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@lessthantwelve
#𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙻𝚅𝙴, a very low activity portrayal of Han Solo. Penned by Megan (she/her, thirty two). Original Trilogy, Solo & headcanon based, with some novel influences. A mix of "old" canon and "new" canon. 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚍.
Affiliated with @ofthclight and @ruinreigns. Established 2021.
ALL THREADS ARE CONSIDERED DROPPED. If you do want to keep one and it's my turn, please let me know. I am simply hoping to return here with a fresh start, and some new partners, so I'd like to be available for that, rather than worrying about old drafts. This is not me secretly hinting that I don't like our current thread. Again, if you have one you want to keep, PLEASE TELL ME. I can't read minds kjdkj. I will probably remain iconless for the moment, as I only have a dozen or so and I don't feel like it should keep me from rping in the meantime.
wanders in late with starbucks
someone said hanleia?
working on some icons, what do u think?
Reblog this if you're either a Star Wars roleplay blog, or interested in interacting with Star Wars muses!
Time for some Leia in her current comic form!
getting yelled at by the skywalker siblings
Muses are fickle. Reblog if you understand that your partner’s muse can sometimes wonder off for a while, but that you will still be willing to write with them when they come back.
AU where the First Order was never a thing and @ofthclight (Rey) meets Han and becomes part of his crew and they have adventures and love each other and become a lil family, including Chewie and at some point, Leia and maybe even Luke.
a dark figure lit by green strode down the hallway, blocking each blaster bolt with his lightsaber. a strike, a cry, some steps, another strike, another cry. the two shooting at the jedi were both now crumpled on the ground, clutching their arms that held their weapons. another ran into the hall, but with a wave of his hand, luke caused their blaster to fly out of their grip. the moment they stood stunned, processing what had happened, the man approached. he spoke eerily calm.
'you will lead me to your prisoners.'
'i will lead you to our prisoners.'
and the syndicate member led luke to a row of three cells, walking down it was the third farthest that he wanted as it was the third farthest that kept his dear friend. luke spoke another haunting command, 'you will open this cell.' i will open this cell. the cell was opened. @lessthantwelve
han had a habit of getting himself into trouble, though usually he was fairly capable of getting out of it, too. not this time, it seemed, at least not from where he was inside the cell of some syndicate who clearly had it out for him. they hadn't really done a whole lot of explaining but he got the jist of it from the way they'd been treating him and they weren't his friends. luckily for han someone else was his friend and was particularly loyal, considering most of the people in his life wouldn't have gone so far as luke had even just to break him out. risking life and limb for a scoundrel and a con gone wrong was just not part of the code for the people han used to spend his time with.
these days, he was running with more reputable types, or so he liked to tell himself. he didn't have the force to help him, couldn't sense his impending rescue or prepare a witty one liner for when the cell door opened, but it turned out he didn't need to, because it was luke. if it had been leia, he would have never lived any of it down. luke was more reasonable. he sure looked like a jedi, and not some fresh off the farm teenage boy, which was probably helping his case when it came to being intimidating. to han, though, he was mostly the same kid he'd met on tatooine so many years ago, even if he'd come into his own.
relief flooded over him when the cell door opened. his expression lit up like a child receiving a long awaited gift. "luke, my old buddy! did you come all this way for me? i had it handled." he did not. he would have been rotting potentially for months until they decided what to do with him, if they hadn't just handed him over to whoever was offering the best reward. he was standing as soon as he saw the imposing figure in the doorway, on his feet and ready to get the heck out. he felt no desire to linger longer than was necessary and assumed luke not only had a plan, but that it was going well. he'd come this far. "thanks for the rescue, kid. you got a way out?"
Shout out to the lovely Leias in my life, without whom I would be incomplete: @misfittcd + @ruinreigns + @ofthclight ❤️
Han has a lot of very useful skills, but number one is trolling Lando Calrissian.
Han wasn't entirely sure how to congratulate one pilot for surviving without making light of the fact that many hadn't. He could offer his sincere condolences, sure, but he was more a bad jokes kinda guy and being all morose and serious just didn't make him, or anyone else, feel any better. They'd lost good pilots, good members of the team over Yavin, and even if he hadn't known most of them, it wasn't as though Han had never experienced loss before. The ceremony was a celebration of victory, but it had come at a cost, and he wasn't good at feelings. "So....they really brought out the good stuff, huh?" Han asked the man beside him, gesturing with the glass in his hand. Whiskey from Corellia. Funny how after all this time, he still couldn't escape that place.
starter for @red-flight (Wedge Antilles)
"I was told to report to uh...." He paused, frowning as he realized he didn't remember. He looked around as if something might jog his memory. It didn't. "...you." They had said she was a Twilek and since they didn't have a whole lot of those in the immediate vicinity, he had to assume the woman with vibrant green skin was the General he had been referred to. He wasn't sure why, exactly - Luke had done all the work and besides, he wasn't any kind of military man, but he thought he might do as Leia asked.
starter for @oflightsbeam
"You know you're gonna have to given those pants back to me. They aren't even mine." Whose pants were they? A discussion for another time. He was kind of sad that Lando hadn't been there at the ceremony, just so he could rub it in his face. He did like to one up his friends and rivals. A medal of honor, for Han Solo? He might not even gamble it away in his next game of Sabacc.
starter for @leftfarm
rip at obi-wan for trying to have a civil conversation with Han, so sorry @lightfaithed but he's not charmed by you or your accent
Ben couldn't help being startled when he heard his father's footsteps on the floor. Did illusions make noise? No, right? Or could they? What Ben did know, however, was that illusions did NOT cast shadows and he was definitely seeing his father's shadow on the floor and wall. Was he-? No. He couldn't be alive. His lightsaber went right through him and his fall was so hard, Ben didn't even hear when his body hit the floor. He stood up and closed the small space between him and whatever/whoever the hell he was and rested a hand on his shoulder. It was real.
"I don't....how?"
"Oh, hell if I know. Something about the Force, probably," Han said after a beat, shrugging. He didn't ask too many questions, especially when the answers tended to be complicated and way above his pay grade. He was alive, and so was his son, and that was all that mattered. Han reached out and cupped the side of Ben's face, thumbing across his cheek. "You look pretty good, considering." He was pretty sure he'd been told Ben had nearly died, if not died properly, in the final confrontation with the Emperor and Han was just happy he appeared all in one piece. He looked away only long enough to glance at Rey. His expression was fond, wistful. "She's been through a lot. She needs some time to rest, but she'll wake up. She's just about stubborn enough to survive anything." Not unlike someone else he knew.
To say he was fond of her was a bit of an understatement. In some ways, she was like the daughter he never had, though he wouldn't have condoned his daughter doing most of the things she'd done, even in the name of the greater good. Charging off into dangers unknown like an idiot. Sure sounded like a Solo. Then, he turned his attention back to Ben. "Come here," Han instructed, and pulled Ben in for a hug, wrapping his arms around his son. "I'm proud of you," He said, which was more honest than Han usually was about his feelings, but it felt necessary. He'd always loved Ben. Never stopped for a second. And even when all had felt lost, Leia had insisted there was a way home. And there had been, in the end. Just not for her. "Your mother would be proud of you, too. You did good, kid."
