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firstordersith is now darkmade
Thinkin’ strongly about revamping Mr. Ren here. There’s so much I miss about writing him.
ghost is what they call you; soldier weapon asset- entropy is what you are; volatile disorder chaos
they should concede to call you Ares | s.m. (via fighterpiilot)
myraknightofren:
@firstordersith cont. from here:
Myra grins, a bit cocky, a bit arrogant, only to swing the metal spear she had in her hands around until it’s blade sunk into the attacking raider behind her. She hadn’t even looked.
Kylo Ren holds his ignited lightsaber, poised to strike should she fail. Praise is not something he’s accustomed to giving, not when it’s so rarely bestowed upon himself. He sees no use in pointless flattery. The only thing that matters is their survival, and of his Knight’s continued progress forward.
“Again.”
be PROUD of yourself ! your writing is yours, & with every word you write you’re getting better ! give yourself a HIGHFIVE ! you’re awesome ! you created a little world out of a few sentences, out of a few paragraphs, you’re bringing a character to life and that’s RADICAL ! maybe you do have room to learn ! everyone does ! but what you’re doing right here, right now, it’s something you should be proud of. i mean i’m proud of you : )).
otanzos:
[ father is busy right now. i just wanted to know your name. ]
“Kylo Ren. Are you finished?”
Things I love:
Phasma Hux Ren
And the three of them working together like a well oiled machine despite not liking each other personally. Also, sharing a mutual respect for one another’s abilities.
“So much beauty among so much turmoil.”
“In a way, we are but an infinitely smaller reflection of the same conflict.”
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Four Word . Prompts
“Please, come with me.” “You’re always number one.” “I can’t do this.” “I won’t let you.” “Maybe I’m just crazy.” “I’m not even sorry.” “Honestly, just stop it.” “I believe in you.” “Don’t be an ass.” “Who were you with?” “Please talk to me.” “I can’t trust you.” “I need you, though.” “Don’t be fucking rude.” “Is that my shirt?” “So, it was you.” “I need to go.” “Just stay with me.” “You can trust me.” “Alright, I love you.” “I’m sorry, but no.” “Will you help me?” “You’re a terrible cook.” “Can you shut up!?” “You love me, right?” “I really need you.” “I don’t love you.” “I’m not doing this.” “I really need you.” “You don’t want me.” “Let me help you.” “You’re such a bitch.” “I can’t do this.” “You think you’re funny?” “Hey, I said stop!” “Will you marry me?” “Wanna go out sometime?” “I don’t want this.” “You always this quiet?” “Are you fucking insane!?” “I don’t want you.” “I’m not wearing that.” “Sorry, were you sleeping?” “This was never right.” “You look really tired.” “I’m out of here.” “You need to go.”
His fingers slid across her lips, down the slope of her jaw to wrap around her throat, “There is a dark thing in you,” he whispered, “It brings out the monster in me.”
Love Potions Gone Wrong, or Short Stories Yet to be Written pt. 2 [a.m.b.] (via abadonna)
otanzos:
That sounds just like something an uncle would say.
[ what is your name? ]
“Find someone else to irritate with your questions. Like your father.”
His eyes are not strange like hers, but they are no less captivating. Pain, madness, rage churning in the depths of his eyes, eating each one another ( eating himself ), fighting for control. She looks at his eyes & she sees all of this, his suffering, his agony. They are like black neutron stars, heavy & ready to be crushed by their own gravity. ( rebirth, devouring, rebirth. ) One day they will be strange & she will still think they are exquisite.
describe how your muse feels when they look into my muse’s eyes || always accepting
A lot of people seemed to like that Kylo sketch I posted not so long ago, so I decided to spend an hour or so more and Improve™ it. [+added this to society6]
She sees cold. Ice. But there's warmth, too. It's like a never-ending swirl of heat and chill, a darkness that sucks in all light that goes near it-- But then there are times where she swears she can catch a glimpse of light, even if it's only a mere reflection of it.
describe how your muse feels when they look into my muse’s eyes || always accepting
you know that donald glover joke about how he envisions a kanye west and lady gaga concert? the part where there's a live bear playing the piano like "man i would eat your right now kanye but i have so much respect for you as an artist" sums it up pretty well.
describe how your muse feels when they look into my muse’s eyes || always accepting
His eyes give too much away, like a mirror to his emotions. Anger, fear, frustration, desperation; his eyes reflect all of those back, giving away what he would rather keep buried. Some days, she can see why he wears the mask.
describe how your muse feels when they look into my muse’s eyes || always accepting