#alderaandestroyed

[fraternitae]

@alderaandestroyed

he  had  been  going  through  reports, twi-leks  with  no  food  &  a  blockade  by  the  banking  clan  forcing  their  hand.  they  would  starve  without  aid.  there’s  a  heaviness  in  his  heart  as  he  gathers  the  appropriate  senators  to  discuss  a  diplomatic  mission  that  he  would  head  the  next  morning.  it’s  been  a  long  day,  an  exhausting  one,  &  he’s  tiredly  reading  more  reports  when  the  door  to  his  private  apartments  slides  open.  only  few  have  access  without  needing  permission,  so  he  doesn’t  bother  to  look  up  for  a  moment.  but  obi-wan’s  voice  startles  him,  the  exhaustion  leaking  through.  his  data  padd  is  abandoned  as  he  stands,  crossing  the  length  of  the  room  to  take  the  smaller  man  in  his  arms.  he  wants  to  shield  him  from  this  way,  take  him  to  the  peaks  of  alderaan  where  they  can  watch  the  sunset  together,  surrounded  by  nothing  but  alderaanian  wine  &  fruit.  nothing  but  their  love.

that  is  not  the  world  they  live  in today,  not  the  world  they  would  ever  live  in.  their  duty  is  so  important,  that  passion  for  justice  that  had  driven  bail  to  the  jedi  master  to  begin  with.  they  would  never  abandon  this  for  anything,  even  something  as  powerful  as  love.  but  for  now,  he  can  slowly  bring  obi-wan  to  the  couch,  help  shed  his  travelling  cloak  on  a  chair  close,  &  pull  him  into  bail’s  arms.  he  can  whisper  all  of  the  assurances  in  the  world,  tell  obi-wan  that  he  is  home  now.  he  just  hopes  it’s  enough.  

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑  only seconds spent close,  obi-wan visibly relaxes,  shuddering from cold and weariness.  he can’t remember the last time he slept in a bed or ate anything that wasn’t stale field ration bars.  he can’t remember rest uninterrupted by blasterfire or the screams of dying innocents. 

his hands cling to the back of bail’s shirt,  as if he were the last tether to safety.  as if letting go would make him drown. 

the jedi allows himself to be moved easily,  following bail’s lead ;  theirs is a slow dance of exhaustion and need and hope.  with leaden limbs he acquiesces and curls against him,  closing his eyes.  beneath them a soft violet that may have been a beautiful colour,  had it not been a smear of pain.  every part of him aches,  and now,  encircled in the safety of bail’s broad arms,  he shatters piece by piece  —

shatters the way he always does.  he’ll break himself apart,  and silently beg bail to put him back together before he has to leave this room. 

‹ it feels as though this war will never end.  even if we win. ›

a hand over bail’s sternum,  catching that steady heartbeat beneath his fingertips.  love,  outpoured,  the silent way that only obi-wan kenobi can. 

‹ you make me less afraid . ›

[senaetore]

@alderaandestroyed​ asked ‘ we’ll be alright . ’

          𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙷𝙾𝙿𝙴 , their democracy is little more than crumbling ruins. and yet , she wants so desperately to believe him. wise and true , even as tears threaten to fall , she holds them back , her head held high. a voice in the back of her head wants to shout this is the beginning of the end ! we’re fighting a losing battle ! or perhaps , scariest of all , we’ve only made things worse ! but bail’s words are a lifeline , clinging to him as she reaches out a hand to his arm. steadying her. eyes that have witnessed the decay of liberty from the inside out , still glisten with the promise of hope. because bail says so. because she has to believe in something. and right now , love is not enough.

          but perhaps trust is.

          ‘ bail , i must tell you something. but you must promise me it will stay between the two of us. ’

[keslrun]

❛      theres      no      one      left      to      blame    .     ❜  

  @alderaandestroyed​  /   hit    the    ♡    for   a   starter   .    closed*

[maskedheroics]

@alderaandestroyed said:   ❛❛ 𝐂’𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞. ❜❜ ( @ 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐚 )           

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒’ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑, permission to abandon her crown and banner for a moment and just be a daughter seeking her father for comfort --- even if it was just for a moment. Her slender arms hugged him tightly, burying her face in his robes as she had since she was a child --- blocking out the rest of the world. This war was right and just, she believed in their cause and was dedicated to keep on the fight. She had to, it was her responsibility. Leia could fight, which made her obligated to do so for those who could not.

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒, oh sometimes it was too tiring and draining. Sometimes Leia’s feet felt like they couldn’t take another step, like her heart couldn’t take anymore --- like right now, even with her father’s embrace her mind still drifted back to her mission. The one she had only just escaped in time from, the one where only two of the eight she had been sent on it with could say the same. Their deaths weighed upon her, repeating their names over and over in her head --- refusing to let them be forgotten.

[alderaanianheir]

" 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 ? "   Leia asked, her tone dropping to a lower, more serious voice. It wasn't the first time that she had noticed these looks from her parents. They would be laughing and spending time together, smiling --- but then suddenly her parents looked... well, she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Something emotional, something that almost felt guilty. The young princess never understood it.

@alderaandestroyed / closed starter

[fraternitae]

@alderaandestroyed  — desperation leaks through the senator's voice as he speaks, hands shaking. "obi-wan?" their private channel, used to speak when they're apart and missing each other greatly. but now he uses it to make sure his loved one is alive. he's heard so much, the jedi turning on them. he can't believe it, he won't. he knows who is it blame. padmé had sat disgusted by his side and he knows she is just as worried about her jedi knight as he is his own.

𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆  moments pass before the jedi replies,  moments spent trying to gather breath that keeps hitching in his throat.  his clothes are still wet,  and he keeps trying to find some sort of sense in all this. 

bail’s voice is full of unspoken panic,  but the cadence of his words ground obi-wan amid the hurricane of pain that has settled behind his ribs.  he looks at the perfect clear blue of hyperspace flickering past,  blurred from the tears he keeps having to wipe from his face. 

the clones  —  they had  —  it had been a trap   —  all of it,  everything   —  he couldn’t save them,  couldn't save them   —

‹ yes,  bail.  i’m here. ›

a pause,  in which he rakes a hand through his hair. 

‹ i’m alive .  i don’t know what’s  — ›  he breaks a little more under the weight of it.  under the horror,  the feeling of pitching forward into a bottomless ice - cold void that swallows everything.  dark,  open water.  he,  alone.

‹ i don’t know what’s happening.  i’m sorry .  are you. . .  are you safe ? ›

[senaetore]

          𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗔𝗚𝗢 , padmé amidala had leaned on one of her dearest friends in the universe when it felt as though her world was crumbling apart. he had listened and , in a way she would never fully be able to convey , it had saved her. they may not have talked since , their friendship a casualty of the path she’d chosen , but when mon mothma commed her about the destruction of alderaan , padmé knew it was time to return the favor. what was she hiding for anyway ? her children were already a part of this rebellion , their safety compromised by their own consciences ( she couldn’t be more proud ). it was time.

         padmé arrived at the base , following unscrambled coordinates that had the potential to lead her to certain doom. this was not the galaxy she had last flown through , it was ripped apart and put back together again by a violent , consuming fascism. she had tried her best from afar to offer help , but while she’d lived in relative peace on pasaana , other plants had been conquered , beat down , and now , were simply gone.

         the code was transmitted to the base , an alert that she was here. but for a moment , padmé faltered at the dashboard. this old ship , which once carried her to the outskirts of the galaxy , had now brought her back to center of it all. outside she would find the last sparks of hope , yes , but also old friends. her children. people who had spent so many years mourning her. was she making the right decision ? or was padmé amidala better off dead ? she shook her head , ashamed at the thought ,  though she couldn’t quite shake it. with a deep breath , she rose from the seat and raised her hood over her face. her very last defense. and with that , she turned around and exited the ship without a second glance.

@alderaandestroyed

[keslrun]

THREADS  I   AM    DEFINITELY   KEEPING.      

@maskedheroics     x x x x @jedishope    x @solosboy      x @sitched     x @liightforce    x @inkedspelled      x @crimsonshe     x @alderaandestroyed       x @intelligentmiinds      x @defendsfreedom     x @rebelrug   x @denydefeat   x

anything  else   is   pending   ,   if   the   muse   strikes   i   will   probs   answer.   come   check   out   my   plotting   call   which  i   will   post   in  a  moment.  

[maskedheroics]

@alderaandestroyed​ said:     ❝  𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞.  ❞ ( @ 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐞 )   

𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, but all Padmé could think about was how much he and Breha had suffered already with her ‘scandal’ --- and they had been entirely unaffiliated with anything going on then. She knew them, she knew their hearts almost as well as she knew her own. If Bail had known, he would have tried to help her from the start, which would have only looked like they had something to hide. Things were already kind of scary as they were, she wasn’t sure any of them could have handled a worse version of events that almost certainly would have followed back then. What could she have even said ?  Other than what she ultimately had back when the news broke ?  She was indeed expecting a child, no she would not be disclosing anything further. She had her work in the senate to consider, she had Anakin... oh, Anakin... The thought of his name alone felt like a stab to the heart. Forcing her to close her eyes to regain her composure. It hurt too much to be Padmé right now, so soon after it all when there was work to be done... she needed Amidala.

“ 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐋... ”  Padmé confessed, hands clasping in her lap as she sat in her , “ but I was trying to keep you out of the line of fire... and there was so much I couldn’t say... I was scared. We were scared and the risk of anyone knowing was too great... ”  Her hands were shaking, she was trying so hard not to cry in front of him. It didn’t help that she was still weak from the emergency delivery; she had always felt so grownup around Bail. He had been one of the few who had never treated her like a child in her work --- it had been something she appreciated. Yet right now, she felt both like a little girl about to cry, and a Woman who lived just a bit too long. She felt tired, ancient --- she had seen the darkness of the universe up close and it had aged her and left her scarred. Find Amidala, borrow her strength to get through this. “ I thought we could handle it though. I thought that as long as we had each other, it would be okay --- but it wasn’t and I cannot help but feel responsible for everything that’s come since then. I’ve had to tell you so many lies, I’ve kept so many secrets. If you ever find yourself able to trust me again after all of this, it will be far more than I deserve after everything my actions have put you through... and how the fall out, I fear, will affect us all. ”

[alderaanianheir]

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐃𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐏𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @cmmnder/ @alderaandestroyed‘s 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓 --- 𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 @maskedheroics​ 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃; 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐏 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒. 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

[savioer]

@alderaandestroyed really bringing me to tears TWICE at work today. TWICE!! And I still have two and a half hours of work left

[sunsabered]

𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖.

feel free to repost, no reblogs!

WHEN DID YOU JOIN AND HOW?  Must have been around 2010 via private groups and then around mid 2012 properly in the indie rp community.

HOW OLD WERE YOU WENT YOU STARTED AND HOW OLD ARE YOU NOW? Actual written rp? My first attempts were via a game when I was around fourteen and then on here when I was eighteen.

MEMORABLE URLS.  I find urls to be less memorable than actual interaction so I can’t remember many, if any. Characters also stick more than urls so, no idea at this stage. For this blog hopcbound will always be memorable though, as it was the url I got this blog up with.

FANDOMS.  I have travelled across various fandoms; from the vampire diaries and the originals across harry potter (primarily marauders) to the 100 and star wars as well as various historical based tv shows like reign. Also divergent and the maze runner at some point. For now there is only star wars.

FAVOURITE MUSE.   Just one? Impossible. Rey of Jakku, Diana Meade of the Secret Circle, Pansy Parkison and Emmeline Vance of Harry Potter, and the list goes on. I treasure all of my muses.

LEAST FAVOURITE MUSE.   Least favorite? I don’t think I have a least favorite. The furthest I’d go is to say there as muses I have fallen out of touch with and no longer feel connected to but that’s about it.

FAVOURITE IC EXPERIENCE.  Threads that have some nice plot to work with, story lines that have tons of leading up to and really feel like one has accomplished something with the characters involved. I don’t really have specific moments.

LEAST FAVOURITE IC EXPERIENCE.   All the godmodding that happens at times but generally have been fortunate enough to not make any too harsh ic experiences.

FAVOURITE OOC EXPERIENCE. Literally all the times I got a chance to be there for the friends I made or the times they were there for me. The friendships I made on this side are so wonderful.

LEAST FAVOURITE OOC EXPERIENCE. All the drama. There is far too much of that around.

WOULD YOU DO IT ALL AGAIN.   Definitely. While there may have been bad moments over the years, I feel there have been far more good moments and those were absolutely worth it. And I’d miss writing far too much.

tagged by: @cmmnder  / @alderaandestroyed​ tagging: @jediknght​, @korelit​, @flyjacket​, @lothwulf​, @scndsister​

[reyofhope]

@cmmnder / @alderaandestroyed

[senaetore]

@alderaandestroyed  👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀

[mandoalor]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬.

bold what applies to your muse     /       repost, don’t reblog .

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 .   chipped nail polish.  glitter highlight.  tall trees with smooth bark. tangled hair. the taste of cinnamon sugar. talking too loud and too fast.  overgrown flowers in your hair. crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature.  flirting.  walking home at three am with no coat. platonic hand holding.  blowing smoke out of your nose. dragonfly wings.  chaotic good. freckles.  fairy rings. secret meetings.  gender nonconformity. leather. smudged eyeliner. forbidden fruit.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 . computer errors. a shiver down your spine. haunting beauty.  hard liquor. crowns of thorns.  shadowed alleyways. decaying plant matter. shattered mirrors and broken glass. corrupted memories.  stopped clocks. the scent of stale cigarettes.  tattered black hoodies. walking your friends home.  the crescent moon.  the sea. a graveyard on a foggy day.  cold rings on cold fingers.  absolution. looking out of the window of an airplane. soft kisses.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡. graffiti.  pretending to know what you’re doing.  worn paperback books. growing up too fast. parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.  lace and combat boots.  moth wings.  candles on every surface. a weathered deck of cards. turning the music up. fireflies in jars. calloused fingers. drawing on your skin.  sunlight filtering through clouds. petrichor. a dying rose in a jar.  wearing a crystal pendant.  illusions of spells.  black cats.  mint gum.  chapped lips.  dirt under your fingernails.  the cycle of life and death.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟.   murders of crows. frostbitten leaves. wolves howling at midnight. knocking on your door.  leaving food out for stray animals. the twang of an acoustic guitar.  honey. tiny red buds on trees.  claw marks on the walls.  golden eyes. slightly too long stubble. knitted fingerless gloves.  sleeping on the forest floor. always find your way back home.

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[maskedheroics]

@alderaandestroyed​ said:   ❛❛   𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 , 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞?   ❜❜ ( @ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐚 )    

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐀, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐍; she had survived near death experiences and been built back to life. She had done so much and more, and here she was with cheeks pink --- underneath the titles and the pageantry, she was simply just another girl with just another boy,  telling him the secrets of her heart. Nobody really expected it, they were just suppose to be together because it made sense to be. She was to assume the throne in a few years, and he was of the elder houses. Politically, and culturally, they made sense. Yet, even now with her heart and soul devoutly dedicated to their planet --- she couldn’t help but be a bit of a wild girl, like in her youth. Breha might have to make a smart marriage in order to secure the bloodline; by the force, she was going to love him with every inch of her being.

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖. So long she couldn’t quite place where exactly she had begun to --- but she had to be smart about it, she was still a princess. Before she fought the mountains and lost, the girl she had once been might have charged forward without a second thought. Breha had learned a great lesson that day, it was good to be brave and to hold passion --- but she needed to be wise too. If she had spoken too soon, perhaps it might have been rushed. Perhaps it might have felt like she was merely a girl with a crush, or a savvy woman trying only to secure a marriage. No, it hadn’t been the right moment before --- but standing here, just them in a rare moment of privacy, overlooking the the snow capped mountains and the vibrant Alderaanian sunset that made them shine like diamonds. Nothing to gain, but everything to lose --- a vulnerability which allowed her to speak freely and honestly, Breha Antilles looked Bail Organa in the eye, no attempt to hide her nervousness as she lifted her chin and answered: “ I did, and I hope that won’t be a problem, because I do. I really do. ”