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How I would fix the Star Wars sequels. [Part 1]

I’m planning to read the old legends continuity books for the first time starting this year; so the following ideas are more based on the trilogies. But I have some idea of the sequence of events that happen in the legends continuity too, so there will be similarities.

Palpatine died in the Death Star, no cloning, no weird life support machine.

Based on the deaths of Obi Wan, Yoda, and Anakin, it looks like a requirement to become a Jedi force ghost is to accept your passing and let yourself fade in peace. But what about Sith ghosts?

Palpatine was a person who saw his carefully laid out plans come to fruition, reveling in the Empire he built for 20 years. When Luke Skywalker came to fight Vader, he still had a full proof plan. Luke would either succumb to the dark side and kill Vader, giving the Emperor a more promising prodigy, or he’d die and stop being a problem. Vader gave up all hope and was firmly under his boot for decades, he wasn’t supposed to be a risk.

But Anakin came to his senses and killed Palpatine, just when he was finally about to be rid of Skywalker. Inconceivable! Outrageous!

If a Jedi ghost is formed when one is at peace with their fate, a Sith ghost must be formed when one refuses to accept. Clinging to the mortal plane like a noxious vapor, seeking revenge or blood or power.

Palpatine died in that explosion. But his cursed soul remained, lurking around the galaxy plotting his revenge on Skywalker for thwarting him and undoing years of his work.

2. Kylo Ren needed a parent; but the adults in his life were too busy to be the parents he craved.

A rebellion’s work isn’t over just because the Emperor is dead. A power vacuum will form, people will argue over what new Government should replace the old, and how things should be run.

Kylo was force sensitive and a would be target of Han and Leah’s enemies. Sending him to the Jedi order to live with Luke seemed to be a wonderful idea at the time.

And to Luke’s credit, he was a wonderful uncle. But he was also the founding father of the new Jedi Order, someone with many responsibilities and people to look after. He loved his nephew, he did, but he couldn’t be the ideal father figure like Kylo so desperately wanted. His real parents couldn’t visit as much as they wanted.

Then the ghost of an old man arrived, A friendly old man who also knew about the force, but didn’t like uncle Luke very much. Kylo Ren was so happy to finally have a father figure all to himself, he never once questioned the old man’s intentions.

3. Palpatine’s ghost orchestrated Kylo Ren’s hatred of Luke and fall to the dark side.

Luke had sensed that something seemed off, but his vision had been clouded until the Emperor decided he was ready to strike. One can imagine the horrible panic Skywalker was thrown into when Palpatine himself appeared, threatening his nephew and then rushing towards the boy’s room.

Naturally Luke ignited his lightsaber, because he’d almost died to the Emperor’s lightening strikes once, and if any ghost could still summon them it would be the aged old monster himself.

Kylo Ren awoke, and the Emperor changed his appearance to one of a far more sane looking old man. He started accusing Luke of coming into the hut to kill Kylo, insisting the boy run away with him, promising to keep him safe.

“Search his feelings, he’s afraid of you, afraid of what you can do, Kylo! He came here to kill you!”

Skywalker would never think to kill a defenseless child, if he knew they were tempted by the dark he’d try to speak to them about it. Kylo Ren was only a child. He didn’t understand that the fear and resolve Luke was feeling was not fueled by wanting to slay him.

He was afraid of what the Emperor would do to those kids, especially his nephew. There was a difference, but those emotions were easily misread as proof that Palpatine was telling the truth.

Skywalker didn’t get a chance to reassure the poor boy and set things right. The Emperor seized his chance to cloud his senses with illusions and snatch Kylo up. Luke and the rest of the order searched and searched, but they couldn’t locate Kylo Ren.

4. Luke didn’t run away of his own volition and leave Leah to deal with a new Empire; he was exiled by the new Republic.

Losing a child who was under your care, a Senator’s child? The new Republic didn’t take kindly to that. The New Jedi Order was disbanded, and Master Skywalker was exiled despite Han and Leah’s protests.

Even when organized attacks began happening against the fledgling government, the Senate refused to lift Luke’s exile order. But his friends and former students managed to relay information to him about what was happening.

The force revealed to him that the Emperor was using Kylo and others across the galaxy to sabotage the Republic. Refusing to give the rebels what they worked so hard to create, just like he did with the Jedi Order.

Attempting to reenter society in secret, to try and work with Leah and the others failed; he had lost the trust of the wider government and they reacted with hostility when he was found out.

But, Luke also saw that the force was moving against the Emperor’s plans, and that the Jedi were not stomped out. Former pupils of his were still using the force and teaching friends and loved ones about what it was and how it works.

Master Skywalker knew that trying to sneak around the galaxy and rejoin the fight was not going to work; he would only draw attention and resources away from the problem. He wouldn’t regain the Republic’s trust by disobeying them.

But he could go to planets that were hard to find and deeply connected to the force. He could search for the forgotten relics and knowledge of the Old Jedi Order. Luke could train and meditate using old techniques.

5. Old man Skywalker.

Leah was not the only one in the galaxy pointing force sensitives towards Luke. There were many in the struggling Republic who fought to keep the ghost Emperor from grabbing back all his power, and force sensitives were no exception.

Former students of the New Jedi Order often found themselves recommending a visit to some backwater planet where Skywalker was holed up. Sometimes though, it took more than one trip, because the old master was quite a sight to behold.

These young people didn’t understand why their respected friends and mentors held the old hermit in high regard.

When one first saw Skywalker, he seemed like nothing more than a greasy, insane shut in. His robes were stained, and smelled of any number of coolants, fuels, and chemicals. He shambled around with ridiculous looking contraptions on his face and body, always made of rusty junk metal that couldn’t possibly be “tools” like he insisted.

But looks can be deceiving.

Luke Skywalker could navigate in terribly dangerous, rough terrain, places even the locals of these planets shied away from. One by one, skeptical force users followed him out into these wildernesses, not understanding where he was wandering off to or why they should follow.

You’d always be handed at least one of the blasted inventions, and no matter how much you refused and insulted the handiwork and asked why, Luke would insist you wear it. Something about you needing it. Sure old man, sure.

But once you were out in the wilderness, overwhelmed by the dark, or the stink, or the cold, or the heat, once you had to make it across a chasm or cliff, once there were animals or assassins about to attack?

Every single time, those deceptively useless looking tools would turn out to be something brilliant. They’d save you or let you progress when you never could have without them.

But then you’d realize something else; Skywalker didn’t actually have to lug that trinket around. He wasn’t wearing another one on the trip.

For example:

In the absence of the night vision goggles made of old bottles, he’d still be walking through a seemingly endless underground tunnel as if he’d gone that way his whole life and knew every cranny. With considerable more grace than you, and you have the night vision.

”How are you doing that? I was told you arrived here just a few months ago!”

”Oh I did. This is a cave I hadn’t visited yet.”

”That’s impossible.”

”I’m using the force to sense what’s ahead. You’d be surprised how much you can see that way.”

”… Why’d you make the goggles then?”

“Well for one thing, I like to tinker. It can get a little boring being in exile, when I don’t have a project.”

“What sort of project?”

Luke Skywalker did appear to be a crazy old man who liked to play with random scrap; but in reality he was a walking library of all things related to the Jedi. He taught countless new people how to be Jedi and sent them away with relics and texts to share and cherish.

But even though those 14 years of exile were helping his friends and bringing about a new Jedi Order successfully, there was something else Skywalker wanted.

He wanted to save Kylo Ren. But the boy was scarred for life and Luke knew in his heart that Palpatine had been poisoning his mind with lies. Especially since the Jedi were still growing in number and he was still alive.

The students always had the understandable idea of facing Kylo in battle, but they didn’t believe he could be saved. Oftentimes, Luke Skywalker felt like he was the only Jedi in the galaxy who believed a Sith could be reformed. It had always felt that way, even with Obi Wan and Yoda.

He was looking for someone who did want to reach out to Kylo Ren, someone who would try to get him away from the Emperor’s lies and put an end to the uprisings peacefully. If he could have done it himself, he would have. But Kylo still believed that his uncle wanted him dead, and that if he came back they’d have to fight to the death.

[ostolero]

Mirroring Sheev's Plan by Sullivan

Performed by Austin Walker on AMCA

(originally posted on Cohost)

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Sheev's Plan:

get elected to senate for naboo

start new sith order

work republic and separatists against each other. recruit evil guy to lead separatists.

(this jedi kid is wicked strong!)

get jedi in deep with clone army. (save some clone jars for later? just in case...)

PIVOT: Make the jedi kid evil. dont need separatist guy anymore. got a new evil guy.

make my evil guy kill his jedi pals when they come to arrest me. ill finish em off with my lightning attack

(fucking guy used his sword to bounce my lightning back at me! honestly my fault. takes a minute for the lightning to wind down and he got my ass on the bounce. fair play. now i look like a leather couch but its fine. can blame jedi for THAT too)

Use the clones to kill the jedi, have my evil guy kill the seperatists, keep the army, spin into empire

GALAXY NOW UNDER MY CONTROL

chill as emperor for a while. humiliate Vader for a laugh. make death star.

Endgame achieved.

(Vader's kid blows up my death star)

PIVOT: get new young apprentice by turning him evil once he kills his dad, or maybe make Vader cooler by making him kill his gay son. either way its a win-win for me.

(thrown down hole and killed.)

PIVOT: good thing i kept those clone jars!! make new clone body to inhabit. takes time to get right. need something to do until then

build enormous fleet of big spaceships, each with their own super death star laser. keep em on the down low... why use em? they lose half the value as soon as you fly them off the lot

(clone son betrays me but its no biggie. its fine. have loads of clones at this point. whats one clone son?)

create a DECOY fascist empire. put one of my weirder clones in charge. Not giving them any of my ships though. can build his own shit. dont look at me. get a bank loan

let failed clone recruit vaders grandson (will explain why later) let those guys take over the galaxy with a different super death star. assume they built this one themselves. very cute!

GALAXY NOW UNDER MY CONTROL

(only via proxy tho. not done yet)

let(??) vaders grandson ("ben"?? ok) usurp failed clone and rule galaxy. wants to “kill the past” but whatever. can still make this work. NEED to keep this kid in the mix (will make sense when we get there)

drop the big news. Im not dead! Fortnite. awesome moment.

lead kylo ren to my base using complex scavenger hunt. puzzle knife.

tell him he’s always actually worked for me. big reveal. big moment. He's my lackey now. a little traitorous and unreliable, but this will pay off later trust me

use death star ships to take over galaxy even more

GALAXY NOW UNDER MY CONTROL

(awesome... but not enough. something missing)

let kylo ren lead clone granddaughter to home base using complex scavenger hunt. Puzzle Knife cool enough idea to do twice i think

taunt granddaughter into killing me so i can possess her un-janked body. All part of my grand scheme...

Endgame achieved. (??)

(kylo ren betrays me)

PIVOT: Possession stupid plan anyway. Instead, use ben and reys Horny Essence to make my nasty old body normal again.

throw ben in hole (grandson purpose revealed)

destroy resistance with lightning powers. shooting spaceships down with magic lightning basically a solved problem at this point.

GALAXY NOW UNDER MY CONTROL

kill the granddaughter actually. dont need her anymore. lightning powers classic for a reason.

ive got this thing in the bag as long as she doesn't bounce the lightning back at me off her fucking laser sword.

Endgame achieved.

[rynwritesstuff]

Nosferatu - Kylo Ren x Reader

Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, PIV sex, blood-sucking, brief mention of death, and a deep eternal bond between Reader and Kylo (duh)

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: You and a mysterious man - or creature - from beyond share a passionate, lustful evening together. (Heavily inspired by Nosferatu)

“Come to me.”

Thunder claps and booms outside. The rain falls, heavy as hooves against a paved road. Midnight approaches, a massive and dark blanket falling over the town. The window of your bedroom is open, your arms outstretched as if to say: I am here. I am open. I am ready.

Ready, you are, for whatever he may give you tonight. You ache for it, long for it like a man starved and thirsty. Many a time you have gotten drunk off of his touch, and you picture him now, above you with wide eyes like a beast in the night who has caught his prey. His hair, long and dark and wavy – like a black halo around his pale face. His eyes, brown and unshining as they stare into yours. His nose, his cheeks, his forehead – unflushed and white yet still so touchable, so easy to need. 

He is not always nude when he comes to you, but whenever he seems to be, it is something that you savor. You remember the taste of him and bring two of your own fingers to your mouth. You rest them on your tongue. They are heavy when you press down, and your lips close around them. You hunger for him, for the way he makes you feel. What you wouldn’t give, now, to feel those large, cold hands on your breasts, on your cheeks, around your throat . . .

The lawn in the back of the home is well-manicured, trimmed to perfection, but the wind blows leaves and flowers to and fro across it. There is a fountain in the center of the green grass. Rose bushes surround it on both sides, and as you open your eyes and stare out into the wet night, you feel it – you feel him. 

His presence washes over you suddenly, so suddenly that you gasp for breath and pull your fingers from your mouth. Sweet air rushes into your lungs, and a chill runs down your back. However cold it may be, though, it does not diminish the heat between your thighs. The knowledge that he is here, that he sees you . . . It is enough to make your core flood. 

Tree branches scrape against the side of the house angrily, but you pay them no mind. He is here. Here. 

Your Kylo Ren.

The ground is wet and cold beneath you. How you got here, you aren’t sure. Your nightgown sticks to you as rain pours from the Heavens. He is coming. You press your hands against the grass as rain water soaks into your clothing from the ground. Your hand moves down your body; over your throat, over your breasts, down your stomach–

He is on you. You gasp, eyes wide with terror and arousal. Kylo Ren’s bare, cold body straddles yours, and when you try to move your hand, you realize that he has you in his grasp. 

“You are not for the living,” comes his deep voice. Your breath hitches as Kylo presses his hands against your thighs. He slides his hands up, up, up, and with his movement, your nightgown slides up as well. “You are not for humankind.”

Your bottom lip trembles. 

What an endeavor this is. What sin, what joy. What luck it is that you have this at all. You hardly feel the rain against your face, now. It seems to no longer touch you now that Kylo has thrust himself upon you. You bring your hands up to touch his cheeks. He lets you. 

“Kylo,” you breathe, voice barely audible above the thunder and lightning in the sky. If someone in the house were to look out into the yard, they would hardly see you. The rainfall is too persistent and steadfast for much to be visible through it. You are alone with Kylo Ren, alone amongst the dirt and grass and flowers. 

His tip presses against your core – when did you spread your legs? – and you gasp again, head falling back. His hand comes to rest on your jaw. He holds you there as he presses in. You groan in pleasure, nipples hard from the freezing rain and the pleasure of it all. This is filthy, you know it. You are hardly sure if it’s real or if it’s simply a fantasy you’ve made up for yourself to lessen the pain of being alone, but God, if this is what gets you sent down to the Devil, then perhaps you’ll die pleased. Why see Heaven if erotic pleasures such as this cannot take place?  This is worth it. This is worth everything. 

“Kylo . . .” you moan as his body rocks above you. His hand slides from your jaw to your throat. He squeezes, and hazily, you groan again. Never have you ever felt so full, so complete. The Earth falls away from you. Are you floating, or just imagining it? Is Kylo real, or just a manifestation of all the dirty things you yearn for? 

Oh, what silly questions. None of it matters. Not really. Not now, when his cock is deep inside of you. Dirt stains you – your nightgown, your skin, your hair – But no part of you cares. Perhaps this is what it is like to be buried, you think between thrusts. Heavy. Wet. Cold. Suffocating. Delicious.

Life, powerful and strange, seems to find a way. You hope that when you die, it will not be frightening. You reach up and cling to Kylo, taking handfuls of his dark curls as he grunts above you. 

“Please,” you sob. “Please . . .”

“You shall be one with me ever-eternally,” Kylo tells you. Your heart swells. He needs you. You are his affliction. What good is a man without a woman? What needs are met? What joys are felt? What is the meaning of anything if Kylo Ren doesn’t have you? “Do you swear it?”

You pull at his hair. You need him. Whatever he will give tonight, you need it now. White hot pleasure fills you. You scream, but the thunder swallows it. He fills you, and the feeling of it makes your body lurch. His hands grip your breasts as you push your chest up. 

“Do you swear it?” Kylo demands again. You feel as if your eyes have opened. Was there a time before him? Does any other man exist? You offer up your chest even further, and he rips open the front of your nightgown. 

“I swear it,” you sigh. Kylo presses his face against the center of your chest, mouth open, and deep down you must know what is coming, because you run your fingers through his hair and pull him closer. 

“My dearest love . . . I swear it.”

Teeth sink into your skin, and you gasp sharply as tears fill your eyes. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Your head is light, your body is numb. You moan softly as he pulls away and looks down at you. His hand goes to your cheek and wipes away the tears and raindrops. 

“You cannot love,” you breathe. A realization, a prayer. Kylo’s mouth presses against yours firmly. You can taste your blood, metallic and warm against the coldness of him. Perhaps this is not a dream . . . 

“I cannot,” he says. “Yet, I cannot be sated without you.”

You look into his eyes and hold his cheek. You believe him. A scar runs down the side of his face, and you wonder just how long it has been since this scar was fresh. Somehow, you cannot bring yourself to care about whatever the answer may be. 

“I am yours, just as you are mine,” you say, nodding. Kylo kisses you once more. You close your eyes. The rain is falling against your face again, sharp and chilled. You feel as if you sink against the ground, falling further into the grass. You open your eyes and see nothing but the fountain, the rose bushes, the leaf-strewn lawn. You sit up, soaked from the storm, your heart pounding against your chest. 

Your chest. You look down. Yes, your nightgown is still torn open. Yes, your skin has been punctured by teeth that must have been hungry and ready. 

Oh, yes, it was real.

Tagging a few vampire-loving friends: @safarigirlsp @babbushka @mrs-gucci

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rynwritesstuff, 2025

[jinx-xxed]

Protected

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A/N; I love characters protecting their too-stubborn partners

Part of Written in the Stars

Summary; Kylo Ren does the worst thing imaginable in order to save you—he forces you off the battlefield.

Content; Angst to fluff, Supreme Leader Kylo, Commander Reader, original characters, bonded to Kylo through the Force, reader gets seriously injured, very protective Kylo, Kylo doesn’t want you to die, Kylo’s scared of losing you, and you’re scared of losing him, mention of Kylo dual wielding after he takes your lightsaber (he’s crazy), battlefield Kylo (my favorite), reader gets sentenced to the infirmary, talking about feelings, cuddling

Wc; 2.4k

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“You can’t do this!”

Your boots slip in the mud as you’re dragged backwards, you struggle against the hands that hold you. Rain pelts your body, drenches the entire battlefield, is illuminated in its fall to the ground by the ship headlights. Your infuriated gaze is stuck on the man before you; dressed in black, form eerily illuminated by the crackling red light of his saber and the blue undertones of the world around you. The silver around the visor in his mask seems to absorb the fluorescent lights of the ship, reflecting them back towards you. His steps sink into the skid marks you’ve left in the mud, walking in front of you in stride with your restrainers.

“Let me go!” You yell, thrashing as best you can, ignoring the screaming agony reverberating through your left side, hisses spat from between your teeth. You try with everything in you to free yourself from the members of your personal fleet that have a hold of you—Eera, Chief, and Rankou—your own comrades being used against you to keep you down. You’d expect your authority over them to work in your favor and for them to release you but considering the order came from Kylo, you’re sorely overruled.

“This is for your own good!” Chief says over the rain and thunderous noise of the battle happening just beyond the mountains that surround you all in this hidden alcove. She grunts as your elbow manages to fly back and hit her side, though her grip doesn’t budge.

“I can still fight! You can’t send me away like this!” You shout. Your captors pause briefly, allowing you to fall to your knees, mud and freezing cold water soaking into your clothes, chilling your war-heated body. Your chest heaves, puffs of your breath visible in the air. Every inhale hurts, every twitch of muscle aches and sends lightning bolts of pain across your limbs.

“I can, and I will.” Kylo says definitively, voice spat through the vocoder within his helmet. “You’re injured and in no state to be on a battlefield.”

“Bullshit, so are you!” You snarl, giving one last thrash of your arms, your strength already weakening. Your anger explodes, and you know he feels it along the bond you share. He can probably taste it in his mouth. It’s like he’s undermining you, underestimating your ability to fight right alongside him. But beyond that, you’re angry at him for making you leave him here alone. This fight is not easy, and it will continue to get harder, and he’s sending you away to deal with it on his own. Sure, he has the soldiers, but they’re just fodder in your eyes. He’s the one your enemies are after, he’s the one at the forefront, he’s the one who takes the brunt of it all. And you’re supposed to be there to be his shield. Sword and shield, that’s what you two are.

His own emotions along the bond come forward to combat yours, clashing in a similar fashion to the way lightsabers might. His are born from concern, for a need to protect you after he saw you be a direct victim of an explosion, after he had to drag your half-concious form off the field while your blood created a trail along the ground.

Your left side remains gaping still, red mixing with the rain and being washed away. It stings, it hurts like hell, but it still hurts less than being forced to leave him.

“Mine are minor. You will die if you stay out here.” He says. His injuries are a few mere scratches and wounds from blasters grazing his arms, nothing nearly as severe as your own. Your struggling has made it worse, torn it further at the edges, caused more blood to spill. He sees as such, and his disapproval is palpable. “You need to leave.”

You begin to get pulled again. The ramp to the ship is less than a foot away. “No! No, no, you can’t! Ren, you bastard!” You scream. You spit, you curse, you snarl—you act like a raging, rabid animal. In your flailing attempts at freedom, your lightsaber comes loose of its place on your belt, audibly falling into the mud. Theres a brief second where everything seems to freeze as your eyes land on it, and so do Kylo’s, his thought process easily following your own. You both go for it at the same time, both reaching out for it desperately with the Force, eager to be the first to grab it. Since it’s your own weapon, naturally it should have more affinity towards you and you feel that invisible grip on it, but in your weakened state, Kylo overpowers you with infuriating ease and it feels like he shoves you aside to take over. He yanks it from your grip as you yell, the metal handle flying into his outstretched hand and well away from you.

“No! Give that back!” You demand. It’s your own damn lightsaber, he has no right-

He clips it onto his belt, safely out of your reach. “I’ll give it back once this is done.” He then closes the distance between you at last, his gloved hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb wiping away a raindrop that falls from your eyelashes. He leans forward, presses the cold muzzle of his helmet against your forehead as if to kiss you. His voice is low when he says, “I’ll find you again. I promise.”

You feel a pull against your mind, a tug in the direction you were already heading. It’s supposed to be simple like falling asleep but it feels more like getting the floor ripped out from under you. Kylo uses his ability to lull you into unconsciousness, taking advantage of your waning strength and sucking away more of it to make you less of a difficulty for the rest of them. Darkness swims at the edges of your vision, your body goes slack and your head lolls.

He straightens, looking to the Fleet members who hold you. “Get her on that ship and get her out of here.” His order is final, and then you can just barely see him as he walks away, his black-robed form swimming and blending in with the world around him.

“N-no, no…” Emotion cracks your voice, tears mix with the rain until they’re indistinguishable. You don’t know if the tears are from your own fear or your anger or both. You feel your comrades pull you onto the ship like it’s secondary, like it’s happening to someone who isn’t you. You feel the ramp close and the engines come to life. You feel a final despair as you’re taken into the warm embrace of the darkness.

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The door to your infirmary room opens. It’s followed by the familiar thudding of boots, the swish of a cape, until it all stops and Kylo stands next to your bed. Your back is turned to him, body curled up as best it can be without irritating the wounds wrapped in generous gauze. Your shoulders hunch as you feel him staring, you curl up just a bit tighter. Your stubborn attitude keeps you from facing him, so you ignore him in a futile attempt at pretending he’s not there. It’s an impossible task when his presence is so obvious and imposing, especially when you’re bonded to him.

“Love,” he says after a moment; his helmet is off, his voice clear. He waits another moment, silence stretching between you both. “Look at me.”

As much as you want to keep being stubborn, you can’t ignore the relief you feel at having him there, knowing he’s okay after not seeing him for four days—even if you were unconscious for half of that. You roll over, meeting his gaze at last. His face visibly softens when he can look at you and he sets his helmet that had been tucked under his arm aside. He settles himself on the edge of the bed next to you, making a significant dip that has you sliding closer to him. Kylo reaches forward to brush the backs of his gloved fingers against your cheek, then holding his hand there and leaning to kiss you. It’s gentle and easy against your lips, more of a greeting than anything. He pulls away and his eyes fall towards the bandages covering the entirety of your left side, visible beneath the tank top you wear. A healthy amount of bacta is smeared along the gauze, already fully healing a majority of your injuries.

His attention doesn’t lift from them as he says, “the battle was won.”

“I expected no less.” You reply with nothing but honesty. Your victories are almost always assured, your enemies being no match for the First Order. Though of course, some are harder to win than others.

There’s another silence between you as he idly runs his thumb along the back of your hand. He’s considering his next words, thinking of what to say. You get the general sense of his concentration along your connection, mixed with the colors of muddy blue and purple and gray—colors of uncertainty. “I’m sorry for what I did.” He says finally. An apology was not what you were expecting to hear from him, but it’s welcome nonetheless. Apologies from him are always rare, and it’s clear this one still took him a good amount of effort.

Your chin dips in the slightest hint of a nod, a sigh blowing through your nose. “We’re supposed to be partners. We fight together.” You say. “I could’ve done more.”

His free hand clenches into a fist. “I did what I had to to save you. I was not going to let you die trying to protect me.” He says roughly. “When I saw that explosion hit you I… you have no idea what that did to me. You were barely conscious, I thought that you…” He cuts himself off, his jaw clenching at the memory. You have a faint recollection of the emotion you’d felt from him in that moment, so fierce and clear along the bond that you could still feel it even in your state. He was beyond furious, ready to kill each and every last person who harmed you, to unleash infinite hells upon the enemy forces. But above all, he was scared. He was terrified that he was going to lose you as he watched your blood seep out in a steady stream, mixing with the mud beneath you.

You take his hand into your own, drawing him out of the dark cloud he stuck himself into. “I know. I know you were just protecting me. It’s just hard to accept that when your entire life has been dedicated to being a war commander. You never want to get taken off the field.” His hand is warm, blissfully so against your cold ones. The leather of his gloves is familiar. “Thank you.”

You can tell he’s not sure how to take being thanked, he never has been, so he changes the subject. “How are your injuries?”

“They’re better, almost fully healed. It’s just some of the major ones that need more time, perhaps another day, the medics said. Not sure what the scarring situation may look like.” You say, pondering the idea. You received severe burns and cuts from shrapnel, but the bacta is quick to reverse damage, so who knows if you’ll sustain any reminders of the wounds at all. “What about yours?”

He shakes his head. “They were nothing to be concerned about. A touch of bacta on the worst of them and I’m fine.”

“That’s good to hear.” You say with a small smile. It seems neither of you can ever come out of a battle uninjured.

He reaches over to his belt, unclipping a familiar item and depositing it into your hands. “Here, as promised.” You stare at your lightsaber handle, feeling that sturdy weight and all the different notches and engravings. It feels like an old friend, a companion through thick and thin. However, embedded into that metal is something else, a recent memory that doesn’t belong to you. A brief scene flashes through your mind, of hands that aren’t yours gripping the saber, both ends ablaze with red fury, twisting and thrashing it.

You look up at Kylo, astonishment clear on your face. “You used my lightsaber? I can’t believe you.” You say teasingly, raising a brow. He avoids your gaze, seemingly embarrassed to admit anything. You chuckle. “So, how was it?”

“It was… fine.” He bites the words out before he composes himself. “I can see why it requires such skill to handle one like yours. Your abilities are impressive.”

You smile again. “Thanks. I’m glad you didn’t hurt yourself with it.” He rolls his eyes at that and you laugh as you set your lightsaber safely aside.

When you do, your eyes catch on the clock positioned on the wall that reads how late it is. The crew of the Steadfast is probably preparing to power down for the night and those taking the night patrols are getting ready for their shifts. You tap your fingers in thought, debating what you want to ask instead of just saying it like a wimp.

“I’ll stay here with you.” Kylo says, before you can manage to get it out. He saw the question formulating in your mind, felt the desire for him to keep close. He doesn’t want to leave you either.

“Are you sure? It’s a tight fit.” You point out. “I understand if you’d rather sleep in your own bed.” The infirmary beds are always small, sometimes even smaller than standard dorm beds, though this one is a just a tad bigger than usual because you’re the one sleeping in it. Sometimes your status can be useful.

“Of course I’m sure.” He responds, like it’s the easiest decision in the world.

You scoot over to make as much room as you can for his hulking form. Kylo gets in behind you after kicking his boots off, about an inch away from falling off the bed, and pulls you close. He’s so very careful of your injuries, his arms snug around your body, his face buried in the crook of your neck. His steady breathing tickles your skin and his warmth bleeds into you, chasing away the chill of the infirmary as the lights dim to darkness.

The bond between you becomes relaxed, producing a mixture of warm colors and happy feelings that’s cultivated easily by the two of you in your state of peace as sleep is quick to claim you both.

[ivystoryweaver]

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[echoingbirdsofprey]

Lightning On My Lips (Every Time You Kiss Me)

30 - Know You're Worried At Night

Pairing: Tyler Owens x OFC Georgia Tennley-Owens

Rating: Explicit (MDNI!)

Warnings: Nothing spectacular except the swearing and some angstiness

A/N: This is just Tyler and Gee being sad about not being together lol. And a fun surprise at the end, make sure you read the label on it!!!

As always I appreciate y'all reading, commenting, reblogging, etc. Y'all are the best! Thank you! <3

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Tyler awoke to a flurry of notifications and Grits barking at him, poking him with his nose. He unfurled his arms from his chest and grabbed the phone, fumbling to slide the green phone over to answer it. 

“Hello?” He rasped as he picked up the call. He could hear distant barking at the other end of the line. 

“Tyler where are you? Boone couldn't get you. You weren't picking up.” It was Georgia, and she sounded only slightly panicked. 

“Sorry. I pulled over and fell asleep.” He yawned and Grits went to lick the inside of his mouth, but Tyler pushed the dog away gently. “Dude gross, you lick your own ass...I love you buddy, but come on.”

“He probably says the same about you...I've seen the human lick the other human between her legs.” Georgia had a short chuckle and then stopped. “Did you have the augers down?”

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck. I'm sorry. Holy shit you called me four times? I'm so sorry, Gee. I was just tired from drivin’ all night. Thought I texted Booney but it didn't go through. I'll call him in a few. Are you doin’ okay? How's Jaycen? How're the twins?” Tyler's apology and questions came rapid fire, his thoughts racing as he tried to figure out where he was again. Somewhere around Ravenden, Arkansas, he remembered.

“Jaycen is asleep, still. I went out to feed.” She murmured as he could hear grain whooshing out of buckets quickly. 

“You shouldn't be doin' that. Where's Dustin?” Tyler's tone grew stern and before he could argue more, she cut him off.

“He's helpin’ me. I'm just dumping grain. Still under my liftin’ limit. Have some early lessons, then I'll rest. Pancake and Waffles are keepin’ a close eye on me too.” She said, as Twist reached over the stall door and nudged her softly. 

“As long as you're careful darlin’.” Tyler said, adjusting in his seat. He stretched his legs, realizing he'd kicked his boots off. He'd drive without them for now to meet Boone.

“I am. I promise. And the twins are fine. All quiet for now.” Georgia said, running a hand over her fast growing belly. She smiled. “I already miss you.”

“God, I miss you too, Gee.”

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Georgia sat atop Rascal, glancing down at her belly. She patted the gelding on his neck, thankful for Tyler’s huge rope saddle. It was the only thing she fit comfortably in without it pressing on her stomach, which would effectively press on her bladder. 

“The two of you are killin’ me with the pee breaks.” She joked, running her fingers over her stomach, Rascal pricking his ears back and forth. She draped the reins over his neck and the two blue heelers raised their heads from their spot in the middle of the ring. Dustin was just in the barn and Ophelia and Lennon had come to ride, taking Frog and Kylo out for a well deserved ride around the property. Georgia glanced out toward the back forty, rubbing Rascal on his withers as she spoke softly to him. “I want to go visit Wilene...I know we shouldn’t though. I just want Ty home...” 

She felt tears well in her eyes and she dropped her head, blinking them away as she let Rascal’s rhythmic, swinging walk sooth her sore muscles. She always felt better after she rode, even if it was only for a few minutes. Sitting in the saddle temporarily dulled the ache in her bones, and the one in her heart, missing her husband.

Her husband. She still couldn’t believe that some days. After everything she’d put him through, and everything he went through with his injury, she still couldn’t believe that he’d take her back. It wasn’t just that though. Tyler had taken her back so willingly because there had never been anyone else for him. There would never be. Somehow from the day they met, Tyler had known Georgia was his. He couldn’t place a finger on it, but he just knew. In his heart, in his mind, in every fiber of his being, Georgia was and would always be his, and his alone. 

She rubbed along Rascal’s neck, under his mane and he shook it out after, making Georgia laugh. She surveyed the open expanse of the property, remembering all the times, in the short span that they were together before, that she and Tyler had been there. Her mother had been so open to Tyler being there, so willing and okay with letting him into their life. Maybe Eleanor knew that one day, Tyler would marry her daughter, and she had been giving him every chance to prove himself. She steered the gelding toward the open gate, making a kissing sound to call the two cattle dogs. They came bounding toward Rascal, but slowed up, careful to not scare him, even though he was pretty damn bombproof.

She looped the reins and guided him down the path toward the back of the property. She wanted to see Wilene’s grave, even though she shouldn’t. She let Dustin know where she was headed with a text, and headed off, both dogs flanking her. 

The sun was shining and it was fairly warm out, but Georgia still wore Tyler’s ratty old sweatshirt, the one she’d kept all those years. She remembered when he first gave it to her, when she lost it the first time, he found it again, and then when she threw it in the back of her truck, leaving it to settle in a ball until she’d cleaned it out for Kasey and Cory to join her. The sweatshirt was old, grey, and the fabric had thinned after many washes and wears, but it was comfortable to Georgia. It still faintly smelled like him all these years down the line. Tyler had sweat in it, left it to marinate and soak his scent deep into the fibers. He’d even bled in it, a long line of red down the right arm, now stained faintly brown. That old sweatshirt was the only piece of Tyler that she had at the moment and it gave Georgia peace, knowing that while he had to be out there for the channel, he would always and forever, come back home to her. But then she paused, her thinking askew. It wasn’t the only piece she had of him. There were three of those, one currently sleeping sound as could be in his crib in the house, and the other two, still growing, and growing rapidly every single day.

When Georgia and the dogs arrived at Wilene’s burial site, she sat for a moment, relaxing in the saddle. The dog’s flanked Rascal, quietly laying at his feet. Rascal swished his tail and cocked a hip. She remembered all the good times she had with the mare. And she remembered what Tyler had to do for the mare, in her moment of need. Tyler did it for not only the mare, but for Georgia too. He did it so she wouldn’t have to carry that around with her. 

Tyler did things for her that she could never ask for, but he did them without question. Tyler permeated every piece of her life and she was ever thankful for that. She didn’t know who or what she would be without him. Even though he wasn’t there, she could feel him. She could feel him in the gentle breeze that was beginning to pick up with the storm rolling in from the east. She could feel him in the rustle of the leaves and the softness of Rascal’s coat. She could almost feel his arms around her and when she closed her eyes she could see him, the soft sage green staring down at her with reverence, with steadiness, with admiration. She could feel his love all around her and it was as warm as the summer sun, and as comfortable as the roaring fire in the winter. 

She missed him fiercely, but she knew he would be back in no time. He may be out of her arms for a short time, but he was never, never out of her heart. 

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Tyler gazed up at the mesocyclone that was forming in the field just south of their position. He hung his arm out the window of his truck, Grits resting his chin on that arm. The distant sound of thunder rumbling unsettled the brave dog, only for a moment. The lightning flashes were bright, even in the afternoon light. Not only were they watching this system, but he was keeping a close eye on a system barreling through at home in Stillwater. There was always the possibility of a tornado and that made Tyler’s heart skip and jump with worry for Georgia. He knew that she knew exactly what to do, and he knew she would get to the storm shelter if needed, but he was still concerned. Because he wasn’t there. 

Anxiety bubbled up in Tyler’s chest the more he thought about it, and Boone could tell his friend was in emotional turmoil. He stepped out of the truck, his hands meeting his hips. Grits stayed on the driver’s side, sitting quietly on the seat, waiting for Tyler to give him the okay to get out. He wasn’t going to because they were near a highway and it was too busy with people speeding by. Tyler scratched his beard nervously and Boone watched for a moment more before deciding to say something.

“Hey, if you need to call her, then call her. It’s only gonna make you feel worse if you don’t.” Boone said, clapping a hand on Tyler’s shoulder. He nodded and slid back into the truck and pressed himself back against the seat. 

He pressed the phone button and selected ‘Georgia Peach 🍑’ and pushed call. It rang a few times before he heard her pick up.

“Hi Arkansas, what’s up?” She asked and Tyler’s heart immediately slowed and filled with warmth. He breathed a sigh of relief.

“Just seein’ what the weather is like down there?” He asked, trying to not sound panicky but Georgia could pick it out of his voice immediately.

“We’re okay. Dustin helped me get the horses locked in. Lightnin’ is pretty bad and they said there may have been slight rotation just north of us, but it's movin’ quick. The thunder woke Jaycen up. He’s been cryin’ on and off, but we’re okay. I know he’s just scared.”

“Are you scared? Do I need to...”

“No. You don’t need to come home. I’m okay, Tyler. Let me put you on speaker. I think it’ll help Jaycen feel better. Say hi.” Georgia said, Tyler noticing that her voice was in fact, steady. He couldn't believe how naturally she'd stepped into being a mother. He couldn't wait until these kids were grown. 

“Hey Jaycen, buddy. Daddy’s gonna be home soon, okay? Just got some storms to chase and then I’ll be home.” Tyler said through the line, and Georgia almost felt like it was meant for her too. She knew he’d be home in less than a week, but the worry she had for him didn’t lessen any. She felt Jaycen stop squirming though as soon as he heard Tyler’s voice.

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(Flash FORWARD, Jaycen’s 13th birthday)

Tyler ruffled his son’s hair as he walked past him in the garage. Jaycen reached up and swatted at his father’s hand, missing by inches. He was almost Tyler’s height. The top of his head reached Tyler’s shoulders and the boy was lanky as sin, but could still wrestle Tyler to the ground, and he’d even taken a crack at his Uncle Jake once or twice, but that ended swiftly in defeat.

“Your uncle was supposed to be here by now. We might have to leave without him.” Tyler said, fixing the mirrors on the truck, and glancing at Jaycen who had knelt down to grab the bag of tools that they had been using. 

“No! What the fuck! We can’t go without Uncle Jake!” Jaycen huffed in frustration and Tyler whipped around.

“HEY!” Tyler boomed, making Jaycen flinch. He knew immediately what he had done and he apologized.

“Sorry.” Jaycen shrunk back slightly. Tyler had never laid a hand on any of his children, but the sternness in his voice was enough to make them all rethink a bad decision, no matter how small. Swearing was a big no, especially around the house, and until they were all older. Tyler didn’t want them getting in trouble at school for that.

“I swear to God, boy. If I didn’t love you so damn much, I’d wring yur neck.” Tyler gritted through his teeth, and jokingly grabbed Jaycen by his shoulders and shook him like he’d done a hundred times before, making the teenager laugh. Tyler pulled him into a hug then and whispered to him. “Happy birthday, bud.”

“Thanks, Pops. Uh, are we bringing Grits too?” Jaycen asked, as they packed up the rest of what they needed in the truck, including Grits’ dog bed, which Tyler placed in the backseat. The dog ambled in, his muzzle going white from old age. He was a ripe thirteen now, but could still get around pretty good. He just needed some help in and out of the truck, which Tyler was happy to assist.

“Course we are. That dog will go on chases ‘til the day he dies.” Tyler mused, picking the red dog up and placing him in the backseat. Tyler motioned for Jaycen to get in the passenger side. He went to climb in the back and Tyler stopped him.

“It’s your birthday. You’re ridin’ in the front with me.” Tyler said, as he climbed into the driver’s side. Jaycen’s face lit up with excitement and the boy stumbled as he hopped into the passenger side. Tyler roared with laughter and Grits barked excitedly from his comfortable spot as Jaycen sheepishly settled into the seat. He glanced over at his father, who was doubled over, and it made him break out into a fit of laughter too. As they calmed down, they saw Jake’s rental truck coming down the driveway. Tyler started Ole Red, pressing on the gas and letting it roll out of the garage. He let it rumble right to the front bumper of Jake’s truck, only inches away, just as he was stepping down out of it.

“Hey, watch that shit! It’s not mine!” Jake yelled, running around the back of the truck as Tyler put his in park. Even though they were almost in their forties, they still acted like they were twenty with nothing to lose and not a worry in the world. Jake grabbed Tyler’s collar through the window, tugging playfully. “Gimme a kiss bro!” 

“On the lips? I can’t, I’m married.” Tyler grabbed Jake’s forearm, pressed a kiss to his other hand and then smacked Jake’s cheek lightly. His son, Theo, had exited the vehicle moments after the exchange and ran to the passenger side, reaching in to fist bump Jaycen. The two boys did their signature handshake, a fist bump, the Tornado Wrangler finger twirl, and then they grabbed each other’s forearms. Theo was similar in build, but a little thicker, just like his father. He, unlike Jaycen, had a clean hair cut, a dark brown version of his Jake’s. Theo was also like Jake, in that he was an absolute hellion. 

“Aright, we gotta go! Booney just texted me, we got a tornado to catch!” Tyler patted Jake on the shoulder before he hopped down. He climbed into the backseat after Theo, who sat next to Grits. The red dog sat up and put his paw on Theo’s lap, asking for scratches, to which Theo obliged. The boys waved to Sam and Georgia, who had settled on the porch. The other kids were all inside with Kenny and Jeanie getting the house ready for when the boys came home.

Tyler pushed the truck hard down the highway, getting updates from Boone on the path of the storm. It was just north of Stillwater, perfect placement for a birthday chase. If this went well, Tyler wanted to do this for each kid as they reached their thirteenth birthday, if they wanted to go on a chase. He knew Janie might be the only one who wouldn’t be interested, but they had something special for her planned anyway. 

Tyler didn’t want to stop the truck for pictures as they got closer, only because the data suggested that the tornado that was inside the rain curtain that they were about to hit was not going to last long. Boone continued to text him updates from the other side of the storm cell, letting him know the rain that it was wrapped in was dissipating the closer they drove to the front of it. 

And just as Ole Red broke free of the soaking rain, everyone inside glanced over to their left of the road they were on. 

“You ready?” Tyler asked, glancing at his son. Jaycen nodded, leaning over the center console as Tyler began to let up on the gas. Jaycen’s eyes went wide as he watched the funnel begin to lower from the sky above and the wind roared around them.

“Harnesses on, boys!”

[raleighrador]

Torturing myself with ways Disney changed Star Wars - Violence & Strength part 2

A further follow to this https://www.tumblr.com/raleighrador/774909537693171712/a-final-thought-to-add-here-my-belief-is-that?source=share

If you like the sequels and specifically like Rey, you may want to skip this post. As a character I think she - as might be expected from the face of the sequel trilogy - is the purist distillation of how Disney fundamentally changed the narrative role of strength and violence, and power more generally.

I also think this broadly makes for an uninteresting character that has limited efficacy as part of a story, and is almost purely a marketing/fan service vehicle.

On violence and strength: Rey basically wins every single meaningful fight she gets into. Almost every physical confrontation is an illustration of how badass and competent she is. This is true throughout the trilogy.

In TFA her first confrontation is with Finn, a trained storm trooper raised from childhood to be a soldier. Rey effortlessly disarms him and gets him on the ground. Sure, she has a weapon and he doesn't but still.

Compare this with Luke's first few conflicts - he is knocked out by the Tuskens, he needs Ben to save him in the cantina.

There is the climactic fight with Kylo Ren. First, she "overpowers" Kylo and is able to snatch the lightsaber out of his Force grip, and then she defeats him in a duel. I know Kylo had been shot by Chewie but when I watch that scene I don't see anything that is meant to indicate he is operating at far below his best.

Again, compare this to either Luke or Anakin's first duels (after significantly more training). They both lose, badly, and are dismembered. Sure, Vader and Dooku are perhaps meant to be understood as far more powerful and dangerous than Kylo but the point remains.

Rey actually has limited fights in TLJ - but the throne room is clearly the most meaningful one. Again, pertinent observations: Rey (and Kylo) are able to defeat 8 Praetorian guards (who have the visual and contextual signal of "baddies you should worry about, not regular mooks"). Her and Kylo then again play tug of war with the lightsaber, and are evenly matched to the point that the saber gets ripped in half.

Again - Rey doesn't lose. In fact, we get a long lingering fight scene to show how cool and bass and good at fighting she is. She is tempted by Kylo, tempted by the dark side, and rejects it.

Completely unscathed, it is worth adding.

Again, compare this with Luke (tempted and mutilated by his father), or Anakin who gives in to the dark (on Tattooine and arguably on Geonosis) and is mutilated physically and spiritually in doing so.

Finally we get to TROS.

Rey's first "fight" is with Kylo where she destroys his TIE with a saber, then uses force lightning to destroy a ship (and maybe but turns out not actually kill Chewie).

Her second is the vision/teleport duel with Kylo across the ship and the planet. Again, it is a draw, Rey certainly doesn't lose.

She and Kylo duel again on the wreckage of the DS. Maybe Kylo is distracted but he certainly isn't winning, and Rey then stabs him (which is commonly believed to indicate someone "winning" a sword fight). She then Force heals him and saves his life.

On Exegol her and Ben Solo then murder their way through the Praetorians and Knights of Ren, before directly confronting Palpatine. The jeopardy in the narrative is created by the fact that if Rey kills Palpatine out of anger, she becomes a Sith, but if she doesn't kill him she dies and so does the Resistance. Rey then hears the voices of all the past Jedi - including, just in case we didn't get it, Anakin Skywalker telling her to bring balance to the Force like he did (did he?) - and magically teleports Ben's lightsaber so she can dual wield and redirect the lightning Palpatine is blasting and kill shim with that.

She then dies from the effort (before immediately being brought back to life by Ben).

Again, contrast this with Anakin's fight with Obi-Wan on Mustafar or Luke's confrontation with Vader on DS2. Anakin and Obi-Wan both lose on Mustafar - the mere act of engaging in violence empowers the Dark and ultimately completes the creation of Darth Vader.

Luke only wins by throwing down his saber, by refusing to meet violence with violence.

Lucas had a clear metaphysical logic that is reflected in the use and role of violence.

Violence has a cost. There is no escaping that. Violence is almost always wrong - even if you believe it to be right and approach it dispassionately. There is no just killing, not such that your soul can survive.

Luke and Anakin are - narratively - consistently punished for choosing violence. Every time they try and solve a problem with violence they lose a loved one, a body part, a piece of their soul.

The same is true - to a lesser degree - for Obi-Wan. He defeats Maul but loses Qui-Gon. His decision to follow Dooku results in his and Anakin's injuries and achieves nothing. He is the one who swings a saber through whatever limited remains of Anakin might exist and heralds the final birth of Vader.

Contrast this with the fight on the DS. Obi-Wan knows there is no victory in fighting Vader, but in refusing to fight, in sheathing his sword, he can achieve a power far greater than the Sith can imagine.

TLJ's final scene where Mirage Luke confronts Kylo is actually also consistent with this, and it's why it is in isolation some of my absolute favourite Star Wars.

TLJ is also very confusing while it DOES apply the same logic as Lucas to Luke (try and kill your sleeping nephew = bad, using the Force to distract the First Order while you never actually harm anyone = good) it doesn't to Rey or Kylo.

Disney - by contrast - certainly do not treat violence in the same way. In fact, Disney takes a starkly different view which is almost readable as "might makes right" or maybe more accurately "being right makes you mighty".

Rey is good and pure and therefore she wins all her fights. She is on the side of the Light and so cannot lose. Kylo Ren, by contrast, is Evil and so despite more training and experience he consistently loses. It is only when he fights for the right reasons - killing Snoke and his guards to help Rey, or saving Rey from Palpatine - that he wins.

This is... distinctly weird. How, for example, are we meant to reinterpret the original 6 films or the wider Star Wars universe with this logic? I take it Palpatine was mostly right?

What you might say is actually that violence has no narrative weight. Maybe. That is as much of a change from Lucas as anything else but it also significantly limits the ability to tell a story in the context of the medium of sci fi action movies.

And that is actually the point, I think. There is no meaningful narrative interpretation of violence in the Disney films. The fight scenes serve no real purpose - they do not represent crucibles in which characters develop and transform, nor do they provide any level or moral insight.

They are purely vehicles for a) cool cinematography (and to be clear, the Sequels are consistently BEAUTIFUL and the fights scenes are some of the best) and b) emphasising how awesome the poster girl is and how neat it would be if you bought Lego and action figures and and and.

[mayor-mclikeme-please]

There was a question on the Star Wars Subreddit “Why was Palpatine so obsessed with the Death Star?” And I wanted to share my thoughts with the esteemed scholars of Tumblr.

I think it speaks to Palpatine’s limited imagination and the Sith dealing in absolutes.

*For the sake of clarity, because the writing of this line is trash, Sith dealing in absolutes means they can only see things in a strict binary. Light/Dark, Life/Death, Power/Weakness Etc.*

Palpatine has shown little to no interest in the more esoteric teachings of the force beyond lengthening his own life span to the point that he is a poorer version of himself by story’s end.

Perhaps this is because of how easily Plagueis was dispatched despite his proclamation of force mastery. Palpatine must not have been impressed by how useless it was in preventing his simple act of assassination. Note how all of his apprentices were relatively limited force users. Maul using the force to enhance his athleticism. Vader relying largely on force chokes. The exception is Dooku because he was a Jedi, yet is still shown to rely largely on his dueling ability. A heavy focus on what is practical and direct versus mystical and scholarly.

Palpatine’s grand design to maintain power is to just kill whoever crosses him because that’s what power is to him. Like Anakin trying to master death by killing bugs in the Phantom Menace rough drafts, Palpatine so fears death that he tries to master it by being a death dealer.

Even though Sith ghosts exist, they are never shown (to my mind whilst writing this) to be in support of Palpatine’s agenda. Because Palpatine embarrasses them.

While the Sith approve of cunning strategy, they’ve been shown time and again to value wisdom and knowledge of the force, even more. Palpatine did not challenge his master to a duel in order to prove himself the stronger. He does not use the force to break his chains, he uses low cunning and political shenanigans to engineer a state of emergency to seize power. But once he has power, all he can think to do with it, is develop the same weapon over and over again.

Operation Cinder is another example of this pathology. To him the worst thing to do is inflict death and if he is dead, then he’ll want the whole galaxy to die with him.

Does he change in the newest trilogy? Yes and no. No, in that his chief concern is again extending his own life by whatever means. No, in that his doomsday weapon again is simply to make mini death stars now using Star Destroyers. The one change he does make is to utilize an adept force user as an apprentice. I propose he was planning to transfer his consciousness into who ever struck him down be it Ben/Kylo or Rey. That Rey utilizes his own force lightning to kill him indirectly shows that some of those Palpagenes made their way through after all. Palpatine utilized a knife to kill his master while he slept is now killed by the one force ability he made his trade mark.

[tremendouscreationperson]

Right lads hear me out

I need any sort of chronic pain!reader

Imagine Logan or Bucky or Din or even Kylo watching their beloved in consistent pain and not being able to do anything about it

Say reader has MS (imma speak from my pov cuz MS is different for everyone) and her legs are constantly in pain, she gets these 'lightning storm' pains that shoot throughout her body, her muscles are easy to cramp, and her mind does go blank every now and then

BUT it isn't like in the movies where the afflicted can't do anything. She is like everyone else. Yeah her legs hurt but she can use them, yeah she gets pains and cramps but they aren't always there, her mind might wander but it will return. She is a functional member of society, she is able to do anything anyone else can do except she might let out the occasional pained "ah"

And it hurts that Logan/Bucky/Din/Kylo/etc have to see this because they are used to pain. They deserve the pain more than you ever could

They wish they could take it away from you but your go to reply is "rather me than anyone else" with a shrug. Your pains are your normal, you're used to it, it's him that has to slowly come round to the idea that you don't need saving

[askbensolo]

Happy Halloween, my dudes!

Meet Paige and Rose, my mom's usual go-to sitters for Rey.

"'Sitters?'" I laughed. "What are you—a loth-cat?"

"Well, they can't be my babysitters, because I'm not a baby!" Rey huffed.

...Anyway. Paige is my age. Rose is eighteen...and also? Weirdly obsessed with me.

"You're Ben Solo!" Rose said when she first laid eyes on me. "The Ben Solo!"

I get that often enough that I kinda like to milk it, just a little bit. I struck a cocky stance. "Yeah, that's me—son of Alderaan's last princess, nephew of the Jedi Knight Luke Skywalker—"

"—and author of Ask Ben Solo. I've read your entire blog. Four times."

Ooh. Oooooh.

Cringe.

Rose spent the entire night glued to my side, asking me questions about things that had happened in my teenage years that even I don't remember—but, hey! I finally found someone who wanted to listen to all 15,000 words of my KOR OC's tragic backstory!

Also—hi, Rose. Since I know now that you're probably reading this.

"Drop the lost Ask Ben Solo files, Ben! Please!"

"The—the what?"

"Your college memoirs! Your fans deserve to know everything that happened in those mysterious five years of silence!" Rose lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Me. I'm 'your fans.'"

"Uhh...I'll consider it," I chuckled.

...I wonder how many of my anons were literally just Rose Tico.

Paige is much less social than her sister. I tried talking to her a couple of times, and it didn't really go anywhere—you ask Paige something, and she'll answer you with like five words and go silent again. She kinda has the quietness of someone who's been through hell...and, maybe, hasn't quite made it out yet.

Seems nice, though. And like a good big sister. She kept Rey (and Rose) (okay, fine, AND me) from running into traffic like, ten times.

Paige didn't wear a costume. Rose dressed up as Senator Jar-Jar Binks (and now that I'm a Nabooian citizen, I found that sort of...distasteful, but I chose not to comment on it).

I dressed up as my KOR character, Kylo Ren. He has a super-cool scar on his face that is totally not the result of a slippery-bathtub-shaving-accident. Also—he? And the Dark Lady Revan? Are so totally married and in love or whatever.

Not because I’m into that sap, of course. Just because I want Revan and Kylo to have insanely-overpowered evil Sith babies together. (REVLO FOREVER, I will not tolerate anti-Revlo hate on this blog, BYE.)

Rey, as promised, dressed up as Emperor Palpatine, and had a Force-lightning prop she had made out of cellu-board. "Goooood, gooooooood!" she cackled whenever someone filled her bucket with candy. Despite being a wiry little thirteen-year-old girl, the Palpatine character seemed to come really...naturally to her. Weird.

Well, Happy Halloween!! Rey and I are about to have a candy-eating contest—and I have to prove to her that I ain't boring now just because I got old.

[cheemscakecat]

14 years Yoda?? Really?

So first of all, it was terribly out of character for Sequel Luke Skywalker to block out the force ghosts of his mentors. He basically used the force to delete their contact information so they wouldn’t try to FaceTime him.

But let’s be real for a second. There’s no way that would actually keep them from appearing whenever they felt like it. Within a few days they’d figure out how to bypass Luke’s mental block with a stronger signal.

Say there was back and forth where he tried to double down and properly block them out. (Not that he would.) I doubt he’d keep at it long enough, but even if he somehow managed to stop ghost Yoda and Obi Wan from spawning, there’s no way he’s blocking Anakin.

Luke’s only half force-entity, Anakin trained in the old Jedi temple, and trained in the dark side for 20 years under Palpatine. He would keep showing up.

Realistically, Skywalker would have given up on the idea and actually listened to them within the first few months of running away. They would have kept at it to talk some sense into him and be his shoulder to cry on when he inevitably admitted what happened.

The writers literally have Yoda pull up despite whatever force ability Luke was using, but they have him do it 14 years LATE! Why 14 years in, Yoda? The Jedi are disbanded and the galaxy is in yet another war!

None of them showed up to guide Rey in using the force, or sound the alarm about Snoke and Kylo Ren showing her stuff with the force, or to tell her not to simp for Kylo?

Ignoring the stupid force lightning thing Yoda did, why did Skywalker die from using force projection on Kylo? “He’s not a practicing Jedi.”

But he’s been constantly using an ability for 14 years. The ghost blocking ability. He acted like it shouldn’t have been possible for Yoda to appear to him, which implies he’s been making sure to use that power. They never mention Luke having any visions or messages in his dreams during that time. It’s possible that means he’s able to keep at it when he’s asleep.

To constantly be sending out force energy like that, Luke would have to have some insane endurance, physically and mentally. After Yoda appears, he has no reason to keep at it anymore, so all his focus and energy could be put into that fight with Kylo Ren.

It makes no sense that he’d keel over from using that force projection power. Yes it’s a different power, yes it’s being sent to another planet. But it’s not like Luke was actually taking physical damage from the blasters or Kylo’s saber.

He’s also on a planet that heightens your Force powers, and has been living there this entire time, so he should be used to whatever energy is flowing through it.

He was also like 53 apparently? People do get sick at that age, but he was out hiking and rock climbing in an unpolluted wilderness, not getting sedentary. And he also wasn’t eating processed food. By all accounts Luke’s cholesterol and blood pressure and everything should have been fine.

Yoda was at the high end of his species life expectancy, like a 30 year old cat. There also wasn’t a village around for him to get medicine like there is on the planet Luke went to. Skywalker should not have just up and died, that’s cap.

[shrinkthisviolet]

1, 7, 8, 9, 19, 21 for Star Wars for the ask game please?

1: the character everyone gets wrong

Luke Skywalker. Everyone writes him as naïve and happy-go-lucky, but like…no?? Even in ANH, he’s snarky and impatient, and he develops throughout the OT into a badass who suffers no fools. Yes, he’s kind and generous towards his loved ones, and he’s very friendly, there’s no doubt about that, but like?? Writing him as an innocent ball of sunshine who can do no harm is just wrong. Luke is kind, but he’s not naïve—he knows fully well what Vader has done and how evil he is, he just also knows, has felt, that there’s good deep down in Vader. He believes when no one else does because he knows he can get through to Vader and change his heart, and he’s right!!

7: what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

Kylo Ren. The way some parts of fandom used to (probably still do, but I wouldn’t know) paint Han and Leia as abusive/awful parents and make Kylo the perpetual victim who was forced into every decision he made…as if he wasn’t like 23 when he destroyed(?) the Jedi Academy* and joined Snoke, as if every decision after that wasn’t his own decision—like, come on guys.

*I know there’s a comic that said apparently a lightning storm caused the fire that destroyed the Academy? But Wookieepedia said he’s the one who summoned the storm in the first place, so 🤷‍♀️ who knows. In any case, the distinction is irrelevant to my point

8: common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Anidala isn’t abusive, and I’m sick of people saying that.

“Oh but he choked her!!” Yes, that’s what happens when you fall to the Dark Side and your good traits are twisted/corrupted. You act in ways that are not like you! This is how the Dark Side works (despite what some Star Wars media would have you believe, the Dark Side corrupts, it’s not freeing. It’s an illusion of freedom, but it’s just a trap)

“Oh but Anakin forced her into it!” Nope! He confessed to her, and she turned him down initially, but she made the first move, and there’s no indication that she was forced into marriage.

You don’t have to like them, but saying they’re toxic/abusive is incorrect and I’m tired of seeing that take.

On that note, everyone attributes Vader’s salvation to Luke, and says he’s the person who always believed in Vader…but don’t forget that Padmé did first!! Padmé was the first one to always believe in Anakin, even after the worst had happened, because that’s how strong their love is! Because Anidala was true love!

9: worst part of canon

If not for the sequels, the Luke/Leia kiss would be here. I still hate that so much.

Taking the sequels into account though…the Rey/Kylo kiss. Absolutely awful. Putting aside the fact that I don’t like the ship, there isn’t really much development for this as a ship. Sure, there are some hints of chemistry here and there (mostly in TLJ with Rey slowly developing an interest in redeeming him), but they’re far outweighed by: Kylo kidnapping and torturing Rey, Rey trying to kill Kylo, Rey metaphorically closing the door on Kylo at the end of TLJ, and Rey killing Kylo in TROS and only undoing it because she felt Leia die.

Rey appears to have a change of heart about Kylo in TLJ, but that’s very clearly undone when he refuses to turn back to the Light Side (again, she metaphorically/telepathically slams the door on him)! And she literally kills him in TROS and only undoes it for his mom’s sake! And yet suddenly in the final scene she’s calling him “Ben” and putting her trust in him?? Nope. Not buying it. If I did ship this, I’d be very disappointed about how it was handled, because that’s just sad

19: you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like…

I'm intrigued by Vaderdala as a concept 😅 not in a genuine healthy relationship way, I think that bridge is burned post-ROTS, but I find the idea of them in a Padmé Lives AU very intriguing. Vader ofc would still harbor feelings for Padmé, and deep down, she would too (she does canonically believe in his goodness), but her loyalty would be first and foremost to the Rebellion and her kids…but also those feelings keep drawing her back to Vaderkin, because a not-so-small part of her wants to redeem him and get her husband back. And he, ofc, wants her by his side as his Empress. It’s just fascinating to me imo

21: part of canon you think is overhyped

ROTS. Listen, listen, I love it too, okay? I love all 3 of the prequels in their own ways. But…even people who hate the prequels claim ROTS is “the good one”, and I just…don’t get it? What exactly makes ROTS sooo much better than the other two? It’s not like ROTS is a perfect movie by any means, it has flaws too, just like TPM and AOTC do. It even has a similar tone. People seem to love it because it’s the moment of Anakin’s descent into Vader, and believe me, I love it too, but…some people love it disingenuously, I feel. One of its big flaws is the lack of Padmé scenes in it, with them all being deleted, so the fact that it’s the most loved of the prequels despite having the least amount of Padmé in it is…weird, ngl

And yes, I know people have complained about those scenes being deleted, this is a common complaint, but that doesn’t seem to have dulled the general consensus that this movie is (one of) The Best Ever.

(On that note though, if you haven’t read the ROTS novelization, please do, it’s absolutely amazing and tbh I’m enjoying it more than the movies, simply because it has more space to expand on certain characters and what they’re thinking, and thus expand on certain scenes. AND it adds the Padmé deleted scenes back!!)

choose violence ask game!

[number1villainstan]

“Enough!” Snoke bellows, cutting through the noise of He did it! She did it! It’s their fault not mine! The three standing below his giant hologram shut up. “General Hux. Captain Phasma. Kylo Ren. Your failure to work as a proper team is what caused this disaster and delayed the construction of Starkiller. All three of you are at fault.” He pauses to let the implied ultimatum sink in. “I thought that your loyalty to the First Order would be enough, but it is clear now that the three of you need extra motivation.” That’s when the lightning starts. Snoke watches the trio fall to the ground, struggling to keep their screams of pain inside and soundless. “From now on, you three will be a set. You will be responsible for each other. Should one of you make a mistake, the others must correct it, for it will be answered upon all three of your heads.”

The captain-commander is the first to peel herself off the ground. Snoke can feel her indignation, but—wisely—when she opens her mouth all that comes out is “Understood, Supreme Leader.”

“Understood, my Master,” Kylo Ren echoes, pulling himself up into a kneeling position.

The general is the last. “Understood, Supreme Leader,” he hisses, one of the rare times when he has less control over his own anger than Kylo Ren.

“Good. You are dismissed,” Snoke says, and then ends the call.

He sits back, satisfied. Such a tactic is likely to breed resentment between the three, which is exactly the point—more specifically, it’s meant to breed further resentment between Kylo Ren and the other two, who have been working together for far longer. Kylo still has trouble holding onto his anger; perhaps this more direct and constant source will help. And the others—

Well. He has plans for the others.

Yes, he thinks, congratulating himself on his own cleverness. This will do wonderfully.

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This was going to be a first scene in my September MSP, but I ended up scrapping the idea in favor of a different one because lack of inspiration/motivation/time. It was a semi-canon-divergent AU where Snoke, using collective punishment to attempt to drive a wedge in between Kylo, Hux, and Phasma in order to drive Kylo further into the Dark Side, accidentally makes them instead bond with each other in an "I'd trust these people to break me out of jail even if they'd make fun of me the whole time" kind of way. I'm posting it here because I think I did a pretty banger job with Snoke's POV here and don't want to just lose it, even if I scrapped the idea it was supposed to belong to.

[jinx-xxed]

Out in the Cold - Kylo’s Thoughts

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A/N; A little part 2 because I thought it would be fun to imagine what Kylo could’ve been thinking afterwards :)

Part of Written in the Stars

Part 1

Summary; What was going through the great Kylo Ren’s mind after you brought him back to the Finalizer?

Content; Kylo’s POV, fem reader, sad and lonely Kylo, a little bit of yearning

Wc; 1.1k

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There’s the warmth of a hand, shaking him awake; there’s a voice too, one that’s muffled in a way that makes it seem like his head is underwater. Kylo’s vision swims when his eyes open, hazed by a mixture of distant pain and sedatives forced into his systems, and he nearly forgets where he is. Everything is a mess; the Force is like a cacophony of confusing emotions and visions and memories, intent on pulling him down into its depths and not letting him get back up. Anger is at the forefront of it all, anger at his failure and the way he so blatantly miscalculated, ultimately making a fool of himself. Then it’s followed by a sickening guilt, even though he tries and tries to crush it like a weed. He shouldn’t be feeling guilt for what he’s done, he did what he had to, to be who he needs to be. It was just another step in the process, it means nothing.

It means nothing that there’s a twist in his gut that isn’t just from the throbbing of his wounds, that there’s a pull on the edge of his subconscious, whispering to him. It’s stronger now, able to slip between the cracks in his defenses made by his current state like an annoying draft. It flits along the edge of his mind where he’s unable to reach for it and grab it, taunting him.

For a moment he believes he’s back on that bridge, red light glaring in his face, an impossible drop waiting below him. For a moment he believes that hand that’s moved to his cheek is different, larger with more callouses, stroking a thumb across his skin. He can’t control his emotions, the turmoil creating a whirlpool in the center of his being.

It’s strange—this was what he wanted, this was what everything was for. And then it’s gone, some semblance of his wits coming back to him as the white ceiling of the transport comes into his view. The transport he’d been hauled into, where he’d been pulled from the brink of death by someone he least expected. She leans over him now, saying his name, trying to get him to come back. She seems relieved when his eyes search her face, tracing over her features like it’s an anchor that’ll return him to consciousness. The general helps him sit up, her hands so oddly gentle with him it’s almost maddening. Why would she act this way with him? It’s not like he deserves it.

Kylo’s body trembles and sways, the pain that had been eating into him before now more of a dull ache, chased away by whatever she’d done to him. He never accepts pain killers or anything of that sort, seeing them as a hinderance to his training, an insult to his strength, and hating the way they dull his senses and leave him vulnerable. But he had no choice in the matter. He had tried to stop her, to pull her hand away, but he was too weak to do much else, and he was completely at her mercy.

Now it’s made a mess of him, his limbs not feeling like his own, everything seeming so distant, his Force entirely unbalanced. Each movement of the muscles on his face still sends little bolts of lightning through him, down his entire body, lighting up the other injuries he bears. However, it’s not as bad as it could be, he knows that.

He barely registered she was talking— he hates this, he hates feeling so vulnerable and like he’s a feral animal backed into a corner, jumpy and taut. “We’ve made it back to the Finalizer, so I’ll let the medics take over from here. They can take care of you better than I can.” She says.

No.

There’s alarm that shoots through him, born from the idea of being left alone. Alone with his thoughts, with his memories, with the lurking sensation in the corners of his mind. Being left alone with a bunch of medics that he doesn’t want near him, that he doesn’t want poking and prodding at him. She turns to walk away, to go and open the ramp to the shuttle, and his hand reaches out to grip her wrist faster than he realizes. She stops in her tracks, her shock evident by the raise of her brows and the slight part of her lips. Time seems frozen as they stay there, looking at one another, neither saying anything. He can’t bring himself to speak, he doesn’t think he could even if he wanted to. What would he even say? Would he ask her to stay with him like a pathetic, frightened child?

He wonders briefly how much of him she can feel like this, with his outermost shields down, leaving him exposed. He can’t feel much of her as usual, any emotion she may have stuck just behind a wall that he can’t get over, her thoughts and feelings instead vague things that pass between his fingers like how a cloud might. Kylo’s hand falls, limp at his side and feeling like it’s been burnt. She lingers a moment longer, studying him with a new intensity, then breaking her trance to hit the ramp controls.

Stupid.

The transport’s cargo hold suddenly becomes a lot more crowded, medics filing in and helping him off the blood-stained table and onto a floating stretcher that he doesn’t want to get onto. But he has no energy to fight, and those sedatives are doing a damn good job of keeping him at bay. It clearly surprises the medics tending to him, as they’re more used to being yelled at and told to leave immediately. And now here he is, basically like a rag doll in their care. The only thing he can do is clench his fists, trying to use that as a desperate way to release his pent up anger. Is he angry at the general for doing what she had to to save his life, even if that meant making him utterly useless in the process? Or is he just angry with everything else? He’s not really sure; it’s probably a good mix of both.

He sees her briefly when he’s being carried off the transport, walking from the hangar at a fast pace with Hux right next to her who’s going on and on about something. She’s arguing with him, one hand hitting her other open palm for emphasis when she speaks. He wishes he wasn’t stuck like he was, he wishes he could hear what the hell they’re talking about; he’s the Commander for fucks’ sake, he needs to be there. But he’s taken in the opposite direction, the wonder of more pain killers and meds he can’t fight against filtering into his system from the medic’s work, effectively knocking him out.

The last thing he feels is that faint longing for her to have stayed with him.

[luke-shywalker]

I think what made Snoke different from Palpatine was that Palpatine was sort of…reserved? He dressed in black, he only whipped out the force lightning a couple of times at key moments, he didn’t raise his voice, when he insulted his subordinates it was in a subtle ‘you’ve disappointed me’ sort of way. While Snoke dressed in a metallic gold bathrobe, threw Kylo and Hux around like dolls (in TLJ), called them rabid cur, child in a mask, etc… Snoke was unabashedly nasty and I loved him for that

[sweetlittlemissnothing]

Sweet Creature (Vampire/Supernatural/Fantasy AU) - SweetLittleMissNothing

Chapter Three is now published and let's just say that Kylo is going through it. If you want you read the other two chapters i got the links below. I update on Sundays.

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

There was something awfully familiar about her…

A shock went though him almost if he was struck by a lightning, as Kira’s face flashes quickly in front of him. He fell backwards in horror. No. No! He shook his head still not able to comprehend what he was seeing. If Kylo Ren’s heart actually had been beating at this very moment he was quite sure it would have stopped beating. He was going mad, that was it, right? It can not be true, because the love of his life, his soulmate… died. His head was making him see things, he was sure of it. The change was quick. Ren felt his whole body react before he even understood what was happening.