WHOSE FIGHT IS THIS

WHICH ARE YOU, THE KNIGHT OR THE MARTYR?

[lionthought]

an indie and private star wars multimuse by p. limited/sporadic activity. very selective. plot driven. multi-universe. 21+. 

muses are listed here.

rules are here.

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Who's who in the New Jedi Order - Star Wars Insider #57

[lionthought]

i am stressed. S T R E S S E D.

[lionthought]

💬          ❝ how do you feel? better than you look, I hope. ❞         /       @aniimvs​

                  ❝ wow. you actually ask people that? ❞

her eyes are stinging and she can barely see him through salty film, so her squint becomes pronounced to the point of a glare. obnoxiously vibrant light-strips that run parallel to the holding cells, flickering every three minutes or so (she’s counted, thank you very much), give her further excuse to ferociously sharpen her perspective. maybe she can cut him for his insolence this way, without even lifting a finger. although her growing tension headache is saying she really should have brought her taser along. it might have come in handy. therapeutically. 

                 ❝ doesn’t seem like a very supreme leader thing to do. ❞  but he’s not a supreme leader of anything anymore. somehow that still won’t make rose feel any better. nothing has, no matter the overwhelming sea of change and progress that has drowned the galaxy. just the shifts within the resistance since the war ended have stunned rose into speechlessness at least once a day. 

but even when she narrows her overstimulated field of focus to the hallway, herself, and the man in the cell, the intensity of her anger doesn’t lessen by much. because suddenly this man’s name is ben solo and he is (he was) the general’s son and is no longer the threatening spearhead of the first order. so he inferred when he arrived on ajan kloss beaten and bloody. and so rey promised before she let resistance command take him into custody. 

rose likes rey, but she’s not sure how far she’s willing to press that affection just yet.

because paige is still dead. hays minor is still stripped and the otomok system churned into space waste. rey, when she surfaces from the shadows, often isn’t much better than a ghost. rose’s fellow soldiers and strategists on every side miss leia in ways that show on their faces even in silence. everywhere rose turns, she sees it. chewie has barely his head from his shoulders since the moment he lost his old friend. and no matter how hard poe and finn are trying, they aren’t her. leia wouldn’t have asked them to be carbon copies, the mechanic is sure, but it doesn’t change a thing.

so many crimes, so many losses, all because of him. “ben solo”. 

and this version of him asks the kind of questions that have rose struggling to decipher their intent. boredom? intimidation? mocking? she’s not exactly responding well, regardless. it wasn’t like she came to care about him, either.

                  ❝ i’m getting told a whole lot about who you’re supposed to be now. the thing is, ❞  rose can feel the salt burn escalating, moisture collecting in the back of her constricted throat.  ❝ the thing is, people don’t suddenly become not evil. rey believes you and that’s fine. but even though we beat you, our celebrating is over. now the resistance and the rest of the galaxy gets to count how much you took from us. ❞

it’s a personal dare to herself when she sticks a finger out at him, and maybe a dare to him, too.

                    ❝ prove it to me, skughole. prove you’re the person leia used to think you were. she’s not here to see it anymore, but the rest of us who actually miss her are. ❞

[lionthought]

one thing i'm beyond thrilled that from a certain point of view's rotj edition harped on and solidified is how absolutely terrified bib was of leia. he spent all of two seconds wondering if he could convince her to ally with him and then decided no, she'd kill me on sight.

[lionthought]

also btw i'm moving leia.

[lionthought]

[lionthought]

of all the ways this new episode could have woven in leia, that method was perfect.

it's only been maybe 4, 5, 6 years since the battle of jakku ended the galactic civil war and mark my words it took leia mere MONTHS to intensify her reputation for either deviating from rebel/new republic leadership's plans or covering for someone doing what she can't do.

AND THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED HERE.

the continuation of hera's gutsy af move was SO in the spirit of leia trouncing off without an iota of permission to "run her own op" as draven so aptly put it, finding a way to rescue han WHILE BEING PURSUED BY A TEAM OF THE MOST DEADLY BOUNTY HUNTERS IN THE GALAXY, yet also drawing dangerous attention AWAY from the rebellion so that they could move in on more details about the next death star while she, lando, chewie, and luke managed to rescue han and take down JABBA THE HUTT TO BOOT. (and boba, but only temporarily. sorry boba, and also congratulations. YOU CAN'T KEEP A GOOD GREY PROTAGONIST MAN DOWN.)

so, leia covering for hera? leia, with her little boy at her side and standing tall next to the rest of the republic council, sticking her chin out and covering for hera on the off chance they'd retrieve ahsoka, sabine, and potentially locate and find out how to squash an imperial remnant along the way?

YOU BET YOUR SHEBS SHE WOULD.

( and even if how she did it was kept under wraps and leia didn't let the details of hera's absence slip, it still counts. leia is bold enough to look her detractors in the eye when necessary, and smart enough to know when to play and when to fold. however she did it, she did it with full conviction that it was the right thing to do. )

leia organa solo, i love you. your spirit lives on bravely to piss off everyone who hasn't gotten the picture yet xD

[lionthought]

very emphatic note to self for when I'm once again in range of a computer: add hera and eleni syndulla to the muse list.

[lionthought]

💬 " are there limits to any emptiness? " — tenel ka djo / @ofpolitics

❝ it depends, your ladyship. ❞

shin felt it, that particular kind of magic flowing through the bright woman's blood, as closely if flowed through shin's own veins. and yet it did, though far more potent. ......except potent wasn't the right word.

within this monarch there hung a degree of separation that wasn't so much tainted as it was imbued with the color of distance. the familiar unfamiliar causing shin to ponder how much she knows, and what.

nevertheless, this was a meeting of one nightsister to another. how, the dark jedi couldn't yet fathom, but she would soon.

❝ how far is it you're willing to fall, sister? ❞ pale eyes tracked the redhead in a circle as shin rounded on this new, curious quarry with eagerness. ❝ how attached are you to your light? ❞

[scoundrvls]

too many people rely on me . — @lionthought as 𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐀 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐀 / workaholics

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇: the curse of competency. lando memorized a lot of faces. their names, their connections. if there was someone worth knowing — or worth avoiding — lando calrissian had their dossier on the tip of his tongue. not anywhere on his roster was he aware of being who got along with their talent. a curse associates considered a gift; for themselves chiefly. most didn’t consider how much of a burden being good at something was. especially when that natural knack came with the side effect of deciding who lived and who died.

      that was some weight to tally on the shoulders as rotations stretched into cycles. especially shoulders as young as leia’s, daringly capable be damned. she wasn’t a child playing general, but it didn’t escape him that leia came across as a woman who’d never known a day blissfully unaware of politics. shame the organas didn’t live to see how their daughter had risen in the wake of alderaan’s fall.

      the gambler clicked his teeth as he slid into the seat beside her. propping his elbows onto the surface, he folded his hands together, leaning his weight forward. around them was he electronic blips of their colleagues hard at work. even at this late hour, the jungle humidity kept most people up since the base couldn’t afford to spare any power for air conditioning. so into the early morning the rebels labored. pouring over absconded data streams and promise-less leads, darting from room to room as if being hunted by an invisible isb agent. only when their bodies reached that inevitable exhaustion did any of these quiet heroes drag like dractuvian cave slugs to a mist-dampened cot.

      all too easy to realise that many of these dedicated soldiers would never taste the fruits of their efforts.

      ❝ that’s what happens when you’re good at what you do. people start trusting you to make things happen. get the job done right. especially these — ❞ a polished finger wagged from its perch on the table, indicating the silent bustle. ❝ rebel types. ❞ lando wove his hands together as a mischievous smile cut across from the corner of his lips. ❝ they’ll see the best in you, even when you don’t. ❞

[lionthought]

her years of service to alderaan felt like a different life. 

never again would she be a teenaged wonder with gritted teeth, staring down dignitaries and senators and imperials alike with the pure fire and very nearly careless pomp only a young person with immense responsibility could carry. often as if her very life couldn’t have ended at a moment’s notice.

strange to think she used to believe her parents would outlive her. now leia organa couldn’t seem to die as she campaigned to pull others from the brink of certain peril. peril that blinked steadily at her from a stack of datapads that held one paragraph of poor news after another. 

bail used to say she was destined for greatness. and greatness, apparently, meant rising up against an empire in the name of every soul lost to tyranny. it was more fulfilling than possessing every credit or precious jewel the galaxy had to offer. harder and more strapped, certainly, but better.

it was one thing to know beyond the shadow of a doubt that she was capable of almost anything without her parents by her side. doing almost anything without them was another matter entirely. the grief still kept her in its grasp, draping softly like the clothes on her back with every move, each decision. sometimes the weight of her hood was enough to fool leia into thinking bail's hand was once more resting on her shoulder, her mother's arm slipping around her waist not far behind.

but those touches were only dreams, and leia's purpose still rested within the stack of kriffing datapads and the ricochets of rebels on every side from every wall and holotable in view. all of whom were strong, determined, and purposeful to the end. yet they needed her to help pilot the course of their rebellion. she was never solitary in this endeavor, though her mind often positioned her otherwise. then a wild lando appearing from the depths of the base assured her of the truth.

❝ i look forward to the day you realize you're just as much of a rebel, too. and when you do, i'd like to be there to hear it. ❞ wild card that he was, leia trusted him. didn't mind that he knew it, either. they'd grappled a long path to trust after cloud city, but lando's nearly tireless efforts to find han and his support for luke — and tangentially, her — could not be discounted. now, she was cheered by the knowledge that they'd become friends. his presence, in that regard, was enough encouragement to straighten her posture and take a deeper breath than she had in hours. it was a sigh, but it would serve.

       ❝ thank you, lando. one day, if i'm lucky, the rest of high command might think the same. so long as these supply and assistance requests don't get the better of me first. ❞ her smile, though bitter, was genuine as she stood up slowly. one hand came to rest on lando's cape ensconced shoulder where she squeezed her thanks. ❝ if you can spare the time, walk with me. i'd like to pick your brain. ❞

[lionthought]

sometimes, in the early morning before the suns rose, the desert winds around mos espa whispered instead of shrilly whistled. shmi had never slept well in her relatively short life, but slept even less once her sweet anakin was born, partly from habit and partly from worried awe. but now and again she found the near hush of the dark and night-cool desert rejuvenating in its stillness.

this morning she’d woken abruptly from a peculiarly deep sleep. her dream, so vivid while she was dreaming it, slipped through her grasp as did sand when she brushed it from her windowsill every night. all that was left was an unattached feeling of loss; a mourning for something missed but never truly possessed. shmi dwelled on the gnawing emptiness as she began brewing her morning caf and setting aside breakfast. a cursory glance to the chronometer revealed it would be at least two standard hours before anakin needed to be woken, but the movement kept shmi calm until full wakefulness eclipsed her thoughts of muddied darkness.

once the kitchen had been returned to a state of suitable cleanliness, the lady of the house wrung her hands through every small room until she arrived at the entrance to anakin’s. 

her son appeared to sleep like the dead, and it was both blessing and curse. so still did he lie on his mat that shmi could fool herself into thinking he was lifeless until further inspection guaranteed to her that his tiny chest was rising and falling. often, she would match her breaths to his, just to assuage the fear and ensure there was no noise to wake him.

even with no fear or dread in her heart as she observed his much needed rest, shmi was loathe to leave her son’s silent company. his room had one small window perfectly hewn to track the sun’s rising and a bench along the opposite wall. it was just the place for quiet meditation and observation, while also ideal for letting the suns’ eventual light strengthen her spirit. 

and so shmi tarried on the seat by the window, utterly content to soak in tatooine’s brief morning peace until the hour to wake and work arrived. 

                                                    a mother’s love for @killjedi​

[euphoriabled-memes]

Unreal Unearth.

All starters are lyrics taken from the album Unreal Unearth by Hozier, released August 18, 2023. Please feel free to change as you see fit. I love this man and am disturbed it's taken me this long to make this meme.

De Selby (Part 1)

" When all of the world is asleep, you take in the blackness of air. "

" Your reflection can't offer a word to the bliss of not knowin' yourself. "

De Selby (Part 2)

" Your heart, love, has such darkness. "

" I feel it in the corners of the room. "

" I wanna fade away with you. "

" I want to be so far from sight and mind. "

" I wanna run so far, I'd beat the mornin'. "

" I'd block the sun if you want it done. "

" I don't need to know where we begin and end. "

First Time

" Remember once I told you about how before I heard it from your mouth, my name would always hit my ears as such an awful sound? "

" Some part of me must have died the first time that you called me, 'Baby'. "

" And some part of me came alive the first time that you called me, 'Baby'. "

" Some part of me stayed alive each time that you called. "

" When I was young I used to guess. "

" Are there limits to any emptiness? "

Francesca

" Do you think I'd give up? "

" How could you think, darlin', I'd scare so easily? "

" Now that it's done, there's not one thing that I would change. "

" My life was a storm since I was born. How could I fear any hurricane? "

" I would still be surprised I could find you, darlin', in any life. "

" If I could hold you for a minute, darlin', I would do it again. "

" I'd tell them, 'Put me back in it'. "

" Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I. "

I, Carrion (Icarian)

" I feel lighter than I have in so much time. "

" How could I fall, when I am lifted by every word you say to me? "

" it's the world that falls away from me. "

" You have me floatin' like a feather on the sea. "

" Once I wondered what was holdin' up the ground, but I can see that all along, love, it was you all the way down. "

" If you need to, darling, lean your weight to me. "

" If we fall, I only pray, don't fall away from me. "

" I do not have wings, love, I never will. "

Eat Your Young

" I'm starvin', darlin'. "

" Let me put my lips to somethin'. "

" Let me wrap my teeth around the world. "

" Honey, I wanna race you to the table. "

" If you hesitate, the gettin' is gone. "

" I won't lie if there's somethin' to be gained. "

" Pull up the ladder when the flood comes. "

" It's quicker and easier to eat your young. "

" You can't buy this fineness. "

" We can celebrate the good that we've done. "

" I won't lie if there's somethin' still to take. "

Damage Gets Done

" We had nowhere to go and every desire for goin' there. "

" It's the comforts that make us feel numb. "

" I know bein' reckless and young is not how the damage gets done. "

" Oh, if the car ran, the car was enough. "

" All I needed was someone. "

Who We Are

" The hardest part is who we are. "

" You and I burned out our steam chasing someone else's dream. "

" How can something be so much heavier, but so much less than what it seems. "

" Darling, we sacrificed. "

" Quietly, it slips through your fingers, love. Falling from you drop by drop. "

All Things End

" If there was anyone to ever get through this life with their heart still intact, they didn't do it right. "

" We didn't get it right but, love, we did our best. "

" All that we intend is scrawled in sand and slips right through our hands. "

" Knowin' that everything will end should not change our plans when wе begin again. "

" I havе never known a silence like the one fallen here. "

" I know we want this to go easy by bein' somebody's fault, but we've gone long enough to know this isn't what we want. "

" We can always start again. "

To Someone From A Warm Climate (Uiscefhuarithe)

" A joy, hard learned in winter was the warming of the bed. "

" There are some things that no one teaches you, love. "

" Natural as a dream you didn’t know that you were in. "

" In summer's heat, I learned to dread the comin' of the night. "

Butchered Tongue

" You may never know your fortune until the distance has been shown between what is lost forever and what can still be known. "

Anything But

" I'd fit all my joys and my pleasures in one perfect day. "

" If I was a rip tide I wouldn't take you out. "

" I don't wanna be anything. "

" I would do everything just to run away. "

" I don't wanna be anything like this at all. "

" Look, I wanna bе loud, so loud, I'm talking seismic. "

" I wanna be the last thing anybody ever sees. "

" If I had his job, you would live forever. "

Abstract (Psychopomp)

" Sometimes it returns, like rain that you slept through. "

" I will not be great, but I'm grateful to get through. "

" The feeling came late, I'm still glad I met you. "

" The memory hurts but does me no harm. "

" Your hand in my pocket to keep us both warm."

" I remember the view, streetlights in the dark blue: the moment I knew I'd no choice but to love you. "

" Darling, there's a part of me I'm afraid will always be trapped within an abstract from a moment of my life. "

Unknown / Nth

" You know the distance never made a difference to me. "

" I thought you were like an angel to me. "

" Funny how true colors shine in darkness and in secrecy. "

" If there were scarlet flags, they washed out in the mind of mе. "

" You know I'm good on my own. "

" So much of the livin', love, is the being unknown. "

" You called me angel for the first time, my heart leapt from me. "

" Do you know I could break beneath the weight? "

" I'd walk so far just to take the injury of finally knowin' you. "

" There are some people, love, who are better unknown. "

First Light

" Could this be how every day begins? "

" Darkness always finds you either way. "

" But after this I'm never gonna be the same. "

" I am never going back again. "

[anstarwar]

I just think she’s neat

[sapphics-in-a-gffa]

Obi-Wan thinks this in one of the jedi quest books and it's too funny.

[lionthought]

yes, i will be adding shin, shut up

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Sándor Márai, tr. by George Szirtes, from “Esther’s Inheritance,” c. 1939

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