#capsicleized

I know literally nothing about Darth Maul except that he was confusing for small sarah’s nascent sexuality (star wars was an epic of confusingly hot aliens watching the prequels at thirteen was probably a mistake)

bUT I love Breha Organa to an unholy degree and I would love to talk about her some more:

In another world, another life, where she was not so directly in line for the queenship, she was a school teacher. Her students loved her, for he way her hands moved when she spoke, and how she saw them as individuals, unique. (In every world, no one ever questioned how much Breha Organa deserved children.)

Once, when she was all of nineteen, she was arrested during a protest of the teacher’s union. Her family exerted its influence and had her quietly released, the event quietly expunged from her record. (Future queens could not be arrested asking for a living wage for their people, what was she thinking? She’d let her father steer her from the Halls of Justice, her ears burning with humiliation and shaking with the unfairness of it all.)

She had her revenge when they appointed her Secretary of Education, and she wrote the wage increase into law. Loudly, and with much fanfare.

Her marriage to Bail was not exactly arranged so much as it was strongly encouraged, their families having agreed that the two would make an excellent match—but she hadn’t expected to like him as much as she did.

She had actually found him crushingly boring, at first. It took a while to peel back the gracious, concerned political mask he wore like a second skin (no one looks the flower but is the serpent under it quite like Bail Organa.)

If pressed, she would admit she agreed to marry him because he leaned over during a performance of traditional Alderaanian opera and whispered “look at the minister of finance” (the minister of finance was sleeping with his face buried in the red-faced minister of the interior’s  cleavage, and Breha had to bite down savagely on her knuckle to keep from laughing.

(Loving him came later, but when it arrived, it was good. A sure and loyal pillar, that Breha leaned on all her life.)

The day she was crowned Queen of Alderaan was one of the longest and most dull days of her then-young life. She did not enjoy her coronation at all; her shoes had pinched. Everyone she danced with had sweaty palms, except for Bail.

She wanted children (child, just one, she would take just one, she wasn’t greedy) so badly that it crushed her sometimes. In the privacy of her rooms she still lit a candle for every child she had almost-had, whether they breathed or not.

There had been a good few years in there when she had been sure she lost Bail’s love entirely—she was lost in depression, every atom of her screaming for a child, this one thing he could not give her, not without grief.

He was always away, the demands of the Senate, the demands of the war, the demands of—

And they fought, whenever he returned. Bloody verbal flayings, that left her reeling and limping for days, alone alone alone. It was a dark time.

Though she would go to the grave before admitting it, she had been sure that Bail was having an affair with Senator Amidala. The prospect of the affair did not bother her so much as the fact that he didn’t tell her. (She prized his honesty more than his fidelity, always.)

“Let Riko be King,“ Kevin said, with the exaggerated enunciation of the thoroughly sloshed. “Most coveted, most protected. He’ll sacrifice every piece he has to protect his throne. Whatever. Me?” Kevin gestured again, meaning to indicate himself but too drunk to get his hand higher than his waist. “I’m going to be the deadliest piece on the board.”

Ai, we’re gonna have to hang out and talk about the EU because I know literally nothing about it but it would be fascinating to hear!

OH BUDDY IF ONLY YOU KNEW

I mean tbh I read most of it in middle school and I was never as into like the New Jedi Order the way my sister was, but it’s so cozy the same way A New Hope is.

Remind me to play Ashokan Farewell on my violin for you sometime

this is illegal because I have been trained since childhood to cry while it plays

weLL MY FAVORITE OC’S I’ve created for this are aké, aphera, reia, & zenée (i have 4 more but idk i’m iffy on all of them). but bc i don’t like the graphics i made i have their descriptions and backstories under the cut (and their style of dress bc the naboo queens are known for it ok it’s a very important marker in all of their identities both as a whole group of women and as individuals bc in both cases it sets them apart from the rest & anyone who doesn’t like it can fight me)