#icarusith

[soft7]

Icarus, I understand

[northpolebear]

I'm having a shitty day so.... *Hugs polar bear and their mun*

I’m so sorry to hear that you’re having a shitty day! hopefully a little polar bear hug can help make you feel better. for your amusement and enjoyment in hopes of making your day better, please enjoy these Jedi and Sith polar bears dueling.

[hopegained-a]

icarusith replied to your post:

duuuuuuude looooool

i’m sorry this is how your descendants have come to be

[northpolebear]

I love you, north polar bear! And i adore your mum as well!!! You guys really make my days better! ;v;

thanks very much! that’s always the goal, so I’m delighted to hear that we make your days better! I hope you’re having a great one today.

[burnedpower]

@icarusith​ cont from here

she still looked at him with the same eyes as she always had. padmé, no matter what anakin had done, did still believe in who he was. because while she had seen his darkness, she had also seen his light. the amount of people he had saved; the work he had done for the jedi all that time ago. the gentleness that he had still managed to maintain, even now, as he touched her. she leaned into the gentleness, unable to stop herself. she loved him. that much, had never changed.

“you are strong, anakin.” her voice was but a whisper, her head relaxing gently into his as her hand came up, pressing gently against the gloved hand. she needed him to know it for himself. but that would take a lot of work, to even get close. “you must learn to believe that. no matter what you’ve done, you are here. just that simple fact must prove to you that are a good man.”

[northpolebear]

Hello! You've been visited by Darth Vader himself. He wants you to know that your cuteness and kind words have given him hope to turn back to the lightside. ;v; i absolutely adore your blog and the fact that you've been spreading positivity in the RPC. You are incredible and I love you and Mr Polar Bear!!!

if only the Jedi had known that the power of the dark side could be defeated by a furry little bear, the Empire would have ruled for a much shorter length of time, hmm? thank you to you and to Vader for this! I hope you’re having an awesome day!

[burnedpower]

                                        @icarusith​ asked:                       " What are you doing with that? "

dangerous sentence prompts || accepting!

padmé amidala was strong. strong enough to lead, to be a person of influence. though her role had changed, her passion had not. in fact, it could be said that she was even more driven. for while her heart may have been broken, her spirit had not. she was a person of influence in the rebel alliance, going by the name of AMELIA SKIER. it was safer, perhaps, for her to stay hidden. to stay dead. but the thought of her children growing up in a world with the empire was HORRIFYING, and not something that she wanted for them. especially considering one of the most influential characters on their side was their father. padmé therefore, had devoted herself to this position, leaving them in HIDING. where they were safer.

at times, it seemed like a pointless task. men, women, children looked up to them, but their numbers were drastically decreeing. but; hope. there were plans; plans for bases for the empire’s fleets, how many soldiers and which planets they were overthrowing next. there was information on the rebels. and they needed it, to gain the UPPER HAND - the edge. trouble was, it was a sneaky task. and not a lot of people were GOOD at that kind of thing.

padmé had volunteered. the likelihood that darth vader was going to be aboard was very low, and she was capable and well rehearsed in such missions; as seen by her willingness to participate in the clone wars. gaining access was no issue. her ability to stay undetected? perfected. it was only when she held the plans in her grasp, stuffing them into her bag, that she heard the voice. one that sent shivers down her spine; one that not only paralysed her with fear but also made her head race; her heart practically POUNDING out of her chest.

not good.

she arose her hands in surrender, eyes dropping to the bag on the ground beneath her, and she slowly looked up. he was behind her, while she was crouched down. he didn’t know who she was yet. she could get out of this still. she could get out of this. she couldn’t get out of this.

the likelihood had been low. very low. yet fate still had brought them together.

“stealing it.” her words came out almost -- broken. but she regathered herself quickly; determined. think about your children. you must survive, if not for yourself, but for them. slowly, she arose, leaving the bag discarded in the ground. and then she moved, lowering her arms as she turned to him, a hand coincidentally ending up naturally next to her weapon, which was holstered on her belt.

“it is you. anakin.”

even as she spoke his name, those emotions pressed in her mind to RETURN, to fill her up with heartbreak and the memory of what was once joy. but she ATTEMPTED to not allow it to reach the logical side of her mind. because - she knew him. his lure to react INSTINCTIVELY... was not something that she wanted to get caught up in. she needed to focus.

“you’re here.”

[egilsdottir]

icarusith replied to your post: .

Wut? That’s what I always start with. I build my OCs from their dick up. ( Ahahaha get it??? Dick??? Up??? ). GoodBYE.

OH MY GOD