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“Nothin’ but.”

he laughs a bit to himself, making sure that his grip is firm when skywalker shakes his hand. he notices the look in the other’s eye; how many memories did his parents’ names bring up for skywalker? he knew his mother had been a pilot for the general on her mission to revive the galactic republic, and that his father had personally flown with skywalker for both personal and military reasons.

then his own expression falls, sadness filling his eyes. 

“Well… my dad is. My mother passed            away when I was eight.”

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“Oh–”

a terrible sadness lodges deep in luke’s chest, the fading light in poe’s eyes giving the jedi his answer long moments before the boy breaks his tragic news.

“I’m sorry to hear that, poe – truly I am. shara was a wonderful woman, and an exceptional pilot – I’m sure she’s very proud of how skilled you’ve become.”

nothing he said was false sentiment – shara bey had saved luke’s hide more times than he could count, her modesty never allowing the alliance to give her the credit she so sorely deserved. she’d retired shortly after their joint mission to retrieve fragments of a force-sensitive tree from a temple on coruscant, taking one of the branches with her as a gift.  what had happened to her to end her life so abruptly? an illness? an accident?

as curious as he was, luke bit his tongue against any further questions. he’d just met the poor boy – the last thing he wanted to do was depress him.

“I’d love to see your ship sometime, if you’d be willing to show me.”

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Wrong Turn || anikinns

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The map’s upside down -- it has to be. It’s the only logical explanation Luke can give as to why he’s squinting at nothing but thick, dark forest when there should be a blasted log cabin right here, in this exact spot.

Shooting a quick glance at his father from the corners of his eyes, Luke spins the map 90 degrees to the left. It still doesn’t match up; according to this new angle, they should be standing waist-deep in the middle of a river right now. They haven’t even passed a river.

Another spin, this one rougher, the edges of the map irritably slapped straight when they make an innocent attempt to curl inward. Nothing quite matches up -- the only visible landmark Luke can make out is the snow-capped tip of a mountain peeking from the treetops directly to their north, but that doesn’t even seem to be on the map. It’s a crappy thing, really, a single sheet of square paper supplied by his school in order to ‘help’ guide campers from the parking lot to the log cabins. It’s probably all wrong -- or maybe the compass isn’t working properly... 

A father-son camping trip to the forests of Endor had sounded like an ideal way to spend his weekend, Luke relishing the notion of spending time alone with his father. Such one-on-one interaction was a rare treat, both Luke and his father living busy lives. Perhaps it was selfish of him, but having his father all to himself for one weekend -- away from the distractions of his mother and Leia and work and school -- was something Luke had looked forward to for weeks now, the 16-year-old quietly counting down the days on a space-themed calender hanging above his bed. It was the perfect opportunity for them to really talk, for his father to see just how much he’d grown this last year, how determined he was to walk in Anakin Skywalker’s footsteps --

he’d be damned if he started the weekend off by admitting he’d gotten the two of them hopelessly lost in the middle of the forest. 

“I think we’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere...” Luke huffs, bitterly shaking the handheld compass before holding it up against the map. “Do you remember passing a river anywhere?”

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two years ago this blog was basically started on a whim. an idea was planted by a couple of friends and once that idea was implanted it just grew and grew till this blog was born. i never thought i could pull off such an iconic character. for those who know me i always prefer the grey to darker muses. and cap is the opposite of dark. but now two years later here we are and i’m just shocked at well received he’s been and that we’re still around.

for those of you who’ve been here since the beginning i love you and thank you for helping me through the growing pains. for those of you who’ve joined us along the way? i hope it’s been a great journey and i look forward to what the future brings. thank you to everyone who decided out of all the caps in the rp world here on tumblr you decided to follow us. 

now on to the good stuff.

with civil war around the corner i’ve decided to offer up one (1) marvel collector corps box which revolves around civil war. this was the one for february and will give you an idea as to what you could receive in your box. no one knows what they are until they arrive at your doorstep. i’ve been a member since it started and only once have i been disappointed.

the winner will also receive 100 icons of their choosing.

2nd place: 2 second place winners will receive 50 icons of their choosing 3rd place: 3 third place winners will receive 25 icons of their choosing

rules:

mbf me. this is a giveaway for my followers and only my followers

don’t be a dick and unfollow after it’s over. if you do i’ll add you to the list i keep of those who are ineligible to win further giveaways

you may reblog this as many times as you like but don’t spam your followers. also only one (1) like will count.

this will end at midnight pacific coast time (12am pst) on april 8th (meaning 12:01a is april 9th)

winners will be randomly selected using random.org and have twenty-four (24) hours to contact me before i move onto the next winner

you must be comfortable giving me your physical address as this will be shipped directly from funko to your house.

if you live in a country that routinely charges an import fee i will cover those. you will need to contact me once it arrives in your country so that i can paypal the fee.

please understand that the box will be coming from funko and not myself. it will ship at some point after april 15th. once i receive a tracking number i will forward it on to the winner.

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I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.

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nutricemxviera:

She couldn’t imagine how it felt to have lost someone so close in relation, but never had the chance to know. She was fortunate to have two wonderful parents who still lived and took care of all their children. Perhaps he needed to hear first hand accounts of his mother. And she was certain her family could provide.

“They’re beautiful. Magical even.” She replied, recalling the falls herself and all the times she went to them and played near them as a child. 

Surprised by his action, she looked back at him, a small smile appearing. “Once this fever is gone, I certainly wouldn’t mind showing you.” 

“You will?” 

Even half-delirious with fever, Luke hadn’t truly expected Viera to agree to his abrupt request. They were little more than strangers, after all; what reason did Viera have to accompany him to Naboo other than sheer kindness? 

Still his heart gave a sharp jump of excitement, that reckless desire to go, move, fly dulled only by his more pressing need to sleep.

“I’ll hold you to that -- don’t think I’ll forget just because I’m sick.” Dropping his hold on the nurse’s hands -- his smile a little embarrassed for having grabbed them in such a way -- Luke sagged back against the wall with a short sigh of defeat.

"Can I sleep down here in the medbay?” He asked. “I’d rather not risk bumping into Han or Leia while I’m like this -- or Chewbacca, for that matter. He’s more of a doting mother hen than he looks.”

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When your muse wants to sin but he’s a cinnamon roll so he just watches from the sidelines like

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Mara’s eyes never left his face and she noted the different flickers that briefly crossed there. The way he seemed to really consider it before that little smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. She couldn’t stop a small smirk of her own. There was something about him, as a whole he had a very good natured disposition, but there was sometimes mischief there that Mara was always surprised by.

Everything about this situation surprised her now.

She licked her lips as she pondered a witty response, eyes briefly dropping to the ground. Then she looked back up at him with an unabashed grin. “Okay so I don’t have a good excuse. But there’s no time, Skywalker. It’s do or die and I’m not ready to die yet!”

Jumping from her crouched position next to him she raised her blaster, firing off a few shots at the troopers that were hunting them before she ducked down again, motioning for him to crawl behind her. “C'mon. I have an idea. I promise it won’t get us killed.”

And, really, people called him reckless? 

Luke had to laugh, a bright burst of adrenaline-fuelled mirth. Of course he was going to follow her -- like the magnetic north of a compass, Mara had never failed to point his way in the past, her lead less of a gentle nudge than it was a fierce pull in whichever direction her heart so desired. Luke had never been one to follow paths already blazed for him, but his journeys with Mara had a wild quality to them, something unhinged and hectic and wonderful. He wanted to follow her.

Dry leaves crunching beneath his knees, Luke quickly crawled in the redhead’s wake. “That’s vaguely comforting,” he remarked with a wry roll of his eyes, though the sarcasm was only for show; Mara was as skilled with a blaster as she was a lightsaber, her ferocity in battle making her an exceptional partner to have in such a dire situation. “What is this brilliant plan of yours?”

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It’s fleeting, a gentle brush of plush-soft lips at the thin skin of his temple. 

Luke stirs, sluggish, reluctant to wake from dreams that’d seemed all too real even in the abstract structure of imagination. The lingering scent of lavender, a whisper of silk skirts – her face is blurred, as difficult to look upon directly as the burning surface of the sun, and yet… he knows it’s her. The radiance of her smile holds a maternal warmth, a soft whisper of his name – “ Luke ” – the ethereal peal of a bell calling him home–

“Mother?” 

Blue eyes open to a stark, empty room. There is no scent of lavender, nor the rustle of skirts; only the familiar stench of dry ozone and the clatter of Aunt Beru starting breakfast in the kitchen overhead. Luke sighs, forcing himself to sit up, rub the sleep from his eyes, swallow his sorrow. 

Just a dream, nothing more.

He doesn’t notice the small smear of crimson lipstick left by his temple.

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