#STARTER. ( kylo ren. )

[tofeelthecold]

open to: anyone verse: tbd

"You don't know what it's like...growing up with them and all of that pressure," Kylo stated as he looked at the other. "How it dictates who you're supposed to be even before you know yourself or are allowed to decide."

[ofthestcrs]

Open Starter: Modern Verse Kylo Ren

Kylo hated these little parties the Knights had every other month. The mansion would be filled with people with very little chance of escape unless he managed to sneak out and get on his bike without one of the other Knights seeing him -- less they shove a drink in his hand and insist he had a good time. The music was too loud. His annoyance was too high and a couple had practically kicked him out of his own room for their own nefarious reasons. Gross.

He was walking through the kitchen when he caught sight of someone attempting to get themselves a cup of the horrid punch he'd watched his friends make earlier and couldn't stop himself from speaking up.

"I wouldn't drink that unless you were planning on having a very bad time tonight." They'd mixed too many different types of booze in it. It was a hang over waiting to happen, but also Kylo could only assume it also tasted like absolute dog shit.

[tiredg0ds]

voice   modulator   breathes   static   into   the   open   air   between   them.      it   was   time.      finally,   it   was   time.      it   had   taken   him   quite   some   time   to   track   @opaliscoeur   down,   but   now   that   he   finally   had…      he   had   to   be   careful.      she   was   strong   in   the   force,   but   not   stronger   than   he.      or   so   snoke   had   said,   at   least.      she   was   trained,   carefully,   by   guardians   that   held   the   old   ways.      another   intake   of   breath,   and   then   finally   he   speaks.      modulator   distorting   his   speech,   giving   it   a   robotic   edge.         

❝         finally   ,   young   princess.      we   meet   at   last.         ❞   

[the-nerd-up-north]

An old sled, rusted, and worn from the dust and use it's seen over the years, just something Tersa had found her first few weeks here. It didn't have any holes-- but the dust storms and acidic fog would soak into everything it could and corrode. She had to move quickly, the carbon tarp strapped to the top. These Blonde locks whipped in the wind after falling from inside the hood, green eyes staring at the grey swirling clouds above for a moment as she rose from Sandy Hill. Sand and dust for miles— all but a single risen structure, having been already buried by the storm that ever-presently roared in this figure’s ears. A gasp as the pressured chamber would seal, a white room as this woman brought the sled in, and a respirator pulled off as this dust is blown and sucked into the system.

~ decontamination and Filtering complete, welcome back; Technician Azerse.~

“Yeah thanks E-2, Any messages from my mother?” She looked up to the walls as she took the poncho off, and respirator, to reveal these bright orange overalls and a Violet vest that she had zipped mid-way up. Almost, a pilot’s uniform

“Ah, it does appear she had put a few more tasks on your docket, including an Engine test of your recent project.”

“Engine test? There’s not anything wrong with that thing, I double and triple-checked.”

“She thinks otherwise.” A sigh as a locker opened, a hand shoved in as hair was grabbed and woven back into a braid before leaving this white space, the distant feet of fellow soldiers pacing through as this thin-lanky figure began the arduous Journey to the port.

@waysxftheforce

[knightxren]

//Got bitten by the Star wars bug so came back to my guy. Might take some time and doll up the place. IM's are open if you want to plot something.

[amischiefofmuses]

Kylo Ren Starter Call

LIKE for a random starter or REPLY if you want me to jump into DMs to plot!

[spectoris]

FOR YOUR LOVE | KYLO REN

pairing: kylo ren x gn!reader

summary: kylo's motivations come to light

contains: rivals to lovers, canon typical violence, elements of dark romance, obsessive!kylo, slight ooc kylo (he rambles), implied jedi!reader

word count: 0.9k

a/n: sentence starter from nightprompts, inspired by the song "for your love" by maneskin

“For being someone you hate, I’m on your mind a lot.”

Your words come out through gritted teeth, more of a spit than a sentence. Every inch of your body exerts as much force it contains to hold off against the clash of colors before your squinted eyes. Heels dug into the dark soil, your frame remains stagnant despite Kylo’s imposing bruteness. The crackling red of his lightsaber fills most of your vision, swallowing the color of your blade completely whole. A hesitant gulp runs down your throat. You hate how you can feel the heat of the blades across your cheeks, even in the wintery air.

Kylo sees past your sarcastic facade; you assume he can despite the helmet that obscures his face. His breathing comes out slow but heavy, signaling his exhaustion. To credit yourself, you did put up a good fight. The large crack on the side of his helmet where part of his singed hair peeks through sits as a testament to your force. Still, you’ve strained yourself far past your limits. The adrenaline may have given you a boost before. Now you can hardly keep your legs from shaking.

Despite the close proximity of the two blades, neither of them seem to come any closer. Through your fatigue, you notice Kylo hasn’t moved. His saber may be pressed against yours, holding position, but that’s all there is to it. There’s a sudden stillness to the air, a stark contrast to the tremors of the Force surrounding you two as you fought moments before.

“You are.”

The words take a moment to settle in your ears. You blink blankly at Kylo, grip loosening around the hilt of your weapon. In the split second you let up, Kylo’s lightsaber swings to attack your legs. Instinctively, your saber comes down to block him. You notice it again, the sudden stillness, the fact that he let you defend yourself before his weapon fully came down.

“You are.”

The helmet makes Kylo’s voice come out mechanical, as if programmed by a droid. Yet you can hear the slightest hint of his own unobscured tone. Desperate, like the confession pains him. Kylo’s lightsaber reaches for your shoulder, once again slow enough for you to block. Rather than hold the position, Kylo continues to barrel his lightsaber at you. His relentless attacks drive you further back. Though each clash covers part of his speech, you still hear the words clearly.

“I hate you. I hate you. I can never escape you, no matter how far I go.”

You can’t suppress your scoff. “You, escape me? If I’m not mistaken, you’re the one who keeps coming for me. You’re the one with the army and the forces and the utter brashness to spend your resources on me, Supreme Leader.”

Your foot catches in the root of a tree, throwing you back. You brace yourself for the fall, but an invisible force keeps you upright. Looking forward, Kylo’s hand is outstretched. It quickly falls back to his side. You bring both of your hands back to the hilt of your lightsaber, holding the burning blade between the two of you. Kylo’s still burns, though he doesn’t wield it.

“Everything…All I do…is for you.”

A hot flash of anger replaces the icy chill in your spine. “What in Maker’s name are you talking about?”

“Everything! The armies, the droids, the battles—I did it all for you!” Kylo steps closer. Through the helmet, you sense his face twisted in half anger and agony. “I wanted, I needed you to rule beside me. Create an empire no one else in the galaxy could touch. You could’ve had anything you wanted. I would’ve given you everything you wanted.”

Kylo takes off his battered helmet. You want to tear your eyes away. It’d be easier to dismiss his claims as a possession of the dark side of the Force if you couldn’t sense the genuinity in his pleading eyes. The Supreme Leader has toppled out of his throne.

“Of all things,” you manage to utter, “you thought I’d want destruction?”

“Power,” Kylo spits, his typical curtness returning for a brief moment. “Even the purest of minds want power. The power to heal, the power to help.”

You shake your head no as Kylo takes more steps toward you. You push your lightsaber foward, forcing a bigger gap between you and Kylo. “I’d rather be thrown to the rancors than take anything from you.”

Kylo’s lightsaber is disarmed, now a hunk of metal in his hand. Yours continues to burn and crackle. Drive it through him. Silence him. End this now. Your hands tremble as Kylo’s wraps around them, disarming your lightsaber for you. The leather is warm to the touch, softer than you expected. You imagine your eyes to be like that of a porg’s—round, dark, and helpless. What remains of the space between you and Kylo is only a few inches that shrink with each passing second. Your nose picks up the scent of blood, fuel, and earth from his skin.

To deny the curiosity that nags at your brain is to deny the strange warmth that blooms across your skin. Both run rampant, and in Kylo’s presence only grow. The dark side of his Force coming in contact with your light side creates a dangerous thrum you feel in your veins. Both of you can sense its potential growing, and neither reject it.

“Why?” you whisper as Kylo’s forehead nearly grazes yours. “Why did you do it?”

His hand holds you steady by the nape of your neck. You gasp when he brings his lips close to your ear.

“For your love.”

a/n: this is a repost... anyway if you haven't listened to the song pls pls do it's so obsessively slutty every time i listen to it i go yes!!! this is kylo's song!!!

[ohstorm]

am i posting a starter call specifically for the muses listed below? yes. please comment asking for the muse of your choice (and specify your own muse, if you're a multi!) and i'll drop a small starter for the vibes !

kylo ren , star wars

ilyas ren , star wars (oc)

jasper whitlock , twilight

john murphy , the 100 (i write murph as a trans!guy by the way!)

wade wilson , deadpool

[nightmarefuele]

@huntershowl //starter from the Ren.

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The thing represents their blindness. It’s a transport shuttle with all its parts ungreased, all dead. They’re stunted to an old age by the remnant vistas of their power as though it still is what only was, at one prior time, advancement.

The shuttle’s present dwellers—like limbs of a breathing weapon—know steeper powers.

They don’t fear us.

That one, crawling into the recondite film of the Shadow, is Vermis; passerby, or patron, fingering into such ant-bitten places as to turn out the innermost of wounds. There are several corners here in the belly of the shuttle, which now glides over a wall like a colosseum’s cracked ring around an outfit of unlit craters—the preferential truth beneath any great rule. She keeps to one whilst bleeding over all the others, scrawling her vapors over the porthole whereon her neuranium exoskull hooks.

They don’t know us.

This muck their ship courts, well, it’s no wonder. Before long, however, the droid valet—whose likeness is man enough that he gives his unimportance away, overstrung in the spine where he pilots at deck’s fore, perhaps a serf or experiment but altogether useless to the Ren—takes them down from the murk of the stratos. The shuttle folds like an insect into a wet handhold. Into sight, they sink.

A shadow unspools from its crouch and becomes a monolith across two strides. It hangs over the half-droid’s back, and gazes out into the Dusk’s bleak quick.

A child’s eyes might see nothing. The night might have scooped out the world from beneath them, replaced it with something breathing and sick. But the monolith—Kylo, the body, the one they have already begun to call, simply, Ren—has witnessed such nothings as to lay the black beneath them naked.

“What is it?” Vermis wonders, materializing there, her voice like a hangnail throbbing.

And Ren, like the low, skulking crackle of dry bone, “An ocean.”

Within the void clutch, a mount, whose age could be any or none. Ren holds there, the city and life already forgotten as solidity drags underway, with his formless, glistening eye like a mouth roused to open.

Then, as their course shifts, “And this?”

Inorganic death, sprawling for miles across a shipyard. Those of oblique, hostile fingers slouched along a sandbed, perhaps the fortuitous shrine of some humanoid ship; or white, milky ovoids like shapeless spiders’ eggs, clusters under clusters of energy staring out from the side of a hill; and here—approaching—the formless dance of light from sources unseeable, steepling toward the great house like a thousand airborne coelenterate.

The pilot catches himself between answers. He, unlike the Ren, has never witnessed anything.

But he does now—Vermis leans around the controls, small, boneless thing that she appears to be, and settles her pin eyes deep.

“Enough.”

The eyes leap to Ren like floating red germs.

“They will show us.”

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The attendant ogles them as though they are the lucky ones.

To see inside the invisible, then, is even among their own such a privilege–and the deeper their small company wades, a dark blur encroaching on the periphery of a monument, a dome, the further the cipher appears to coil. The smell, too, emits a facade; a feat of nature, a sweet place for the sun, to enshroud what dust and depth crawl underneath.

Vermis thinks the attendant should feel lucky to keep his eyes hereafter.

Instead, once upon the iris’ vault, he halts; he holds to his silence like a celibate; he puts his back to his master’s vaulting door, and waits.

[of-wine-and-blood]

plotted starter for @everylore

kylo ren couldn't sleep. again. ever since they captured the girl (...rey...) and she escaped, he had grown restless, pacing and looking but not finding anything. it wasn't because of him not trying hard but she was always evading him, always a step ahead. and even with all the burning rage inside him—or maybe because of it—he was growing tired.

when the night came, kylo ren stared at the ceiling above his bed, his mind conjuring a picture of her there. he couldn't get her out of his head, she was always there, a reminder, a connection. his hands balled into fists as he forcibly closed his eyes. 

then he saw her, just standing there and looking at him. was it a dream? or something else? everything seemed hazy but also sharp at the same time. ❝you!❞ his own voice cried out, his hand reaching for his lightsaber. ❝rey!❞ 

[tofeelthecold]

Hit the heart of you want a starter from Kylo Ren/Ben Solo. Verse and length will vary.

[ofthestcrs]

Open Starter

Kylo's boots crunched against the snow. Perhaps a bit more loudly than he would've liked. The wind nipped at his face -- making his cheeks a rosey red. His fingers balled into fists on either side of his body as he walked when suddenly something hit across his back, causing him to freeze in place for a moment before slowly turning.

"Did you just throw a snowball at me?"

[tiredg0ds]

quick like this ( and specify muse !!! ) while i have brain power and i'll throw you a small starter under the cut are the available muses !

Atlas volturi Bellamy swan Charlie swan Edward cullen Emmett cullen Jacob black Deadpool Kylo ren john murphy

[enkisstories]

I plan to play & blog @melsie-sims bunker challenge, only instead of into a bunker my sims will go to hell. But perhaps there is still a way out?

To populate my purgatory, I need 8 characters (four starters and four later arrivals). The purpose of this poll is to determine the percentage of characters from each of my currently preferred franchises.

Keep in mind that this is strictly for evil sims. Only for Detroit I won't use the big bads, but the "b-league" of nasties.

Likely candidates:

Sims 2

PT9 Smith, Buzz Grunt, Circe Beaker, Nervous Subject, Loki Beaker

Sims 4

Max Villareal, Nancy Landgraab, Jacques Villareal, Temperace, Malcolm Landgraab, maybe the Renegades

Detroit

Daniel and Gavin are practically a given.

If Detroit gets more than two spots I'll consider Leo, Todd, Hank, North, Connor-60, Machine!Connor, Chris, John and Caroline Phillips

Star Wars

Kylo Ren, General Hux, Emperor Palpatine, assorted First Order personnel too numerous to name

[lightsiided]

“You don’t have to be scared anymore. You’re safe.”

* fluffy / reassuring starters | accepting

     despite his calming assurances, rey certainly doesn't FEEL any less scared. her heart beats quickly, pounding in her chest. she lets her eyes fall to their joined hands, where thor's thumb strokes her knuckles.

he has been so understanding. SO GENTLE. it is far more than she could have ever imagined. throughout her stilted retelling of the story he listened patiently, his face devoid of judgment. once she started talking, it had all tumbled out.

she told thor every last bit of it: coming to know ben DEEPLY, and how he had been hurt; the cold loneliness of the cave on ahch-to; fighting with luke in the rain; flying off to the supremacy...

...and everything that followed. even now, the betrayal still smarts. it is embarrassing to recall how her trust had been abused. rey knows her friends would look at her pityingly if she ever told them the TRUTH. they would call her naïve. they would remind her she should have known better than to expect anything good of kylo ren.

but thor does none of that. he seems to understand even what she doesn't say -- that being let down by ben bruised more than her ego. and he doesn't chide her for her misplaced faith. for her weakness. for her poor decision-making. all he does is remind rey her SECRETS are safe with him.

and she is so grateful.

rey struggles to swallow the lump in her throat. she can't help but to notice how good it feels to share this information with someone else. leia is the only one who knows, and relieving herself of the tremendous burden helps immensely. this is what it feels like, she realizes with a start, to have someone to truly share the emotional toll of life with. someone who wants to carry it alongside her. who isn't GOING anywhere.

"i am just... so ashamed. and worse still -- i don't think i would do anything differently. if i could. so what LESSON have i learned?" rey purses her lips, then shakes her head. "thank you for being so kind to me." even though she knows she doesn't deserve it. "i do know i don't need to be scared of sharing these things with you. rationally, of course, but... you mean a lot to me."

her voice dips into shyness at the end. she can feel her face flood with warmth. rey wonders if thor knows what an UNDERSTATEMENT it is. she is so wildly infatuated with him. she has come to rely upon his presence at her side. lately, it seems as if he is her every thought. and the tenderness he has shown her...

well, it would be impossible not to fall in love with him. she clears her throat. "so of course your opinions seem important. but you don't have to assure me. i know anything i might say is always kept SAFE with you."

@othunderous

[solocommaben]

Closed starter for @lessthantwelve

Ben sat next to Rey's bedside, the monitors hooked up to her beeping every couple of seconds indicating that she was alive. He hadn't left her side once. Not when FN 281- Finn. His name is Finn.- picked them both up in the Millennium Falcon. Not when they landed in Ajan Kloss and the medical team came for her. And not now.

They said she would wake up, but they didn't know when. Until she did, Ben refused to leave her side. He had caused so much death and destruction, hurt so many people, killed his own father and his mother in a way. A lump formed in his throat when he thought about  it. Whatever punishment they had, he deserved it and he would accept it, but not until Rey woke up. Not until he knew she was okay.

Ben was surprised no one tried to come for him now. People came, but only to check on Rey. Most of them ignored him. Dameron grunted at him. FN- Finn (he had to stop doing that!)- asked him if he wanted anything to eat. The former storm trooper was being way too nice to Ben. When he asked him why, he answered with, "Because you saved my best friend. I'll always be grateful for that."

It took everything Ben had not to throw his chair across the room and yell like he would've not so long ago after Finn left. But, that was Kylo Ren, someone he wasn't anymore. Kylo Ren was dead and he was going to stay dead. Instead he just leaned over and rubbed a hand over his face. He didn't want Finn or anyone else to be grateful to him for saving Rey. One good deed didn't absolve him of everything else he'd done. His motives for saving Rey were purely selfish. He loved her more than he would ever love anything in this life. They were a dyad in the Force. Two halves of a whole. He didn't want to live in a world where she wasn't. She was all he cared about now. Besides, it kept the guilt of everything else he'd done away.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a familiar noise or growl or whatever. Chewy. The wookie tried to kill him after he killed Han. He must've been here to finish the job. Ben was about to beg Chewy to at least wait until Rey woke up, but when he turned his head, a familiar figure stood in front of Chewy and the words died in his throat. Was that really....no. It was an illusion. Again. Like on Endor. Yet, he couldn't help croaking out:

"Dad?"