Bail Organa loves his daughter so much, sometimes I just wish he adopted Luke too because I can bet Breha would have loved Luke 😭😭😭
i just had a thought
darth vader magneto
angry metal murder dad who is the antagonist and has twin son and daughter who also have powers and fight on the opposing side
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DO YOU THINK REX IS HELPING BAIL SET UP THE REBELLION
PLEASE SAY YES
I NEED REX INTERACTING WITH LEIA
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Mother and daughter. Did some symbolism with twilight to dawning. The Queen and the Princess. They’re some of my faves.
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3 couples that make my Bisexual ass freak out everytime their on screen :
1. Ed and Lorraine Warren in the Conjuring Universe (Seriously look at them, I LOVE THEM)
2. Han Solo and Leia Organa in Star Wars
3. Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann in Pirates of the Caribbean
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Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back 40th anniversary cover by Chris Sprouse, Karl Story, & Neeraj Menon
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Instagram (9/?) [ for @okayhotshots ] - PLAYLISTS: Din & Luke / Han & Leia
the Original Trio™ ( + Din & Grogu & Chewie ): COFFEE SHOPS & TODDLERS
“The Skywalker twins have a type.”
“Scruffy boys who are desperate for a hug.”
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So, on my latest read-through of the Heir to the Empire trilogy (probably for like the eighth or tenth time), I’ve found a new head canon that I absolutely love: Leia and Han in a polyamorous relationship with Winter. Winter is always there and is very close to Leia in the books, as her assistant and best friend from childhood. So why wouldn’t they be in love too? Leia still loves Han, and Han and Winter have a budding relationship. Winter also takes care of Leia and Han’s twins; all three of them have a very busy life in the New Republic, so it makes perfect sense to me that they’d all be involved in a poly relationship and parenting the twins.
As far as I know in the canon universe, Winter does not have a last name; at least, not until she married a man later in the Expanded Universe. But what if she had the last name Organa? Whether it’s because she’s married to Leia, or has chosen that last name for herself, or whatever reason. The name sounds beautiful: Winter Organa. Plus, she’s from Alderaan as well, and with that world gone, it would be another way to remember and honor the planet and people from the planet.
In my personal head canon. Leia does not take Han’s last name. Alderaan is a matriarchal society, so it makes no sense for Leia to take his last name in the EU. Even though the Heir to the Empire series is constantly hammering the fact that her name is Leia Organa Solo, it’s stupid and that should not be the case. I think it would have been great if Han took her last name, either becoming Han Organa or Han Solo Organa. It sounds more regal and more important that Solo; plus, it does not have smuggler ties. And their children having the last name Organa would be another way for the name, society, and culture of Alderaan to live on.
return of the jedi is one of my favourite star wars films simply because i love the scene in jabba’s palace SO MUCH,, like the song is weirdly good and i know jabba was a bad guy but his parties look fun idc!! i wanna go to one (minus the part where people get fed to the rancor.) it’s so weird and i love every minute of it lmao
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im trying to start a small business and would like to know how many people would be interested and which images people would be interested in!!
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The Failure of the Jedi... in a Nutshell
"If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal."
"If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing."
"If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing."
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud."
"It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs."
"Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth."
"It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."
"And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."
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Bodies, Can’t You See?
Star Wars/Complete/Chapters: 9 Words: 23,853
When Hux sees the positive result on the pregnancy test scanner, he comes to several alarming realizations all at once. One: that his birth control has been tampered with. Two: that the baby is Kylo's. Three: that this is his true punishment for Starkiller's failure.
And quietly, in a weak, tiny voice in the back of his mind, the unsettling conclusion that he wants to keep it. He'll die before he lets anyone near his child. He'll tear apart anyone that tries to get in his way.
If you like Kylux and a/b/o fics, this is for you. Well written. Not a ton of sex scenes if you’re not into that. Excellent
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star wars fanboys are mental they’d really rather see luke kiss leia, HIS OWN SISTER, then see me head canon luke as gay and say he might have a crush on din
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ooh can I ask about any "Sith Anakin" of your choice and Winter Soldier AU for the ask game?
Hi, thanks for the ask! :D
My Raised as a Sith Anakin AU is pretty much what the name suggests - instead of becoming a Jedi at the end of TPM, Yoda senses too much danger in Anakin's training and refuses to admit him into the order, and because of this he's sent back to Tatooine and snatched up by Palpatine. The AU itself is made up of a series of fics which - very loosely - follow along the lines of various events of TCW. This particular extract is from 'The Clone Trooper', which is one of the very early fics in the series, and is one of the first things I wrote for SW:
The planet was nothing but dust and storms and death, and would have been noted as little more than an uninteresting blip on a starpilot's navigation computer if not for the raging battle that had just been waged on its surface several standard hours ago. Now, all was quiet—or it would have been, if not for the frequent winds that roared endlessly across the plains, and the crackling of bright, hungry flames in the distance. But beneath it, there was no shouting of soldiers, no screams of civilians—not even the inexorable clanking march of a battalion of droids carried through the air. All was silent. All was still.
Into this silence came two figures, one organic, one droid. The first was tall, cloaked in black with a deep hood pulled low over his head and his face covered up to the eyes. The second was a B1 series battle droid, painted with stark black stripes and clutching a blaster in one hand, and a hand-held scanner in the other. Despite one's expression being hidden, and the other incapable of forming an expression in the first place, neither seemed happy to be there.
With a sigh, Vader adjusted the cloth he had tied over his nose and mouth back on board the Twilight, his airways raw and his eyes stinging. It was a rather feeble barrier against the conditions of the planet, but the best he had had on hand. Really, it had been just his luck to arrive on this Force-damned little backwater just as a ferocious dust storm was kicking up. The stuff was whirling in the air so thick it was as if a muddy shroud had settled about them, absolute and impenetrable—he could barely have seen his own hand stretched out before him even if his eyes weren't being relentlessly assaulted with grit. It wouldn't have surprised him if he completed his mission only to find his ship half-buried under it once he returned. And that was to say nothing of Bee-One and himself in the long trek across the plain ahead of them. And that, that would not do.
The wind was howling all around him like the wailing of the dead, but Vader did not need an overactive imagination to hear the echoes of the battle reverberating in the Force. So little time had passed since the desolate plain had been full of living beings, bleeding out their suffering into the atmosphere around them, saturated thick with their fear, their anger and pain and hatred. It rushed in on him like the tides at Kamino as he opened himself up to the Force, so sudden and intense that it might have bowled him over had it not been for his years of training. He winced at the sensation—the Force was always so very loud, too loud and too bright, and now it burnt as if he were filled from crown to toe with too-hot lava—and his first instinct, as always, was to recoil. He forced himself to endure, pulling and pulling at each sensation until they lit the furnace of his own fury, and he felt his power uncoil like a dragon in his chest. The dust halted in its tracks.
“Thanks!,” came Bee-One's chipper voice over the roar of the wind. His attention was no longer on the scanner, but on the dust around them. The storm raged around them as fiercely as ever, but before the dust could reach them, it was pushed away, like filings repelled from a magnet. “That's a pretty handy trick!”
“My master has taught me a great deal,” Vader replied, his voice muffled by the cloth covering his face. He tried not to think about the one time he had seen Sidious do this, on another planet, with the sands that should have kept the Outlanders at bay parting before his new owner and closing about him like a cage, the blazing wreck of Watto's shop a faint orange glow in the distance, and his mother's screams drowned out by the shrieking of the winds— “Come on, we had better get moving.”
“Roger, roger!” It was the way Bee-One always said it—ever so slightly wry for all his chirpiness—and Vader clung to the familiarity of it, pushing the memories away. This was not Tatooine. No matter how much it may remind him— This was not Tatooine.
WINTER SOLDIER AU
So, I've managed to end up with two separate Winter Soldier AUs, so hopefully this is the one you wanted! This one is based on the premise that Anakin didn't turn to the Dark Side during ROTS and manages to escape Order 66 with a pregnant Padme. Later, the whole Skywalker family is captured by the Empire and Anakin has his memory wiped by Palpatine. It features sort of ghost Padme communicating with her family through dreams and Luke and Leia as Palpatine's adopted wards. This is a little snippet of a scene between Anakin and Leia that I'm writing (just for context, Leia knows that he's her father at this point but he doesn't remember):
"Lord Vader!" she exclaimed eyes wide as her bright little Force presence flared up in surprise. He raised his eyebrows at her expectantly, refusing to show any sign of being abashed at being caught unmasked and wandering through the halls of his master's private collection in the middle of the night. The little princess may be one of his master's heirs, but she was still a child - one who should have been asleep and safely tucked away in bed hours ago.
"Your Highness," he said. "What are you doing up at this hour?"
Leia, unsurprisingly, did not have the grace to look even remotely sheepish at having been caught so flagrantly flouting her father's rules and escaping both her nanny and her guards to boot. Instead, small arms crossed in a mimicry of his own pose, she simply stared up at him, unblinking and defiant, bestowing upon him the fiercest pout she could muster.
"I couldn't sleep," she said ever so slightly petulant. "What are you doing up?"
Vader frowned down at her, unimpressed.
"About things not for the ears of princesses who should be in bed" he retorted sternly. Apparently, the girl was no more impressed by his evasiveness as he was by her antics, but that didn't mean she was going to get the answers she wanted. The gaze he levelled her with would have been enough to make one of his officers quake in their boots had they known to recognise him without his mask, but the unruly child did not so much as twitch under his firm stare. She glared right back at him, unrepentant.
"I don't want to go to bed," she snapped. "I'm not sleepy!"
Vader sighed. Clearly the hard line was not the right approach, but really, he should have expected that. Little Princess Leia had never been one to be cowed by disapproving words.
"You will be in the morning," he explained, with a patience that he suspected would earn him a few raised eyebrows from his men had they been here. "And then your father will be cross with you for wandering about the Palace on your own."
Mentioning his master was the wrong thing to say. All of a sudden, Leia's eyes filled with tears.
"He's not my father!," she cried stamping her foot on the ground with all the force she could muster. "He's horrible and I hate him! He punishes me no matter what I do so I might as well do something to get in trouble for."
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Star Wars AU Part 5/?
They need to leave. They need to get out of this hellish celestial abomination. The lights are too bright and Ahsoka’s breathing is too loud and cold snakes around her ankles and throat like she’s being Force choked - the dark side. It rolls off him in waves, burning one second and freezing the next. The constant is that they rip mercilessly through her and pummel her consciousness.
He must know she’s here. Surely he can feel her. But right now, he’s preoccupied.
Darth Vader and Obi-Wan stare each other down. Red and blue lightsabers clash in seasoned strokes. No longer are they master and apprentice, no longer are they brothers. Obi-Wan is still Ahsoka’s brother, but Vader no longer cares about her. This battle is the release of nearly two decades of buildup, containing a power that makes the hair on Luke, Leia, Chewbacca and even that shifty smuggler Han’s necks prickle. Her montrals feel it; she can’t tear her eyes away.
None of them can move. Beside her Luke, Obi-Wan’s unofficial Padawan, stands tense. He reminds her of a soldier watching his friends charge into a doomed assault, aware this won’t end well yet helpless to stop it. She should intervene. She could, she’s strong enough. But Vader’s dark, suffocating aura has her paralysed. It must be on purpose. Because Ahsoka is not afraid of him.
Obi-Wan deflects another strike. The stormtroopers in the vicinity have got over their amazement and are advancing toward him. He’s trapped. No. Vader slices his lightsaber horizontally, cutting the cloak...
He’s not in the cloak - it falls limp to the floor - he’s gone. Her brain processes it slowly. People can’t just disappear - no, wait, Obi-Wan had told her earlier - Qui-Gon Jinn, a name she’d vaguely recalled Obi-Wan mentioning lifetimes ago, had invented a technique - a Jedi could be absorbed into the Force (the Force, that was it) if they made their peace with death.
She grasps desperately at his end of their Force bond and finds only ragged sheared edges. They unravel into nothingness. No, no, no, no, no -
“No!” screams Luke. He lunges forward and the world surges into action. Blaster fire rains down on them, Luke and Han shoot back. Vader turns to face them. Ahsoka meets the soulless lenses of his mask and it finally hits. Whether he was one with the Force or not, Obi-Wan, the last Jedi, is dead. Vader killed him. He let Vader kill him. Why - how could he? How could both of them? She’d only barely got used to having a brother again, and now he’s dead. Her chest is on fire from the inside out. The fire carves out her being, expanding the aching hole of loss she’s carried since Order 66. She can’t breathe. Her lungs are full of smoke.
Why didn’t you move?
She moves now. She dashes across the hangar and leaps with an animalistic snarl, raising her lightsabers above her head, not just ready but desperate to slice Vader’s head clean off...
“Come on!” says Han distantly.
“Come on! Luke, Ahsoka, it’s too late!” Leia’s voice sounds closer than Han’s and disperses the crimson mist clouding her eyes. She skids to a halt. That one leap seems to have taken a lot out of her. With a final venomous glare, she turns back the ship.
Luke blasts the door control panel, sliding it shut, then keeps firing and fighting. His Force presence was always bright, but it’s now been set ablaze. He’ll get himself killed.
Suddenly he abandons his pursuit with what briefly appears to be confusion before the panic of clarity overrides it. Ahsoka barely has time to pull him up the ramp. Somehow in the chaos they all get onto the Millennium Falcon. She immediately sits down in one of the worn leather seats, weak and dizzy; the roar of Han slamming the ignition mixes with the rush of blood in her ears. They’re safe.
But why didn’t you move? Why?
Why, any of this? How could they have ended like this?
Her spinning head tells her they’re safe. The turbulent Force tells her they won’t be for long. They agree that Obi-Wan Kenobi is gone forever. He let himself die. And the tatters of her heart add that Anakin Skywalker has done the same.
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Sparks, Chapter 25: The Shift
Palpatine rose to his feet and gestured to the rack of lightsabers on the side of the training room. Two flew out to land neatly in his hands; he tossed one at Luke.
Luke tried to catch it with his right hand, fumbled, and dropped it. It clattered to the floor loudly. He cursed in the resounding silence, but the reprimand he was expecting didn't come.
"You do not want to be here?" the Emperor said mildly. "That is evident. Your coordination has significantly worsened since I last trained with you."
"I'm not accustomed to this hand yet. The medics said I'm not supposed to be engaging in anything strenuous with it." The words got out through gritted teeth. He made no move to pick up the lightsaber still rolling away from him.
"Then fight with your left hand, Your Highness." Palpatine smiled as Luke winced, revealing yellowing teeth. "You must train with both as it is; it seems like an ideal time to practise, does it not?"
"It's a terrible time to practise. It will only make me worse. My father is right, and I do not want to be here."
"Your father has been turned into an undignified clingy fool by his inability to deal with his emotions as a proper Sith should. I had hoped you would surpass his childishness. If you are to be a worthy Sith apprentice, you must rise above any limitations, and use your pain to your advantage, rather than flinching like a coward." He tilted his head, a canny glint in his golden eyes. "Or a Jedi."
Luke clenched his jaw. "I am neither, Your Majesty." If Palpatine was going to pull out the titles, so was he. "I simply respect that the medics know what is best for the human body, and have no intention of disobeying them."
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Summary: Alternate Universe- What if Anakin's mother survived and Anakin never went dark side. Padme has the twins on Tatooine and survives. Anakin tries to help the surviving Jedi, while still keeping his family secret. Meanwhile Darth Sidious has been crowned emperor and is going after the remaining Jedi. Rumors have it he's looking for a new apprentice. Anakin gets to be a daddy.
I've added chapter 58 to my story: Return of the Survivors. Below is a small selection. Please click one of the links to read more.
Chapter 58 - Escape!
Obi-Wan and Yoda stood, highly alert both in the Force and in reality, while Anakin knelt with two probes by a computer terminal’s outlet.
“There, I think I have it,” Anakin announced as a holographic display popped up from the device.
Yoda and Obi-Wan turned to view the display.
“Of course this would’ve been a lot easier if I’d been allowed to bring R2 with me.” Anakin complained.
“And if that droid had been caught, the Empire would know where we came from.” Obi-Wan pointed out.
His former Padawan rolled his eyes. “The way I see it, the main computer powering the tractor beam is here.” He pointed to the display. “Whoever designed this did a really lousy job. The tractor beam is coupled with the main reactor in seven locations. If we cause a power loss at one of the terminals, it’ll shut down the tractor beam.
Obi-Wan studied the data. “One of them, you say.”
“Yes, I’m thinking we hit all seven for good measure.” Anakin smiled a sly grin. Obi-Wan was about to whack him over the head when he noticed a similar sly grin on the grandmaster’s face.
“Take them longer to repair, that would,” Yoda pointed out.
Obi-Wan crept along a narrow ledge to the other side of the control panel. Anakin had told him exactly what to alter. He pulled several levers and twisted a knob. When the job was done, he crept back and used the Force to cause two troopers to turn their backs. Expertly, he slipped through a passage out of the area.
“All Units Level Five.” A blaring alarm went off and puzzled the Jedi for a second.
‘ Who’s on Level Five? Nothing was on Level Five that Anakin showed us.’
Obi-Wan hid in a narrow passage, as several troopers marched down the main corridor at once, likely headed to whatever disturbance they were all called to.
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Carrie Fisher and Harrison Ford on the set of The Empire Strikes Back
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Chewie holding Leia
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Chapter 7 of The Hutt, the Jedi, and the Power Of Love is up on AO3.
In the final chapter, Han in finally clued in to the Skywalker Family Fiasco, things start to look up for the galaxy, and our heroes make plans for a peaceful future.
Snippet from Chapter 7: Victory under the cut
That was Jaina’s cue to sink down onto the grass before her wounded leg buckled beneath her. “Whoa, Jaina-” Jaina shook her head and waved him off.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she said, inspecting the blaster wound. “It ain’t bad." Dad frowned.
“Still, let me look at it, alright?” Jaina shrugged and flopped down in the grass, letting Dad fuss with her leg. There were still flashes illuminating the blue sky- they may have won, but the space battle- and Luke’s battle - were far from over. Dad bent over her leg, Jaina heard him whistle through his teeth. “Kriff, Jaina, what-”
“Got distracted, took a shot in the leg,” she said. “Leia, how’s the arm?” she asked, hoping to redirect Dad’s mother-gundarking. Leia frowned, gingerly examining her own wound.
“Not bad,” she said. “A bacta patch should have it fixed after we finish up here." Jaina nodded and squinted back at the sky. The Death Star was still there. As if reading her mind, Leia said, “I just hope Lando blows that thing soon."
“He’s gotta be pretty close by now,” Dad said. A horrible realization- well, not a realization, she already knew, but damn if it wasn’t still frightening- shook Jaina. She bolted upright.
“Luke’s still up there,”
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