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𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐔     —     ( 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐟𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲 )

For the duration of several long pulls and exhales of his cigarra, Elias sits and lets the silence hang between them unbroken. While he does have other things to do, he’s in no particular rush to end things. For all his typical grumbling at the notion of mingling with the masses, even he eventually grows to miss interacting with others, and the younger man is one of very few who he can both stand to be around and know that very little will be expected of him from the exchange. At length, however, with the comm sitting untouched and no more insults being hurled his way he figures that they’ve reached a stalemate in need of breaking. With a nod, he makes to rise from his seat.

“Well, I made my offer, and that’s all I came here to do. Take it or leave it, the choice is yours.” With that, he lifts his hood back to obscure his features and takes his leave without waiting for Heian’s response, not that expected there to be one anyway.

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 from his downward cast as elias extracted himself from the table. his offering remained untouched as another round of patrons came and went. doused by the shadows of his hood, the man remained in his seat, unmoving as life moved around him. his drink forgotten. the thickening component added to give the caf body congealed and dried over the hours till the bottom of the cup resembled cracked mud.

      eventually, he moved. calloused fingers closed around the comlink. it rolled to a stop on the palm of his hand, feeling heavier than it should. for a moment, heian toyed with the idea of crushing it, turning brittle temptation into scrap. he still had enough strength for that. engulfing the comm in a fist, heian applied just enough pressure to feel the device’s housing unit tense. he paused, taken aback by the onset of hesitation. releasing the comlink again to the open air, heian studied it as the hovel’s lightning drained from his eyes.

      he slipped the comm into his pocket, picturing it accidentally crushed by a passing hovercrate during a shift on the docks. excusing him of any fault in its destruction and never using it for its intended purpose. the comm remained sequestered on his hip for several agonizing rotations before the blasted thing burned a figurative hole in both his pocket and his mind. heian banished the surprisingly hardy device to recess of his meager possessions where it would stay for months.

      but he never completely forgot about it. every once in an unintentional while, its image would inavde his thoughts, especially when he was staring at the ceiling in bed, its presence less than an arm’s length away. even worse was when heian genuinely needed something from his personal storage and while digging through, his hand brushed against the offending matter.

      putting distance between himself and his shared quarters on the gilty pleasure provided no relief. the comm and its potential remained intrusive.

      heian purposefully lost count of how many standard months passed since the stubborn old man had injected his placid life with a growing gnaw. the simple act of retrieving the comlink from under a pair of work gloves felt like an act of violence. the corner muscle of heian’s mouth twitched as he fixed the device with a mean stare. his mouth felt drier the longer he looked.

      fingers fidgeted as he lifted the comlink to a pair of tight lips. he swallowed the little moisture there was in his mouth as his heart picked up speed. heian winced, tossing the comlink back into the storage box, slamming the lid with a temperamental bang. the man stormed away, turning his bent back on the room as he retreated with his pride.

      and a time part later, he was back, gripping the comm with grotesque fascination.

      if nothing could be done to fix his hemorrhaging connection to the force, then nothing would change. he’d go, waste some valueless time entertaining an old man, then slink back into obscurity never to be bothered again.

      and if heian could be fixed . . .

      then what?

      the what forced his hand again, tossing the comm back into storage but this time the lid didn’t make contact when the man attempted to slam it shut. instead it hovered, while his eyes squeezed shut. unable to close the karking thing, heian slumped forward, his forehead clunking against the container.

      why? he wasn’t happy, he wasn’t at peace. the heart of his identity was gone, leaving him with a gaping wound that would never heal. wasn’t that enough? wasn’t that plenty for the universe to let him be?

      for the last time, heian plucked the device from dappled shadows. blood rushed too his head as his hand floated closer to his lips. his mouth opened and closed, sounds resembling words unable to break through the invisible blockade at the back of his throat. trembling hands betrayed him when his thumb triggered the device.

      ❝ if the offer still stands, ❞ voice rotted with disuse, heian grappled with the reality that he was speaking. speaking and praying no one would hear him. ❝ i accept. ❞

      one hand clapped against his face, making an odd sound when the heel of his palm bumped against his vocoder mask. the other, still gripping the comlink, dropped to his side as if all its muscle liquified.

      ❝ since i have nothing better to do, ❞ he growled at himself, rubbing his face in an ineffective attempt to soothe himself. shock was what stayed his hand from flinging the device against the nearest wall and seeking out the nearest airlock. still cupping his face, heian planted himself on his bed with a sigh from deep within his body.

      only then did the man realize he wasn’t alone. his roadian roommate was standing in the doorway. enormous, prismatic eyes unblinking. ❝ i walked in on something. ❞ heian started to get up from his bed when the rodian threw his scrawny arms up into the air, ❝ and i’m walking out. right now. right this second. see, i’m going now. leaving you to, uh, you. p-please, don’t get up on my behalf, sully — sulla! . . . kark. ❞

      the rodian’s spindly legs nearly snapped in quarters in his attempt to flee. heian watched his crewmate go, the expression beneath his half mask one of deadpan pity. to say his interactions with his colleagues were sparse was generous. in fact, it was heian’s refusal to socialize that earned him a startling reputation.

      depleted, heian rolled onto his bed and stared at his usual spot on the ceiling. at the very least, one person would benefit from him leaving.

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𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐔     —     ( 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 )

there was no crash or burn as one final tug sent the intertwined rivals careening toward the edge of the pool, but a symphony of dull splashes. only by the force of their landing could their hands release their ferocious claims on one another. rey went down injured arm first, biting back a fierce bellow of pain as she rolled along the water’s rim. but the wound fed the fire of her grudge and set her to rights quickly, if crookedly. only one knee could hold her well, the other having served as a battering ram against the ben’s torso still buzzing from the shock of impact.

when she rose, it was to a single moment of silence followed by the thrashing evidence of the maelstrom they’d left behind. ben had to have done something to the sarlacc at the last moment - to provoke or injure, she wasn’t clear, but it most certainly appeared provoked. 

chaos in the water now a thing of the past, rey turned her attention downward.

at the sight of a prone ghost, in the dirt, so close by her feet…rey could hardly tamper the flood of tangled and fractured hurt. gelatinous slime washed in waves across his lower half. he looked for all the galaxy like a seaborne castaway, dripping in grime and eyes wide with electric desperation. humanoid flotsam washed in by the currents of sardonic fate. 

rey’s gaze turned again towards the cesspool they’d fled to find the sarlacc continuing to writhe. sensations of a separate, alien pain trickled across her skin alongside rotten water and slivers of torn pondweed. ( so he had wounded the beast on their way out. )

                       ❝ what have you done? ❞

ben was unarmed save for the deceptively paltry vibroblade gripped in one white knuckled fist.  the force seemed to forsake him, curving every which around him like oil on water. rey couldn’t look away. waterfalls of emotion cascaded across his eyes as they searched her face. ben was bewildered, latching on to some detail of her expression that she couldn’t have pinpointed if she tried. whatever he’d found, he didn’t like. and he punched her for it.

the crack to the jaw stuunned enough that when rey toppled to her knees, she wasted a moment wondering if they’d summoned a thunderstorm in their anger and called down lightning on their own heads. but no, the truth was never so poetic. 

blood pooled like a rising flame under her skin at the point of impact. so they’d devolved to this. 

it seemed only fair to lurch back at him with a swing of her own, still on her knees. the slap hit him square across his scar. the sound echoed off the water in a disbelieving recoil. rey might have laughed in horror if there were any time to spend on feeling it. 

                          ❝ this is YOUR fault. ❞  it felt good to point blame. she’d throw him to the hungry wolves of consequence just as soon as she could bear to stop shouting. her unwounded left arm seized for the saber hanging somewhere at her side and whipped it forward. a single golden blade ignited the air between his face and her hand, wobbling with a vengeance. 

                          ❝ what are you waiting for? GET UP! ❞

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐒 of ooze hung from weighted strands of hair. coated from head to toe in a viscous membrane of fungal secretions and sarlacc spit, the shadow exuded the same mystique as drowned tooka.

      pathetic wasn’t strong enough to describe his taxed figure still partially submerged in sludge. no shape basic could form could match just how pitiful to tremble from exhaustion while the cold torch of anger smoldered after a brief exchange of meaningless blows. a paltry reflection of their recent past. when primal equals met on teetering odds. opposites attracted no matter the setting with complementary shades of violence.

      her coppery accusation bled around the circumference of his skull. echoing pools that questioned him relentlessly in a wordless ringing as his head drooped, sucking in air through globs caught in his throat.

      what have you done? everything, yet nothing all at once. a puppet of many, including himself. billions dead. more if he could grapple with enough honest sense to really consider the numbers. whole planets, gone. systems pulverized into vermillion submission. strange it was to think his shell was the keeper of so many memories. he felt like databank, a repository of atrocities committed by boogeymen of republics past. an awareness at odds with the rest where he felt every death in his atoms. the force may have left him devoid of its strength, but it didn’t take away the screams.

      the ghost could just make out the sizzle of slime as superheated plasma evaporated the goo around the saber’s emitter. decades of discipline responded to her challenge in a mental arena. reflex wanted to weave the force through individual binds of muscle, amplifying their capabilities beyond natural limitations. he’d be able to scoop up felucia’s gravity, sweep the atmospheric pressures and spin them into an obligate thread of living energy that extended into reach of a sputtering vermillion blade. he’d rush forward to meet in a shower of warm-toned sparks before pivoting to the left to catch her side, tracing his momentum around her to force her reach.

      but that man capable of such finessewas an annal in the galaxy’s many histories. his remains struggled to brandish a dinner knife.

      understanding sank in as the ghost met the scavenger’s burning reflection from behind a dripping curtain. a profound calm washed over him as the ghost rose from the soiled shoreline. fingers numb with resolve blanched on the sliver of weaponry in his grip as dark brown irises were extinguished by the all consuming glow of a lightsaber.

      strength sapped from his limbs returned with a voracious plunge forward. his moved like a man possessed. it was a far cry from the godling who eviscerated a zillo beast, but by pushing his bodily reserves beyond their breaking point, he could create a convincing enough facade to get what he needed. the hero wouldn’t see the depleted husk of her nemesis. she had to see more, she had to believe the war wasn’t done till she finished what he started.

      he’d left her at the alter of his destruction so that for once, he might finally meet the opportunity to make a choice wholly his. a standard cycle come and gone since his refusal to be subject to the decisions of the same governing bodies that mapped the direction of his life one way or another. rotations adrift in anonymity gave him a short reprieve from having to live beyond what was necessary to remain alive. he’d been nothing, the ghost of phantom, nearly swallowed entirely by a breathing grave until opportunity showed its hand with an offer. an offer the ghost confused with the choice he’d waiting for. now the truth finally arrived as a molten brand across his vision.

      this was the resolution the ghost craved since leia organa convinced herself that her brother could save her son.

      the chance to end it. end it all.

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in disco, it’s always 3am

@honorhunt​ early morning plotting where we mesh sw timelines can only end in disaster.

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This story happened a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…

HAPPY STAR WARS DAY The Force will be with you. Always. 

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they’re here

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𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐍. a celestial patchwork that matched the silver currents that turned the seas of chandrila a lilac steel. the planet was too temperate for drastic seasons ( which is why a mind prone to dark suspicions always found it curious there were no native sentients, not even buried in the fossil record ) and this stirring was about as unpleasant as a rotation could get just shy of a storm. but what counted as pestilent weather to most locals, there was at least one native son taking refuge in discomfort.

      the breeze bouncing off the shoreline stirred the loose granules. small tornados chaffed exposed flesh and embedded a wet itch in wounds. it would drive a sane being mad feeling that grind against open skin, but ben solo stood an obelisk against the sunkissed beige, at peace with the scalding assault on the souvenirs from his latest brush with violence.

      suffering was an old acquaintance, one his past inflicted willingly. this slight tussle with the unbearable wasn’t enough to draw his eyes from their obstinate fixation. his track along the sand brought him to different articles deemed unnecessary by their rambunctious owner, mainly consisting of clothing that she deemed offensive to her balance ( hence why the shoes were the first to go ). ben plucked them free without stopping, shaking the stubborn layers of damp grit as he watched the distant figure explore the natural sea wall without a care for ruddy knee or sliced finger.

      tidepools teeming with memory. a series of self-contained ecosystems occupied each rocky terrace. he was once the jubilant explorer, totally ignorant of the concerned eyes that watched him shred his shins as he clamored to follow a translucent crustacean that was chasing bubbles in the sand. now he was the weary watcher that was folding up clothes, including his own, so that he and his companion had something to return to when the tide returned to its prime.

      with a silent sigh from the depths of his chest, ben unraveled the scarf that spared his moonlit complexion its radiant cousin, slipped off his boots and peeled off his sand-stamped tunic. already he felt the chandrila star bearing down on him, nibbling at the untampered breadth of his shoulders with the promise of freckles. the last bit to come off was the vocoder mask that occupied the lower half of his face. his hands hesitated against the lukewarm metal, testing the dips and ridges of the simple design for a sting of mind change. exhaling, he unlatched the mechanical straps that secured around his ears. an alien emptiness pressed against his lips. to be this exposed this far from felucia . . . even speeding stars of hyperlanes rarely saw this much of his face.

      his mask fell with a muffled plop atop the neat stack of black shades already dusted by beachy speckles. the soles of his feet recognized the eroded peaks of the granite. hanna city’s shoreline was home to a more porous variant. brown-grey with streaks of a muted pink that sparkled in the sun like unfastened veins. ben weaved his way up the intertidal fringe. it’d been decades since he traced the outcroppings, his steps much larger than the spindly reminiscence that had scraped the sharp edges without care. no grain of sand was the same as before. the creatures he spent hours crouched over ebbed and flowed into time, leaving lively descendants to nestle in the beds of sweet salt.

      a slip of violet algae threatened to steal his footing, but dormant instinct flexed its stiff limbs and corrected his balance. for a time, it seemed like he’d never close the distance; the closer he got, the further away the young woman went. eventually, the rocky shoal came to a tapered end, feeding into a narrow stretch of sand that blinked into existence with the tide. it connected the greater mainland to the neck of a long dead giant. forests covered the mineral rich dome with roots that only left several feet of coast unoccupied.

      ❝ they're venomous, ❞ ghost of a grin hiding in the corner of his lips offset his chastising hum as a familiar arthropod skittered away from rey’s wobbling silhouette.

@graysistance

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STAR WARS ROLEPLAY MASTERLIST.

reblog this post with your muse name, whether they are a canon/original/crossover blog with an au, whether or not they are legends-based [if it doesnt matter just skip that bit], and whether or not you're a multimuse,,, aaaaand you'll be added to a very simple masterlist carrd that aims to be updated at least once a month. yippie!

EXAMPLES.

anakin skywalker / canon / single-muse

wedge antilles / legends & canon-divergent / multimuse

james tiberus kirk / crossover / single-muse

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darkestshadeofgrey·:

#my darling idiots

sith pls, who was the one who didn’t know his lightsaber was a helicopter

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graysistance​:

“turns out galactic conflict is great for networking!”

and i got him while you were being a truant asshole, ben.

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@aniimvs​: i heard.

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HAPPY STAR WARS DAY! May the Force be with you, always.

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     this   is   home   where   we   are   ,   ever   strong   in   the   world   that   we   made

                                             𝐑𝐄𝐘 , 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐘

                    𝐓   𝐇   𝐄       𝐆   𝐑   𝐄   𝐘       𝐒   𝐄   𝐍   𝐓   𝐈   𝐍   𝐄   𝐋                                         𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 by puck , @graysistance

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take    my    pain   &   turn    into    gold    ‘cause    i    know    i’ll    rise    again   &   again

                                               𝐋   𝐈   𝐊   𝐄       𝐀   𝐍

                                            𝐄      𝐂      𝐇      𝐎

                                𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝 by ASH , 𝐟𝐭. on @galaxycrxss

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graysistance​:

@aniimvs​: you called?

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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 — it’s the year of the tiger!! ( anyone else saying that to the tune of survivor? ) which means to celebrate the end of the end of 2021 and welcome the coming spring, i want to acknowledge each and every person who made the past year a kinder experience. it doesn’t matter if we wrote replies to rival tolstoy or if we’ve known each other for a full .3 seconds, you are someone i’m thankful to be around. someone i’m grateful to see on my dash, and someone i hope to know better. this post will address mutuals from across my blogs ( @aniimvs / @scoundrvls / @stalkvr ) but i will be posting it here on boba since he’s currently where i’m active ( so if you don’t follow this blog and you’re tagged that’s why, please excuse the intrusion ). 

so without further ado, here’s where i adore you:

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*blinks* what abouuuuuuuuut tamales thursdays?

                                                                               i don't have a sister.

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i know we've discussed taco tuesday, but what are your thoughts on fajita friday?

i prefer "stop screaming at me" sunday.