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GENERAL

“Can you walk?”

“How did this happen?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I hit my head.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”

“Come on, stay with me!”

“No no no no no!”

“You shot me!”

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Take the knife out!”

“Don’t take the knife out!”

“It was an accident!”

“That/this wasn’t an accident!”

“That looks broken.”

“I think my leg/arm is broken.”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die!”

“Calm down!”

“Don’t panic!”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

BLOOD

“Are you bleeding?”

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

“Is that blood?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”

“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”

“I won’t let you bleed out!”

“You have blood on your face.”

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

“What’s your blood type?”

“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”

WOUNDS

“That cut is nasty.”

“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’

“Don’t touch it!”

“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”

“I’ll get some bandages.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“That looks infected…”

“Did you get bit by something?”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”

AFTERCARE

“How are you feeling?”

“How does it feel?”

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

“Let’s go home.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“We need to change your bandages soon.”

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”

“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

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Soft 👏 female 👏 muses 👏 are 👏 valid. 👏 Female muses who love to wear pretty things and dream about love. Female muses who dance, sing, and enjoy the arts. Female muses who fight in battle and cry over the loss of friends. Female muses who break down from holding life together. Female muses who sometimes crumble under the weight of the world on their shoulders. Female muses don’t have to be hard and fierce and invisible in order to be strong. Soft female muses are not weak.

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#carasynthia “i don’t do the baby thing” dune

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dcsertwizard‌:

There was heat building around them, a spark in the Force that came before her lips pressed to his. He knew, logically, that he shouldn’t be here. Not kneeling at the feet of a Senator. Even one he had known for over a decade. But he felt pulled in by her, something dangerous and inviting. 

The word lover hung heavy in the air. This wasn’t an encounter with someone in the depths of the city. One night and then gone in the morning as though nothing had occurred. This was deeper than that. A connection between them and promise of more. At that moment, all of the lessons he had been taught during his years in the Order were forgotten with the need that rushed through him.

On her command, he began the process of disrobing. Boots, his belt and saber and then each layer that made up the off the battlefield uniform of a Jedi Knight. Everything settled on a pile until he stood naked before her.

It was came as a surprise that he felt comfortable and at ease before her. Though the turn of events had been…unexpected to say the very least. 

He watched her closely, one corner of his lips curving slightly in challenge. “You have won me, my lady.”

It was dangerous to be this close to Obi-Wan in such a manner. She was drawn to his strength and his allegiance, was attracted to his intelligence and mannerisms. Padme knew quite well that she could have any number of lovers, but it was Obi-Wan that made her heart race and that feeling of desire flair somewhere in her stomach. This would change their relationship entirely, she knew. They couldn’t just be friends once she’d stripped him down and made him hers. And yet, she couldn’t stop herself once he’d started peeling away the layers of his robes. 

Her eyes soaked in every inch of his body where he stood, and she glided across the floor till she stood before him. One hand pressed delicately to his stomach and the other perched on his shoulder, the Senator allowed her tongue to dart out and wet her lips. She was so very, very past the point of no return. His smirk set feelings fluttering through her and she stifled her own emotions by kissing him fully on the mouth. It wasn’t a long kiss, nor was it particularly deep. But it was ended with a gentle nip at his lower lip and Padme pulled away and turned so her back was to the now naked Jedi Knight.  ❝ Watch. ❞ Her voice was soft, but commanding. The cloak that was draped around her shoulders fell into a pool of silken fabric at their feet and she reached for the clasp of the necklace that kept the loose fabric of her gown in place. It too joined the cloak, puddling and rippling in the dim lightly. She stepped out of it, left in the thin, sheer undergarments that had added a little volume to her dress. ❝ Do you want to touch me, Obi-Wan? ❞ Padme asked quietly, glancing over her shoulder at the man behind her. ❝ Do I make you desire me? ❞

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ok but at what point did Qui-Gon realize he’d said “The Queen doesn’t need to know” to the actual Queen.

at what point in the battle planning did Padme very deadpan say to him, “the council doesn’t need to know?” or something like that

at what point did Qui-Gon realize that under no circumstances should Obi-Wan and Padme be allowed to become friends because they will sass him to death

at what point did the young Queen realize she and Qui-Gon were saltmates

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TAG DROP / MUSES ADDED

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the mandalorian; chapter 8: redemption

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this relationship is too good too pure

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❝ NO! ❞ to pin Zorii against a wall to protect her! ┌ @hopegained ┘

She hadn’t even heard the approach of the speeder because a nearby blast had left a ringing in her ears. Zorii had thrown off her helmet in an attempt to get rid of some of the high pitched shriek and had nearly been taken out by a photon blast from one of the land speeders. She grunted as her back hit the wall, however, and could see the direct spot where she’d just recently been standing was now on fire and rather blasted away - her helmet now melted along with it. Kriff, that was going to be expensive to replace. Eron had saved her life and her heart thudded in her chest as she looked up at him, letting a huff of air out of her nose. ❝ Did you miss me that much, Eron? ❞ She chuckled, though her hearing was still fuzzy. ❝ I was nearly a goner there, Eron, ❞ She breathed, glancing over his shoulder at the location the speeder was headed. They had a moment at least, before it headed back towards them. 

She leaned over, smacked her lips against his cheek and then pulled out her blasters. ❝ Let’s kick some ass and then we can talk about the fact that you had me up against a wall and didn’t even kiss me. ❞ 

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┌ @ofnxboo ┘15. A quick kiss { FROM PADME } 

The corner of the once-queen’s lip twitched upward as she approached Mina. It had been a long week in the Senate and the idea that she was home on Naboo was a huge relief. She brought the other woman close, quickly pressing a small kiss to the corner of her lips. ❝ I’d ask how my favourite handmaiden is doing, but I don’t really know that I can call you that anymore, Mina. ❞ She teased softly, correcting a strand of the other’s hair before she linked their arms. ❝ I was thinking we should take a swim. It feels like forever since I’ve been down to the lake and I’d quite like to bury my feet in the sand for a while. ❞

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dcsertwizard‌:

@sidereumregina​ said:  “NO” to pin my muse against the wall to PROTECT THEM

Kenobi barely had time to react before he found himself pressed back against the wall, a blast landing where he had just been standing. It took him a moment to realize that the one who had saved him was Padme. Another second and he had left arm curled around her, holding her against his side as he raised his lightsaber to fend off several blaster bolts.

“While I am grateful for the assistance, Padme, what in blazes are you doing out here? You were supposed to be on a transport!”

To be fair, he had put her on a transport and told her she needed to get out of the combat zone. The issue was that Padme had never been particularly good at following orders, especially when they took her out of the vicinity of her loved ones. Obi-Wan was in danger - as were the clones and the rest of the Jedi - and Padme wanted to be as close as possible to provide any aid she could. As it turned out, that aid was managing to push Obi-Wan against a wall and managing to prevent his very untimely demise via blaster. 

❝ You see, I’m not particularly fond of being told what to do when it involves leaving the people I care about behind. ❞ Padme flinched as he deflected a few of the blaster bolts, pulling her own small blaster from its holster and firing back at their assailants. ❝ I couldn’t just go, knowing you were out here. I’m capable of protecting myself. Senator or not. ❞ 

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dcsertwizard‌:

There had been a time, so many years ago, when Obi-Wan himself had fallen in love. They had been young and innocent. But both bound to their duty. In the end, they parted. Though with each subsequent meeting, until Satine’s death, Obi-Wan had always thought about what they could have been had he decided to forgo his duty to the Jedi and the Republic and remain on Mandalore with Satine.

That mission to Naboo had been a turning point in so many ways. The loss of Qui-Gon had been so sudden and unexpected, pushing him quickly from apprentice to master. He had his own Padawan learner to guide, something he had never thought would happen so soon.

And oh, Anakin had been a handful. An unruly child and an obstinate teenager. It made Obi-Wan wonder if any other Padawan had ever been so difficult. Not that he could actually ask that question of any of the other masters. His own Padawan braid hadn’t even been cut when he took the boy on so it seemed reasonable that Obi-Wan would have a bit of difficulty.

As for Padme? He had admired her strength and courage. For someone so young, she had seemed wise beyond her years. But he had given her little thought until he watched the holos of her speeches in the senate. Though he had disparaged her to Anakin, telling him that politicians were not to be trusted, he felt a swell of pride that she had gone on to something greater. 

He had watched as Anakin and Padme grew closer, those he pretended to have no knowledge. Anakin was never good at keeping his feelings hidden. And, it seemed, neither was Padme. With the war raging around them, he took comfort in the feelings of pure joy that radiated from Anakin whenever Padme was around.

Now, he couldn’t help but feel guilty about being here with her. The wife of his best friend, as she would confess to him later. But Anakin was gone. Lost to them these ten years. The proof of that was in the holovids of the masked creature known as Darth Vader. 

Obi-Wan could feel her emotions as well as his own, bright as the sun on the gardens. Things were shifting between them in that moment. And though his training told him to back away from it, lock the feelings up, he couldn’t deny the temptation. There was no more Council. For all intents and purposes, he was Grandmaster of their own little Temple.

The hand he held was brought to his lips, a soft kiss pressed to the back of it. The meaning in her words read quite clearly. “It’s going to be a clear night tonight. Perfect for a picnic under the stars.” 

There were definitely moments of time where Padme felt like she was betraying the memory of her husband, but the man who had replaced him in the end had not been Anakin and the Anakin she had fallen in love with would have wanted her happiness and her life above all things. She cursed the darkness that had taken him, but she welcomed the small moments of joy that she had with her children and with Obi-Wan now that enough time had passed to mourn her losses and recover her sense of self. Her pride had been shattered when she’d learned that Anakin had fallen, blaming herself for giving him reason to break the Jedi code, blaming herself for being unable to talk him down when he feared for her life. She had held herself accountable so long for his actions that now all she felt was a sense of loss but a knowledge that she could have done no more. 

Padme’s cheeks flushed with colour in a way she hadn’t felt them do since she’d been young at the very moment that Obi-Wan’s lips brushed the back of her hand. There had been no misinterpretation, ten years of sharing a living space made sure of that, and his agreement to a picnic under the stars was a positive step forward for them. Their relationship could change, she told herself. They could be allowed to love because with the rise of the Empire, Jedi like Obi-Wan were all but eradicated and so the rules could change. He seemed to be all right with the idea of them changing, anyway. ❝ I’ll prepare some of the bread and fruits we have, if you’re going into town we can spare a few extras for an evening treat tonight. ❞ Immediately she thought about the different options she had for their meal. Wine? Tea? Probably tea. 

❝ Luke? Leia? ❞ She called out, alerting them that she wanted their attention. They were ten years old, old enough to understand that the adults would want some privacy for the evening now and then, and she explained the situation when they’d both run up with their wooden swords. Leia had given Obi-Wan an almost knowing smile, though Luke had seemed more interested in finding some holovid or another of some fighting style he’d been desperate to try out. He was so much like Anakin in some ways. 

When the children had run off to continue chattering, Padme turned her gaze back to the man beside her and glanced at their still entwined fingers. She couldn’t deny that it felt right, being so near to him and sharing space in such a way. ❝ I don’t think I can remember the last time I had a romantic meal beneath the stars, perhaps when I was in school. ❞ She chuckled softly, ❝ But it was always something I loved to do. I am determined to make this one as good as it can be. ❞  Because if it was the start of a change in their relationship, Padme hoped it could be memorable.

be still my foolish heart

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hopegained‌:

@sidereumregina​: 💙 for an accidental kiss { from zorii / sidereumregina } | meme | selectively accepting

“There. He’s got six people with him.” Eron alerted his companion, one eye peering through the scope of his blaster from their elevated position across the building. It seemed a simple enough task – there were little opposition he could detect so far, both through technology and the Force. The two thieves could sneak in, grab what they came for, bolt out of the place in a flash before anyone even realize. Ears picked up the woman’s voice in the midst of it all and he had to pull back from his blaster, turning his head towards her to get a better listen. 

Only he failed to meet her gaze behind the visor; instead his lips smacked against the mouthpiece of her helmet. How could he have not sensed that her face was right next to his the entire time? Maybe he was too occupied with tracking the target’s every move to notice the extreme lack of distance between him and Zorii. This moment was going to be more awkward if neither of them did anything, and while he couldn’t tell what she’d do, he took it upon himself to clear the air with a quiet rasp of his throat. “Sorry, my bad. Didn’t see where I was going.”

Zorii and Eron made a great partnership. The Resistance utilising their skills as a duo had become a regular staple, and she had no qualms with it. He was good company and a good partner when she needed someone to watch her back. She called for his attention when she spied something and wanted him to check it in his scope - he had a better view through it than she did, her own blasters being much more efficient at close range - and suddenly she saw his lips press against her helmet and she was dumbstruck, unable to speak for a few moments. 

When he apologised, Zorii chuckled softly and reached up to flip up the visor on her helmet so she could give him a more direct look, ❝ If you’re trying to kiss me, Eron, there are much better ways and times to do it. ❞ She half teased, giving him a gentle nudge on the shoulder to show him that she was not entirely concerned with the situation. Her hand remained there to squeeze gently and she allowed her eyes to soften a little in appreciation. ❝ I should get out of your personal space though too, huh. I was just gonna tell you there was a hostile about sixty degrees west of your viewpoint, or at least I thought so. I couldn’t get a good view. ❞ 

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dcsertwizard‌:

@sidereumregina​ {Padme} said:  [ dominance ] your muse taking the lead and dominating mine. [NSFW Reaction Prompts | accepting]

Obi-Wan knelt on the soft carpet of Padme Amidala’s living room, head bowed as she moved toward him. It was easy, putting himself in this position for a powerful woman. Even as a teenager, she had been a commanding presence. Now, as a woman, he had seen her use that presence many times in the Senate.

But this was a different situation entirely. When she had commanded the knight to kneel before her, he was quick to obey. Her voice sending sparks along his spine.

“I am at your service and command, my lady.”

Obi-Wan followed orders remarkably well, Padme had decided one day in the senate when they’d been speaking and she commanded silence. Not only had he listened to her demands but he had been sure that all the others in the room had followed her orders also. It was part of the reason she had found herself so utterly enticed by him. 

His lovely face definitely helped, too. 

Padme’s fingers trailed over Obi-Wan’s shoulders gently, her thumb brushing over his neck as she circled him where he knelt. He looked so good on his knees, ready to serve and please her. A little shiver travelled down her spine and she bent at the waist, placing a finger and her thumb beneath his chin and guiding him to look at her. ❝ Yes, I see that. ❞ Her words were gently, but still commanded respect. Her lips sought his briefly and she smirked as she kissed him. 

❝ You’ve always been a good friend to me, Obi-Wan. I expect you’ll be an equally good lover. Take off your robes, Knight. I would very much like to see my prize.❞ 

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@sidereumregina​ asked:“Have you slept at all?” { sidereumregina / from padme }

   Anakin turned and looked to Padmé. At her question the Jedi shook his head. “No…” He said truthfully. “I can’t. Too much on my mind.” The war was effecting him. More than he cared to admit. 

  He looked at his wife, tears forming in his blue eyes. “I’m just thinking about my troopers.” Anakin tells her. “How many of them I’ve lost. My men, my friends…” He shook his head. “They’re people too. No matter how they came to be.” 

Padme frowned at his words, moving over to him and placing a hand gently on his shoulder. She could imagine the pain he was in, remembering the feeling of hopelessness she’d had when she ruled Naboo and it had been torn apart by war. The troops were part of Anakin’s family now, and he’d always struggled to find one of those. 

❝ Of course they’re people, they’re brave and strong and good and that’s why you respect them so much, ❞ She encouraged, her words cooing as she pulled him into her arms and stroked gently at his hair. ❝ But they gave their lives doing what they believed in. They would not have served nearly as faithfully otherwise, Anakin. ❞