𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄

hello    friends    and    fiends    !    my    name    is    dolly,    i’m    twenty    years    old,    and    my    pronouns    are   she/her.    i’m    an    aspiring    teacher    taking    a    gap    year,    i    work    a    part    time    job,    and    i    do    a    lot    of    professional    writing    outside    of    tumblr.    thanks    to    my    busy    schedule,    my    activity    will    be    sporadic,    and    based    solely    on    my    muse.    i    also    have    my    multimuse,    and    my    other    singular    star    wars    blogs,    so    there’s    a    real    emphasis    in    regards    to    my    timing...    i’m    even    on    rp    twitter. ( don’t    worry—    some    of    them    will    eventually    go    back    to    their    homes ).   Oh !    and    my    timezone    is    pacific    standard    time.

𝑇𝑂 𝐷𝑂 𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇 / 𝐻𝑂𝐿𝑂𝐶𝐴𝐿 ——

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𝐼𝑀𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇𝐴𝑁𝑇 𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐾𝑆 ——

𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘——  Hello my good friends, I just wanted to pop in and have a little discussion with you all about my life at the moment, and my future in the rpc. As you all know, I am a full time student, I work a job part time, I run a handful of blogs, and my mental health is always on a spiral. Without getting into the gritty details, I’m a busy person. Come this fall, I’ll be starting my most difficult quarter pertaining to my degree thus far, my weekends will be dedicated to raking in money wherever possible, and my free time will mostly be used to rest. After avoiding, denying this thought for several months, I’ve come to the inevitable decision to make a multi-muse. The idea of it has always been on the back burner, mostly due to clashing aesthetics, and the fact that some muses are horror based, and some are more elegant and fair-hearted. I also have a bit of a habit of creating blogs and spending money on commissions before thinking it through, and often times the demand for that muse is so low, it flops.

In order to save myself so much trouble from this, for my my partners to be able to keep up with me no matter what fandom I’m dabbling in that day, to make sure my drafts don’t get buried, and that I’m able to keep up in the rpc, I’ll be slowly working on creating this multi-muse to move every single muse of mine for the time being. Some muses will be permanently moved there (new muses I’m introducing), and some will be there for the season (star wars muses). Muses may move back to their original blogs just depending on what my life is at the moment, and although I don’t plan on this being a permanent thing for all of my girls, I highly encourage you follow the blog once I throw up the name! I just need to do this in order for me to get my shit together and stay sane.

It’ll take a while for this to be up and running, my lovely friend @pistollips​ / @666psds​ is doing the graphics for me, so I highly encourage you check her work out! She’s a kind soul. Until this happens though, I’ll still be on my blogs, writing away wherever possible. So, stay tuned for some news on this; I’ll be sure to keep you all updated whenever I can as the summer comes to a close.

“Alright, first rule, you never aim a blaster unless you intend to fire it. Understand?” Sabé said seriously, as she knelt down at Leia’s level, she would not let anyone get hurt because she taught Leia improperly. Besides, blaster safety was important.

“Now, it’s heavier than it looks, so be careful.” Sabé said, putting the blaster in Leia’s hands.

“Now stand with your feet shoulders width apart, back straight, shoulders relaxed.”

Standing   tall   and   straight   as   though   it   made   any   difference   to   her   stature,   Leia   quickly   and   obediently   nodded   as   the   woman   explained   the   first   rules   of   blaster   use.   Safety   was   everything,   this   much   she   knew.   She’d   been   taught   all   her   life   about   how   valuable   her   life   was,   how   it   must   be   protected,   and   that   she   must   be   willing   to   do   the   same   for   others   when   it   came   to   defense;   how   would   such   lessons   be   complete   without   her   very   own   form   of   protection?   Even   if   she   couldn’t   have   her   own   [blaster]   yet.   Though   she’d   listened   to   the   woman’s   words,   her   hands   were   significantly   weighed   down   by   the   cold   but   shiny   weapon   laid   in   her   tiny   hands.   Mouth   opening   in   an   ‘o’   shape,   she   was   in   total   awe   of   the   great   prize   laid   before   her,   it   was   clear   by   the   expression   on   her   face.

     Ben did not like the thought of the children being stopped by them, but it was the way of life on this planet. He would rather keep a closer eye on them next time. Not to have them go off too far to where he couldn’t see them. True, he could sense them, but they were not in fear. They were curious, so he figured they were safe at that time. He would have to do better at keeping them away from trouble. He didn’t need them to show proof to who they were, where they actually came from.

    The Force was in the two, it would only be time when they show signs of it.

     His fingers continued to run through her hair, trying to push such worrisome feelings aside. It was not good to dwell on them anyway. Old Jedi teachings shall never really leave him, for they do help outside being a Jedi.

    “ You are rather bright for you age, Leia, ” lips curled into a smile. She was just like her parents. The curiosity of her mother, and the stubbornness of her father. A mix that was deadly, but also good to have, “ Some bad people can tell the truth. It is just hard to find out who those are, ” Ben poked her stomach playfully, “ We must take a leap with our gut. What did your gut tell you in that moment? ” might as well turn this into a teaching moment.

It’s   not   that   Ben   was   incapable.   He’d   been   given   the   impossible   task   of   raising   teaching   Anakin,   and   he’d   done   the   very   best   he   could.   Now   he’d   been   unexpectedly   thrown   that   same   man’s   offspring   to   attempt   to   care   for.   To   make   matters   worse,   they   were   twins.   A   boy,   and   girl,   both   so   different   from   each   other,   but   oh   how   they   were   very   much   their   mother   and   father’s   children.

It   had   been   by   luck   that   Hutt’s   people   were   feeling   genuinely   generous   that   day   otherwise   it   was   quite   likely   that   Leia   would’ve   mouthed   off   to   them   and   gotten   both   her   and   her   brother   kidnapped   as   a   lesson.

    A low sound, a soft rumble ripped through his throat as he approached the princess. It was a sound of concern, not very happy to see her in such a state. She was stressed, and that wasn’t a good state to be in. Or, maybe, it wasn’t stress. Maybe it was something else.

    Either way, Chewie made the sound once more. A hand was placed on her shoulder gently, head lowered, and again, the concerning sound was made. Perhaps, just a little more saddening than the first time.

Although   physically   she   was   present,   sitting   there   on   the   lounge   seats   motionless,   mentally   her   mind   was   elsewhere.   Things   had   been   significantly   slower   around   the   resistance   base,   especially   now   that   Luke   was   gone   and   off   on   his   own   journey;   it   seemed   that   recently   it   had   been   the   one   thing   on   her   mind.   Just   as   she’d   gotten   use   to   the   idea   of   family   again,   the   feeling   of   having   a   brother   and   a   unique   sibling   bond   made   only   stronger   by   the   force,   he   was   gone   in   a   near   instant   and   she   was   left   to   herself   once   again,   constantly   worried   for   his   safety.   Admittedly,   it   had   been   much   easier   to   sleep   at   night   when   he   was   here   and   easier   to   look   after.   Now   that   he   was   in   the   outer   rim   all   on   his   own,   the   updates   were   less   frequent   and   her   worries   were   heightened.

He couldn’t ask for more than this, moments alone with her to just be. Be them, without expectations or titles or being on guard. If this is what life post-Empire was like, then he would take it all. No question. No one could have prepared him for what he would gain in this, saying he was in it for the money and nothing more those few years ago and now he emerged with a reward greater than any credit. Something priceless, someone priceless. The warmth between them was enough to shield and distract from the cool breeze flowing just beyond the window. Fingertips trailed along soft, porcelain skin gently as he admired her; a hand reached up, brushing strands of brown locks behind her ear to get a better look at her face. Those coffee colored eyes catching his gaze in a sultry look, it was enough to make him lose his train of though.

A light laugh escaped him when she spoke and he nodded some before rolling onto his back. Even like this there was still a teasing hint to her words, he didn’t mind at all because he knew the affection behind them now. “That’s alright, you don’t have to admit it. You’re here so, that’s proof enough”, he told her with a wink. 

Moving   with   him   once   his   back   flopped   onto   the   bed,   Leia’s   hand   rested   on   top   of   his   chest   while   she   faced   towards   him,   a   smile   playing   on   her   lips   once   she   heard   him.   She   didn’t   speak   a   word,   simply   because   he   was   right,   and   she   knew   it.   She’d   allow   him   to   have   this   win   for   once.   It   wasn’t   often   where   the   two   of   them   were   alone,   constantly   surrounded   by   their   own   troops   whom   they   led,   always   dodging   a   new   line   of   fire.   Even   if   they   were   on   a   mission   just   the   two   of   them,   there   was   often   not   enough   time   for   intimacy,   not   like   this.   Usually   these   moments   were   few   and   far   between.   Less   than   romantic,   the   two   would   catch   a   high   with   just   10   minutes   to   spare   if   they   were   so   lucky.   But   tonight?   Tonight   they   could   savor   the   time   they   shared,   breathless   words   and   gentle   touches   etched   into   their   minds   to   daydream   about   the   next   day   in   the   falcon.

Hey all! Just an update from yours truly. I’m going to try and get a few things done in the morning. It has been an incredibly stressful time lately. I’m having issues with my family, I had a health scare last night and was in the hospital, I started a new job, my bills are late, and I’m going through a manic episode with little money to spare and am trying to create something exciting rp wise.

I’ve felt all over the damn place, and quite frankly, frantic. I have loads of drafts on my other blogs as well as this one, yet I still have a project in the works. I haven’t forgotten about you all, I have so much muse but my brain has been elsewhere.

@hopescorned sent - [ praise ] your muse praising mine in bed.

It had just been them for awhile, no distractions and it made everything all the better. Time for themselves was what they had been missing, 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, even, and after an ordeal like they had been through it was a much needed bonding experience for them. Being tangled up with her was one of the best feelings for Han and it meant even more when he heard those words…

“𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦…𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦”

His arms wrapped more securely around her as he buried his face in her neck, leaving soft kisses. “𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙡, 𝙝𝙪𝙝?”, he asked with a smirk. 

Though   their   location   in   the   galaxy   was   ever   changing,   from   the   icy   snowy   hills   of   Hoth   to   the   humid   weathers   of   Yavin,   one   thing   that   always   remained   was   how   perfectly   and   completely   him   Han   was.   The   tips   of   his   fingers   had   a   rough   feel   to   them,   courtesy   of   the   wrenches   and   screwdrivers   from   repairing   the   falcon.   His   eyes,   so   full   of   life   but   always   looked   slightly   tired   thanks   to   always   being   the   last   one   awake   to   assure   their   safe   travels   throughout   the   milky   way.   His   lips   were   always   bitten   and   pink   thanks   to   the   kisses   Leia   laid   upon   them,   the   hair   on   his   head   a   tousled   mop   that   always   managed   to   be   soft,   and   his   skin   dampened   with   sweat   and   a   natural   musk   that   she   never   seemed   to   mind   after   the   intensity   of   their   private   moments.

     Anakin would be so proud of both of their children. Even now, so young, and yet so full of both of their parents. Leia looked much like her mother, but had her father’s personality. Seeing it was quite a sweet joy, and he was glad to see him here…in her. Perhaps, it burned in such a way, but Ben was glad that he decided to take the children in for himself.

     “ Jabba? ” hearing the young one spoke of the feared man, worry was quickly placed on relaxed features, “ My darling, what were you doing around his friends? You know what I told you- ” did she just say lightsaber? When did she find this? Where did she find it? Ben thought he hid that away so they wouldn’t find it. 

    Children. he should have known better. They can get into the most hidden things. It was quite the talent they had. Ben would have to go out when the children were occupied with a trusted person around here as a babysitter. He would then have to go find Anakin’s lightsaber quickly. That didn’t need to be in the wrong hands.

    “ There are many tales I wish to tell you, and those will have to be when you are a bit older to understand properly. Everything, I promise you, shall be explained. ”

❝        We   saw   them   collecting   water   again   when   we   were   chasing   the   doop   bugs       ❞   Leia   was   quick   to   say   as   she   saw   the   concern   on   his   face,   something   she   didn’t   fully   understand.   The   mind   of   a   child,   though   wonderful,   it   was   innocent.   There   was   so   much   she   had   yet   to   learn,   she’d   been   carefully   sheltered   her   whole   life,   it   was   for   good   reason   that   she’d   been   kept   so   far   away   from   neighboring   families.   Had   anyone   found   out   the   truth   of   who   these   children   were,   all   Obi-Wan   had   worked   for   would   be   lost;   for   now,   the   main   concern   was   keeping   the   twins   far   away   from   a   second   encounter.

Leading Leia over to the blaster, Sabé bent to pick it up, but then she saw Leia’s face. She looked so disappointed, she looked like her mother when she was disappointed.

And that Sabé couldn’t stand, sighing Sabé picked up the blaster and looked at her princess.

“Fine, I will show you how to properly handle a blaster. But, you can never tell anyone about this, especially your parents.”

@hopesscoundrel​ HAS SENT A TRANSMISSION : [ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them.

Gently   running   her   fingers   through   his   tousled   brunette   locks,   staring   down   at   him   while   he   rested   his   head   in   her   lap,   it   had   been   a   close   call   earlier   that   day   with   the   ewoks   until   Luke   and   3PO   created   a   bit   of   an   illusion   in   order   to   set   themselves   free   from   certain   death.   Here   they   were,   once   again   reunited   and   alone   at   last   sitting   in   one   of   the   bright   tree   huts   before   they’d   turn   in   for   the   night,   they   had   a   big   day   in   the   morning.   Although   everyone   else   had   hit   the   hay,   Leia   had   felt   herself   to   be   completely   restless,   especially   now   that   she   was   back   here   with   him.

“Leia,” she used the girl’s name now, tone deadly serious.

“This is not a toy, you can’t hold it because you are too little, besides, your mother and father wouldn’t approve.” Never mind that they wouldn’t approve of Sabé having the thing in the first place.

“Now, let’s get you back to your aunts before they know you are missing.”

Hearing her hushed comment, he retorted, “Yeah and you act like it..” He stepped to regain his footing, knocked slightly off balance when Leia shoulder checked him, watching her as she walked off, wondering why he dealt with this. With her.

 He followed her, lightly grabbing her arm and turning her to him, “Hey, you picked me for this run, remember? My mission, my rules, so unfortunately, General”, he said, since she wanted to pull rank, “I’m responsible for your safety.” He told her firmly, letting her arm go. Again, not in the mood to argue in here, a seedy market where under the table deals were conducted. Somewhere he wasn’t excited about bringing her, but she insisted. He calmed himself, not wanting to draw more attention to themselves. His face softened slightly as he looked at her. “So, I’m asking again. Wait on the ship, will you?”

This   hutt-spawn   sure   had   some   nerve.   Had   they   not   been   undercover,   she   would   have   smacked   the   back   of   his   head   by   now.   They   were   on   an   important   mission   in   Nar   Shaddaa,   hoping   to   make   an   underground   deal   involving   coaxium   to   bring   back   to   their   fleet.   She’d   only   been   here   once   before   with   Han,   and   although   he   knew   how   to   handle   this   environment   much   better   than   she   did,   she   still   insisted   on   coming   with   to   see   it   through   while   leading   the   way   in   a   cantina   that   she’d   never   even   been   to.

Eyebrows   furrowing   as   she   was   whipped   around   right   back   to   him,   she   had   a   look   of   both   anger   and   shock   on   her   face   as   he   dared   speak   down   to   her——   literally,   the   man   had   to   look   down   at   her   while   he   spoke.   Staring   up   at   him   while   he   spoke,   she   stayed   grounded   in   her   place   before   finally   ripping   her   arm   away   from   him   even   after   he   carefully   let   her   go,   almost   as   if   she   wanted   to   physically   get   the   last   ‘word’.