#aldereign

[imetireal]

🍒 + aldereign !

send  me  🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them.

@aldereign + wow, we've known each other for such a long time. i know we had a rough start due to bafoonery but i'm so glad we have each other again. i'm honestly so proud of you. to see you grow and become a freaking doctor! how cool is that!? doctor mara in the house! you're such a good friend, so sweet, nurturing and just the best bundle of joy in this god forsaken rpc. you will always be in my corner. everytime i see leia on star wars i immediately think of you and only you. that's legit you. you're leia skywalker organa and nothing will change that. from your writing to your sense of humor, you're just a staple of love. i love you sm and keep up the good work. you are gonna ace your exam and absolutely eat as a doctor.

[aldereign]

❝    but  that’s  my  job.    ❞       she’d had  extensive training    in both the theory and the more    practical aspects of politics,         she’d grown up in the     𝑟𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙   ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒   of   alderaan,      [    learning it so well that     𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜     she was already representing her father in the imperial senate   ]    without her expertise,     this whole thing could easily collapse  .  .  .    a few more months,   [  𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡𝘩𝑠  ]     &    she’d make it all up to han then. 

THE   GUILT   FADED,     BUT  THE  LONELINESS  REMAINED.           

MARA'S   BELOVED LEIA   ORGANA.     ♡      back from the dead!    credit,

[supurman]

❝ er well... it was just suggestion. ❞ and clark though lois was fiery. this wasn't the kryptonians first time venturing space in a spaceship, but it was his first time heading straight through a space-pirate sector of this systems quadrant. who knew what might happen. taking a detour around this for safety would take too long to get to where they needed to go. yet, clark still tried to usher that idea to leia ... ❝ i just dont want you getting hurt. or blown up. ❞ clark fears even if this ship blew up and leia was int he cold expanse that chihuahua like demeanor would keep her impervious.

@aldereign liked. / sc

[darkmeld]

thick shoulder length hair always left untamed. reflecting back on the days of the jedi academy where jaina never took the time to twist and tangle it into the style that her beloved mother was ever so known for. in truth, there was so much the princess ( turned general ) was known for.

could jaina ever really fulfill leia's shoes?

that was the million dollar question these days. it was their duty to keep the new republic safe and out of harms way. to prevent the return of a galactic empire. to prevent the need for another rebellion. the task fell on the shoulders of the organa - solo family. with that, came burden and loss. loss of time together growing up. a burden that any decision can impact the entire galaxy.

to say this didn't weigh heavy on her mind would be a lie.

she remembers her mother doing her hair as a child. still ever so wiggly and impatient for it to be over but in this moment, jaina tried to give grace. give her mother this moment to take care of her as if she were a kid once again.

" okay, okay, okay. " tense shoulders try and relax as legs cross over one another, sitting before her mother. jaina twittles her thumbs, impatient but calm, " you're not giving me buns, right? "

@aldereign : ❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

[fairsun]

juliet can't help but gaze out of the window of the ship.   she's never left verona before, with her parents' overprotective nature, and thus has never thought she would see the beauty of space herself.   there's a disturbed part of her that wants to scream, to release all of her longing and see if anyone could hear her, despite knowing that no one would   “   it's oh so quiet,   ”   she muses, looking over at  @aldereign,  bewilderment clear across her features.   “   it's oh so  still.   ”   she realizes how naive she must sound and shakes her head.   “   you know, i'm not sure what assistance i could offer you, princess.   but i suppose i have a good radio voice, so there's that.   ”

[letmecooknow]

@aldereign

             "be     honest,     is     it     just     the     galaxy     you’ve     got     wrapped     around     your     finger,     or     can     i     get     in     line     too?"

[enchaentd]

@aldereign submitted: my beautiful daughter you are so precious to me

unprompted asks, always accepting!  ˎˊ˗

       it’s a bad night.   another one.   which means allie posted up by the window,   at all hours of the night.   watching.   like she’d know what to do if she sees anything.   this time,   she brought a blanket.   somehow,   even though the deep window sill is cold and hard,   it’s still more comfortable here than her bed.   she counts the stars over and over.   makes sure none of them are blinking like a ship would.   next time,   she’ll pay better attention in the meetings,   listen for the ship names.   it’s so scary out here,   she feels like she knows nothing.   she crossed the threshold to real,   actual adult years ago.   but out here,   in the night,   with only the stars to see her.   she feels so small.

        she’s feels even smaller when her mom finds her,   tucked up and shameful.   of course she knows.   allie had spent the last bad night with her,   and it had just happened.   her mom needed her rest,   she didn’t.   allie can feel herself swirling and spiraling anyway,   past saving,   drowning.   she didn’t need to get pulled into that.   allie didn’t deserve her.   but when she looks at her like that,   warm and mom and beloved,   she doesn’t run.   amongst her hushed,   soft reassurances,   a spill of tenderness,   allie tucks into her,   on the window sill,   not so much rolled up.   “ why does it have to be like this? ”   she pushes out,   two hands,   a half-sob.   “ we’re good people,   we just want to help,   why do we have to- why does it have to hurt so much? ”

[nancyrelocated]

🔎 —   @aldereign​​   |     ❝ I'VE ALWAYS BEEN PARTIAL TO TREASURE HUNTS, Y'KNOW.   ❞ the detective stands over a digital map, fingers swiping over the blue - and - black screen. with every swipe is a small beeping noise, steady as a pulse. the map displays a vast terrain, detail-less for the moment, with a few ridges and notches to demonstrate landscape changes. the woman continues, her voice low to the ground, I've always been good at finding things, too.... and she allows a few beats of silence to pass by. after surveying the entire map, she turns around to face the other, arms crossing over her chest. in a way, she is holding the woman hostage. in another, the roles are reversed. ❝ but it's not a treasure hunt if i don't know what i'm looking for, Miss... your highness.   ❞ the detective bites her tongue, rolls her shoulders away.

THE WOMAN STANDS STILL AS STONE. her eyes settle past Nancy and onto the map behind her, then back again. from where she stands, the detective thinks she sees a bit of a smile playing on the woman's mouth, a slight appleing of her cheeks. ❝ you're missing something. or someone. i was told you wanted a retrieval of sorts, but again -- vague.   ❞ in truth, she had been told very little of this case. the documents had arrived in a single letter envelope, neatly stamped and sent to her doorstep.

its contents were a single line. ❝ 's starting to just feel like a ploy to get me here ( ... ) it's worked. i'm a sucker for anticipation.  ❞ the detective begins her preparation: hands disappear in her bag and produce a notepad and pen, black ink hitting white paper. ❝ THE SUSPENSE IS STARTING TO KILL ME, THOUGH...   ❞ // from where she stands, the woman responds quick and in kind: ❝ i thought you might say that . ❞

the detective takes a secondary pause and nods her head. ❝ can you blame me ? it's not every day i'm summoned via a single - line letter. much less accept a case with such little detail. would you rather i'd declined, ma'am ?   ❞

[spectrefive]

❝ does it get easier? ❞ silence. the weight of an entire galaxy stretched out in the pause. ❝ knowing you have to lead, knowing you have to prepare to be something greater? ❞

@aldereign, ♡'d.

[forcehid]

@aldereign LIKED FOR A THING.

he lingers before his aunt, rocking back and forth on his heels as he considers just how he might pose the question — surely whatever she was off to do was bound to be important — it often was, but he could be quiet, if he worked at it. and he had finished his lessons for the day, and he wanted nothing more then to be moving. to visit wherever she was heading even if he needed to be still, and could only observe. observing would be enough to occupy him ( but he was just a kid, and who knew if he would even be allowed to - he had not even made his lightsaber yet, he was not even a padawan yet. and who knew if…. if he would ever be ) even with his father’s and his mother’s help. who knew if he could ever feel anything but as if his very being was shying away from it. his uncle han wasn’t force sensitive and he was important, he had belonged in their family just fine, and he was a hero, he had been a hero, and there was nothing wrong with it. he knew there was nothing wrong with it. but it was expected of him, as his father and mother’s only child. and …. he didn’t want to disappoint them.

his aunt leia had not been too bothered in watching him before for his parents, and he was sure it would be fine if he went with her now, if he could — if he wouldn’t be put in danger in doing so. it would be fine, why wouldn’t it be ? “ can i come with you ? “ a little furrow forming in between the boy’s brows as wide blue eyes stare pleadingly up at his aunt, “ please, auntie leia ? i can stay quiet, if you need me to. and I can help with the little things, I promise, “ even if he couldn’t serve as her co pilot yet, he could do some things if she agreed to take him with her to make having him there a bit easier, “ mom and dad are busy, “ he started, “ and nanna plays the same old games with me, and they’re little kid games. i’ve already beaten them, more then once, and I’ve already done my homework. “ and he was plainly bored.

[desafia]

@aldereign | s.c. 🌼

sometimes when she sleeps she swears she feels echoes of her past beneath her skin. a phantom reverberates in her skull mimicking the constant electronic buzz inside the walls of the facility which had held her for so many years...people are like that too. when their minds grow still enough to wander, or race so much that the thoughts echoing out from behind their eyes come in chaotic waves, magnolia can feel the pulses of old habits or fears, suppressed memories which shadow the past attempting to creep up again. she feels one of those set of waves now. they come in and out, lapping at the edges of magnolia's conciousness. she utilizes her communicator to speak for her, brow crinkling ❛ is something....heavy on your mind? ❜

[supurman]

💬 + you are afraid of leia organa :)

❝ afraid of ? no. intimidated ...  ?   perhaps ... ❞

→ 💬+ rumor ...

[diam1nd]

@aldereign sc / ♡ " i'm no good for shooting, but if you need me to stop a ship from leaving i'm your girl ." the blonde taps her temple in hint of being marked by the force. nevermind her own strength of reading & controlling minds. they have a right to keep watch on emma, despite being new her reputation dabbled within the empire for a brief time. with her arms restrained behind her back, the shock of the electricity managed to distract her mind just enough to prevent her telepathic control from dominating the entire fleet. she's omega, capable of controlling armies and celestial gods. emma was far from comfortable, despite her friendly offering for her skills for use.

[ragedagainst]

@aldereign : i envy you. lucky you.

' i envy you. ' jyn pauses, fingers stilling on her datapad. blinks. it's not something she ever expects to hear, let alone from leia organa. for fuck's sake, the bloody death star destroyed her home planet for no reason other than a show of power. her father's galen erso's fucking machine -- jyn's blood, jyn's family, as much as she'd rather not admit it. ( and now that she's the last remaining erso alive, it falls on her to shoulder some of that weight. ) what she expects from the princess is the cold shoulder, dirty looks or sneers in the hallway -- hell, she'd even take a punch without fighting back if that makes her feel better. but not this. not telling her that she's jealous of her. that jyn's lucky.

finally, she dares to look up at the other woman, her brows narrowing in confusion -- suspicion, even. the only lucky thing about her right now is the fact that she hadn't died on the beach ( and that's pushing it ). private as jyn may be about her life, the princess's got high enough access levels to read what's redacted -- it's not pretty. while she's under no assumption that organa's had it easy, why she's envious of jyn's life, of all fucking people, is a mystery to her. this must be some kind of -- some political manipulation or whatever the fuck politician's do to mess with people's minds, because it just doesn't make sense.

" lucky me, " jyn repeats tartly, crossing her arms over her chest. it's all she can think of in response, her words sour and biting. " jealousy's not a good look on you, princess. "

[belasso]

you'll never walk alone - marcus mumford featuring @aldereign

" walk on with hope in your heart, and you'll never walk alone. "

[hoovedrcyal]

@aldereign liked for a smoll thing .

❛ Thank you for your.. hospitality. I am.. surpised by the way. ❜ Regulus says. The not so human stared at the other royal. He made a curtsey. He was in Batuu. It was far from the Cervid homeworld. He was homesick, but that’s not the case why he ran away. He had a mission. ❛ I cannot touch you though, though I hope you understand. ❜ All he can do is curtsey and stay a respectful distance away from the princess.