#forcemeadow

@forcemeadow | send me “goodbye” for the last voice message my muse leaves for yours before they die ( accepting )

                          “—do you have the keys for the handcuffs, siri?”

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🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation? 

      Hux is very firmly in the Sapiosexual range of the sexuality        spectrum.  He really only feels a sexual or romantic attraction        to people he finds intelligent.

🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? 

      Given all of the power and control he displays in every other        area of his life, Armitage actually finds that he prefers to be        submissive in the bedroom, though he does not handle        degrading dominance well, and any sort of it is met with        incredible resistance.

💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 

      No.  He never believed he had the time.

👰 Would my muse ever get married? 

[ @forcemeadow ]

The Force chimed in a certain way whenever a star fell into its endless oceans. Its deep waters parted, rose about the new presence, engulfed it and cradled it gently to the bedrock, the place where those who had once been stars shining high in the skies had come to rest.

To rest. To watch. To be silent witnesses of the will of the Force.

Welcoming new ones there was both sweet and bitter; sweet because of their presence, bitter because of what that implied. But they had been Jedi. They were Jedi, and rejoining the Light was a deathless death. And still… it hurt when a cherished one joined their ranks.

“Oh, child,” she whispered, when the worn figure of Obi-Wan Kenobi reached its final destiny. There came one whom she’d missed greatly in all the decades that had gone by since her death, one that she’d rather keep missing for at least the same amount of years.

She crosses the floor to sit beside him, tucking her legs neatly beneath her. She admits it is foolish-- the gravity she affords small errors, the weight given to the humanity of a thing so little as a mistake. But she’s difficult, and she refuses to acknowledge she may be flawed.

“I can’t--” She starts, like it is difficult, “I know in order to succeed you have to fail first, because in order to learn one must only make repeated attempts. I get that. I know that, Master. But it-- mistakes. Overall.”

She pauses, stubborn. Falters.

@forcemeadow​ | guess my favorites! ( accepting )

Donna is close!! She’s my second favorite companion. This person is very close to Donna.