my, my

CHARACTERS SO FAR. 

OBI WAN KENOBI.   BASED ON THE KENOBI SERIES. 

ANAKIN SKYWALKER.    HEADCANON BASED. 

KRASIN ANDATA.     STAR WARS ORIGINAL CHARACTER.  

THOR ODINSON.      BASED ON MARVEL COMICS. 

JOHNNY STORM.     BASED ON MARVEL COMICS.

HERCULES.        DISNEY.  

KRISTOFF.           DISNEY. 

IAN MALCOLM.        JURASSIC PARK. 

DEREK SHEPHERD.    GREYS ANATOMY. 

MARK SLOAN.    GREYS ANATOMY. 

NATHAN SCOTT.   ONE TREE HILL. 

JAIME LANNISTER.       ONLY FOR ZOYA AND DEMETRIUS RN. 

PRIVATE LORE.

JONATHAN  MASONS.    ORIGINAL CHARACTER.

MERIDIAN.     ORIGINAL CHARACTER.

PRINCE ALEXIOS.       ORIGINAL CHARACTER

leia’s going to kill him.  the first thing he realizes when his hands are forcibly cuffed behind his back, the sudden fall to his knees. oh boy. han had promised her he’d try, really, to try and stay out of trouble. blasted empire, always ruining  his fun—what was supposed to be a joyride on the falcon with chewie is now an intergalactic incident. one that his politically gifted wife can only get him out of, as if leia doesn’t have headache after headache to manage. han’s all too familiar with the traitor in front of him, well versed in the political enemies of his family and friends. equally well versed in the insults thrown his way, that yes, while han solo may lack the golden education of all those around him, he is equally brilliant.  “a whole bunch of shit from a guy who couldn’t even pin me down without five troops.”  his sly grin captures the essence of failure, the empire should know not to mess with the two of them.  “yeah buddy? how do you think that’s going to play for you huh? —  seems like me and my wife always get out of things just fine. ”

a carrd has now been placed in my description : it carries over some very basic rules & etiquette. it was generously made by @aldereign while also incorporating language from @soloreign at this time, my muse list is still located under my description. i find this to be easiest.

going off of that — i really want this blog to be experimental & fun! if you have a character you’d think i’d be good at writing, i will gladly give them a shot — therefore consider my muse list to be very fluid. 

i typically favor plotted threads over anything else, and i only follow one portrayal of each character. for example, in writing leia & kenobi with mara, i don’t intend to follow any other leias (this does not have to be reciprocated, i just find it difficult to manage multiple threads with characters & favor writing relationships with those i know.) 

this is a space that welcomes any & all original characters. i’m serious! tumblr roleplay, in the years i’ve seen, has grown increasingly critical of original characters for quite frankly no reason. from star wars to superhero ocs, i am here to write with them in all capacities. please know you’re welcome to approach me about plotting with your original characters at any time. even for shipping purposes! 

all her life,  she is told she’s meant to be great.        delivered to the royal house of organa,   the daughter of two of the most brilliant people the world has ever seen.   a friend of family,   a beacon of hope in an otherwise dark world  —  the organa family is everything to her,   to the people of alderaan.   to people like ben.   [   she didn’t mean it.   a child so in love with the stars she wants to fly every ship that passes by leia forgets how thankful she should be until she’s almost taken from home never to return again.    she didn’t mean it.  she loves them.   she wants to go home.  ]    when she closes her eyes,   the panic spreads again,   the fear.  the child barely notices the skyrocket of her own heartbeat until he’s calming her down,  promising her that things will be okay.   a droid hums in her back pocket,   the world around her coming back into focus.    ❝  i knew you were alive,   i knew it.    i didn’t tell her a single thing.  i refused. ❞    

the flash of the blades so close to her face,    the screaming of her own voice so rough her vocal cords twinge at the thought.    the woman that stared her down.     

❝    you’re hurt —   i see the blood,     you don’t have to hide it from me.   ❞    she’s seen it before,    the people they’ve snuck into alderaan coming bloodied from battle.   leia stares at the bandage,    thinking of the bloodied soldiers she’s seen until the memory fades away.     [  ben is not a soldier killed in her wake,   ben did not die protecting her.  ]    her shaky breaths relax as she pulls at his hand,   not letting go.      

grief comes in waves,  but anger is ever present.   all consuming & never-ending,    she remembers each & every time she’s come so close to him again.   close encounters fated,   skirmishes almost purposefully rigged to avoid the presence of a once dearest friend.  

❝  you place blame on everyone but yourself.  ❞        it’s a statement so clean cut yet she sees the veins on his neck moments from bursting,   in another world leia herself would make the cut,   clean & bloody.  to save herself from talking to him.   he blames her for everything as if the crest on his chest isn’t the catalyst.   [  it’s funny.  how the wicked convince themselves of their supposed innocence.   ]  she barely notices the glistening of her eyes until her cheeks have turned red,  the faint coolness of a tear.    ❝  i protected millions.  i fought for peace,   even when you left.  ❞  

❝  what of that then?  have you ever thought of it again,  the way you left all those people behind you in your wake?  a trained spy turned into a weapon for the empire —  what peace have you brought? ❞          she doesn’t care,   leia has stood held back by darth vader himself as her home burned in front of her eyes,   she’s been chased by the empire since before she can remember.   she’s lost friend after friend after friend.  what of another then?   what of a coward too obsessed with saving his own skin he’s traded his friends?    she doesn’t care.   she may not be queen of alderaan,     but leia will always be the princess.   always the senator.        ❝  what would she think of you now?   you blame me for her death …  she wouldn’t even recognize you.   she’d hate you.    ❞