YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME DAD

Independent RP Blog for Kylo Ren from Star Wars, The Force Awakens. May contain random tantrums and spoilers. Alright, definitely all of the above and much of it. Askbox open have at it.

[reyjustrey]

darthtryhard‌:

Ben raised his arms, sending several of the rolly polly little bird creatures tumbling. After a moment of effort, he lay them down again. “So be it. This is where I die.”

‘This is where you-’ Rey scoffed, shaking her head and gently righting one of the tumbled Porgs. ‘Well, that’d be a sad end to a storied life, hm? Whatever befell Ben Solo, they’ll ask. That powerful Force user who clawed himself back from the abyss and showed us all that hope lives in the galaxy - even for those who feel hopeless? I heard, they’ll say, that he breathed his last under a Porg’s bum.’ She looked up and down Ben’s prone figure. 

‘I’ll sit one of these little creatures right on your face if you don’t move. I need you to know that.’

[darthtryhard]

After some effort, he finally managed to sit up, wobbling slightly as the little creatures came tumbling down.  In the weeks since her last visit, it seemed he had certainly spiraled... somewhere. No where good, by the look of his haggard appearance, severe stench and desperate need for a shave.  Blearily, he looked down to the bottle still gripped in his hand, “Why am I surprised that my Uncle had his own small distillery? I found it, by the way. They couldn’t keep me out.”

The alcoholic stash he had discovered had helped pass the time, but hadn’t helped much else.  Staring down at the mostly empty bottle that had drawn another porg’s attention, something seemed to crack on his scarred face, doubling down in a sudden, strangled, pained noise.

He drew in a sharp breath, trying to gather himself together. “I don’t see why you feel it necessary to visit. I’m not going anywhere.”

[ieatboyss]

[naughtyandnicerpmemes]

Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

[darthtryhard]

Ashes

[chromecaptain]

darthtryhard‌:

The bedraggled shadow of a man beside her gave a holler with the rest of the crowd, clapping his hands over his head to seemingly enjoy the view before leaning in so only she could hear him. “What loyalties do you still have, I have to wonder. Running in shame at defeat is different than… a parting of creative differences. You were just as complicit as I was. I wonder if you have any regrets.”

His eyes were locked on the large colorful droid-drawn carts towered high with displays of that year’s crops, artistic displays, and the best the town had to offer slowly floating toward them down the crowded street.

One hand reached for that small device drawn to his lips in a haze of red smoke, the other drifted down to where the blaster was holstered under his tattered jacket. 

His abrupt verbal confrontation threw her, and Phasma stopped walking, helmet jerking around to stare at him. She noticed the flinch of his hand as it went for the blaster. Her own moved for hers, uncertain if he meant to use it against her or not.

“Are you really in any position to wonder about my morals? If you think I mean to kill you, you can calm yourself. No one is stupid or rich enough to put a bounty on you, so there’s no benefit to me to do it. Now, are you going to tell me what the kriff you’re staring at?”

[darthtryhard]

“I have good information that one of the hovercarts in this parade is transporting an Arsenal’s worth of chemicals used in the manufacturing of weaponry as part of an underground Order Resurgence Commune under our feet.” He exhaled the plume of spice vapor, “I was going to steal it and blow it up in the desert, do you want to come? I’m...” He squinted back over the heads of the parade patrons skeptically, “...Mostly sure I’ll know what one has the goods.”

[darthtryhard]

Ashes

[chromecaptain]

darthtryhard‌:

He made a thoughtful noise in his throat, eyes locked on something that maybe only he could see. “A mask of normality,” He replied, as though that explained everything, walking forward with no regard to the bustle around them, nearly getting run over by a droid-pulled cart, directly toward a small alley beside one of the shops and a residence. 

This was ridiculous. Ben had become some sort of paranoid idiot during his time in exile, and Phasma had more important matters to look to. But something inside her, that instinct like an itch in the back of her mind that had been with her since childhood, told her to follow him, and with great reluctance she finally obeyed the compulsion.

Abruptly, music exploded into the air, an official beginning to the festival’s parade, drowning out the bustle of bartering and arguing and giving way to a chorus of cheers. 

[darthtryhard]

The bedraggled shadow of a man beside her gave a holler with the rest of the crowd, clapping his hands over his head to seemingly enjoy the view before leaning in so only she could hear him. “What loyalties do you still have, I have to wonder. Running in shame at defeat is different than... a parting of creative differences. You were just as complicit as I was. I wonder if you have any regrets.”

His eyes were locked on the large colorful droid-drawn carts towered high with displays of that year’s crops, artistic displays, and the best the town had to offer slowly floating toward them down the crowded street.

One hand reached for that small device drawn to his lips in a haze of red smoke, the other drifted down to where the blaster was holstered under his tattered jacket. 

[darthtryhard]

Rules

I made a special /rules page for those who view on mobile, just in case. I’m pretty chillax, but for reference here’s an up front thing about it. Everyone’s been wonderful, I just figured I aughta’ stop being lazy about it. 

Rules

I'm not that into shipping. If stuff goes it goes, but mun is ace and disappointing.

I'm always open to making new friends, but I'm also flaky and my activity is spotty and dictated by impulse.

It's been 4+ years and I still don't know if this is a crack blog or a serious blog

Don't be a dick.

Mun is 30+ and a salty silly person full of love and anxiety.

I'm too stubborn to rebuild my blog so it's a sideblog off of askdarthtryhard and I will be following from there. I insist this is so if I ever make another star wars related blog I can house them all there, but I haven't yet so it's just a strange two-stage-authentication step for dealing with my antics. ((fingerguns))

[darthtryhard]

Ashes

[darthtryhard]

chromecaptain‌:

She wasn’t sure what to make of the compliment, though it came to her as a surprise that Kylo Ren had ever liked her. Or anyone, for that matter. Still, there had been moments of understanding between them, however brief. Like two predators with no interest in fighting over territory, giving one another a wide berth. At the very least, they had never been on the wrong side of each other, and considering the atmosphere of the First Order, perhaps that was saying something.

She stopped beside him, the food he’d given her already gone, swallowed down, her mouth disappearing behind the mask’s apparatus once more as she followed his line of sight. She glanced down at her tracking fob. The bounty was nowhere near, and with a mechanical sigh she searched the market, taking note of what she saw.

“Vendors preparing their wares. Mother scolding her child. Two men arguing. Am I meant to be seeing something out of the ordinary?”

He made a thoughtful noise in his throat, eyes locked on something that maybe only he could see. “A mask of normality,” He replied, as though that explained everything, walking forward with no regard to the bustle around them, nearly getting run over by a droid-pulled cart, directly toward a small alley beside one of the shops and a residence. 

[mamalazzer]

When your dad joke game is too strong

The rest of my Star Wars stuff is here

[darthtryhard]

TFW...

Thinking about how disappointed I am that no one lost any limbs in the new trilogy and got neat robot limbs. 

[darthtryhard]

Ashes

[darthtryhard]

chromecaptain‌:

Without thinking, her hand shot up on reflex to catch the cylinder he lobbed at her, looking down at it a moment. He wouldn’t have poisoned it. If he’d really meant to kill her, he’d have done it the night before. And so, Phasma triggered the mechanism that opened the lower half of her mask, and took a hungry bite before following after him.

She didn’t know what to think of him. His attitude was wholly different from what she was used to. He spoke with ease, as if the ragged edges of him had been worn down, and she wondered whether this was his true nature he’d been hiding behind his mask, or if the mask was his truth, buried beneath…whatever he was now.

Ben could sense her hesitation, her apprehension. He would expect nothing less.  Glancing over his shoulder at her following, something seemed to occur to him that made him outright chuckle. A light, strange noise, as though he was so unused to it, his mouth wasn’t sure what to do about it.  

Like taming a stray lothcat.

“I always liked you, I truly am glad to see you didn’t die in a horrific fiery implosion,” He mused, eyes forward again as they drifted through the crowd.  There was no stopping his general looming stature, but without his mask and cape, he looked more awkward than anything, but passed through the crowd without touching a soul, expertly. "I felt a sort of... silent kinship, I think. You, obviously, were a lot more disciplined,” He wove a hand as though laughing at his own expense. So, she had traded masks. Just like him, he supposed.  

He stopped, suddenly, almost in the middle of the street. His soft smile dropping immediately into a scowl as he looked across the busy market, getting ready for the parade to approach. Closing his eyes, he held out a hand to signal for her to stop, his head tilting. “What do you see?” He finally murmured, just loud enough for her to hear. 

[darthtryhard]

HEY HEY ITS @chromecaptain​ ‘S BIRTHDAY EVERYONE SHOULD SHOWER HER IN LOVE I’M JUST SAYING.

[kirjoart]

TROS was a mess but one thing is sure. I love Solo family and I’m a sucker for a redemption stories :’D 

[darthtryhard]

Rebel Picnic

Starter for @flyboypoedameron

The Galaxy had been evolving in the years after the fall of the Empire, but building and rebuilding government systems, chasing down all of those loose ends continued to be a full time job for the majority of the Rebellion, despite the march of time pressing on and more mundane things, like growing families, that also were growing along the way. 

Usually, everyone was spread out across the galaxy, each tending to their missions or duties, but it had been decided that periodic gatherings were healthy for them all to reconnect outside of the holo-reports. Friends, coworkers, fellow freedom-fighters, were all gathering that day for a massive mixture of business and recreation, coupled with bonfires and outdoor cooking, activities for the children, and honestly, General Organa was feeling very proud of how it was all coming together.  

Except for one thing.

"Benjamin,” Leia’s voice crackled over the transmission aboard the Falcon, “Your father says you refuse to get off the ship.  Do I need to come in there?”

There was no reply.

“Benjamin.”

After another long pause, a reply in the form of a small, sullen voice mumbled, “I’m practicing Dejarik. Closing the channel.”  That seemed to be the end of it as indeed, the channel went dead.

Leia sighed, rubbing her temple before excusing herself from the mass of people all begging for coordination for meeting and event schedules.  By the time she made it aboard the ship, the small boy was still sitting in the corner of the cabin, poking away at the usually two-person game all on his own. He made no sign of acknowledgement as she approached and quietly sat beside him. “There’s other kids there too, you know. I bet they’ll have new games to play.”

“Father tried that already. I’m fine.” He watched with little pursed lips as one of the holographic alien monstrosities pummeled a smaller one into flickering pixels. 

“Yes, well, I’m not your father,” The game was suddenly switched off, and the boy glanced up in outrage, but before he could protest again, she added, sternly, “I bet you anything, you’ll have a great time if you at least try to make some friends.” Her expression softened, gently leaning in. I heard my friend Shara brought her son who’s around your age. You could take him exploring, I bet he’d like that. You know the woods here well.”

“Mother! I don’t want-!”

“It’s him or Akbar’s niece, again.”

Ben had a look of horror, “But she’s all... damp... and always wants to braid my hair.”

“I’ll keep her distracted while you two go get into trouble somewhere, how’s that? Listen, I’m making this seem like you have a choice, but I hope you’re smart enough to know you really don’t, Benny.”

With the exasperation only an eight year old could muster, General Organa was, once again, victorious as the two of them marched their way out of the ship and off to join the party.

[darthtryhard]

At some point I need to sit down and actually make icons.  I have like. Five. 

This is still the best one:

[kikiy0]

Happy Sunday!!!

[reyjustrey]

darthtryhard‌:

There was a stirring, a vague sense that flowed between that connection, that shared sense of emotion when words were difficult, whisking through her mind in a numbing tingle like a faint groan and a stagger- 

There, on the edge of one of the green-swept rocky cliffs, soaked by rain, like a scarecrow that had been felled and conquered by the birds it had been constructed to spook, the man lay flat on his back, almost completely covered in chirping, squawking, cooing porgs, save for one exposed hand clutching a green, hand-blown bottle.

He could sense her approach, but made no sign of trying to move.  When he knew she was close enough to hear, a low, slurred voice rumbled up from underneath a cluster of preening bird-creatures that seemed content to tend to their feathers while sitting comfortably on his head.

“… they’re trying to… convince me to not eat them.”

Rey’s expression pinched sharply - even the glancing blow of what her…well, what Ben was feeling making her stagger a step for its sudden newness. She’d never known him soused before; never felt him so through their Bond. Carefully, not wanting to topple over if another wave hit, she picked her way across the landscape and crouched beside him - eyeing the state he was in, and the birds he was under, with something like amused confusion.

‘…It looks like they’ve done a good job’ she mused kindly after a little pause; wincing and lowering her voice slightly when a headache that she hadn’t earned bloomed behind her eyes. It went as fast as it came - something Ben would likely wake to once his body had done all it could with what he’d imbibed. Concern edging in on her amusement now, Rey reached out and tapped the bottle he was holding. 

‘…You’re not alright’ she said, kind again; gentle. ‘Come inside. You’ll freeze out here.’ A little nod to his humour then, hoping it might help her persuade him. ‘And then they-’ She tickled the nearest Porg’s tummy. ‘Might eat you. We can’t have that.’

[darthtryhard]

Ben raised his arms, sending several of the rolly polly little bird creatures tumbling. After a moment of effort, he lay them down again. “So be it. This is where I die.”

[dangerous-pastime]

A SERIES OF HEADCANON PROMPTS INSPIRED BY DISNEY MOVIES

Hercules - Is your muse more physically strong, or emotionally strong? 

Cinderella - Did your muse experience any childhood traumas? Did they overcome them?

Bambi - What is your muse’s relationship with their parents like?

Pinocchio - How honest is your muse? What is their moral stance on white lies?

Fantasia - Does your muse believe in magic? What is their view on it?

Dumbo - Has your muse ever been bullied for a physical difference?

Mulan - Is your muse secure in their gender identity? Have they ever experienced sexism or transphobia?

Aladdin - If your muse had 3 wishes, what would they wish for?

Zootopia - Would your muse enjoy living in a utopia, or would they feel out of place?

Tarzan - How did the place your muse grew up in affect them?

Moana - Does your muse believe in fate or destiny? What is theirs?

Atlantis - Is your muse adventurous or do they prefer to seclude themselves?

101 Dalmatians - Does your muse have a large collection of any particular thing?

Frozen - What is your muse’s relationship with their siblings like?

Beauty and the Beast - How has your muse changed as a person over their life? Have they changed for the better or for worse?

Sleeping Beauty - What is the worst possible curse your muse could face?

Pocahontas - How does your muse deal with being exposed to unfamiliar cultures? Are they open and accepting?

The Jungle Book - Is your muse happy living off of the bare necessities, or do they need more in life?

Oliver and Company - Is your muse more street smart or book smart?

The Hunchback of Notre Dame - What is your muse’s religious beliefs? Have they ever experienced oppression at the hands of religion?

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs - How trusting of strangers is your muse? Would they accept a gift from a stranger?

The Princess and the Frog - Would your muse accept someone else’s help in fulfilling their dreams, or would they want to earn it for themself?

The Emperor’s New Groove - What animal would you associate your muse with? Why?

The Lion King - Is your muse prepared for the responsibilities laid out for them in life?

The Little Mermaid - Would your muse change themself for love, or would they wait to find someone who loves them for who they are?

Peter Pan - Is your muse a child at heart? What is their mental age or maturity?

Wreck-It Ralph - What does ‘being a winner’ mean to your muse?

Lilo & Stitch - Does your muse have any pets? Do they want any?

Lady and the Tramp - What are your muses romantic standards? Would they ever fall for someone of a lower class?

Alice in Wonderland - What does your muse often dream of? Do they have strange dreams? Pleasant ones? Nightmares?