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         oK!!! hit that  ♥ for a little starter as i…..attempt this about page….

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                her breath turns sharp; no sense in denying which words proved toxic enough to burn through thick skin, and why. ( hatred, however spewed, is easy to ignore until some truth can be found behind it. ) coming here was no mistake, she thinks, but as her memory reels to find a purpose -- aside from saving the boy, aside from forgiveness and slim chances -- it returns with none. perhaps she will settle with SEEING him, if ‘seeing’ is the same act as forcing herself to let go. it must be. it had been before, after all: dark thoughts and incurable rage, seen and sent away.                    seeing kylo ren, seeing herself. the line between has thinned, leaving a crippling emptiness where denial had once been. the darkness should have died with her father. the truth should have been revealed when first pressed for. he isn’t WRONG. fear makes fools, and she had taken on that fear in total silence. sinking past him, her gaze.  ❛ for leading you down the wrong path, ❜  she admits, not without weakness. even her voice turns hoarse. fear in ben’s eyes, and answers sought out. answers given, if simplified into shades of black and white. into there’s nothing to be afraid of, into think good thoughts and do the right thing. how could he have believed a word when his mother had lost conviction?                  ❛ from the start, i felt your pull to the dark, how hard you fought. VADER was no different, and even he died with goodness left in his heart. ❜ so she has been told, so she sensed without a twinge of doubt before the news of defeat could reach her. she mourned for a father she never knew as she mourns for a son she knew too well. in disgrace.  ❛ my belief in you has never been blind. ❜

    picture a boy, a boy surrounded by giants, a boy whose pale neck is about to snap from constantly looking up-up-up. imagine his voice not quiet but withdrawn, hear the words he never offered. see his brown eyes that got so tired from staring at halos and unblemished GLORY that the shadows beneath his feet eventually became inviting. promising. comforting. and all he had to do is FALL, all he had to do is finally stop resisting. that boy is no more, but those are his wounds that still keep hurting, the wounds SHE failed to dress.

    she doesn’t understand, she never did. neither did he, the man who swallowed his rage and blade when a star died. they both kept thinking about their little boy, missing that which never was, hoping that non-existent idylla can still be reclaimed. and maybe if the mother and son just close their eyes and discard the integrity which he has carved for himself out of light-infected corpses– then everything will be back to normal. maybe that’s what she wants, just scrub his hands clean, stomp on the freshly disturbed ground and wait, wait for the past to finally happen.

  ❛ you are THE FOOL– ❜ his voice stems from the deepest and sharpest part of his body, it limps out of his mouth like a wet, battered fatality ( but still thrashing, still biting ). ❛ a fool to think that i would EVER willingly come back to you. han solo died for that foolishness, general! you sent him to his DEATH! ❜ a queen. clutching to dead body of her love. refusing to bury her son. a sight so inherently sad that it deserves to be idealized, deserves to be etched in marble, like an interstellar PIETA– a tribute to this self-inflicted MARTYRDOM. but he finds no respect for it; only a vandal’s sneer.

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                                 LIKE MOTHER LIKE SON

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you guys i have no idea where all of you came from. this is insane. i’ve never had this many followers. it hasn’t even been a month yet. it’s literally the most insane thing ever. and not to mention that this community is probably the best rp community and fandom i’ve ever countered here on tumblr. there are so many nice people and no one is left out and it’s just the best thing ever.

so to thank you all for following me, i’ve decided to give you back something. i’m going to have this be a little longer just because i’m rather busy right now and i need to sort things out, but in the meanwhile this little giveaway can run on the background. 

            THE 750+ FOLLOWERS GIVEAWAY

the prizes ( which will be in detail in the end ) are going to be themes, promo graphics and icons. 

here are some rules and guidelines.

need to be following me. that’s the point really, because i’m doing this for my followers. 

reblog this post ( likes do not count )

this giveaway will run until 14th of february  ( yay valentine’s day )

you can reblog this multiple times for multiple entries

this is only for RP blogs ( sorry personal blogs )

the winners will be chosen randomly by a random generator

now to the fun stuff ! the giveaway prizes.

FIRST PRICE.  a full theme with coding provided + promo by me. details about this can be discussed with the winner. 

here are some example themes made by me:  x  x  x  x  x 

SECOND PRICE. 25+ icons of the character of your choice + promo by me. 

THIRD PRICE promo graphic by me. you can either post it yourself or i can post it on this blog and spread it around. this goes for all the promos in the higher tier prizes too.

      GOOD LUCK FOR EVERYONE PARTICIPATING.

       AND THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO HAS FOLLOWED ME !!

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ternpestuous:    oUTSIDE OF MOCKING THO    her hugs w luke are sosoOOO    bless them both omg basleia:    y es    squad/sibling(?) goals ternpestuous:    squibling goals

i forgot to give credit to madison for this Important Nomenclature yesterday so

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                                   simple, it should be, to suspend belief this time. no effort is made to acknowledge the life left behind, no trace or feature of a child lost, spared. this shrouded figure is NO ONE to her; she, the general, will address him as such. but all the same, in spite of herself, she only stands taller when her heart threatens to sink. she only levels a mask knowing whose eyes gaze back from within.  ( she only sheds a heavy breath because her son might be listening. )                                    ❛ is that all you have to say ? ❜ 

@basleia  ♥  THIS.

                                                           ❜    general organa….      ❜

                                                       the voice altering mask was in place, hiding his features and any emotion from the woman that stood before him. taking pause, he was unable to form words, too communicate just how he felt. that was no way for a sith too act, came the whisper of snoke. he could almost feel his master’s anger at this occurrence, rippling threw the FORCE that hovered around him in a dark cloud, causing him too flinch slightly, though he kept in place.

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            [ luke voice ]  ha ha keep it poppin

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            ❛ less time i’ll have to take in the morning, poking and prodding .  .  . ❜  unadmittedly, her headache is nothing short of splitting; subtly, her hand works at tucking frizzing tresses back into place.  ❛ oh, and besides -- i think i have more to worry about than my hair, mother. ❜

@basleia || LIKED FOR A STARTER

      “ My dear, how many times have I told         you not to sleep with your hair in buns? ”

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Trio + Greek Words for Love

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i like to call this one  ‘coyote is an enabler.’

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                 the problem with hope, she thinks -- acute or necessary, ever-present or fading -- is its reason for being. she has clung to it from an early age, when the force meant nothing to her, nor to the world that raised her. hope was a stand-in, creating possibilities where there shouldn’t have been. she clings to it now, understanding ( anew ) the complexities of light and the desperation of dark. a child’s face disappearing from view for the last time, for a last effort, because a mother hoped for something BETTER. she sensed it, or she needed it to be.                doubt threatens its own resurrection now, for hope might have only had one purpose. Only to blind her from THIS. but for his sake -- for the sake of lives unseen, as it always has been -- the general cannot follow her own intuition. she follows, instead, a blinded eye. she waits for him, and for another silence to shake her.               ❛ that isn't true. ❜ the name rests at the back of her throat, at the back of her mind. she waits.  ❛ he died for you. to right a WRONG. ❜  validation. for her only; she who had little time to grieve. leia rises soundless, stepping forward. ❛ you can say what you will about him, denounce his name until it’s gone. but to assume that i would believe a word of it ?  you’re a fool. ❜

     ❛ …that– ❜ he raises from the cold slab, disregarding the sharp stab of pain in his side. fresh scars on his face, open scars in his flesh, old scars deep down in his mind, etched by hands that were supposed to be loving. fingertips that were supposed to be warm and faithful. the bitter bile in his stomach starts to boil, it evaporates and turns into a yell– FRIGHTENING AND JUSTIFIED: ❛ –is not my name! ❜

                                        his enraged howl echoes, the silence flinches.

     the child who watched his parents abandon him is DEAD, it suffered in silence and it died in silence, accompanied only by screams of others. ben is GONE and the force that moves his pale corpse cares not about his so-called guardian, it cares not ( and yet it feels anger, so much anger that it starts to burn, it slithers into every muscle strand and it tugs at them, riling him up more, jostling his ragged lungs ). 

    ❛ there is no more BEN just like there is no more HAN SOLO! you think this was about punishing him? you think i cared about what he did or did not?! ❜ spitting venom, letting rage dribble from his maw. it’s a fearsome gravity that pulls his stability down. ❛ he was just a reminder that had to be removed, he was NEVER a father to me– HE WAS NOTHING! HE DIED AS NOTHING! AND SO WILL YOU, GENERAL ORGANA! ❜ his breath clogs his throat and the ravaging outcry dissolves into a coughing fit, a remnant of a duel lost in snow. time–

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“What is [Kylo Ren] like?”

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The son of Skywalker must not become a Jedi.

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               sometimes i remember that rebecca mendoza wanted leia to learn the bun thing from breha and i jsut   (◡‿◡✿)

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              ❛ my mistake.  i forgot you THINK with your stomach.❜  her eyes roll away from the pilot, disregarding a fight picked for fighting’s sake. a silence, then a breath taken.   ❛ i should probably join you. better safe than sorry. ❜

     “Hey, I brought enough– We just went through it quicker than normal.”       He huffs out a breath but sets their course regardless, heading for the       nearest occupied planet so that they can pick up some supplies.

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