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      @beautifultragedics​: ❛ are you getting possessive? come now, you know better than to think i could ever belong to anyone, least of all you! ❜ w/ hux

      “As if I’d want to keep someone like you.” Of course, Kylo couldn’t say that he wasn’t being possessive. He didn’t enjoy seeing anyone put their hands on Hux for any reason but he thought he’d been controlling it rather well lately.

Apparently he was wrong about that. 

Turning to face the general fully, he crossed his arms. “And if I were interested in doing so, why would it bother you? Is there something so terrible in being wanted?”

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MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU!

(Kylo Ren sketchdump 3/?)

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Seriously tempted to make a mobile rping side blog for shorter role plays. I miss you guys ffs.

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kylo-wrecked​:

‘What was there for me to fight?’ So Jacen had given up, too. Kylo Ren, often sweeping, magnificent, fluid in his stillness, went properly rigid when Jacen turned to him. He seemed to have solidified completely. His eyes were glass marbles. He truly was fraught with something, wasn’t he? A need.

“Not to fight,” said Kylo Ren. “To fight for." 

Perhaps he had seen something, but he couldn’t bring himself to look his brother in the eye. His line of vision remained on the plinth. Stars and cold light from floor path illuminators cast long shadows on the floor.

"The Sith mean nothing to me,” he added quietly. “You know that.”

“Why are you 'out here,’ anyway? All this effort to ask me a question you’ve already answered." 

          “Something you wish to protect? To have for yourself? There’s hundreds of planets out there that you could have all to yourself, many of them unoccupied or easily conquered, but you don’t want that, do you?” Jacen had the feeling there was more to it. Deflection worked in his favor, acting as if he hadn’t heard the other question did as well.

He turned his gaze away for a brief moment, if only to give the illusion of watching the way the light danced on the floor. “There’s many questions I have that will never be answered. Could I have kept you from this? Perhaps I could have worked harder to keep you around. Of course, hindsight is often clearer, isn’t it?

Dark eyes caught Kylo’s visage again and he turned, facing the other. “But I know now that I cannot change what has already happened. I can only work to handle my own reactions and how I choose to go forward. Have you become so mindful? Perhaps there’s more to this.” 

A step, another. Then he paused just close enough to inspect the cloth of Kylo’s cape. 

“If the Sith mean nothing to you, then are you doing this solely to see who will call out to you? Who will offer their hand to you? Who will put forth the effort to see you back home?” 

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          @hxn-solo​: “You changed me.”

          A ghost. The walking dead. There was no viable reason for his father to show himself like this. The Force worked in ways Ben couldn’t fully understand, so to see this figure so clearly meant that he was either losing his mind or was truly seeing his father. Neither answer was a comfort. 

“Into a corpse, yes.” But also into many different titles Ben didn’t want to think of.

He’d docked his freighter, the Phoenix, at a Corellian shipyard after delivering fuel rods for a new reactor. She was a farcry from the Falcon but she’d make it there one day. That wasn’t the point, however, she was locked down. Ben had made sure of that.

Security had become more than important to him over the years. Paramount, in fact. 

“I’m losing my fucking mind,” he hissed. “If you’re looking to haunt a freighter, I hear Rey and Chewie are usually based out of Ajan Kloss. Good luck and bye.”

Ben squeezed his eyes shut to will away the spectre but when he opened them again, only to find Solo was still there, a frustrated howl left him. Hands bunched and his teeth grinded as he took in the man’s presence. 

“Let me guess, this is the part where you go on a huge, ghostly monologue about all the changes I’ve made to your life by existing. Right? Going to stop you before you start. Were you like her? Did you truly believe I was better off being sent away?”

As he spoke, he paced. Stalked. Knocked things over and gnashed his teeth. Threatening, like a caged animal, ready to strike at any moment. For years, Ben had talked about wanting ot be like his father. He’d dreamed of the adventures they would inevitably have, all of them ending with someone of the group being rescued by glowing blue butterflies. That was how he knew they were nothing but dreams. A child’s fantasies. He’d made sure, there were no such creatures in the known galaxy.

“Surely you must have had an opinion she dutifully ignored for her own, yes? Seems to be something she’s always been good at. Always right. She wouldn’t hear it unless it were her own opinion out of someone else’s mouth.” Even after her death, Ben still found that he was unable to shake off certain memories. Abandonment, being alone. The largest one, truly, but Ben had predicted that. However, knowing that it was coming didn’t take the sting out of the ache.

Pointing at Han with one finger, his lips pressed into a thin line, Ben continued. “Rey saw you as a father figure, you know.” And Ben had told her that Han would disappoint her. “I’ve always wondered, was she supposed to be some replacement for me or was that a happy coincidence?” 

Bitter. Right to his core.

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          @tornbetweenthestorm​: “You changed me.”

          “No more than any other trooper.” The answer was dismissive, bored. In fact, the soldier’s identification escaped him. FN surely, but definitely not the traitor. 

Hux’s stormtrooper program often involved indoctrination of some sort, and he was sure it’d only become more rigid after 2187′s betrayal. But he wouldn’t fool himself. This was also the same one whose mind had screamed at him through the Force - demanded his attention above all others in formation. Loud. Distracting. Better to take care of that before it became an issue later on. 

Return the group to its former glory. The former normal. On that note, he supposed Hux would claim there was a certain beauty in order - if the general knew what that was.

Finding the soldier had yet to take the dismissal as it was, Kylo turned to regard him silently.

His armor was the same standard issue white. Regulation. Buffed clean. All clasps and under armor firmly in place. Impeccable, truly. Now the trooper had his attention. Undivided.

“For a changed trooper, I see nothing out of the ordinary. You fall in line, blend in with all the rest. Easily forgotten when grouped with your brethren, and yet you believe yourself special. Changed.”

His voice lowered as he stalked closer. One hand darted out to grab the bottom edge of the soldier’s helmet, then dragged him within inches of his own. 

“How did I change you then? Explain this to me. I can easily toss you into reconditioning if you’re no longer operational, so speak.” The unspoken threat accompanying his words was just as real as the blaster in FN’s hands.

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Went to the store and my muse decided that this was absolutely necessary. Good to know he's still kicking around even when I'm being strangled on free time lol.

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          @reyjustrey​: “You changed me.”

          “I changed nothing.” Refusing to face her statement, Ben turned his back on Rey entirely. 

At one point, he’d looked forward to ruling the galaxy with her by his side. Supreme Leader and Empress, descendants of darkness, heirs to all that’d been laid out for them. Two iron fists that would strangle the flames of Resistance right out of existence. It wasn’t even that long ago.

His mother had died while sending him her love and forgiveness. Her final act had been to bring him back to the light. Just as his father had tried. Having lost both of them, Ben supposed he could understand where Rey was coming from.

“When I brought you back, have you back to the galaxy, there was nothing trans-formative about it. If anything, you changed me.” The last part was barely a whisper, as if saying it louder would cause something to shatter. Perhaps that something was Ben himself. Either way... “You showed me how to be Ben again. That’s why we’re still here. You did that.”

He busied his hands with the component in front of him, taking in the smell of burning wires and fuel; the smell of the Falcon calming him further. Talking about the events that took place on Exegol would always be a difficult task, but he managed. 

“Why are you saying shit like that anyway? Didn’t we go over this already?” Part of him wanted her to say yes and drop it. “We need to focus on getting new parts in here soon. I doubt these are going to last much longer. Has Poe been lightspeed skipping again?” 

Deflection and distraction were old habits left over from being Kylo Ren but Ben still relied on them. He wasn’t stupid. Ben knew Rey would figure it out at some point. Hopefully, that point wouldn’t be soon. So far, he’d managed to get out of answering numerous uncomfortable questions, not all of them from her. He hoped to be able to continue that way. 

“Rey?”

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          @hxn-solo​: “I’m sorry.”

          Apologies were only as reliable as the ones giving them. In short, Kylo didn’t believe a word of what came out of Solo’s mouth. Years of being a smuggler meant that Solo was adept at giving seemingly true statements, a face that Ren knew quite well. He was no fool and he reused to be taken as one.

The only one he truly believed was Snoke.

“I’m sure you are,” he answered. Dismissive, quiet. Ren would rather be anywhere but there, facing his father in a random, deserted hallway on the Finalizer. How Solo got there, he didn’t know. “Tell me, would you have been so apologetic had we met anywhere else or is this simply a response made as an act of self preservation?” 

What else would it have been? Nothing genuine, certainly. The idea of the truth coming from a man whose very name and life was built upon dishonesty was almost laughable. And to think that Solo wanted him to believe this. Preposterous. Disgusting. 

A wave of anger and humiliation swept through him and dark eyes narrowed.

“Self preservation. That’s all this has ever been.” Certainty rang through his tone as he stepped toward the man he called a father at one point. But he cut that thought off before it could go further. He refused to allow his mind to make the parental connection again. 

A hand came up as he grabbed Han’s clothing and held the vest tightly. “You lay ina bed of lies, Solo. The Hutts. Kanjiklub. Garuvian Death Squads. All you lied and stole from. Yet here you are, taking a chance. On what?” 

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Alright so I’m going to finally type up those ask answers and try to get some new answer banners made now that I have some time. I’m up for plotting on discord and tumblr ims!

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me: i am INSPIRED i want to WRITE

my brain, immediately: i have never once even seen a sentence

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I have all but two starters handwritten out of everything including the asks. Supervisor decided to be a fucking shit and try to surprise me with two extra days on 8hr gate. Lol bitch no. Anyway, I'll have those posts up soon. My IMs are also open for plotting ;P

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Like this for a random starter. Comment if you want something specific (especially verses).

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Like this for a random starter. Comment if you want something specific (especially verses).

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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ PLEBS / 2.01 –– 2.04 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

“Your money is my money.”

“Essentially everything is mine.”

“This is our chance to start again.”

“Are you actually interested in my life at all?”

“Ask what you want rather than asking me inane questions about my life.”

“I didn’t deceive her or pretend to be her friend for months.”

“Don’t say I never give you anything.”

“I once had sex in a graveyard.”

“He collects them. I tell him he’s compensating for shortcomings elsewhere.”

“How can I get rich?”

“The best way to make money is to have some already.”

“He was with a woman who was butt-naked. And boobs-naked!”

“You’re an absolute dreamboat, mate. If you were a girl, I’d ruin you.”

“I can’t believe I was so stupid.”

“She laughed at my jokes!”

“I genuinely thought you were into me.”

“I saw the naked lady frolicking about.”

“Last night I wished we had more money, and today we do.”

“Shit, maybe it is illegal.”

“I didn’t actually have sex with her.”

“You’re paying me in damp change?”

“You want me to fund your prostitute habit?”

“You thought someone would go out with you because they liked you?”

“Drive, you dickhead!”

“You keep her locked in a box?”

“My boner can break a man’s arm.”

“You think he’s an insufferable prick and you want nothing to do with it.”

“Look how desperate he is. It’s making me nauseous.”

“Have you spiked our dinner with drugs?”

“Nevertheless, I brought all three to climax and then I made them a casserole.”

“It was both horrifically entertaining and informative.”

“When I was married, I was never allowed out.”

“You won’t regret bringing me along.”

“Most marriages end up without sex.”

“Maybe take the dildos off.”

“I’ve just been fired because of you.”

“I don’t think he’s in the right frame of mind.”

“As it turns out, I’ve spent most Friday nights getting sucked off by men.”

“The wedding’s been cancelled and someone tried to kill himself.”

“I kept having fucked up visions of chickens everywhere and people getting noshed off by old men.”

“Unfortunately, most of that happened.”

“I’m actually too stupid for theater.”

“I’m more into sport and sex.”

“You’ll get bored of this in a few days anyway.”

“Don’t swear in front of my baby.”

“It’s not healthy to live with a babu and work with a fire.”

“I don’t claim to know much about parenting, but I suspect you’re doing it wrong.”

“It’s not exactly what I’d hoped being single in the city in my early 20s would be like.”

“Nothing would make us happier than starting a little family of our own.”

“Stop peering over my shoulder.”

“I don’t want to be sociable when I’m reading or shitting.”

“You don’t eat where you shit, famously.”

“You shouldn’t speak ill of the ill.”

“Now maybe I’m three levels above idiot.”

“He’s clearly gay. This is a gay thing.”

“You met an older man in a place where you had your genitals out. And then he buys you homoerotic gifts.”

“I suggest you avoid him from now on.”

“Please heal this dirty man who has turned his back on you.”

“Turns out religion can be very sexy.”

“Turns out someone gives a shit about me after all.’

“I’m not really up from another one of your grubby threesomes.”

“You look really rough and stink of death.”

“I went at him like a goose and he didn’t like it.”

“Pay up before you croak or I’ll sell your corpse to the pig farm.”

“You’ll be dead, and won’t even notice.”

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         There were many things in his life that he wanted to know the answer to. When he was growing up, it boiled down to wondering why he couldn't go on adventures with their dad. Now that he was grown, the answers to those questions were no longer as simple.

It wasn't that he thought his twin was weak - he knew their shared adversary was skilled in manipulation - but he'd always wondered.

Why didn't he fight back?

What was out there in the darkness that would give his brother everything that he ever wanted? Power? That couldn't be so easily measured. Where one failed to be physically strong they could hold a great natural talent for healing. Power was made up of many different facets but he supposed that Kylo had picked the one that threatened others the most - physical prowess, something that Jacen had never fully focused on.

Turning his head, he listened to the hissed answer and replied with a slight hum. Worth was one of those equally as difficult to measure. What was treasure to one was trash to another. Jacen followed Kylo through the blast doors and brought a hand up slightly to shield his eyes from the onslaught of unexpected light. On the pedestal was their grandfather's helmet, resting in the ashes of those who had fallen to his brother's crimson blade.

Jacen couldn't say what the sight made him feel but that was irrelevant. The question presented to him made his spine straighten. What was Kylo looking for?

"What was there for me to fight? The darkness didn't call to me as it did to you. Whatever was seen in you wasn't found in me. Twins we may be but our power differs, as it would with anyone else. What makes you so certain that this is what I would want to become? Miserable and sulking about the galaxy looking to kill my family and anyone who opposed me. What a life. What life? Had I immersed myself in darkness, I would never be able to see what else I could become. Or is that why you're asking me? Because you want to see what it is that I can do?"

He kept his hands in plain sight as he turned to face Kylo, dark eyes narrowed.

"Or is it because you've seen something in the Force and you want to make it a reality? A vision of what I could be as a Sith warrior by your side, perhaps?"

@sithroyal //: ‘why didn’t you fight back?’ from this meme! 

The plight of the somnambulist. How to answer oneself?

When he woke up, the voice was still there. It had been distant in the dream, but somehow now, the voice grew nearer, its utterances rapidly developed, primed in his waking state. What began as a jumble of garbled baying, grunts, and nonsense words arranged themselves into a cohesive verbal unit. Acute and suddenly, startlingly loud.

‘Why didn’t you fight back?’

Kylo Ren opened his eyes onto a titanium alloy ceiling. He took a shaking breath, held it. Held it as long as it took to regain silence and balance. His body in relation to space.

He’d dreamed, as he often did, that he was arriving at the forest of Endor. The dense thicket of trees… the muddy quality of the air, the forgotten hollow. The pyre.

Kylo Ren threw off his standard-issue blanket, and shakily rose to his feet. He was fully dressed, socks and all, otherwise, he knew he’d been deep asleep. He stopped only to pull on his boots; then, Kylo padded out into the hall, where a single viewport projected a square of pale light onto the floor.

He was there. The speaker. Kylo saw the figure waiting in the corridor. Recognized him by silhouette. Didn’t need to see his face to know who it was. Rather not. But the stars. Ah, the stars.

“Why didn’t you fight back?” the figure asked.

Kylo Ren forced himself to meet his gaze.

“There was no need to fight. You’d already made up your mind.”

The speaker only repeated his query. Kylo Ren lifted his head. Now, he glared.

“You left,” Kylo hissed. His voice broke just above a whisper. “You don’t know what it was like. You wouldn’t have made it. You’re weak. You were taking up space.  So I took matters into my own hands, traded a false life for a purpose. Something worthy.”

Kylo Ren started down the corridor, waved for the figure to follow, led him toward a pitch room. The blast doors wheezed open… the same pale light cut across them like a knife’s blade. Drowning them in sheer white gauze.

Kylo Ren, and himself.

“I built you a shrine,” he said. “Would you like to see it? The skull of Darth Vader. His helmet rests on a column of ashes; this here. Think of it as an emblem of all you could never become.”

Kylo motioned to a dark spire in the far left corner of the chamber, only just visible from where they stood. Why didn’t he fight back? He did not look at the figure as he addressed him. Silence and starlight passed between them.

“Why didn’t you?” he whispered.