#alderheir

[honorhunt]

@graysistance :  #don't let ben hear this

with those ears?

@graysistance​ :  #you were the worst in your youth weren't you dad

[darkestshadeofgrey]

alderheir

@alderheir

[fifthbornforrester]

Physical Touch (just do the whole category)

THE WHOLE CATEGORY?!?!?! THE WHOLE ???!!!

anything for you kitty

does your muse like being hugged?

Oh, definitely! Hugs are nature's medicine, are they not? She definitely loves hugs, but only from those she cares about. Casual hugs are fine, but they never do the trick like a hug from a friend or loved one.

where could someone touch your muse to calm them down?

HAIR! HAIR HAIR HAIR! Talia loves playing with people's hair and loves having her hair played with in return. It is incredibly calming and if there's a little scalp massage involved? She will melt and maybe fall in love. Also her back! Rubbing soothing circles into her back always calms her down.

is there anywhere on your muse’s body they want to be touched most?

Hmmmm. Probably her hips. Whether someone is wrapping their arms around her or moving her around somewhere, a gentle press to her hips always gets her attention. Also her arms. If someone runs their fingertips along her arms, she's a goner.

does your muse find themselves subconsciously seeking out physical contact? ( ie. reaching for s/o’s hand without realizing it )

Another definite! It's more grounding than anything, knowing the person she cares for and loves is there, real, and in the flesh. Seeking out touch to remind herself is so important, especially when she can succumb to loneliness. Just that physical presence is enough to keep her going.

headcanons based on the 5 love languages

[rebehllious]

starter for @alderheir​ !!

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐒𝐎  𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓  ──  when  Luke  had  first  met  Leia,  at  least.  They  were  caught  by  the  empire,  they  escaped,  Ben  Kenobi  had  died,  the  rebellion  needed  help,  and  he  helped  destroy  the  Death  Star.  Such  a  wild,  whirlwind  of  emotions  had  left  him  breathless  by  the  time  he  touched  his  X-Wing  back  on  to  the  ground  of  Yavin  4.  The  ceremony  to  follow,  the  cheers,  and  celebration;  it  was  all  a  victory  to  revel  in.  But  as  the  adrenaline  faded,  so  much  weighed  on  his  mind.  But  what  about  Leia?  Leia  had  gone  through  so  much  and  she  was  strong.  But  even  the  strong  needed  to  be  lifted  up  at  times.  She  had  lost  her  entire  planet,  her  people,  her  home,  and  her  family.  He  could  not  imagine.  

He  wasn’t  the  best  with  words,  not  by  a  long  shot.  But  perhaps  he  could  do  for  her  what  she  had  done  for  him  when  Ben  had  passed  on.  If  even  just  to  be  a  listening  ear.  He  was  willing.  He  wanted  to.  The  blonde  slips  by  a  few  folks,  now  jostling  about  the  rebel  base  of  their  newest  operations.  He  sees  her  now,  going  over  newly  found  intel  regarding  the  Empire.  Maybe  this  was  the  wrong  time?  He  enters  the  room  and  knocks  softly  on  one  of  the  tables  running  along  the  walls.  He  smiles,  keeping  his  tone  light,  “Keeping  busy,  I  see?”

[lionthought]

if jyn ever felt like an imposition, some unavoidable burden to saw that he couldn’t foist upon anyone else, it was never more than when he took her along to diplomatic negotiations. while she could blend in fairly easily (people stopped trying to make eye contact after she refused to return the gesture enough), often there was nowhere to stand except beside saw while he haggled over policy about republic this or that. there was so much arguing or loud “discussion” that sometimes she’d come away with ringing ears and double vision from the holoprojections. 

overall, the single net positive of traveling with her guardian was the travel. at least she could glue herself to any viewport and stare at the stars and planets that drifted past. she’d made herself sick once from gawping too long at starlines before saw had any thought to warn her. after that, she knew better. but outside the hyperlanes she was entranced.

torn away from her perch upon arrival to alderaan, fascination with space and all it held aloft faded. in its place formed a weary disillusionment pointed at everything and nothing in particular. by the time saw had shuffled her out of their cruiser and into wherever today’s shouting would take place, jyn was bleary-eyed and exhausted. no patience remained for anything other than being left alone to stare while someone named organa spoke of a supply chain that needed to be rerouted thanks to a spy’s mistake. and stare she did, until a pale outline materialized from behind the tall grey man. in clear surprise jyn focused her heavy gaze on the outline, squinting through shades of artificial cyan and turquoise. 

a little girl. shorter than jyn, but with a hairdo to make up for height lost. a white dress and wide eyes. staring right back at her.

@alderheir / transmission from jyn erso

[resistanceheirarc]

@alderheir sent:  ❛ you’re lying. ❜

his heart is caught in his throat when he hears those words. how could she think so little of him? after all this time? after everything they’ve done together? no one in this galaxy beside his father knows him as well as the general, no one has ever seen him at his darkest like she has. 

“what? seriously?” he hates how his voice sounds, higher pitched and a little broken. “y’know what? maybe i am, but maybe i have a reason to lie to you!”

[aniimvs]

            his left brow arched and the right corner of his mouth quirked to meet it, ben counted eight cups of freshly brewed caf steaming on the counter. the ninth soon joined the herd with a clattering slosh followed by the tenth that ben swore still had whole beans in it.

            ❝ mom... ❞ the young solo called out softly, never taking his eyes off the surmounting army of mugs.

            ❝ wha-wh-what's wro-n-ng, master sol-l-o? ❞ ben's hazel gaze rolled to his peripherals where BX-778 jittered ominously, ❝ t-these b-b-beans are fair tr-trade. ❞

            ben's attention snapped forward ─── why were there twenty cups now? ─── before he did a whole body spin towards the bedrooms, ❝ MOM! ❞

a dumb cute for @alderheir

[libertywept-a2]

“You’re my Mother.” @alderheir​

“I am.” Nineteen years she had waited for this moment, imagined it a million times. But now that it was here, Padmé found that she was having trouble getting the words out.

This isn’t what she wanted, she didn’t want Leia to be in pain, Bail was supposed to be here, not dead along with her daughter’s other mother and planet.

“Leia... I am so sorry, is there anything I can do?”