#fatekilled

[norskasai]

Fatekiller

I couldn't pick between red or bluee

[catstoner]

hey kaz can i use ur art as a pfp on instagram. with credit obviously h

YES OF COURSE !! my insta is fatekills for credit ^_^

[aniimvs]

"plots please" here as well because why not 👀

subject plots please // not accepting : :

i'll respond with three or more potential relationships // connections // plots between our muses. a creative exercise with no pressure to follow up, but we can if you'd like!

𝐢. qui-gon sin

a chance to explore a young qui-gon? like, really young? like padawan-apprentice years young? maybe freshly knighted? him at an impressionable age, is what i'm getting at. because qui-gon is so unusual in that he absolutely takes the jedi laws with a pound of salt and does bend knee to them. so seeing that penchant, but in an unrefined way? especially, he could potentially meet a dark sider.

not a sith, but a simple dark side adept. i wouldn't come up with anything totally brand new cause i think something in between what i have for ren's tcw verse and his old republic verse would work ( aka kylo ren is in service to a sith-lord-so-caught-between-alive-and-undead-that-he's-a-planet who is several thousand years old and has been manipulating the ren family for an unseemly about of generations, maybe he's still a "jedi killer" ). it's an interesting thought to see his reaction to someone wielding the dark side when he's not tempered by age and experience. he may've always been an outside of the box sort of thinker, but being young means being dumb.

not a sith, but a simple dark side adept. i wouldn't come up with anything totally brand new cause i think something in between what i have for ren's tcw verse and his old republic verse would work ( aka kylo ren is in service to a sith-lord-so-caught-between-alive-and-undead-that-he's-a-planet who is several thousand years old and has been manipulating the ren family for an unseemly about of generations ). it's an interesting thought to see his reaction to someone wielding the dark side when he's not tempered by age and experience. he may've always been an outside of the box sort of thinker, but being young means being a little dumb.

and of course ─── since i'm damn predictable and a sucker for this shit ─── put them in a situation where they have to rely on each other. those plotlines never get old for me honestly and it just leads to such dilemmas 'cause here's this jedi at the beginning of his journey and is now struggling to stay alive. and what's helping keep him alive? the dark side. and this dark side adept who hates the order and all they stand for is equally vulnerable.

𝐢𝐢. not all the jedi were apathetic

hi, yes, hello, i am a bitter bitch that not a single jedi that we know of appeared to ben solo after he let in a little more light. he got nothing, not even someone peering over the ledge like "c'mon, dumbass, stop fucking around and come help." while i'm betting leia was battle-meditating from systems away ( why her body didn't disappear until her son did ), what if she wasn't the only one offering encouragement. what if the jedi who saw anakin's potential and witnessed lifetimes of heartache without the ability to intervene?

and then from there: talks in the afterlife? because ben is stuck, that's why he didn't force ghost. that's the only LOGICAL explanation. because he found to much solace in the dark, found himself there, defined himself by his control over it. but he never consumed by it hence his lack of dark sider eyes. plus, i got a feeling the reason leia died was no projecting herself across star systems. ain't no way that's gonna take down leia organa. the only thing that's gonna take her down is herself and so, how much you wanna bet she fed her life force into her son as he gave his to rey?

she's not letting her son get out of the consequences of his actions that easy...nor is she going to let her son die anyway. she brought him into this world, she gets to decide when he gets taken out.

and on that tangent, imagine then ben meeting qui-gon. who, following the idea from earlier, was the only jedi to approach ben solo as he came to rey's aid. what would he have to say? what would ben say back? let the dramatic fanfare begin.

𝐢𝐢𝐢. a very smol plot

not even a plot, more like potential because the books haven't even been released yet. but high republic? i've aggressively become a chia pet of ideas because hell yes. i don't even think benlo would be a sith in this verse. rule of two and whatnot and i'm sure that role is taken. so he's probably part of the nihils ( darth nihilus vibes intensify ) and, while a dark side adept, is more like an evil han solo.

qui-gon meeting that during an era where the galaxy feels like the wild west? i'm trying to remain a reasonable human adult and not reveal my need to grabby hands at such a plot.

[kalesera]

        the  empire  strikes  back    |    accepting        //        @fatekilled​  sent  :  it  is  your  destiny.

        SATINE  STARES  OUT  OVER  THE  CITY,    gaze  drifting  over  ruined  transparisteel  buildings.    they  were  rebuilding,    already  wiping  evidence  of  the  civil  wars’  destruction  from  the  new  capital,    but  the  scars  will  linger  far  longer  than  it  will  take  to  construct  new  architecture.        her  city,    her  people.        she  had  been  born  to  lead,    but  never  had  she  expected  the  weight  to  be  so  enormous    —    all  of  mandalore  was  far  more  than  just  house  kryze  and  its  allied  clans,    far  more  than  she  had  been  prepared  for.    but  she  will  not  shrink  from  the  task,    she  will  bring  mandalore  into  a  new  era  of  peace  and  prosperity,    breaking  the  cycle  of  endless  violence,    if  it  takes  every  ounce  of  her  considerable  will.

        she  has  convinced  weary  clan  warlords,    warriors  as  traditional  as  her  parents,    to  join  her  cause,    has  brought  a  peaceful  end  to  a  conflict  that  started  before  she  was  even  born.    she  can  handle  the  task  of  picking  up  the  pieces,    she  must.    still,    it  does  her  good  to  hear  her  protector’s  confidence  in  her  ability.    she’s  grown  quite  fond  of  the  wise  jedi  over  the  past  year,    and  she  holds  his  opinion  in  high  regard.

        “    perhaps  it  is.    ”        but  destiny  is  an  ambiguous  thing,    isn’t  it?        she  stands  here  beside  a  jedi  in  the  finery  of  a  duchess,    but  inside  she  still  feels  like  a  frightened  girl,    too  thin  and  haunted  by  a  year  spent  running  for  her  life,    by  a  childhood  full  of  death  and  war.    but  the  new  mandalorians  have  seen  something  in  her  beyond  the  girl  struggling  to  break  free  of  her  fathers’  shadow,    as  have  her  protectors,    and  she  intends  to  rise  to  their  expectations.    for  mandalore.    for  herself.

        chin  tilts  upwards,    confident,    and  she  meets  the  older  man’s  gaze,    eyes  sparkling  as  her  lips  pull  in  a  gentle  smile.        oh,    she’ll  be  sad  to  see  him  go.        “    your  faith  in  me  is  appreciated,    master  jinn    ”

[peacesought]

✴ ✧ ✴  𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 : @fatekilled​

𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄  drifts  to  his  lightsaber,  eyeing  with  both  curiosity  and  wariness.  realizing  she’s  being  far  from  subtle  in  her  interest,  a  pale  flush  creeps  up  lightly  freckled  cheeks  and  satine  ducks  her  head  briefly.  “sorry,  i-,”  nose  scrunches  in  frustration  at  her  stammering,  an  audible  sigh  before  she  pauses  and  tries  anew,  “for  all  that  i’ve  heard  about  the  weapons  of  your  order,  for  all  the  pride  my  ancestors  took  in  thwarting  them,  i’ve  not  seen  one  up  close  before.”

[uniforced]

The Five Senses Sentence Starters // ACCEPTING        ↳ @fatekilled​ said: “I see you.”

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 against the plush, carpeted halls of the temple, but it was a poor Jedi indeed who relied only on their ears. Shaak Ti was not disappointed to hear him call out, and rewarded her fellow master with a sharp-toothed grin. “So I would hope.”

“It’s good to see you returned, Master Jinn.” On and off of Coruscant, her missions left little time and fewer opportunities to mingle; even the the smallest pleasantries snatched in passing felt too precious to waste. “Are you and your Padawan well...?”

[deificiomoved]

@fatekilled​  :    things you said after a nightmare.

he  has  long  since  grown  accustomed  to  waking  with  a  scream  dying  in  his  throat.    many  long  years  have  passed ,   but  he  still  dreams  so  often  of  that  day  on  naboo ,   of  the  ‘saber  being  thrust  through  his  master ,   his  own  screams ,   his  absolute  failure  when  his  master  had  needed  him  most    --

this  one  is  a  bad  one ,   and  he  is  not  accustomed  to  waking  to  a  hand  at  his  arm ,   to  his  master’s  face  above  his  own.    still  half - caught  in  the  throes  of  sleep ,   he  cannot  understand.    he  is  a  padawan  again ,   he’d  just  watched  the  sith  apprentice  kill  his  master ,   his  panic  is  a  stranglehold ,   a  vise  around  his  chest ...

obi - wan  leans  over  and  vomits  over  the  side  of  the  bed ,   narrowly  missing  qui - gon’s  socked  feet ,   and  a  sob  rises  in  his  throat ,   threatening  to  suffocate  him.       “   master   --   ”       he  chokes ,   stomach  threatening  to  rebel  once  more.    bits  and  pieces  are  returning  but  he’s  so  confused ,   disoriented ,   and  he  wants  the  specter    (   not  a  specter ,   some  part  of  his  brain  reminds  him ,   qui - gon  had  not  died ,   it  had  been  so  long  ago  and  he  is  still  alive ,   it’d  only  been  a  dream   )    to  leave  him  alone ,   but  at  the  same  time ,   more  than  anything ,   he  wants  qui - gon  to  stay.    in  the  morning  he  may  be  humiliated ,   but  in  this  moment  rational  thought  is  far  from  his  capabilities.

“   master ,   i   --   ”       hot ,   itchy  tears  have  begun  to  trail  down  his  face.     he  is  powerless  to  stop  them ,   just  as  he  cannot  help  the  next  sob  that  tears  free.      “   don’t  go ,   i  cannot  bear  it   --   ”

[finalstepsmoved]

"  AND  THERE’S  SOMETHING  ABOUT  community  that  creates  competition  and  something  about  competition  that  leaves  me  feeling  uninvited.  “

@fatekilled​  𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅  for  a  starter.

[cvrsdordr-a]

𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇   𝐵𝑂𝐷𝑌   𝑃𝐴𝑅𝑇   𝐴𝑅𝐸   𝑌𝑂𝑈 ?

Teeth

To tear, to rip, to eat, to devour. You’ve only barked and attacked your whole life, bitten and torn at the hands that approached you, unable to tell if they were going to feed you or hurt you. Not uncommon for someone who has endured what you have. Sometimes they can turn in on yourself, biting and tearing flesh at every crevice of your being until you can find what’s underneath, to truly know who you are. But you won’t. Teeth always rot and fall out, and when that day comes, you will be weak and defenceless, muzzled and useless. So while you can, look to the cameras and give us a big smile.

tagged by: @aniimvs​ (thank you c:) tagging: @conniidel​, @crimsondyad​, @mr-riddler​, @edgeineer​, @pumpcursed​, @gracefallen​, @fatekilled​, @mofftarkin​, @cptsprrw​, @noblecide​, @solereus​, @stagekiller​, @tornbetweenthestorm​, @applesdrowned​, @starlight-pilot​

[yunharlaquin]

@fatekilled​ asked:      lazy to go to anakin's blog but hc: anakin is jaina's favorite granda! bye

👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍

[negotiaetor]

Obi-Wan loves his master, @fatekilled and will LITERALLY fight you about it. And win. Ask Maul. He'll win.

[vaccerelli]

“We need to hire assassins,” Magnus says, his hands tightening on the mahogany of his table. The Gladstone crest is filigreed into the polished wood every few centimeters. 

“Corpse Engineers?” his majordomo, Pyotr Wastovia asks. 

“Too much of a time investment. More immediate.” Magnus snaps back. The Corpse Engineers are a collective of weaponless assassins, who design large and complex traps from the surrounding environments, and arrange for tasteful, merciless accidents. Expensive and meticulous. But their contracts can extend for up to three years, as they love to devise complex, innovative, thoroughly unnecessarily involved plans. 

“Fatekillers?” Pyotr ventures. 

His father had come, exiled from House Wastovia, and switched his allegiances, serving a brand new empire of cruel and fickle madmen. Pyotr had been born into the service of the Gladstone Empire, and for it, always wondered why the Pale Imperium had driven his father from them. His father had been honorable, if severe. 

The strange similarities and differences between the Gladstone Empire and the Pale Imperium sometimes drove him to bitterness; two powerful lordships with more in common than any of their enemies, driven by pride to frustrate each other politically despite their commonality. 

“Pfah,” Magnus says, and spits on the floor. “Witches.” 

Fatekillers; Oracles of the Early End. A distaff hex-coven of the Skin Aristocrats, they murdered those whom they deemed Fate had no interest in, and were never caught, their miraculous energies mystifying authorities. It was said the leftover fate of those they killed protected their destinies, an insulation of lost lives and macabre constructs. 

“Taraf al-Ghar? Brothers of the Endless? Slow Blades? Murderboys? Fleshpires?“

“Yes.” Magnus’ head snaps around. “Fleshpires. Send the fleshpires after Percival.” 

Fleshpires. Carnoghasts. Anthropophagos. Hardened men from the Plague Polity, the city-state of disease and malformation. The fleshpires were constantly shedding their own skin cells too fast, and required constant grafts to maintain their own physical structure. But in some cases, some simply consumed the blood and muscle and fatty tissue of others, and it had revived them, made them briefly whole again. They worked on contract, but occasionally would decline payment if they were allowed to consume the entirety of their target. 

[peacesought]

@fatekilled​ asked: “ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. ”

he  means  well,  she  knows,  qui-jon  jinn,  even  if  his  words  settle  under  her  skin  and  sit  there  uncomfortably  like  an  itch  she  wishes  to  scratch  out.  others  might  have  received  a  quicker  retort  from  her,  silver  tongue  prone  to  sharp  edges  when  provoked,  but  he  has  been  so  very  good  to  her,  this  strange  jedi,  and  for  that  satine  pauses.  “mandalore  is  a  place  of  traditions,  so  deeply  enshrined  with  its  people,”  (my  people,  she  thinks,  knows),  “that  is  as  much  a  part  of  us  as  our  bones,  melded  in  every  fibre  of  our  being.  however,”  gaze  turns  sharper  now  and  gone  is  tired  girl  with  bruises  fingers  and  aching  legs,  replaced  by  something  steeled,  “it  does  not  mean  these  traditions  are  worth  keeping.”

“in  turn,  master  jinn,  i  don’t  think  my  goal  is  to  stop  the  change,  not  when  i  am  the  change.” 

[sodkgb]

A tweet

Hey Fatekiller(@ItsFatekiller), thank you for following me

— SODKGB (@sodkgb) February 11, 2020

[deificiomoved]

@fatekilled is threatening me w/ an ask i sent and i don’t even know what it is...  i am fear

[finalstepsmoved]

@fatekilled hello 👁👄👁