#greysistance

[grcyrebcl]

“ come on, quickly! get up! we need to move! ”

before the fall:    battle prompts. || @graysistance

Smoke and dust clouded over the cloaked figure, the sound of blasters firing through the air still ringing in her Montrals---an all too familiar sound that matched the heavy rumble of boots marching across the ground. Not clones, but troopers. One of the cavern boulders crumbled to the ground, spraying more dirt and debris, but also providing a momentary cover.

It was only then that she felt another presence, heard a voice calling towards her as she re-gathered her senses. She could feel blood oozing from her brow and forced herself to blink her surroundings back into focus.

A young woman with dark, chestnut hair and mute robes appeared beside her. She placed a gentle hand over Ahsoka's side, her dark eyes gazing sharply in the direction of the gathering troop forces. Ahsoka knew the girl was right, there was no time to waste and they needed to move.

She urged her feet onward, briefly catching a glimpse of morai flying ahead---a guiding light through the cavern. ❝ That way. ❞ Ahsoka rasped, wincing at the dryness in her own voice. ❝ We must hurry. ❞

They raced after her winged friend, and Ahsoka took the moment to raise her hand, painted brow knitting in brief concentration. More boulders crumbled down, effectively cutting off the route they fled from the troopers--it would hold for now as they weaved their way out. Her body ached, and she knew she was still wounded but she couldn't afford to be caught now.

She sensed light further ahead, could hear Morai screech in confirmation. Through the fissure, she smelled moss and other means of vegetation. Bursting through, she was grateful to the grass that greeted the heel of her boot. Groaning, she leaned on a nearby wall of rock to catch her breath. She did not know who this young woman was but--all the same, she was grateful.

❝ Thank you... ❞

[capeheir]

     ❝ SO YOU’RE THE girl everyone’s been makin’ a big fuss over. ❞ Eyes travel longways, appreciative if not slightly judgmental. ❝ You’re a scrawny little thing, ain’t you? Guess that’s to be expected from living in the desert all by your lonesome. ❞ A flash of her father’s smile, all lanceted charm. ❝ Lieutenant Ashara Calrissian at your service. ❞

@greysistance

[oncclost-blog]

when  you  chillin’  in  the  vents  watching  @greysistance  and  @corruptlegacy  bone.

a  girl’s  gotta’  have  hobbies.

[smugglerson-a]

@greysistance replied to your post: note 2 self: if ur intending on having a quiet...

if sb wants to know my favorite text post its now this one

can i put that on my resume or

[amidalaheir]

Callout to @greysistance for having beautifully written smut and it gets me and Pads all riled up because it’s amazing and you’re just well “DON’T LOOK MY ASS”

[graylit]

i love you and i love rey and i love everyone in this bar.

ME  SOBBING  INTO  MY  TEA,  SAME.

[killthebxy-archive]

@greysistance replied to your post

i love you. all of you. i truly am sorry.

shhhh what are you being sorry about, even? for having a bad day and making a bad decision? we all do, we’re all the same bunch of losers crying over our books/show/movies/lore sons and daughters. we love you and we will be here once you’re ready to kick ass again ❤

[spacepiratemaz-blog]

Wanna rp ? :-)

[monstrousmade]

          it’s the soft sun of chandrila , memory turned solid as a young boy finds his feet planted firmly on the ground. there’s no explanation, no future to count back from. there’s only this. the air in his lungs ( a part of him registers that it doesn’t feel like ash -- but why should it ? ) is fresh and in it, he can feel every molecule of life inside his unblemished body.

         ben solo, no voice in his head, no fear in his soul. a smile. worn as a badge of courage or maybe hope. it’s all so foreign, though he can’t quite place why. life stretches out before him, wondrous and rich. barefoot feet begin to move from under him, the boy running through the soft dewy grass of morning. free. the smile grows. and alive. blood rushes to his cheeks, flushed and giddy and full of possibility. he remembers a long forgotten memory, his mother’s proud, joyous eyes. the run becomes something else, hands out before him, body turning and this soft, beauteous turns upside down. a cartwheel. just like his mother taught him. but as the ground realigns itself, the boy tumbles. falls. for a moment, so brief and so infinitive, there’s a familiar pull inside of him. failure. shame. a child in a mask.

         but the sun is still shinning and the earth that catches his fall is soft. he blinks, eyes reflecting only the bluest sky and that moment, as deep as it went, is gone. forgotten. ( if only it was that easy. ) the boy sits up. he blinks. he breaths. beneath his fingertips, each blade of grass seems to hum with life. the force.

         the past exists in muffled waves behind him, the future wiped clean. all that truly exists in this moment is the present. the boy. the sun. the force. and in this state, so balanced and light, he laughs.

         he laughs because there is no reason not to.

         he laughs because he can.

@greysistance​

[didntturn]

♡ + padme .

HEADCANONS !!    

               one of luke’s dearest wishes is that he could have had the chance to meet his mother. his earliest memories of motherhood had been of his aunt beru, but once he had learned & understood at a young age that she was not, in fact, his birth mother, the illusion had vanished. he had spent a great deal of time during his childhood constructing pictures & images & ideas of what his mother had been like. his aunt beru & uncle owen had never told him anything about her. other than the fact that they had met her only once, & that she had died. 

     his question to leia, if she remembered her birth mother, had been a hopeful one. if she remembered their mother’s name, or how she looked, luke was sure he could find some information on her. but leia hadn’t known much more than him. 

     it wasn’t until a few months after the battle of endor that he thought to ask ben’s ghost about his mother. as soon as he thought to, it seemed silly to him that he hadn’t before -- but the last five years had been so hectic & so rushed, it had never occurred to him to ask ben if he knew of his & leia’s mother. 

     ben’s answer had been cryptic, to luke’s disappointment. 

     at that point, luke had done something he hadn’t dared to do since endor. he meditated & reached out to his father’s spirit in the force -- after making contact with anakin’s force ghost, luke practically begged him for his mother’s name. anakin gave it to him. padmé naberrie amidala. 

     after that luke spent endless hours in the senate’s archives, looking up every holo of her speeches he could find, reading through every single mention of her in every bill, in every memo. he told leia, & they took up the research together -- leia had heard of senator amidala, of course, during her days in the imperial senate, but now there was a renewed interest. 

     there are quite a few issues of galactic importance which take up his time & attention for a long while after endor, mostly having to do with the formation of the new republic, but as soon as he finds a few weeks’ leave, he travels to naboo in order to see his mother’s homeworld. 

     he spends a great deal of time at his mother’s grave. he visits there every day he’s on naboo. sometimes he spends his time meditating, sometimes he just sits there twirling a flower through his fingers & staring at the place where was was laid. he gets a tour of the royal palace, due to his status, & spends an inordinate amount of time staring at the stained glass pieces depicting his mother & her reign. he doesn’t tell anyone that he’s her son. 

     that is, he doesn’t tell anyone until his second visit to naboo. on that visit, about a year after his first one, he goes to the lake country to find the naberrie family. he reveals himself to them, expressing a desire to know his mother’s side of the family & a desire to learn more about her. after some suspicion & disbelief on the part of more extended relatives, he’s immediately recognized by his mother’s sister, sola. 

     they welcome him & give him a place to stay, & all the information on padmé he could possibly want. 

     he makes a point to visit naboo as often as he can, though with his schedule & responsibilities, it’s never as often as he would like. 

[gulldrengur]

greysistance PLEASE, WRITE A BOOK.

[astramessiah]

     ❝ YOU ARE TROUBLED. ❞ How easy she is to sense, the shuddering cosmos of her Force signature like a lighthouse against the dark waves of his own. Similar to his son, she wavers in the Darkness. Less a Sith than a woman willing to do whatever it takes to survive. ❝ Come, walk with me. ❞

@greysistance

[tornedits]

REY   +    aesthetic        /        @greysistance   !!

[savedlight]

sits on his lap while he's trying to pilot, shooing the porgs that'd taken up residence there as she does.

         EYES  ARE  SET  ON  THE  STARS      until she arrives, effectively drawing his attention to her. they had boosted their numbers since crait, even found a rebellion - era base on yavin to hold them all. the first order, though momentarily victorious, was now LEADERLESS ( no thanks to the former knight and the grey jedi ) and many grasping for the spot where snoke once sat.  

            but it doesn’t really matter right now, does it? a hand moves from the dash to wrap around rey, the other piloting without much trouble at all.  if anything, ben was glad she was here, despite chewie yelling at him for distracted piloting.  “ hey, sweetheart.” it’s muttered into her hair before ben presses a kiss to her forehead, thumb rubbing gentle, lazy circles into her hip. “ any news? “  /  @greysistance.

[smugglerson-a]

@greysistance replied to your post: star wars: the last jedi where everything is the...

g e t o u t

no, stop, you’re still holding on...l e t  g o.....

[amidalaheir]

@greysistance:

#nsfw /#DONT............ look

Well DAMMIT NOW I WANNA LOOK!