These Dry Bones

A Selective multi muse blog for Star Wars characters! A mix between canon and OCs! Most are over 21 as is the mun! Open to cross overs and the like! Please read RULES URL is tag Written by Snow

[risingthroughthestars]

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Hello my friends! This is an indy/selective Multi Muse blog for Star Wars. Established in 2017 with varying levels of activity since then!

You can call me Snow, she/her pronouns & I’m 28 based in the EST zone of time. My Rules page is here

This blog has a mix of canon muses & OC’s that can be found here a quick way start thing is memes!! That tag is right here 

Affiliated with galaxierisen

Formally Found on Herowithmuchfear & BlindedSpectre

Non-Star Wars Multi-Muse: Laxchra

[laxchra]

I TOTALLY LIVE.

I am just in a point of my life I for the life of me CAN NOT sit and get myself to focus on tumblr 🥲 but I’m around on disc!! I do a lil bit of RPing there if any one is interested—just lemme know who you are & what not—sorry I just kinda—disappeared

[rebelresolve]

Was it a good thing? "Honestly, I'm not sure," she admitted with a small laugh of her own. "It's terrible timing. But..."

Hera took his hand and held it between her own, close to her heart. "Do you remember?" she asked softly, letting her eyes close as her mind drifted back. "One in a million." Those were the odds the doctor had given her the day of her surgery, the chances that she'd ever conceive naturally. She remembered him taking note of Kanan, too, who had been holding her hand throughout his whole explanation, and amending that it was even less likely with a human partner.

And yet. "I should've known, we've always been good at defying the odds." Hera found herself unable to stop smiling, then; no matter how poorly timed it might be, what with the war heating up every day, she couldn't deny the joy it brought her. It had been an impossible dream, and yet here they were, making the impossible possible.

She pulled him in close, smiling into his shoulder. "We're going to have a baby, Kanan."

[risingthroughthestars]

Kanan squeezed her hands gently as she took them. More wishing he could truly see her. He leaned in though, pressing his forehead to hers.

He couldn't help the little chuckle that left him. "One in a million." He repeated. His own grin was growing as she continued, "seems to be one of our best traits." He said. Another laugh came out of him as she pulled him in. His own arms wrapped tight around her and he did a little spin. "A baby." He pressed a kiss to her lips.

Maybe it was poor timing...but would it ever truly be right? They were working to stop the war...but they had no clear end in sight. And...wasn't this something they wanted? One day? No...it'd never be on their time.

"It is a good thing." He said. "...what do you want to tell the others?"

[risingthroughthestars]

“I want to be a Jedi like you.”

(Spare a Kanan Lives AU for my Jacen muse?)

@arandomnerdsrp358

@arandomnerdsrp358

A smile touched his lips at that. He knelt down to the boy's level. He placed a hand on his shoulder. "...oh, one day-I think you'll be an even better Jedi than I ever was." He told him warmly.

[rebelresolve]

@risingthroughthestars from x

Hera had always had strong stomachs, but right now they were doing flips, or rather, felt as if they were being kicked. No, she knew that was her imagination— it was far too early for that. Still, knowing what she knew, it made it easy to picture.

She gently pulled him from the main hallway into her room; there were always other eyes and ears on the Ghost these days, and she wasn't sure she was quite ready to tell the kids yet, let alone the fleet. But Kanan? Kanan needed to be the first to know. If she wasn't mistaken, he'd probably be first to know anyways, first to sense it.

"I... think I'm pregnant."

[risingthroughthestars]

Kanan's face grew a bit more concerned as she pulled him away. He glanced back but then back to Hera. Maybe it worried him a little bit-it couldn't be anything bad could it?

Though at her words he paused, "...you're...pregnant?" He asked, trying to process those words. Of course the two of them were-active. But...had they known this was even a possibility of happening? But-even reaching out with the Force he could-sense another presence, so small but still there.

Force how he wished he could see her. He reached out to touch her face gently, a small laugh coming out of him. "Really?" Then concern again, "are you-alright? It's-is this a good thing?"

[risingthroughthestars]

"Kanan? Do you have a minute?" Hera looked slightly nervous, but it wasn't a bad kind of nervous; more the brimming with excitement kind of nerves. "There's— something we need to talk about."

@rebelresolved

"Hera?" He turned. He could sense-she was nervous about something. He reached out and touched her shoulder. "Of course I've got a minuet." He smiled a bit. "What is it?" He asked.

[risingthroughthestars]

Heyo I'm lurking around here

[youare7567]

[themandaloriandaily]

me trying to get my dog to listen to me

[lilyluner-deactivated20150224]

Everyone I RP with deserves a Nobel Peace Prize for not killing me when I don’t reply for like a month

[laxchra]

                                 Who’s gonna fight for what’s right?                                                                       Who’s gonna help us survive?                                                                        We’re in the fight of our lives                                                                             (And we’re not ready to die)                                                                     Who’s gonna fight for the weak?                                                                   Who’s gonna make ‘em believe?                                                                                           I’ve got a hero                                                                                                          Livin’ in me

[vaultism-archive-blog]

Please like/reblog this if you're willing to roleplay with villain characters without acting like the mun is a terrible person.

I writing evil or nearly evil characters more fun than writing good guys. I’m sick of feeling like people are going to judge me for my characters. I have a right to rp what I want and explain my characters actions, but not try to justify them. Because I know why a character acts a certain way doesn’t mean I think they are excused. The world isn’t black and white.

[bucky-barnes-supremacy]

Me : *sees a character with unfixable extreme trauma* yes you will be my new obsession for the next 6 months I love you.

[laxchra]

…so instead of any what I’d said we went grunge witch

[risingthroughthestars]

Happy Halloween y’all!

[melamemea]

Send me a "If one of us is going to survive... I'd rather it be you!" for a drabble where my muse makes one final effort to save yours by sacrificing themselves. Add reverse for it to be written from my muse's pov when yours does it.

[risingthroughthestars]

multistoty​:

@risingthroughthestars​

Why was this sith warrior so interested in a woman who looked like a senator from a by gone era? She hadn’t seen anyone since she woke up in her coffin smacking at the glass until Sabe had noticed. It had to be some sort of trick of Palpatines or something Anakin had attempted in order to keep her safe. She had had twins. those memories were back as well as the choking that felt almost present every time she slept. Were Obi-wan had taken them was beyond her just like his life. The empire had murdered most that she loved and forced Obi-wan to kill his former padawan. She had seen the counter in Ben’s face of who she knew quite well. And as a poltician, she had drawn conclusions to the memory of Luke and Leia who had been left as orphans in the deaths of both of their parents and whose cries were all of them she had ever known that the particular palor of his face and more said that the hero without fear never left Mustafar. Revenge was never a good thing. But for the first time in her life through diaster, a certain ammount of rage lurked in the shadows of her light. One of the men on Tatooine had just put a vibro blade up to her kneck when he was yanked roughly back and the black monster much taller than her had appeared. His height was similar to her husband’s though much more intimidating. Was this a droid or one of the people she had loved forcedto fall? Ahsoka had left the order too. that always haunted a girl who had thought of her like a child. If this sith knew her identity instead of the girl who had freed herself from Jabba and attempted to do such things for others. Sabe could make her a sleeper agent for the rebellion, but Padme wouldn’t go out quietly. She had been tricked on the sand planet. Now, the remainder of the slave chip scar only spurred her into further action. She had been living on an old moisture farm bought with the credits Sabe could muster and run by her fellow newly freed peope. How crazy her life had become a sort of reverse of the man who her heart belonged.The connection with the empire was here though few bothered with the planets on the outer rim. It was part of why hiding here had worked so well. Padme kept her blaster in her hand, finger never leaving the trigger. She studied the man in front of her, if he could even be considered a man but then again she didn’t have a clue what he was under that suit and hoped she never would have to. Her eyes moved back up to where she assumed his eyes were behind the helmet,

“ I’ve heard about you Lord Vader. I am very… interested to say the least to meet you but please. I am just simply a woman in this small town trying to go about her day. May I be excused. “

None of this felt real.

Where’s Padmé, is she safe? Is she alright?

It seems in your anger...you killed her.

And yet...he felt her presence on this cursed planet. One that had stripped him of so much, one he’d been a slave on. He’d been so lost in his rage over the years. But that...light shining through had put the Sith lord on a path. The moment he saw her standing there-looking like the day the Jedi had lost her. At that moment...it was hard to keep that part of him quiet. Had the Emperor lied to him? Was this some sort of cruel trick by the Force? What had happened to their baby?

The man who’d dare tried to attack the woman with Padmé’s face didn’t stand a chance. He’d lost her once-he’d be damned if he lost her again without getting answers. By the maker-that voice. How could she be anything but his lost angel?

“Padmé Amidala.” He finally spoke, his voice augmented by the helmet he was forced to live in. He didn’t reach for her, didn’t reach for the weapon at his waist even with hers pointed at him. It wasn’t a threat even if she decided to use it against him. “I was told you’d died.”

[onlyrpmemes]

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