sleek gloved fingers play with the stylus of her data pad as she reads through the trade route calls for help from the republic. the merchants claimed pirates but maggie was seeing a different pattern.
“that's why you called me in, isn't it?” she asks, voice modulated by the speaker in her mask, granting a small amount of anonymity. “thought you jedi had better things to do than worrying about merchant trade routes. this whole scene is wrong.”
she glances up at him from behind her mask, taking in his tense stance. more than that, the spirals of light she can practically taste, spinning off of him in fractals that told her more about him than the emblem on his clothes. “take a seat before you wear a hole in the floor.”
"something is very wrong."
Made of Star Stuff this piece is available as a print in my inprnt shop :3 Kofi | Inprnt | Cara
Zendaya for ON – Dream On campaign
Mihály von Zichy (Hungarian, 1827-1906) Romantic encounter, 1864
when lazy kissing gets intense with that deep breath and hip pull
@singofus whispered : what does your muse find beauty in?
𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 truly is in the eye of the beholder when it comes to maggie . she finds beauty in everything . things that are traditionally beautiful , exceptional , glorious all draw honor and appreciation from her . but so do things that are awesome ( in an old sense of the word , inspiring awe or dread ) , diabolical ( outrageously wicked, infernal , devilish ) , and gruesome ( causing one to feel horror, shudder ) also draw her focus .
she loves the sunset just as much as she loves thorns dipped in blood ; she appreciates the carrion bird resting after gorging itself on innards with wings spread to take in the sun just as much as the brilliant metallic sheen of the hummingbird . she adores fashion and makeup and music and artistry , and she adores the artistic prowess that goes into the hunt , be it in the waking world or not . the gentle hint of teeth from mother night's patient smile and the obvious threat display of a canine snarl both hold sway over her . creating traps , weaving webs , luring prey into a false sense of security is just as beautiful to her as the feeling of cradling her children against her , in aura and in body , as often as they will let her .
but deer can fuck right off .
getting lost in an old forest and finding yourself here
(via)
@gloryseized whispered: you might be in luck. (from Echo).
⸻ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍑🍒🍄 ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ⸻
the girl on the run looks up from where she'd been messing around with a puzzle box, briefly blinded by the light outside as the door opens, revealing echo's silhouette.
“oh yeah? found a way off this rock?” she asks, tone excited but not rising to her feet just yet. she's been keeping as out of the way of echo and his crew as possible, knowing she's not the only one who wants a clear shot off of this mostly desolate moon. she can wait for a clear plan.
kind of.