#magicandsciencemuses

[maidencfdeath]

BG3 MEME // accepting

@magicandsciencemuses: “GODS, it's HOT in here!” {from Ben/Kylo}

“I think you’ve spent too long in space.” she teased. The planet they were currently on was hot, a humid heat that hung heavy in the air and seemed to cling to the skin. Cassie could feel sweat beading on the back of her neck making her regret leaving her hair down. Maybe she had been in space too long. She was mostly used to long durations aboard ships; spending weeks, even months at a time. But it was always nice to have her feet on solid ground again.

[shesdaylight-arch]

❛   i  only  have  two  real  friends .  ❜ {from Rick Flag} / @magicandsciencemuses  | accepting // sour by olivia rodrigo.

Green eyes blinked,  brow furrowing as she considered his words.   She didn’t exactly like the sound of that,  though she didn’t have a novel’s length amount of friends,  either.   “Having two real friends isn’t exactly a bad thing,”  she tried, brow still furrowed but eyes now looking in his direction.   Pink lips,  usually curled into a grin are curled the opposite way   -   into a frown.   “And...  even if that were true,  you’re wrong.   You don’t have just two real friends.   You’ve....”  And just like that,  her expression lit up - lips now curled into a smile, eyes wide and bright.   “You’ve got me, too!   So now that makes three.   Which, if you ask me, is definitely better than two.  And two isn’t that bad, so in a way, you’re already winning.”

[jundlcndwastes-moving2]

               ❝ I’m going skinny dipping. What’s it look like I’m doing? ❞

[rykerelias]

@magicandsciencemuses​ / tbd liked for a one liner.

           “How generous of you. But then it’s not your money, is it?”

[rubiesintherough]

(( @magicandsciencemuses​ sent --- ❛ News flash. You’re not cute when I’m angry. ❜ {from Rick Flag, for Amara} ))

         “ And I’m not trying to be. By the gods, do you always act like a tantruming child when you’re upset? Why don’t you attempt to take that anger and channel it toward something more productive than acting like an absolute, ridiculous bastard?  Such as helping find some way out of this, rather than getting in witty little, unhelpful jabs at my expense? “ 

[weaponraised]

@magicandsciencemuses​ sent  ❝ "What are you wearing?" Kylo asked, blinking in astonishment. It had been the first time he'd managed to connect his Bond to Rey since the aftermath of the Battle of Crait. ❞

Upon first spying the fabric in the shop, so luxurious to her calloused fingers that she thought she could cry, Rey been overtaken with the impulse to own it. It was pointless, an unnecessary expense that she should have saved for food, or parts for the Falcon. Guilt made her stomach roll when she thought about the credits wasted.

Trying it on alone in the ship, however, her palms skating over the material of the dress, Rey couldn’t find it in herself to truly regret buying it. She deserved something nice, didn’t she, after everything? (And she might have wondered, far in the back of her mind, what a certain person might of thought about it, but she was good at lying to herself about things like that.)

Kylo’s voice broke through the silence and her thoughts, and reflexively she grabbed the nearest sweater to tug on, very aware of how short the dress was. “None of your business,” Rey answered as stonily as she could when her cheeks and throat were nearly the same color as the clothes covering her. Why had the Bond reopened? she wondered angrily, and maybe more hurt than she wished. “Don’t you have some sort of Supreme Leader thing to do?”

[thisblogmovedfindmeifyoucan]

@magicandsciencemuses​-Rey and Kylo

“I wasn’t expecting you to come see me again, Kylo.  Have you thought about what I was telling you about?  I would much rather you stayed with me here than going away on your ship again.” She turned so that she was facing him, her lips hovering just below his.  “There’s got to be something I can do to convince you to stay by my side.” She sighed, “Or you could convince Palpatine to let me go with you.”

[jundlcndwastes-moved]

               Anna spared a glance up at the taller man that was standing in front of her. It looked like he’d had some time to clean himself up after going a couple of rounds with the other big fella that was known for smashing someone’s face in and barely broke a sweat doing it. It was impressive to say the least that he’d manage to make it as the champion tonight.  ❝ Oh, hey, ❞  she greeted the familiar, looking back down to finish lacing up her boots. She’d just finished her fight, tiny blonde hairs still messy around the side of her face. She hadn’t had a chance to fix her blonde hair yet. She’d been more concerned with the gash she received on her knee when she had been knocked to the ground, smashing her knee into the floor. Harder than it looked for a fighting ring, but hey, they weren’t throwing punches in a bouncy house. Once she’d slapped a band-aid on that, she went to getting dressed. ❝ You looked good out there. Hope you got paid for looking that good, too, ❞  she added, tossing a wink his way before sitting up straight on the bench.

magicandsciencemuses ♥’d for a starter ( for takeshi or ryker ) !

[maidencfdeath]

What Form Of Love Do You Embody ?

love as being known

[ love is knowing all of someone and loving them anyway ] when tim kreider said "if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known" and when joe wright said "The idea that these two people know each other, knew each other when they first saw each other. That they recognized each other from their future" and when micah nemerever said "it was a relief and a horror to be known so perfectly"

tagged by :: @godresembled

tagging :: @fallsfcrged, @brittlefcrged, @ascendantvampire, @magicandsciencemuses, @denydefeat, and anyone who wants to!

[wvinterisms]

meme im too lazy to link || @magicandsciencemuses​

❝ may i have this dance? ❞ {from Prince Ben Organa-Solo of Alderaan (or wherever cute, very tall princes come from)}

The night had been dull thus far, surely evidenced by the far-off look the young Queen had in her eyes. Obviously, she still pretended to be invested in the event; Arendelle had organized a party of sorts -- but it was more of a political meet-and-greet. It wasn’t Elsa’s idea to organize such a thing, but she didn’t oppose it, either. But there were only so many ass-kissings she could take. Too many princes, kings, and other members of nobility attempting to gain her good graces. Many who had ill-intent that were stopped with a simple gesture. 

Standing on the balcony away from the noise and crowd, the Queen found a few moments of much deserved peace. Eyes were not focused on the glamour of the party, but rather on the fjord and the mountains. In times of stress or chaos, she found the nature of her kingdom her to be much more relaxing than music ever was. Alone on the balcony was a reprieve from what was happening inside the palace. 

❝ May I have this dance? ❞ The question startled the woman, her posture immediately stiffened back to that of a monarch as sparkling sapphire hues danced over the male who was now lit by the moon. She hadn’t seen him before - or perhaps she had, in passing. By his appearance, he was a Prince. Although good with names, Elsa couldn’t match a name to his face. 

The soft music floated in the air around them, the breeze causing long, snow-white locks and elegant sleeves of her gown to dance for a moment before the monarch broke the silence. ❝ Forgive me, but we do not seem to be acquainted. You are ? ❞ 

[dcfcrged]

@magicandsciencemuses​ gets a slightly pre plotted starter. / kylo.

      Of all the faces that she’d expected to see when the hood had been yanked, none too gently, off of her head, the one and only Kylo Ren’s was --  well, actually, it was on the list, just not all that high, all things considered.  As rank as she was certain the First Order might have been with the terms of her self proclaimed retirement, she hadn’t expected she’d have been deemed worthy of a face to face (or mask, in this scenario) meeting with the Supreme Leader’s pet Sith.  Or whatever it was they were calling themselves these days.  She’d rather expected not to see the end coming at all.  A blaster bolt to the brain, end of story.  

     The fact that they were on a back water world and not on an Order ship, the fact that she’d been trussed up and thrown around like little more than a sack of stew roots to be transported here, the fact that she was still breathing at all - it made her even more wary for her future.   Still, maybe there was a chance to get out of this with her skin and limbs intact.   “P-please,” she gasped, her voice made weak and rasping, her eyes wide and bright with tears.  “What do you -- want, wh-hy am I here?  I don’t --  I haven’t done anything, I’m just a pilot--”  A quiver of the chin for good measure.  “My license, my -- credentials, they’re all up to date, I -- I haven’t done anything!”

[jundlcndwastes-moving2]

               ❝ Don’t tell me you’re seeing something like this for the first time. ❞

[rykerelias]

@magicandsciencemuses​ / tbd liked for a one liner.

         “You gotta get out more.  Your milk’s a month past the due date.  A month.”

[mysticandskepticmuses]

@magicandsciencemuses​ - kylo sent a meme for leia  || TLJ AU.

“let me take care of you, for once.” 

   It had not been the shouts or the sounds of alarms blaring, the short lived cacophony of blaster fire and the humming zing of the lightsaber deflecting the blasts that had roused her; her slumber had been deeper than any that could have been induced by the medical droids, and nothing that they had done had yet to pull her from it.  It was a Jedi trance, a reflexive attempt to save her life when she’d found herself blasted into the icy and breathless depths of space.  She had not known how long she had slept, only that her mind was not at rest, her thoughts and her hearts tossed on the eddy of the visions, fragmented, broken, the possible futures that scattered across her life, and her son’s, as many as the stars in the sky.  So few that held hope, but hope - hope was the only thing she had left to cling to.  Hope.  For her family.  For her friends.  For their freedom, for their lives - for the future of the galaxy itself.  

    Without hope -- it would all truly be lost.

    The sensation was familiar, as much as her own heartbeat, as much as the ache that Han’s absence had always caused, whether it had been short lived, or permanent. A breath, a sense of life - of fear and pain and sorrow and guilt and somewhere, buried deep beneath all the anger and darkness, the spark of life - of hope, that piece of him that none had been able to quench.  Ben.

    It was the name on her lips as consciousness stirred, a hand raising to press back against the Rebel soldiers that were already charging in after him, prepared to protect her, to stop him.  “Enough!”  As raspy as the command was, there was no denying the force of authority behind it, the rush of energy from her palm creating an invisible divide, even lasting only for a moment, that would force them back.   “Leave us -- “   Her gaze turned, her form barely capable of remaining in a seated position, but she would not falter until they had obeyed.  “He will not harm me.  Go.  Now.”  

     Only after they had stepped back, and the door rushed closed behind them, did she falter, a ragged breath escaping as she slumped back, somehow unsurprised to find his arms supporting her, keeping her from falling back against the medical bed.    “Oh, Ben --”  Her hand dropped to the edge of his shoulder, her grip still strong, if not as much as it once was.   “I knew you’d come home.”

[stormskinned]

+ @magicandsciencemuses​ ( s.c. ) for: Ben Solo

“I’m not saying you have to pretend you like what they are saying.” A soft sigh followed her words. She was only too aware of the recent murmurs around the camp. “I’m just saying that it’s better to figure out ways to tune it out.”

[weaponraised]

@magicandsciencemuses​

The mask was no less frightening than her first glimpse of it, cold lines and infinite darkness where his eyes were hidden, but it called to her nonetheless. Her heels left the floor as she pressed upwards on her toes until she could press her lips against the metal of the mouthpiece. As she let herself fall back onto her heels she smirked a little to see the imprint of her mouth, nimble fingers playing along his wide belt. “I hope you weren’t trying to frighten me,” she couldn’t resist teasing.