to land among the stars.

indie & canon divergent padme amidala.

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more au stuff for those who care

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OOC. self care day. should be back soon but i’ve needed a small break from people to recharge and get myself in order!

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for the sam drake we all know and love: @spunstories.

                                                                8tracks // spotify

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OOC.      heads up that i’m planning on remaking padme within the week, probably. i get awful anxiety at a point and i’ve lost 99% percent of my replies. with moving though i will go through and hunt for my replies and get to the things in my tag.

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same

reblog for healthy polyamory ignore for unnecessary heterosexual love triangles

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❛ get here easily? ❜

00X. THREE WORD STARTERS [accepting]

            she tries not to glower and settles on half a pout, shaking out her hood of the left over snowflakes that’ve long since melted on her lips and eyelashes. she’s a pink mess, the cold touching from the tips of her ears to her fingers.            “it’s a blizzard,”            she reminds him as though the news stations haven’t been touting it as such since the first day of the week. but… does it matter? not really, no, she’d still come, and she was still happy to see him, despite the fact she thought she might die of frost bite.            “i got here about as easily as i would’ve gotten anywhere else,”            she finally assents because being a sour puss can only last so long in the face of an overwhelming desire to slap someone fondly on the shoulder   ——            “long time no see.”

@spunstories

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❛ please don’t go. ❜ ur welcome

00X. THREE WORD STARTERS [accepting]

            “it could be worse,”             she mumbles against his neck. her breath is soft and getting softer. for all his dreams of the world ending around them it seems that time itself, illness was the worst of their enemies. padme’s fingers come to rest on the side of his cheeks and she leans up to kiss him with thinning lips.            “don’t be scared for me, ani. i’m not scared.”           she had been, once, before the sickness had settled in deep and she’d had time to say her good byes. somewhere between the children being able to see her for hours, and once a day on a good day. until she’d had to beg anakin to keep their memories of her soft and sweet.

            a reality of war: they had expected it to happen fast. so many people had died quickly, with nothing more than a whimper. a single curse can end a life and padme has been lingering on edge for a cure that will not come. a lingering curse is as fine of a weapon as any quick one, and slowly, surely, it as pulled the life from her flesh and bones. he’d seen that she would not survive the war, he had been right, hadn’t he?            “you’re going to be an amazing father. and you’re going to tell leia and luke all about me, and it’ll be like i’m there. and when they’re old enough, you’ll show them my memories, and let them talk to my portrait. you’ll be so good, ani. you’re so good already.”

            she says her goodbyes every day. every morning when she wakes and every time her eyelids grow heavy, might she have that tender mercy of passing while she sleeps. her lips offer soft, hallowed ‘i love you’s against the rough edge of his scruff on her chapped lips. her soul aches for him, for what he’ll have to do, but she believes in his strength. she believes in him the same way men believe in god or magic, with all of her fading spirit.             “you have to let me go, sooner or later. you know that,”             she reminds him, words gentle as her fingers against his wrist.

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