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what's up wonderful friendos !! i will be revamping this blog. stay tuned for updates !
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the audacity
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sidious x that librarian lady
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papalpatine if u will
it's your pal friendpatine if you will
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𝐑𝐄𝐘 :
𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 that pumped organ would engulf truth as if falsehoods birthed the god of sinners. Vocal chords were of no use, such frail instruments were futile against the user of the mind far more intriguing. The cranium of the age, the passion of the nations — they could bow to her whim. The precious notion it danced on the stained silver lining of that crooked familiar door frame. Perhaps glossed over with the tampered sugar of the much spoken balance. The essence that surrounded granted the means to mandate the surges of victory in death, where life prevailed in infinite timelines. A force so incompatible to halt, love itself would rejoice in the absence of buried bones. ( 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙍𝙚𝙮, 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚. ) In the dethroned emperors name, she would create.
Taste taste taste the black mystified stones, they quenched the parched throats already begged to be drowned in blood of ones so — cherished. The barrier in which was preset was admirable, expected. An encapsulation of galaxy’s SPIRAL ARMS spun at equal rate to which halted for no one. The nature of the grey, nature of the knights forged into alternative illumination sparked by the soldiers of compassion. Desert dunes hummed in their layers in between the staggers of her tone, such rag doll figure of this temporary state of void settled for what atoned in the woman’s firm resolve. A dish of eloquent would last these connected lifetimes.
❝ Oh — my dear. ❞ this was no�� gift, such a skill was branded.
Should demonstration be required, it would only come in time without the say of albino breath. Balance existed in the favor of the givers, the takers. Blank eyes in the determined arms of this 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧, she would witness the void of the silenced. Sacred seconds of silent prayers would wave into lungs where oxygen would struggle to supply. Falls of liquid would drain eye sockets, compassion empty to the comrades, abandoned blood lines. ❝ Alike your predecessors — you will only crawl back on your knees. ❞ truth would wear its righteous crown upon the throne of GRAVES she would only dig for the bodies before her, it would await her command as puppet master grinned for the unpainted canvas.
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𝐕𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 :
𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 began clouding around him. Darth Vader had long become used to this raging fury that followed the criticism of his master. Years and years of this strained relationship between them had pushed him to a precipice of which he felt anything could eventually tip him over into complete emotionless limbo. Yes, rage had ruled the Sith Lord for so long, but it was not the only thing he felt in that machine body of his. Darth Vader felt sadness, he felt misery, and he felt, at times, the faintest spark of something close to contentedness. Seldom these feelings were able to reach the core of his mechanical chambers seeing as he had made it his priority so keep such things out. But when he was alone, given his own time to meditate, his mind lingered on things that should be long forgotten. Padmé. . . . .
‘ it seems in your anger, you killed her. . . .’
The anger he felt in that moment subsided almost instantly. This… this was his punishment. This is everything he had deserved. There was nothing for him anymore and so he accepted. “Yes, my master.” he says without movement, “What failures would you have me rectify?”
𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 many strategicians would have denounced, such unfair soothsayings to whisper against the shoulders so broad. Walker of the skies drowned in depths due of mind by such weakness. Weakness ! The coiled snakes encircle the grave of skeleton’s forgotten flesh and forged beauty by bone. Yet what persisted was the lingered faint beating organ — 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙, 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣. The emotion masked by dark clouds, within the shroud a palm of metallic engineering upon the fingertips of skin far too pure. She seeped, she seeped, she seeped that majesty. Memories of a man righteous chancellor of forgotten era swept past of guidance and invitation, desires to be drowned within an apprentice’s own free will. A carving beyond biology, a mindful construct black metal was mined.
Simmer faltered along elegant curve of lips, nitrogen under grand command it chilled where air itself silenced in the 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙮, ❝ Young Skywalker — ❞ young one birthed by coursed sand lineage and poisonous senatorial diction, roamed across the stars alike the diminished predecessor under the current gaze. Aged skin of the body against THRONE of spherical weapon eased into elegant response, ❝ either single most valued asset, or greatest downfall, you must bring him. ❞ for that a bloodline was to be straightened.
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𝐒. 𝐎𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 :
what once was great is now RENDERED SMALL. far above, far above the two brothers rose to the point where the dark pits from where they first emerged from was no longer in sight, so far above that they could almost grasp the universe itself in their hands. the true lords of the sith, maul referred to them as. and savage believed him, without question. how terrifying it was to witness such greatness effortlessly ripped away from them in a matter of seconds, in a manner that left the one without the other. brotherless. and at the mercy of his killer.
maul died as he lived when savage first found him. PITIFUL. and savage’s own death would be equally as pathetic. in the end death always wins. ‘ i am no fool. i know i am no match for you, ’ lightsaber was tossed to the side. ‘ i wish to be with my brother. ’
↬ @pclpatine ❤’d for a starter
𝐀𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 roll down from the crisp snow blanketed mountaintops by daybreak to witness the liquid flow of its fruitless melt by the stars’ peak of their tantalizing cycle. The power of two, sun and moon — the dyad. The connection by two the most jaws could possibly close in their 𝙢𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 they would be granted. Yet the fail safe to whom owed due time was ever more the pragmatic method. Apprentice’s climb from the underground depths between the void and mind of his own it cried out for the solar waves to cease, as it truly had hushed once flaxen blood entered the line.
Awaken the past history dispelled its tales, one by one each gripped another. One by one lips parted to speak under water, silenced to be met once again. Agony of brother lost, the sacred bonds to be 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚. Soothsayer the cloaked one hummed through the idealization, the knees before him pounced no more to the missing horns diminished by thunderous flashes, not by self crafted illuminated rods now casted aside, ❝ Only fools wish — FOOLS SUFFER. ❞ poor arteries of the heart in which pumped alone, aged palms weened outward as give to gift the air itself for the assassin for the veins underneath, ❝ Adoration supplied your weakness, resolidify your faith in the righteous. ❞ true darkness awaited no one, the raged mongrel left vacuumed space for another opportunity, just perhaps.
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𝐋. 𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 :
@pclpatine· vibe checked with: " you are no revolution. “
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒. Gentle and soft blue hues now turned dark; like a violent ocean crashing against a rocky cliff. No, he was not a revolution ── he was only a man. But he was a man fighting for what he thought was right; he fought for a cause that would ensure peace and balance to the galaxy. The grip on his weapon tightened. He had to tread carefully. Luke Skywalker was no fool, he knew that the Emperor meant to coax the darkness within him out into the light. He wanted Luke to feed into that anger and hate. He could not let that happen. “And your reign is at an end.”
𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐌 𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 toward the city of the dead. The balance would whimper out in its pain induced by the innocent that knew no better. A shame !! Should there be a great cry it would be through the false hope of golden hearts — 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙. ❝ It is the Skywalker bloodline — that will taste their end. ❞ this boy no different than the lineage that spread with such divinity, it would be crushed with nonexistent avail. To the skies they will walk, to the soils they will be buried.
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𝐑𝐄𝐘 :
“ war for peace. rather ironic. ” / @pclpatine / LOST MEME (OOPS)
but every day is a fight for most of us. there’s people you’ve never seen, species you’ve never heard of, and all they do is fight every day. it may not be for your war, for what you want, but it doesn’t matter. you’ve never known war like they have. you’ve never lived life the same way they’re forced to. but i do.
❝ for peace, ❞ her breathe hisses from a raw throat, but there’s no time to waste on pain. ❝ it’s worth it. you can’t live forever. you can’t win forever. ❞
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄, the weak limbed non absolutists couldn’t dare comprehend the gravity for balance. How the cost may grow toward entropy their minds would sever from reality. This golden soul of an exoskeleton would come to know as much as multitude of nations have failed. A time to hope, I shall commit regardless — 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡. Any one hopeful soul would dive into the deepened trench all undergo to adhesive crawl.
❝ For war — ❞ lips afar intertwined from a dimension unknown to subtle contentment, doorway of the 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙮 back and fourth as a torrent’s wave caused the most course of stone to marble, ❝ time to those that measure it are prematurely BLIND little one. You will understand. ❞ for that she was designed to swallow it whole.
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coughs
HELLO MY FRIENDS, I apologize for not announcing long ago that this blog is on hiatus. No promises, but I feel an itch to come back from that to a semi - hiatus to keep some raisins rolling. I have not forgotten that starter call and all drafts ( everything’s there bwahahaha ) so here’s a sincere thank you for your patience and a smooch to you all lovelies. rex always steals my muse gdi love that man . . . catch me there !!
please take care of yourselves and stay safe !!
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@debelltio : He waddles inside, reverence reverberated in his voice. " My loooord ... " (( senpai, notice meee ))
“ON YOUR KNEES, DIRECTOR — they are weak.”
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hit the like. due it
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it’s villain writing loving hours
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𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 may be your saving grace but they in time display their true mirages. a privilege it is, to accept elemental iron through out intricate walking poison ( perfect machines ) — is it a RIGHT. 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖍'𝖘 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖎𝖗 has sung. you will hear the echos within its faint CHEERS. dual kings face mirrored coin oh you cannot simply grasp this game theory, by my uprising !! for that I am dark matter . . . and your undoing.
𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚟 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 && 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 of star wars || orchestrated by jc ©
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𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔢𝔳 𝔭𝔞𝔩𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔢 1 / XX
mutuals may interact !
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