𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑒𝑙⠀⠀ ˡᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ⠀⠀

the     ̶d̶o̶o̶m̶e̶d̶     𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠   ᵒᶠ   𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑎𝑛

[slayhutts]

LEIA ORGANA. THE LAST PRINCESS. primarily set in the original trilogy with eu influences. not friendly towards sequels canon. exclusively friends only. adored by mahaa. [med student. 22.] affiliated with @flyfalcons and @dualsuns low activity & plot orientated.

𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜

[deathstars]

Like my father before me.

[sa1ntcake]

Space Twins ~

[slayhutts]

ty everyone for letting me scream about that but also a more general note that i'll be in dubai and pakistan for a few weeks so my activity is dipping!!! checking out wedding venues and catching up with family before school starts in july :3

[organatwins]

HANLEIA DOG MOTIF. IF YOU EVEN CARE!

[organatwins]

[folkpoetarchive]

meet me at midnight !

independent multi-muse featuring ariel from disney's little mermaid ( 2023 ), rapunzel from disney's tangled, ahsoka tano from star wars, kate sharma from bridgerton, barbara gordon from dc comics, & mary jane watson from marvel's spider-man. penned by ali.

i just wanna stay in that lavender haze.

[euphorictruths]

Cosmic Tranquility, Passion- Haley Greco

[slayhutts]

her handmaidens tell her to stay away from him,  that he has quite a reputation across the galaxies.  it's nothing leia hasn't heard before,   nothing that bothers her more than anything else.  besides,  rumors spiral across the holonet,  words get twisted so easily that the princess has discovered more about herself from the papers than she even thought possible.   so when they warn her that captain kirk rarely stays,  it doesn't bother her.  neither does she.  this she remembers as they sit on the balcony of her makeshift palace,  as he reminds her that he's off on another adventure the very next day.  tomorrow is his adventure,  today is hers.  "i hear you've been busy,"  leia raises an eyebrow,  giving him his glass.  "you're a difficult man to track down captain kirk." 

the princess bares a smile,  tilts her head, and understands.   maybe its her punishment,  to have fallen for the one man incapable of staying in one place.  "i heard you went all the way to the waterfalls of the voth planet  —  were they truly as beautiful as people say?"  @in3 unprompted.

[slayhutts]

darkness shrouds her vision,  the edges of her screams haunting her as she twists in her sleep,  leia hears him before she sees.  at first,  the voice rings through the vision,  that @soloreign is calling to her in torment as she witnesses the masked figures tear into her home,  cross her balcony and come pouring into her children's room.  LEIA  LEIA  LEIA.   he calls,  and the princess cannot distinguish reality from dream,  present from the vision as han shakes her until her eyes snap open.  blood rushes to her head and leia feels the knot in her body tear and combust,  against han's chest she inhales and exhales,  suddenly choking on air.  "han,  the twins —  we have to get to the twins."   her hands clasp his,  suddenly pushing,  shoving,  aching to know that jaina and jacen are alright.

the memory resurfaces,  their crying faces and her own screams.   the vision.  leia feels her knees bruise from the vision,  forced to the ground as she watched.  the vision.  it replays and replays.  neverending as she cannot understand why han won't let her go —  why he just refuses to let her run to the nursery.  "the vision,  han —  the twins  —"  she's breathless,  only finally steadying as she goes limp.   it was no vision.  a nightmare leia.  it's over.  you can breathe now leia.   it's over.   

[slayhutts]

when they first met,  her eyes immediately went to his hair.  the soft, silky white tresses that cascade his back were eye catching to any,  and the human princess could imagine no greater honor than sitting here now,  with the lord's head in her lap,  caressing such softness.  they sit in the palace garden,  far past the eyes of the keepers,  far past the soldiers.  in a spot carved just for them,  they are sprawled across the grass as leia speaks over him,  their eyes locked as leia undoes the single knot. 

"i thank you for traveling such lengths for me,"  the princess teases,  a saying she'd coined the first time sesshomaru had come to visit her.  "do you bring any news or is my company all that you wished to seek?"    @seisshomaru plotted.

[slayhutts]

music fills the cockpit,  another one of his antics' leia has such picked up on.  clad in the softest white fur,  the warmth of his ship is a stark contrast to the icy planet they were just moments ago.  the princess rarely leaves the republic,  too engrossed in the mundane routine of preparing to rule,   too engrossed in her job as leader.  but when her fathers' watchful eyes leave,  and there is but a lull to the governmental proceedings,  leia finds herself running away to see him  —  even if her favorite starlord picks the most frozen planet to escape to.  she'll coming running @st4rlord's call. at the sound of a hatch closing,  leia's attention peaks.  

"i thought you froze out there,"  warmth in her smile matches the warmth in his stride.  they're old friends at this point — old companions well versed in each other.  as familiar as the stars,  no matter how many galaxies they fall apart from   —  they always come back together.   his touch is soft,  tucking the loose stray that's fallen from her expert braid under her ear as the princess leans into her touch.  "it's good to see you again.  is that your way of saying you missed me too?"

[slayhutts]

it is her father's idea,  that the brilliant mind leia organa possesses will do little to help the rebellion if she cannot stand toe to toe with her enemies in battle.  the princess can detail every strategy to the ink stain on a map,   but she falters in the more basics.   it was practical of her father to prevent her from learning to fly,  had a younger leia known the way,  she would have left years ago —  soaring through the skies in her own rebellion.  the escapist fantasy ends as leia ducks under the gate,  approaching @gurrillero   [of course she's done her research to the detail,  the famed cassian andor is her latest instructor on how to lead a rebellion to success].  

"i have to thank you for putting aside the work you do for us all to take me under your wing."  leia extends a hand,  the picture of grace her father urges her always to be.   the circumstances for such pretenses are different,  now she stands before him with an honest gratitude,  not the facade of a senator pretending to appease an emperor.   "i hope i can be the best apprentice  :  with such little time the empire is growing too fast.   i intend to stop it." 

[slayhutts]

the sound of canons is all that rings through the battlefield,  as the princess ducks with her companion beside her.  their passage was meant to be nothing but a secret,    that princess leia was traveling away from alderaan on a diplomatic visit.  nothing could be further from the truth,  she thinks to herself,  as she brandishes tactical knowledge to bring to her allies in camelot to combat the growing war  —  one hope against the growing empire that seeks out to bring about the destruction of all that she holds dear.  "i thought we were traveling in secret?"  leia yells out,  covering her face with her arm to block the resounding explosions.  

her frustration grows s she pulls merlin away,  nearly jumping forward into the wreckage when his words stop her :   "you try to save one person; a hundred others die."  merlin  ♡  @myrlin  

damn him for being so wise,  damn him for choosing now to say something.   "we can't just leave them — they'll get crushed under those things!"  she proclaims,  tearing the edge of her dress to create a makeshift bandage for the oozing cut on her arm.  leia has seen war this close,  leia has see devastation this close,  and each time,  she's left — ran away to her duties.  no longer.  "are you coming?  or do you wish to just stand there while we let them slaughter our comrades?"  

[aldereign]

alchemei​:

anakin  solo  died  a  hero.  it’s  always  what  he’d  wanted,  what  he’d  hoped  for.  the  funny  thing  is  though  —  it  didn’t  feel  like  he’d  ever  thought  it  would.  it  was  less  of  an  act  of  great  heroism,  &  more  just  of  anakin  …  being  himself,  again  &  again  until  there  was  no  more  of  himself  left  to  give.  part  of  him  had  always  known  he’d  die  doing  his  part  of  save  the  galaxy.  it  ran  in  his  blood  -  that  want,  that  need.  it  had  always  been  stronger  than  he’d  given  it  credit  for  (  too  busy  afraid  of  things  going  the  other  way,  like  his  namesake  ).  anakin  skywalker  had  done  right,  in  the  end.  he’d  died  a  hero,  too.  they  were  alike  in  that  way.  the  younger  had  died  with  his  own  share  of  regrets  &  mistakes  —  who  has  ever  been  perfect  ?  he  should  have  tried  harder  to  save  chewbacca.  he  should  have  understood  his  father’s  grief  more.  he  should  have  told  tahiri  earlier  .  .  .  he  should  have,  he  should  have,  he  should  have.  (  he  should  have  trusted  his  mother’s  judgement  better.  )  ANAKIN.  a  difficult  name  to  both  live  up  to,  &  live  down.  he  can  only  hope  he  did  her  proud.  almost  han,  jr.  had  his  father  got  his  way.  is  that  why  they  were  so  alike  ?  anakin  a  more  introspective  version  of  his  father,  perhaps  ;  but  just  as  headstrong,  as  reckless,  as  han  himself.  but  he’d  always  had  the  skywalker  tie  to  the  force.  inherited  from  leia,  from  luke,  from  his  grandfather,  anakin’s  connection  the  force  was  raw  &  powerful.  I  AM  ONE  WITH  THE  FORCE  /  THE  FORCE  IS  WITH  ME.  neither  had  it  been  more  true  than  at  the  time  of  his  death.  it  had  become  him  ;  he  had  become  it.  impossible  to  know  where  anakin  ended  &  the  force  began.  it  had  been  as  simple  as  breathing  ;  melting  away  until  there  was  no  anakin  left  but  in  memories  (  no  anakin  left,  but  what  was  in  the  force  ).  fitting  that  he’d  inherited  his  mother’s  force  sensitivity.  he  might  have  been  likened  to  han,  but  it  was  leia  who  had  seen  his  potential  ;  leia  who  had  given  him  his  name.

it’s  leia  who  calls  to  him  —  it  is  only  right  that  he  answers.

❛     who  would  i  be  if  i  didn’t  keep  you  in  at  least  a  little  suspense  ?     ❜  hi,  mom.  it  feels  different,  now.  he  feels  different.  bathed  in  blue  light,  anakin  is  both  there  &  not  there.  he  smiles  warmly  at  his  mother,  but  it  doesn’t  quite  reach  his  eyes.  (  it  feels  like  it  did  with  chewie,  in  a  way  —  though  this  time  he  is  both  perpetrator  &  victim  ).  it  had  to  be  this  way.  there  had  been  no  other  choice.  ❛     hope  i  didn’t  leave  you  waiting  too  long.  you  know  time’s  never  really  been  my  strong  suit.     ❜

it’s  only  been  days   .     yet  the  funeral  feels  so  rushed,    the  last  time  leia  had  spoken  him,  seen  him,      held  him   …  it’s  been  too  long  already.  in  the  back  of  her  mind,  a   memory  surfaces.    she  chases  him,        his  boyish  laugh  ringing      along  a  beach    [   han  is  behind  them,  indulging  jaina  in  a  game  of  hide  and  seek  with  jacen.   for  a  moment,  the  republic  isn’t    front  and   center  in  their  minds,   they’re  just  a   family.     ]     there   are  people  who  told  leia  her  mother   looked  like  an  angel,   that  even  anakin  teased  padme  with  the  moniker.   but  for  the  first  time,  she  sees  her  anakin,   her  son,   as   the   angel   enveloped   in   warmth.   he  is  peaceful   in  his  smile  even  if  leia  knows  she  can’t  see  him  again.    ❝   i  should  have  told  you  to  stay  —   you  were  too   young   to  be  out  there.    ❞      the  sad  smile  on  her  lips  breaks   as   leia  wants  to  reach  out   and   comfort  him.  she  needs   to  tell  her  son  that  he’ll  be  okay   [   for  herself,  leia  should  have  been  there,  she  should  have  stopped  it.   something   should  have  happened  —  it’s  not  fair,   it’s  not  like  any  loss  she’s   known,   the  heartache  for  alderaan  enough  for  a  lifetime,   nobody   can  come   back  from  this  now.   ]         ❝   i  should  have  been  there  for  you.     ❞      there’s  so  many  things  she  can  say,  the  emotions  so  overwhelming  she  stops,   trying  to  remember  what  she  said  to  herself   on   the   death  star.   suddenly,  she  goes  back  to  the  princess,   the  girl   in  the  cell,   without  a  people.   without  a  home.   she  looks   at   her  son  and  she  remembers   it  all.     .  .  .   leia  can’t  forget  the  pain.   [   in   shadows   of   death, leia   sees    those   from    the   past.   in   a   stone   pathway,   she   can   follow   it   to   her father.   not   anakin—  but   the   warmth   of   bail   organa,   and   wherever   her   son   is going   to   pass   through,   the   force   will   carry   him   to   bail   as   it   was   intended   that way.   he   returns   to   warm  to   home   which   leia   holds   so   tightly.   she   has   survived this   loss   before,   and   she   will    again.   for   a   grandfather   welcomes   his   grandson home.]     she  doesn’t  take  her  eyes  off  her  son,   memorizing   every  feature  like  it’s  the  last  time  leia’s  going  to  see  him.      ❝   tahiri   —   she  needed   you.   this  family,  we  need   you.    it  wasn’t  right.      ❞

[slayhutts]

@boystark :

⠀⠀⠀⠀❛❛     …      ❜❜        embers  sputter  to  life  at  the  fore,      a  barrier  of  heat  ‘tween  the  two  of  them  as  careworn  king  tends  to  the  flames.      THE  NIGHT  IS  GRIEVIOUSLY  COLD,      and  blankets  their  surroundings  in  a  shroud  of  gloom,      and  there,     robb  recalls  his  lord  father’s  voice     :      the  gods  areｆｏｒｇｉｖｉｎｇ.       ❛❛      grief  makes  fools  of  us  all     !      ❜❜       what  could  be  said     ?      he  is  as  battle  -  weary  and  barren   as  the  pasture  around  them      —      from  the  deadened  branches,      there  is  the  cry   of  crows   to   the  wolves  prowling  the  snow.         ❛❛      my  father   lost  his  head  in   king’s  landing,     there’s  not  a  day   where  i  don’t  think  of  him.      ❜❜

alderaan is but a small nation, insignificant to the warring lords of westeros. the game of thrones has little to do with her people, little to do with her rebellion. they are but distant, allies to a few, enemies to many. when princess leia heard of her nation's fall, all she could do was run. run past the pain, past the grief. if she had stayed, it would be unimaginable. everything reminds leia of her father. the lush grass of her homeland. the sunlight on her face. the warmth and the cold. even here, acres and leagues away from bail organa, in the depths of ice cold — the white snow is as pure as her father's heart. "his head?" she had heard whispers, that the stark daughter was forced to watch. what a cruel fate to endure, one leia is thankful she did not have to brace for her beloved father. all she saw was the flames of what was once her land, all she heard was the aftermath. "i cannot even begin to imagine the depth of pain. i was lucky, i only saw the flames that engulfed my father in alderaan. i escaped before they could find me — i ran as fast as i could. your sisters, were they as lucky?"

[organatwins]

[slayhutts]

i always see people apologizing for not writing on dash and i’ll be completely honest. some of the most dedicated writers to characters scarcely write. i’ve seen people develop such heavy lore behind the scenes (in plotting, graphics, etc) and sometimes that doesn’t transcend into writing. if i follow you i like hearing your thoughts on your characters