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; independent rey rp, est. 2015. not spoiler free!  

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( hi i promise i’m not dead but my thesis did try its best to murder me!!!!!!

[onyxstorms]

I knew his grandfather. And his mother. She was an incredible woman. [x]

[nightblightowl]

I started this when the very first trailer for TROS came out. This was rough draft and a gif test, so it’s not perfect. I was going to animate a lot more of it. But for now, I’m just going to post this, in case I can never get myself to go back to it. There’s a lot more ideas occupying my head right now.

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A Marriage Story

[forcedintostarwars]

At the age of 19 Padme Amidala was the queen of a planet and had already saved her people from total crisis

At the age of 19 Anakin Skywalker was married and a general in a galaxy wide war and was considered to be one of the most powerful Jedi in history 

At the age of 19 Leia Organa was a senator in the imperial senate as well as a leader and spy for the Rebellion

At the age of 19 Luke was making vroom vroom noises with his toy planes 

I love him so much

[pianopadawan]

Reblog if you empathize with Luke

[stephendann]

At Luke’s age of 19, Uncle Owen established the longest record of holding back the tidal forces of Skywalker bullshit, besting the previous record of 22 minutes set by Obi Wan Kenobi

[taraljc]

accurate.

[elljayvee]

Literally, Uncle Owen dies and Luke IMMEDIATELY gets into a bar fight (Obi-Wan beat his personal best, having lasted 25.3 minutes holding back Skywalkers this time), breaks into an Imperial facility & breaks out a prisoner, joins a gang, and destroys a space station, in, like, 3 days.

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darkxrey‌:

debris and destruction is what surrounds them, where a civilization used to lie and now there’s nothing but the smell of death, blood and putrefaction. the first order really wipe another population to its brim. her nostril blares as she breathes in hard. shrinking her nose as the smell invades her sense.

   —- she focuses on her sister’s voice, questions that run through her mind long before she asks.

‘ you’re not a burden Rey ! you’ve proven yourself to them many times,’ she grows frustrated with the situation, slide her blaster back onto her shoulder and reaches out to grab onto Rey’s arm. making eye contact.’ safe? Rey we’re together… i’m keeping you safe. we’ve got each other’s back, what else could we find if we leave? there’s nothing out there… no one wants us!’

“But this isn’t what I want!” Rey shouts. The carnage, the wasteland...she cannot believe that they are truly responsible for this. The First Order positions itself as a peacemaking force, but with this kind of devastation left behind, Rey knows now that it’s all a lie. They should have known from the beginning.

Feeling Kira seize her arm, the scavenger shuts her eyes and turns her head away. That feeling is back, the one that buzzes in the back of her skull and reminds her that this isn’t right. It reminds her that she’s different, and something unknown is calling her...away from this place. Away from the darkness.

“I can’t do this, Kira.” she says, “And you shouldn’t have to either. Look at all the pain they’ve caused...this isn’t what we should want. Please, let’s go some place else...some place safe and quiet, like it used to be...”

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Rey is a total food hoarder. It becomes a bit of a problem when she joins in completely with the Resistance, given that their little band of outcasts is meant to share all that they have. But if anyone where to go into Rey’s things, where she keeps her tools and whatnot, they’d find lots of old Imperial rations, pilfered from ships and old settlements. They’d find packaging from different sweets and the cores from all kinds of various fruits, but not one crumb of anything edible left behind. Rey hoards, but she never wastes. She’ll eat anything in sight, never quite sure when she’ll go hungry again.

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darkxrey‌:

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pain radiates between her temples, ducks, digs, burrows like a vicious mite, into the grubby pink matter in her brain.  ever since becoming a trooper, she became empty like a sieve, holes drilled into her spirit again && again.  there is no peace for a woman with a blank slate smeared across her soul; not even the chalk dust is allowed to linger.

undriven snow falls fresh around them. her white suit formal and suiting her best. 

 blizzards, chill that grips her in its vice && coils around her like a blanket.

her eyes fall onto her sister. blaster pointing down.

‘        i’m not leaving, Rey. the first order gave us a purpose, don’t you see it? why would you want to walk away from that? if you desert. you know… you know i’ll have to report,’

She’s shaking in the snow, hat discarded, hair whipping in the wind that threatens to freeze every inch of her if she stays out here too long. Even though Kira looks well-composed, a perfect officer and leader, Rey cannot seem to match her. She’s never been able to match her; the state of their uniforms is giveaway enough. Kira’s is pressed, perfect, not a button out of place. Rey’s is crumpled and uncomfortable, a perfect metaphor for how she feels as part of the First Order.

“I can’t stay here, Kira.” she says, her voice nearly pleading. The blaster in Kira’s hands makes her nervous. She wouldn’t...would she?

“I don’t have a purpose here! I’m...I’m useless, I’m a burden...they’re going to get rid of me one way or another. If we leave now, we can start over! We can go back, we can be safe...”

[flurgburgler]

When your son’s a Jedi padawan but he still inherited his father’s sass

[kasiopea-star-wars]

Finished! “Do or do not” story.

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( i have...feelings about the concept art that’s steadily been leaked and i need some ‘duel of fates’ plots up in here

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thejacketthief‌:

      Finn’s brows raise up a little when she asks if HE feels anything. He doesn’t, of course– except uncomfortable. This dark, damp cave isn’t exactly the ideal spot to find oneself. 

     “No… I’ve got nothing, sorry.” He’d figured if anyone was going to sense something, it would be her. And if she doesn’t, well… does that mean they’re in the wrong cave?

     “Well, I guess all we can do is keep heading further in, then… See if anything pops out.” He presses his lips together, giving a resolute nod before he starts walking forward again, deeper into the cave. 

     “Do you think it’ll be in a creepy box?” 

“...right. Pops out.” Rey repeats. She’s less than a step behind Finn as they venture inside, into the darkness and stench. She pulls her lightsaber off her hip only once the outside light has receded entirely, using it to illuminate their path...and ward off anything that might pop out.

“Do you want it to be in a creepy box?” she teases lightly, “Whatever it is, it must be well hidden...Kylo Ren would have destroyed it otherwise.”

She can feel him here, too. An old presence. He’s been to this planet before.

Looking back at Finn, she tries to estimate how far into the cave they’ve gone. Something is calling out now, but it’s dark enough that she’s not sure which way.

“...you’re sure you can’t feel anything?” she presses again, “I thought...maybe you had before...” 

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darkxrey‌:

Rey’s weight settles besides her; there’s a simple kind of trust && comfort starting to make its way in as though they’ve been here enough time that this is what’s right. having her sister by her side. she can’t think of a life without her.

‘ oh you so do,’ she accuses, making sure Rey’s feet are as far away as hers as she can. deja vu is a discomfort she has come to know like the backs of her dull-scraped, low-sheened knuckles.    

‘ and what you think none of the things i say about you are true? come on. at least admit it. cocky.’ laughter flirts the lilt of her voice muffled in the crook of her shoulder; she curls into Rey as if by instinct. they keep coming together like this, like the sea and the shore.  twins. two of the same — just like when they were in the womb. she might act like she’s so tough, like the world fits in the palm of her hand, as if she’s always the leader. but truth is Kira craves moment like this, where she can drop the mask. be innocent, not have to play a part. where she can still be young and careless.

‘ you know      mum would be proud of you,’

“Well, if they are cold, it’s because you always hog the blankets.” Rey quips back, sinking further under the covers and trying not to steal the majority of her sister’s pillow. This is more comfortable than being alone in her room, which is far too dark and silent. She misses the creaks of the AT-AT, the sound of the wind, the feel of the sand...but Kira is right, this is better. They are safer here.

That doesn’t stop her mind from wandering, even still. If their parents ever did come back for them, what would they find? Abandoned ships, no record of where they’d gone. Would they know to reach out to the First Order? Would anyone in their unit even tell their parents if they asked?

All thoughts for another time, she supposes.

“...proud of me?” she murmurs, “I didn’t do anything...this was your idea. I just flew the ship. She’d be proud of you.”

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darkxrey‌:

Kira smile slip her lips, sun-leather skin making way for the strained ripples flicking in its wake.  smile lines are a luxury like the food they’ve been given on the destroyer. she reaches out to wipe the tears away from her sister’s eyes.’      i never doubted you,’ she confesses under a breath. knowing her sister is the strongest person she’s ever met.

despite this tattooed, forced allegiance to the first order.

BONDS lace around her wrist between both her & Rey of a different sort.  a past painted with the same brush, shared memories going back to the very roots of her marrow bones sticks her sister with a lion’s heart bellowing roars from her chest.  with Rey… it’s  SHARED  EXPERIENCE, shackles smashed with fetters still dangling from their ankles.  dragging toward freedom when the years behind them say anything but locks them together.

she reaches out a broad palm that holds all the reassurance in the world in its weight  &  lays it across Rey’s shoulder.  the edge of a smirk trickles into mirthful features.  crinkles smatter outside her eyes  &  drive into her cheeks.’ you can always stay the night       just keep your cold feet to yourself.’ she chuckles and jumps on her bed. tugging herself in under her blanket. they might look the part of grown up but… they’re still kids. nineteen. and going strong.

Kira has always known how to make things better, ever since they were little. Though they’d never know the truth-- or at least it surely looked that way-- Rey firmly believed that Kira had been born first. She’s a natural leader, Rey’s guide through practically everything. It was her idea to enlist in the First Order. It was her idea to leave Jakku.

And Rey trusts her judgement, believing firmly in every word her sister says. They’ll be alright. 

Finding a way to make the moment playful, Rey giggles softly to herself before glaring teasingly at her sister. She follows Kira’s lead, tucking herself under the blankets and scrunching her nose.

“I don’t have cold feet!” she scoffs. Metaphorically, yes. Physically? She’d continue to deny that. “You’ve made that up ever since we were little. My feet are a completely normal temperature, thank you.”

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darkxrey‌:

‘ if they don’t want you then we’ll pack and go. i’m not going anywhere without you. i’m not leaving you Rey,’ sincerity forces it out of her like it’s been choking its way to the back of her tongue this whole time.  there’s a  curl of her mouth; her murmur spins, kind, true. she knows her mind will wander to their parents leaving them behind. something she can’t see herself doing.

she’s never going to let her sister be declined. she’ll pull out a fight and get them both out alive. it’s a promise. to her, and herself.

 trying to warm her up ; she pinches the curve of Rey’s nose with crinkles at the corners of her eyes.’ you heard me? if you can’t be here. can’t do this      we can leave,’ the suggestion is open. she’s not about to let this whole crusade dig a hole between them. not after everything they’ve been through. it’s them against the world. no way she’ll let anything break that.    

“No.” Rey shakes her head, brushing away invisible tears. She doesn’t want to have another night like this, all weepy and useless. She’s better than that. She’s done crying about where they’ve come from and where they might be going. “We aren’t going anywhere...I’ll be alright.”

To prove it, she gives her sister a soft smile and a laugh as her nose is pinched. She bats Kira’s hand away playfully and looks over to the door, as though trying to will herself to be brave enough to go back to her room. She can do this, can’t she? She’ll be fine. She’ll be fine.

“I just need sleep, that’s all.” she murmurs, “And something good to eat in the morning.”

But even if she wants to be bold and strong, she’s just...not there yet. Not right now.

“...can I...stay in here tonight? I promise we won’t be late for roll call in the morning.”

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darkxrey‌:

Done being hungry half the time …  at the eye of the hurricane  &   so they can SWALLOW the moment of quiet.  like a mouthful swelling the sucked vacuum of her lungs.  DONE SEEKING HOME as though the last maelstrom time could be snuffed  &  silenced in so simple a decision.  

Joining the first order was the right thing to do.

she knows her sister will get used to this regimen. she wants her to. for both their sake. ever since they were kids, Kira had always been more of a leader than a followee. she’s always try to keep her sister in check, to do what was needed and go back to their atat with their prizes. a routine ; one she seeks everywhere she goes. it provides her a sense of security.

‘ you’d think after nearly ten years they would’ve come back by now if,’ she doesn’t want to say. but it’s ticking in the back of her head. that truth that weight on her shoulders.’ if they were still alive,’ she breathes out. hating herself for popping Rey’s bubble.’ look - it’s not wrong. we’re… you have me,’ she insist.’ i’m right here and we can do this. together.’

Rey slumps even further, knowing full well that what Kira says is true. No one had come back for them so far, no one was likely to now. They had grown up in solitude, and if they went back, they were likely to die in solitude as well. Just the two girls in the desert, wasting away.

She sniffles and wipes at her nose, nodding her head along with Kira’s words. She’ll work on accepting it, she’ll work on being better. It just isn’t easy. 

“...I’m grateful I have you.” she whispers, “I’m just...not like you. I don’t fit in here, I can’t seem to figure anything out.”

Her mind wanders to the uniform she’s ripped, the commands she couldn’t remember, the food she’d stolen from the mess hall. Kira excelled in this environment. Why couldn’t she be more like her sister?

“What if...what if they decide they don’t want me?”