#sith leia organa

[emilianadarling]

Imperial High Prince Skywalker and Darth Amidala

Another early draft of cover art that caro and I have been working on since we finished posting ‘warrior’. <3 These two are only one part of the final cover, so I wanted to share a higher-quality version.

(Sidenote: I’m absolutely in love with the way Phil Noto draws these two. For reference, here are links to both originals.) 

[krquietness]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ↳ [ ɪᴍᴘᴇʀɪᴀʟ!ʟᴇɪᴀ sᴋʏᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ & ɪᴍᴘᴇʀɪᴀʟ!ʟᴜᴋᴇ sᴋʏᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ ᴀᴜ ]

sᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ sᴏᴜʟs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ... ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ʟᴜɴɢs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ ɪɴ.

[spell-cleaver]

Currently obsessed with the Force memory block from Eclipse... AU where Luke willingly agreed to have one placed, for some reason or other? (I may or may not be morbidly curious at all the ways it could fuck up his identity once the block gets removed)

Here we go!

Luke is trying to live a good life, working in a team with Han and Chewie, with no memory of what came before. But when a shadow stalks him and threatens all that he's built with them, he has to confront what exactly it was that he ran away from.

“You took a while getting here,” she observed. “Considering the implicit threat.”

“I didn’t get an implicit threat,” Luke said, ignoring the fact that somehow he’d known what was going to happen, the moment he sensed her blood-slick presence following him across the rooftops. His hands didn’t shake on his blasters. He was used to showdowns—just not showdowns quite this intense. “And I was being careful.”

She laughed under her breath. “You’re a reckless bastard,” she said. “You’ve never been careful a day in your life.” She sounded like Han, a comparison that briefly seemed so absurd that Luke had to huff a laugh himself. She raised her eyebrows but seemed… pleased… by the sound.

Her gaze flicked up and down him: his blasters, his castoff clothes from Han, his too-small boots that pinched his feet even as he stood there. “Look at you.” He didn’t appreciate her tone: it was half-sneer, half-tease. She had all the intimacy of a childhood bully. “A smuggler, scampering through Hutt Space. Is this what you chose?”

“I didn’t exactly have much of a choice,” he said carefully.

Her tone flattened into something as smooth and sharp as glass. “You had every choice.”

Read the rest on AO3!

[airlocksandaviaries]

D1. - Leia....sith/imperial Leia perhapse....

Your wish is my command! (just not in a timely manner 😬)

I hope you enjoy!!! I got a little carried away with the evil sith aesthetic hehe. I think it turned out great tho <333

[rhaenyratargeryen]

Like father, like daughter

[stealingpotatoes]

“Into the Luke-and-Leia-verse”...

Okay now I want more of this 🤣💕🥔

luckily for you i also want more so I'm using you as a very convincing excuse

(commission info // tip jar!)

[shutupcrime]

Some of you are too afraid to admit this but we all know Star Wars works best when it goes full soap opera

[gcballet]

original post [×]

(I think of the Jedi every time I see this long textpost circulate)

[vadersgrl]

father’s daughter

[darthkote]

🧡💥

[padmestrilogy]

padme, preserved

asia moe whittler / princess leia #2 (2015) / star wars battlefront ii screencap (2017) / darth vader #4 (2020) / 2009 star wars costume exhibit in australia

[emilianadarling]

New/Updated ‘Warrior’ Cover Art - Chapter 4: Family

At long last! This latest retroactive chapter cover art has taken me longer than I anticipated, mostly due to a persistent injury/ailment I’ve been grappling with over the past month since we posted the final chapter. (Though I did share an in-progress preview pic a little while back.) Mild expectation spoilers for that chapter ahead!

Technically, Chapter 4 was the second time I ever posted cover art alongside a chapter of ‘warrior’, though making the cover art chapter-specific didn’t come until later. At the time, I figured I’d make a new ‘warrior’ cover every few chapters for the fic writ large. That changed around Ch 6, and it’s been a neat process to go back and fill in the gaps, or to focus in on the actual chapter contents in a more zoomed-in way.  For comparison, here’s the original cover art posted with the chapter:

With the new/updated/chapter-specific cover art, I wanted to narrow in on what ended up being one of the most memorable/thematic scenes in that particular section of the story: the holocall with Han and Chewie in Leia’s chambers. (A scene that, perhaps interestingly, wasn’t in the original early 2/3 draft of the fic, but was instead added in because I NEEDED it to exist so bad before it felt like the story could proceed to its conclusion. 

Visually, Din is reduced to being seen through a screen -- much like he is in the chapter, when Luke spies in on him and Grogu by way of security footage, hearts in his eyes and utterly uncaring of the fact that Din wouldn’t appreciate the invasion of privacy. A Mandalorian conceptualized as tamed in some base sense -- but also, somehow, taming.

I honestly fucking love how the picture of the twins turned out. Both originals are drawn by Phil Noto, and holy fuck can that man draw these two in a way that just. SPEAKS TO ME. (Here are both originals.) In particular, it feels wonderful to be able to ‘see’ Leia from this universe; I’m so wildly grateful at the fantastic base art to work from. 

Thanks to @universeinorbit​ for their continued incredible beta skills (including ART beta skills, incredible job recolouring/resketching Leia’s clothes so that she’s consistent with how she’s dressed in the chapter), and to @lovey-dovey-and-sad​ for her great feedback during the cover art creation process. Big thanks also to all readers, commenters, and supporters of the story -- it truly means the world!

[darth-memes]

STAR WARS: EPISODE III - REVENGE OF THE SITH CAME OUT 19 YEARS AGO!!

[incorrectstarwarsquotess]

Anakin: We need to stop leaving the Younglings around the Jedi Elders. I asked Ahsoka how old she’s turning and she said, “if the Force allows me to see it, 7 in June.”

[pedroam-bang]

Star Wars Galaxy Of Adventures (2019)

[whayjhey]

excuse this silly drawing but— once upon a time i thought of a padme!survives au where she raises the twins in tatooine but she has no idea who vader is and it went a little something like this: Padmé eyed her five-year-old daughter from across the table. Leia was in a grumpier mood than usual, evidenced in the way she gripped her spoon tightly and the way she chomped on her breakfast like an angry Sarlaac. (Padmé was reminded of how her baby girl looked a lot like Anakin, especially when she was this way. Her heart clenched at the thought.)

"Leia," Padmé said when she was no longer able to take the silence. "Sweetie, what's wrong?" And where in the galaxy was Luke? Leia grumbled a reply, one that her mother could barely hear. "Use your words, sweetheart," Padmé chastised half-heartedly. "I said," Leia huffed, looking up finally, her brown eyes meeting its identical, yet older, counterpart. "Why didn't you tell me about Daddy?" The admission caught the former senator off-guard.

Padmé's brows furrowed, confused. "What do you mean, baby? Of course I've told you about Daddy." About one side of him, anyway. The one of the kind Jedi Knight, her handsome protector. Of her sweet husband, the love of her life. Of the man who was so excited to have a baby, but had fallen along with the demise of the Republic before he had gotten the chance to know that he was a father of two. "No, Mama," Leia argued. "I mean— why didn't you tell me Daddy was alive?"

Before Padmé got a chance to react, Luke bounded into their small dining area, hands clutching a piece of paper close to his chest. "Mama!" Luke exclaimed excitedly. "Look, I drew Daddy!"

He slammed the tiny piece of paper onto the table.

Padmé paled at what she saw.

She almost balked at the words "DADDY" scribbled in his childlike handwriting, underneath the sketch of the galaxy's most feared.

She took a deep breath after a moment of silence. "Luke," she whispered shakily. Her son had a smile so bright she didn't have the heart to warn him of the man — if Vader even was one? — on paper.

The Empire had little of its propaganda on the sand planet; how in the living Force was Luke able to conjure the image of Palpatine's right hand man? Worse, why was Luke suddenly calling him his father? It didn't make sense.

It was Leia who brought Padmé out of her state of shock. "It's not fair!" the little girl cried. "How come Luke gets to dream of Daddy but not me!"

Padmé was having a hard time comprehending. "You dreamt of him?" She asked Luke, who was still eyeing his work of art proudly.

"Yeah!" Luke nodded his head happily. "I dreamt of him, Mama! He had a big black suit and a glowy red sword and he said he was Daddy!"

"Luke," Padmé started again. Kriff, she didn't want to break his heart. "Are you sure, sweetie? It was only just a dream."

Dreams. Force forbid, Padmé had to deal with another one. The last important dream belonging to a certain someone ended up costing her her entire world.

"I'm sure, Mama," Luke said seriously. "He walked up to me and said, 'Luke, I am your father!' He was very tall! Do you think I can get to be as tall as Daddy, Mama?"

Padmé blinked once. Twice.

After everything she'd ever been through, she didn't think that she'd be caught off guard by anything anymore.

She didn't want to believe it. This was all simply a misunderstanding. Luke had been always wanting to meet his Daddy; maybe her baby boy was just projecting, his wishes manifesting itself in his dreams and imagination.

Not all visions by Force users turned out to be true; she was living proof of that.

Padmé watched as Luke continued to boast about his encounter with his supposed father, Leia pouting in jealousy beside him. Right. Luke was just a boy. It was only just a dream. She could already see the difficult conversation ahead with her twins.

But then she couldn't help thinking... why would Luke picture Vader, of all the people? She needed a chat with Obi-wan. Soon. (check out the rest of my stuff: masterpost)