GODQUEEN OF THE STARS.

transmettez escadron du phénix, ici spectre deux, me recevez-vous? transmettez escadron du phénix! independent, private, selective hera syndulla, of star wars rebels. written by nicole. sideblog to eleutheriana; follow backs will come from there.

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starter call !!!

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anyway i just finished holocrons of fate when am i gonna be allowed to tear maul apart with my bare hands

[tls123]

I’m not a QUITTER, I’m that CUNT.    ( VERSION #1 )

[spectredeuxx]

that twilight of the ap.prentice pt2 feel

[geezer-kage]

Send me “...Maybe” if your muse is sexually attracted to mine

[saithheart]

JUST   KEEP   FOLLOWING   /   THE   HEARTLINES   ON   YOUR   HAND      //      @spectredeux

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hera,, please if you ever loved any of us,,, use this lotion. please,

sabine’s caught her just out of the ‘fresher; damn near cornered her in the doorway. she’s still wrapped in a towel, and patting carefully and gently at water dripping from her tchin, a bit wide eyed at sabine’s EMPATHETIC DISPLAY, and the bottle of lotion in her hands. she’s about to say something, argue, maybe, but sabine reaches past her and sets it on the counter without another word. well, alright then. hera eyes it warily, like it’ll rise up and bite her, before glancing fondly at sabine’s retreating back and shutting the door again. she pops the cap, sniffs experimentally, and then blinks, smiles softly, and begins to smooth it over her arms. the floral smell is ––– DIFFERENT. but not unpleasant, she decides. not unpleasant at all.

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DETAILED APPEARANCE INFO

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HEAD

FACE SHAPE: very heart shaped, with a sharp, defined chin and high cheekbones. CHEEKS: softly hollow. CHEEKBONES: high, pronounced, and very sharp. LIPS: full and well defined, naturally a soft peach tone. SKIN COLOR: a medium moderate green, with strong golden yellow undertones. SKIN TYPE: smooth, erring towards dryness in most climates. each lekku and each of ( the outsides of ) her arms are decorated with natural circular markings in a much paler version of her skin tone, mostly connected by thick lines and ending in smaller circles. she has the same design tattooed down her spine, ending at the base of her neck and her tailbone, respectively. EYE SHAPE: large, vaguely almond shaped, and tilted up at the corners. EYE COLOR: a dark teal, with gold flecking around her pupils. EYEBROW SHAPE: thin and softly arched, and very expressive. no hair exists there due to her twi’lek genetic make up; hera tattooed them on in her late teens in an effort to decrease the ‘otherness’ of her appearance.   EYEBROW COLOR: dark green, almost black. EYELASHES: dark, long, and very very thick, to protect her eyes from the frequent sandstorms on her home planet.  NOSE SHAPE: small and long down her face, with a rounded tip that turns upwards slightly. HAIR TEXTURE: n / a. as a twi’lek, hera does not grow body hair outside of her eyelashes. her lekku, which exist in the same place a human would have hair on their head, are the same texture as the rest of her skin; i.e. smooth and prone to dryness on most planetary climates unless she keeps up with a lotion routine ––– which she rarely does. HAIR COLOR: n / a. her lekku are the same color of her skin, aside from her natural markings, which are a softer and paler shade of yellow-green. HAIR LENGTH: n / a. her lekku reach to her mid back, only two inches above her waist. EARS: as a twi’lek, hera does not have traditional human shaped ears, but earcones, which are generally conical shaped instruments of hearing that grow organically in the same spots a human would have ears. hers are much smaller than most twi’lek females tend to have, forming more of a plateau than a mountain on either side of her head. they are almost always covered by her pilot’s cap and amplifiers, which are part of the gear she wears strapped to her head, which consists of her goggles and her headphones. the headphones house her commlink on one side and both act as a hearing aid, as hera suffers from moderate hear loss, which she was born with, and has only gotten worse since she started flying for the rebellion.

UPPER BODY

SHOULDERS: average for her height, and line up well with her hips. ARMS: muscled and toned, but without much visual definition unless she’s flexing. each arm has the same markings as her lekku on the outer side of her biceps and forearms, ending at her wrists. STOMACH AREA: toned, and does not give much when touched. her waist is very small, though padded out via her clothing. LOVEHANDLES?: nah, she’s too thin. CHEST/BREASTS: medium to full sized, and almost always hidden under a thick breast band and her flight suit’s chestplate.  NIPPLES: well proportioned to her breasts, with a coloring that is a darker shade of her skin tone. BACK: excellent posture, though she has a bad habit of hunching her shoulders when sitting, as she’s used to leaning over her ship’s navigational board. HAND SIZED: small palms, long fingers. covered in callouses from mechanical work, despite her thick gloves, and always chapped and dry.

LOWER BODY

HIPS: curved and full, holding most of the extra weight on her body. BOTTOM: rounded, well shaped, and lifted due in equal parts to frequent exercise and twi’lek genetics. THIGHS: thin, with toned muscle definition. CALVES: very toned. LEG LENGTH: very long; hera is all legs, and they are more than double the length of her torso.

OTHER

BODY HAIR: nonexistent. twi’lek genetics mean she has no body hair aside from her eyelashes. SCENT: hera most often smells of mechanics; the clean and tinny smell of metal, the oddly enticing smell of fuel, and a softly burnt electric smell. she doesn’t sweat much, again, due to genetics suited for a desert planet, but when she does, it’s another familiar smell for her crew, though her own body odor is much sweeter than that of a human’s. when freshly showered, she smells of clean, unscented soap, and clean linen. she isn’t prone to vanity and perfume, though she keeps a ( three quarters of the way full ) bottle in her quarters of a perfume that smells warm, woody, and intoxicating. HAND NAILS: short, always clipped or torn to be as short as possible. she’s broken too many an untrimmed nail while working on the ghost to keep them longer than that. TOENAILS: clipped short, never painted. VOICE: hera’s voice is deeper than one might expect due to her appearance, though that may be in part a stereotype deriving from her twi’lek heritage. her voice is smooth, soothing, and calming, even when raised in fear, anger, or urgency. it is a mother’s voice, commanding, low, and capable. her natural ryloth accent makes an appearance only under circumstances of extreme emotion ( whether this is anger, fear, lust, or love matters not ) , and most often around her father, as he brings out most of those extreme emotions in her. when her natural accent slips out, her voice raises in pitch and tone, becoming about half an octave higher, and she normally speaks much faster. ( here is hera’s speaking voice, intonation, and accent; natural accent starts at around 3:30. ) HEIGHT: 5’7” WEIGHT: 120 lbs. PIERCINGS: none. TATTOOS: only on her spine; see above. BRA SIZE: 32D. SHOE SIZE: US size 8. PREFERRED CHOICE OF SHOES: hera is most comfortable in and most often found in her work boots, and rarely seen with anything else on. CLOTHING STYLE: it’s hard to say, given that she’s rarely seen outside of her flightsuit unless the situation calls for her to go undercover. in truth, hera is most comfortable in clothing that is just that: comfortable. she likes to be able to move, she likes to know that she can break into a run at any moment and not get tripped up or constricted by her clothing, though she likes it tight enough to guarantee that most people would not be able to grab her by it if they tried. when in ‘civilian clothing’, she’s most often found in a well fitted long sleeved shirt and similar pants. GENERAL BODYSHAPE: very thin hourglass.

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                          “ SO YOU  LEFT  YOUR FAMILY TO  FIGHT. ”                           “  I  LEFT  MY  FAMILY  SO  I  COULD   FLY.  ”

[thequeensofbeauty]

At the end of the day, if the guy is going to write the girl a letter, whether it’s chicken scratch or scribble or looks like a doctor’s note, if he takes the time to put pen to paper and not type something, there’s something so incredibly romantic and beautiful about that.

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AS WISE AS THE MOUNTAINS AND TALL AS THE TREES. ( @jedicoded ) // starter call.

“ I KNOW YOU, ” she says, soft, but ... assured. confident. she knows this man. she knows that she knows. she can’t place his face just yet, but there’s ––– something there. something in the blue of his eyes, the set of his jaw, the way he carries himself, slumped, a bit, but with something in his spine that’s impossible to deny. he holds himself like A KING IN DISGUISE, she realizes. her heart skips a beat. HE HOLDS HIMSELF LIKE KANAN. hera shifts down her stool, skips two over to deposit herself onto the one next to him. her hands are sweaty inside her gloves ( while tatooine is close enough to the atmosphere of the planet she was born on that she’s not uncomfortable with the heat, she’s still dressed for the freezing temperature of space, knowing this mission wouldn’t leave them planetside long enough to justify changing. ) , and she clenches and unclenches her fingers against her thighs. “ i know you. how do i know you ? ”

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YOU OUTSHINE THE MORNING SUN, MY SON. ( @crdered ) // starter call.

HE’S SIGHED THREE TIMES IN THE LAST TEN MINUTES. probably more, now that she’s thinking about it, but he’s got his back to her, and her amplifiers aren’t always reliable when ezra sits like that. sighing a little bit herself, a soft smile gracing her features, hera sets aside her datapad, carefully exiting out of the information and locking it away as she does. she rises, stretches, and heads over to where ezra sits, cleaning at an exposed part of the ghost’s inner machinery. she lowers herself next to him, picks up a rag, and joins him in the work, with only the smallest bit of hesitation. she knows it’s far too likely that he’d prefer kanan, but she sits, shoulder to shoulder, with this boy she’s come to think of, for better or for worse, as their son. “ you wanna talk about it ? ” she asks, three minutes into it, when she feels that ezra has relaxed enough that he won’t close up immediately.

[studiedwar]

     “I STUDY THE ART OF WAR. WORK TO PERFECT IT…”

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if all you do is fight for your own life, then your life is worth nothing. 

independent and private hera syndulla, established june 2017 and written by nicole. sideblog to @eleutheriana. PERSONALS DO NOT REBLOG.

[alittledysfunctional]

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if you’re asking, i can’t say no. just one more chapter, our book won’t close. and i know it’s madness to play these odds it’s like giving matches to paper dolls.

[echotears]

MEGHAN MARKLE as HERA SYNDULLA (2/?)

[mitchellwrites]

deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.