now - she didn’t see the things that she normally did. There was a knowledge, but not the same trickery that she’d seen in others. “You have a kindness in yours.”