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[jundlcndwastes]

If there was anything she hated it was cold weather, which was why you'd never find her on an icy planet like Hoth a day in her life. She'd have to be paid pretty handsomely otherwise. The chill in the air nipped at her senses and if she was cold then he was feeling it as well. A warm cloak was spread over Seth's shoulders, leaving it up to him to adjust to keep himself warm. With her own coat wrapped around her body, she joined him by the fire.

❝ Yeah, I'm good, ❞ she smiled at him, but there was exhaustion in that smile. It had been a long day . . . or week really. But it all had to be worth it in the end, she told herself. ❝ Just going over in my head where to go next. Nowhere feels safe anymore, not unless you know the right people. Even then those people will sell you out to save their own skins. ❞

☆ ───── @givenpath from here !

[sacredpyre]

i expected someone with your reputation to be a little older.

"I'll take that as a compliment then," A small smile tugs at the at the corners of her lips as she pulled down her hood, slightly tilting her head at the tall male. "Age is alone is only a detail of one's character, years are often if you don't have the determination and focus to work towards the things you want. "

@givenpath

[godstrayed]

❛ i ain’t talkin’ to you when you’re like this. ❜ (Kylo if you're up for it.)

　It’s  hard  to  kill  some  things  inside  of  him.  Harder  to  let  other  things  in.  Seth  was  and  always  would  be  an  exception  to  every  rule  he  had  made  for  himself.  Their  shared  experience  was  the  only  familiarity  he  felt  left.  And  despite  everything,  the  rage  that  always  got  the  best  of  him  and  ate  away  all  the  good  things  that  had  been  left  never  once  really  ignited  in  a  way  to  harm  his  brother.  

He  would  be  to  Seth  what  he  wished  someone  else  had  been  towards  him.

　　❝  Wait,  ❞  The  word  is  unsteady  because  he  is  not  used  to  apologizing.  Not  the  Supreme  Leader  of  The  First  Order.  With  Seth,  he  would  always  be  Ben.  In  some  ways,  that  was  a  weakness  &  in  other  ways  it  was  anchoring. None the less they were brothers.   ❝  I  shouldn’t  have  said  it  like  that.  Hux  is  a  spiteful  and  cowardly  weasel.  But  he  is  vicious.  And  I  need  him  for  now.  You  cannot  let  him  get  under  your  skin.  ❞ 

[lightsiided]

next time something like this happens, you have to promise to tell me

* patching up wounds prompts | accepting

     rey's nose wrinkles. it seems like a bit of an overreaction -- she isn't even that BADLY injured. if it weren't for the fact that her injury is on her shoulder, perfectly positioned to be IMPOSSIBLE to rub bacta on herself, there would be no reason for seth to even know about it now.

"it's really not an issue," she insists. rey shifts away, rotating her shoulder. she winces as the bandage pulls uncomfortably across her skin. that will be DIFFICULT to manage in training. "it's not like i'll be bedridden. if we keep putting bacta on it it'll heal in no time and be fine."

the last thing she needs now is a lecture. there is too much to do -- too much at stake. injuries have always been part of the deal, anyway, even when she was young. she is accustomed to them, now. "so if you don't want to help me, just say that, and i'll find someone ELSE."

@givenpath

[lightsiided]

     For once, she doesn't argue. Rey had wanted to believe there was light left in Ben, too. But she knows now she was MISTAKEN. That is a lesson Seth will have to learn on his own, as painful as it will be. There's no describing the hurt she felt when he failed to return to the light. She still thinks of it often -- opening up to him, expecting so much... only to be let down. "I know," Rey murmurs. She can't say she would do anything DIFFERENTLY, if she were in his position. She has no siblings, no family... but Finn is like a brother to her. Where wouldn't she go, if there was a chance she could save him? Probably, she'd do much worse than sneak around and take off.

The brief moment of sincerity is gone as quickly as it'd come. Rey scoffs. "Me slow you down?" she repeats, as if the very idea of it is absurd. "Come ON." Together, they head towards the cockpit -- Seth is right about one thing. They need to get going as soon as possible. While they walk, she considers the plan.

"It could work," Rey says slowly. "But how would we get the chance to speak with him? Wait until he arrives and board his ship? Or... lure him to a nearby planet? That's assuming he'll come ALONE, which is a big 'if.'"

HE COULD BE NICER. Seth knew he should be. If he wanted... honestly, he did not know what he wanted. Did he want to be a Jedi like Luke or something more? Solo had too much darkness in him and uncertainty. It always lurked. Ready to strike like a snake coiled. "Maybe you're right." Sometimes he shocked himself. Agreeing with felt just as wrong it did right. "I do want to believe there is light in him."

Sighing, his shoulders snagged down in defeat. There was no use in keeping up the arguing for long. He had more to him than constant opposition. "Still, he is my brother." Kylo couldn't be completely lost. Ben had to be in there, somewhere.

Maybe he was grasping what little hope there was. If he was able to reach out to his mother after so long and see the error of his ways, hen his brother wasn't lost completely. "Fine. If you slow me down, so help me." So much for being nice. "What are your thoughts on blowing up the base he was last in? It could draw him there away from Snoke." It was a plan he formulated in his mind for awhile. "We best get going. The sooner we can get in the air, the more time to plan."

[monsterxmade]

[ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 ] : receiver is trying to win sender's trust in order to escape later.

( @givenpath )

It wasn’t hard for Anya to make herself seem harmless. Even as an adult, she was short and built like an adolescent athlete, not to mention the way her lack of knowledge about the world around her gave her a certain naivety about seemingly common things that a child or an idiot might have. People so rarely believed she was capable of the horrors she had committed. They didn’t see all the blood on her hands the way Anya herself did. She liked when she could use it to her advantage.

"All of this really is unnecessary," she says, feigning nervousness. "You took my weapons. I couldn't beat you in a fight if I tried. Can't I have my hands back? This is starting to really hurt."

[jedhans]

you don’t need to play dumb with me. i like you better when you’re smart. (whoever is the strongest for you.)

A small, seemingly insignificant moment passed in which Seryn froze, unsure how to proceed, then the moment passed, prompting her to stand taller, straightening her spine ever so slightly. Why had such a shift come about within her, one may wonder? Because she had spent hours upon hours molding herself, making herself into a fabricator, a fabulist who could concoct even the most complex, compounding stories and make them seem believable.

Now, do not be mistaken. She did not enjoy concocting such stories; she had to in the name of self-preservation, because even though the galaxy had made great, near gargantuan strides since the fall of the Empire, they still had a long way to go when it came to the things they did not understand. Such was confirmed, cemented in reality by the fate that would undoubtedly befall her in the event that her true nature was revealed.

She was not a mere human. No, not in the slightest, because she had been made in the image of a woman who had died, passing from this mortal realm onto the next decades ago.

The original Seryn Cerepath was no more, but her replica . . . she was still there, donning both her face and name. Her demeanor . . . not so much, since she had figured out early on that there were many advantages to playing daft.

“What makes you think I’m playing?” she breathed, her tones soft, barely there, because none had seen through her so plainly until now.

[gemistellium]

UNUSUAL MUSE ASSOCIATIONS

spice : smoked paprika

weather event / natural disaster : hurricane

colour : lavender purple

colour of the sky : greenish-gray before a tornado

plant : purple iris flower

animal : coyote

houseplant : snake plant

weapon :  a small pocket knife

subject / major : meteorology

gemstone / mineral : obsidian

make-up product : black eyeliner

candy : sour gummies

fear : thunderstorms

method of long-distance travel : walking / on foot

art style : impressionism

historical period : the 2nd ice age (2.4 billion years ago)

wood : driftwood

mythological creature : phoenix

three emojis : 🌪️🎨🌎

celestial body : mars, the bringer of war

romcom archetype : the emotionally unavailable loner

spice : cinnamon

weather event / natural disaster : drought

colour : deep burgundy

colour of the sky : amber at sunset

plant : tobacco

animal : fox

houseplant : bonsai tree

weapon :  scythe

subject / major : law

gemstone / mineral : garnet

make-up product : concealer

candy : peppermint

fear : conflict and confrontation

method of long-distance travel : stagecoach

art style : neoclassicism

historical period : antebellum america (1810’s-1860’s)

wood : hickory

mythological creature : griffin

three emojis : 🤝🏻⚖️🇺🇸

celestial body : mercury, the winged messenger

romcom archetype : the concerned family member

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[v011d-aa]

WHAT FLAVOR IS YOUR SOUL?

SALT Ah, little Kraken, bold are you. Restless sailor, dauntless fighter, lower your sword, let me see your shield. Ah, of course, they are but the same object. Oh wave-tossed ruffian, lend me some of your mettle, would you? You have been struck by the sharpest of spears yet you still stand here proudly. But off your guard, elsewhere on the battlefield, you will find your spirit can parch others. Your words are but weapons crafted from your soul. little lion, sheathe your claws, or the ones you love the most will suffer. You do not have to be strong all the time, love; there's nothing wrong with being soft. Vulnerability is not weakness, and if it were, what's wrong with that? Strength is not always your greatest tool; your heart is good. Put down Excalibur and use your words. You'll find they will carry you much farther. Not everything in life is a battle.

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[techniiciian]

Which is your morality alignment?

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[jundlcndwastes]

Cyrus had tried to stay conscious for as long as he could bear it, but eventually, all his strength and senses were worn down to a fine point, and he was fading into darkness. It was a terrifying thing, not knowing what would happen once his eyelids fell against his will. The ringing in his ears muddied with a voice though, one that was calling out his name and bringing him back to the light again. Tired lids peeled back, and he had to blink a few times before making out Seth's face. His body lurched forward against his will, and he gasped out loud, realizing he was falling. His ally caught him in his arms before he hit the ground. ❝ What's happening? ❞ His voice was groggy, but he figured something had to have happened for Seth to get to him.

☆ ───── @givenpath from here !

[v011d]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞?

A shadow figure within a void. You are the flickering shape in the darkness. The echo of something lost. Are you even there at all, really? Does anyone see what you are beyond the darkness that surrounds you? You were the first to lose yourself. You stumbled in the dark, and in trying to find who you are, you picked up all the wrong pieces of broken things. Can you still say that you are you if you have torn yourself apart and stitched yourself together with every monstrous replacement you could find? What is it that you think will make you whole again? Do you think that your teeth and claws can protect you? There is no monster trying to harm you. There is only you, and nothing can protect you from yourself if you insist upon your own self-destruction. You are the villain of your own story. There is no one you have harmed more than yourself.

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[sidiouspuppets]

UNUSUAL MUSE ASSOCIATIONS

SHI’AL VALORUM

spice : cinnamon

weather event / natural disaster : rainbow

colour : blush pink

colour of the sky : pink at sunrise

plant : rose

animal : dove

houseplant : peace lily

weapon :  a small pocket knife

subject / major : music

gemstone / mineral : rose quartz

make-up product : blush

candy : caramel

fear : loss of loved ones

method of long-distance travel : spacecraft

art style : baroque

historical period : the 1920’s

wood : aspen

mythological creature : pegasus

three emojis : 🩰🎭🎀

celestial body : the stars

character archetype : the lover

COUNT DOOKU

spice : black pepper

weather event / natural disaster : tornado

colour : crimson red

colour of the sky : the dark gray of storm clouds

plant : poison ivy

animal : hawk

houseplant : devil’s ivy

weapon :  lightsaber

subject / major : government

gemstone / mineral : moldavite

make-up product : eyeshadow

candy : dark chocolate

fear : irrelevance

method of long-distance travel : spacecraft

art style : neoclassical

historical period : the late roman republic

wood : yew

mythological creature : dragon

three emojis : ⛓️⚖️👑

celestial body : saturn

character archetype : the anti-hero

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[dutyled]

      #       dutyled            a selective oc; TEDROS NICHOLAS WILLIAMS (PENDRAGON), inspired by red white and royal blue with verses in merlin bbc, descendants, disney, arthurian legends & more. (low activity / queue based / mutuals only) est. nov 2023 ⤷ Remembered by Emrys, 30+ They / Them

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐏𝐒𝐀: this blog will contain dark themes. this blog will only RP with anyone ages 21+ due to triggering themes. Minors, Non Mutuals & Non RP Blogs DNI.

DIRECTORY: carrd // starter call // threads memes // open interactions // promo

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[techniiciian]

success!  another ( fake ) warranty secured.  today truly was a glorious day for the empire.  and matt showed it unabashedly as he whooped and fist pumped the air in dramatic celebration.   ❝thank you for your business. ❞   with that the younger solo relinquished the delectable stew with flourish and a waggle of his blond brow.

but seth’s words sat with him.  his brother’s regret at not making time for him hung heavy in the air.  he didn’t blame him.  matt understood the weight resting heavily on seth’s shoulders.  it was a burdern he didn’t envy.  it was one matt knew he wouldn’t let his brother bare by his lonesome, even though sometimes it felt like seth tried, intentionally or not, to alienate himself.   ❝yeah, i know.  i forgive you.❞

matt shifted some, bumping his shoulder to seth’s affectionately.   ❝which is why i’m here.  i know i’m not the heir, but that doesn’t mean i can’t help out.  Be someone you can lean on.❞   ever one for dramatics matt rested his blonde mop of curls on his brother’s shoulder while he continued,   ❝the empire wasn’t built in a day, you know,❞   he shot his older brother a pointed look,   ❝and it wasn’t built alone.❞

❝even gran’pa has aunt leia and papa helping him out all the time.❞   with a lopsided smile he leaned in, a giggle on his lips,    ❝do you really think gramps could handle all those galas by himself?❞   he had, at one time, matt knew this, but that’s besides the point.  but force, was it funny to imagine the emperor dealing with nobility and senators buzzing around him.

❝anyway, come on and finish eating!  there’s no point in having a renewed tie warranty if we’re not gonna take to the skies!  it’ll be fun, and you could use some fun.❞

THE ROLL WAS LIGHT IN HIS MOUTH AND MELTED. It gave him a feeling of home. Something the Death Star or Mustafar could never give him as much as he wanted it. It didn't mean he had no love for Vader because he was honored when he was chosen as his heir. Smiling at his brother, the weight of all that was on him lifted briefly when he was around Matt.

"Do I ever." He took another bite after commenting. By this time most of the roll was gone. Chuckling, he popped the rest in his mouth. He didn't care if crumbs got on his fingers. For once his hands were bare and not in gloves like he dawned when roaming the halls. His eyes went back to the stew greedily. Solo knew he should have eaten earlier today but his focus took his mind off the hunger pains. Luckily he had breakfast in the mess hall.

Seth knew he should be there more for Matt. At times, he felt guilty for leaving him behind to claim his destiny. Failing to go get his own crystal was just another testament to his not doing what he was supposed too. A reminder that he too had his limits. He did need to make himself go, though he kept telling himself when he was ready he would. The heir wanted Vader to be proud.

Raising a brow as he glanced back over to him, he nodded so to give him permission. "I'll renew as long as it comes with a bonus and that stew." He pointed out. His hunger was taking the best of him. "If that's you asking to go out, you know we can. I'm sorry I get so wrapped up in this being the heir. It's just grandfather expects me to be... disciplined."

[caebrera]

making you the patron saint of something

patron saint of relics

patron saint of remembering. patron saint of holding something close. patron saint of holding on for too long. for a saint, a relic is often a part of the body, kept for some physical memento of their holiness. they are all in your hands, now: does it feel like remembrance? does it feel sanctified? are the dust and blood as precious as they're supposed to be?

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