3 Works by anniesscribbles
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what a girl wants by anniesscribbles for bittersnake
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
16 Feb 2020
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Two things that are important to know about Ben Solo are these: one, he values research. Never has he embarked on a venture without thoroughly researching and studying beforehand. Two, he is a hopeless virgin.
What Ben needs is advice, the question is from whom.
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Praxis by anniesscribbles
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Logan Lucky (2017)
27 May 2019
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prax·is | \ˈprak-səs \ : integration of theory and practice
Rey was one thesis away from earning her Master’s in Cultural Anthropology. She’d traveled the world and experienced every culture one could possibly think of. She’d witnessed atrocities. She’d witnessed the purest acts of humanity. Even at such a young age, she couldn’t imagine what more there was for her to experience… that was until Professor Solo sent her to write an ethnography in Boone County, West Virginia.
Clyde left the United States Army as a broken man, physically and mentally. The transition back to civilian life was excruciating. Some days, the only thing that kept him goin’ was the memory of the mysterious, fiery girl he met in amongst the sands of Iraq. He never believed he would see his girl again… that was until she walked right into his bar.
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Collide by anniesscribbles
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
15 Oct 2018
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Every night, Kylo's dreams were haunted by the all-seeing eye of spiralling galaxy. He watched as the stars circled closer and closer to the universe’s center; Kylo couldn’t help but wonder when they would collide. Perhaps, millions of light years away, they had already collided into a triumphant supernova. Was the light he now basked in just an entire universe’s phantom? Was he this swirling galaxy? Since Rey cut their bond, Kylo’s facade remained in place. But like that galaxy, all that was left of Kylo’s soul was the memory of what had once been there. The spiraling emotions in his heart had collided long ago, at a fingertip brush.