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met me in the pit crylo ken.

Fists clench at his side, challenge shaking him at his core. It’s bait he blindly takes—anything less than fighting back feels like submission. “I will enjoy striking down everything you hold dear. I will rip it from your hands one by one, and turn it to ashes. There will be nothing left. Once that point is reachedI will strike you down, too. Nothing but a memory soon to be forgotten.”

#solraised #♛ -¦— On the cusp of greatness; Plunge into the dark (MAIN)

Hell yeah I did enjoy the majority of the new movie, but uh, gonna be canon divergent on some points here.

#± Where has your focus gone? (OOC)#{Very much about his padawan days}

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he doesn’t deserve a redemption

sansaaaaas

who?

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the kylo ren reading this

#THANKS BECAUSE HE REALLY DOESN'T #I DON'T WANT IT

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Momther in-law has arrived.

#warvirtue #BLOWS KEES #Kylo: Acknowledges

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PSA -

VILLAINS ARE VILLAINS.

Villains are not a precious little punching bag that’s going to stand there and take your shit and be sassy with their hand on their hip. If you mess with the bull you get the horns – if you push a villain, you will get the wrath of a villain. If your character is rude/disrespectful to a villain, especially one in a high place of power, and the villain lashes out (whether it be verbally or physically) –

THEN YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE UPSET ABOUT IT. WHAT DID YOU EXPECT TO HAPPEN?

Don’t write with villain/cruel/evil characters if you can’t deal with a villain/cruel/evil character being less than nice to your precious cinnamon roll of a character. Surprise! That’s not how this works! If the villain suddenly kills your character without having spoken to you first, then you have absolutely every right to be mad. But if your character receives a verbal lashing or non-lethal physical response that is in character for the villain to give, then you need to deal with it.

I’m also sick of this sense of prerogative way of thinking certain characters hold when it comes to villains. This mindset of, ‘oh this person is evil, bUT OBVIOUSLY THEY’LL LOVE ME AND I’LL BE THEIR SPECIAL SOMEONE THEY WON’T HATE ME OR TRY AND KILL ME.“ NO. STOP THAT. You cannot go into interactions with villains expecting them to absolutely fall in love with your character/be best friends with them. This is why it’s most times excruciatingly difficult to ship/bro-ship with villains. And even if this does happen, you should expect a villain to still be aggressive and/or rude from time to time.

A VILLAIN DOES NOT STOP BEING A VILLAIN JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP.

I’ve written villains for a long time now, and one thing has been made perfectly clear – you will get shit for writing your character too IC and you will get shit for writing your character too OOC. You will be fucking cursed out for your character being aggressive to those who are rude to them, and you will be blasted for writing them being nice even just from time to time. So fellow villain writers – just let your villain flag fly. Don’t fucking listen to people who try and give you shit either way for your portrayal. To those who do not write villains – respect them. Just because your character is sassy and spunky, doesn’t automatically give them the right to try and be disrespectful to someone who is most likely superior to them.

TL;DR IF YOU CAN’T STAND THE HEAT, GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN. IF YOU CAN’T DEAL WITH SOMEONE BEING CRUEL TO YOUR MUSE, DON’T WRITE WITH VILLAINS.

#♛ -¦— (PSA)#{Kylo Ren is not to be woobified here #He is terribly manipulated by Snoke #He's on the Dark Side and aids the First Order #he watched and aided in the destruction of people and their villages and their planets #He has blood on his hands and continues to spill blood #Yes ; he is manipulated and stuck in a cycle of abuse #No; this not absolve him of his crimes #It merely explains them #So know he will react to you according to his status}#{Until we get more development and see where he ends up in canon #he'll be a dangerous individual and should be regarded as such}

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✰ — — — STRANGER THINGS : THE GATE SENTENCE STARTERS

‘ i never gave up on you. ’ ‘ i called you every night. ’ ‘ what the hell is this? where have you been? ’ ‘ let’s talk. alone. ’ ‘ so i should be thanking you then? ’ ‘ no, nothing about this is okay! nothing about this is okay! ’ ‘ you stupid, disgusting, lying piece of shit! ’ ‘ oh, you like these pearls? ’ ‘ you’re a real lifesaver, you know that? ’ ‘ how is this important right now? ’ ‘ it’s not important. i’m sorry. ’ ‘ you should go with him. ’ ‘ no one’s leaving anyone. ’ ‘ i may be a pretty shitty boyfriend, but turns out i’m actually a pretty damn good babysitter. ’ ‘ turns out i’m a pretty damn good babysitter. ’ ‘ just be careful, alright? ’ ‘ i can’t lose you again. ’ ‘ you won’t lose me. ’ ‘ you promise? ’ ‘ promise. ’ ‘ so what, we’re just not gonna talk about it, huh? ’ ‘ i’m just curious, you know, why all the sudden you look like some kind of mtv punk. ’ ‘ i’m not mad, i just wanna know where you’ve been. that’s all. ’ ‘ i… i shouldn’t have left. ’ ‘ no, this isn’t on you. i should’ve been there. ’ ‘ sometimes i feel like i’m just some kind of black hole or something. ’ ‘ the blackhole got her. and somehow, i’ve just been scared, you know? i’ve just been scared that it’d take you too. ’ ‘ i’m so sorry. for everything. ’ ‘ i can be so… so… stupid. just really stupid. ’ ‘ i don’t hate it, by the way. ’ ‘ bitchin’. ’ ‘ okay… sure. bitchin’. ’ ‘ is this really necessary? ’ ‘ this is a ground-breaking scientific discovery. we can’t just bury it like some common mammal, okay? it’s not a dog. ’ ‘ okay, first of all, this is not some stupid sports game. and second, we’re not even in the game. we’re on the bench. ’ ‘ right– so my point is… right, yeah. ’ ‘ we’re on the bench so, uh, there’s nothing we can do. ’ ‘ yeah, and then we all die! ’ ‘ no, that’s not a point of view, man. that’s a fact. ’ ‘ oh yeah? that’s a no. ’ ‘ hey! hey! hey! this is not happening. ’ ‘ no, no, no, no, no. no buts. ’ ‘ i promised i’d keep you shitheads safe and that’s exactly what i plan on doing. ’ ‘ we’re staying here. on the bench. and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. ’ ‘ i said does everybody understand that? i need a yes. ’ ‘ he can’t know i’m here. he’ll kill me. he’ll kill us. ’ ‘ am i dreaming or is that you? ’ ‘ yeah, it’s me. don’t cream your pants. ’ ‘ what are you doing here, amigo? ’ ‘ doesn’t ring a bell. sorry, buddy. ’ ‘ you know, i don’t know, this whole situation here is giving me the heebie-jeebies. ’ ‘ man, were you dropped too much as a child or what? ’ ‘ i don’t know what you don’t understand about what i just said. ’ ‘ looks like you got some fire in you after all! ’ ‘ yes, kick his ass! murder that son of a bitch! ’ ‘ you little shit, what did you do? ’ ‘ are you sure this is a good idea? ’ ‘ let’s kill this son of a bitch. ’ ‘ it’s okay, you put up a good fight. he kicked your ass, but you put up a good fight. ’ ‘ they were gonna leave you behind, but i promised you’d be cool, okay? ’ ‘ everybody shut up! i’m trying to focus! ’ ‘ what’s happening? it hurts! ’ ‘ let me go! ’ ‘ oh, no… you guys. ’ ‘ hey, where do you think you’re going. ’ ‘ what are you, deaf? hello! ’ ‘ we are not going down there right now, i made myself clear! ’ ‘ this ends right now! ’ ‘ you’re upset, i get it. ’ ‘ the bottom line is, a party member requires assistance and it is our duty to provide that assistance. ’ ‘ i know you promised them that you’d keep us safe, so keep us safe. ’ ‘ whoa, whoa, whoa. hey, hey, hey, hey! i don’t think so. ’ ‘ any of you shits die down here, i’m getting the blame. ’ ‘ got it, dipshit? ’ ‘ from here on out, i’m leading the way. ’ ‘ those suckers got you pretty good, huh? ’ ‘ it’s not working. it’s not working! are you listening to me? ’ ‘ you’re killing him! ’ ‘ you remember me? ’ ‘ that was a pretty douchey thing to do. ’ ‘ you did good. you did so good. ’ ‘ sometimes i impress even myself. ’ ‘ what’s so important about one night? ’ ‘ do you always have to be filming everything? ’ ‘ you look so handsome! ’ ‘ we should, you know, get out there… like, do our thing. ’ ‘ yeah, i love it, but not as much as i love you. ’ ‘ get out of my room! ’ ‘ see? pretty. ’ ‘ you don’t care. ’ ‘ i don’t care. ’ ‘ there you go. you’re learning, my friend. ’ ‘ hey, come on. you look great, okay? you look great! ’ ‘ you’re gonna go in there, look like a million bucks, and you’re gonna slay ‘em dead. ’ ‘ yeah, uh… don’t do that, okay? ’ ‘ holy shit! what happened to you? ’ ‘ are you trying to ask me to dance, stalker? ’ ‘ wanna dance? ’ ‘ you’re my favorite. ’ ‘ you’ve always been my favorite. ’ ‘ girls this age are dumb. ’ ‘ how are you holding up? ’ ‘ yeah, that feeling never goes away. ’ ‘ it is true what they say, you know. every day it does get a little easier. ’

#♛ -¦— (MEME)

hisrepose:

THE spirits creep and crawl beneath the skin as wraith contemplates the next move. A show of power. A shame there were no victims in proximity to truly display the EXTENT of this unknown ability. However, he would make do. “Very well. Note that this is not an attack on your person.” A forewarning, for he emanates with smoke that now collects itself and begins to darken surroundings. ASCENDING akin to walls, creeping high into atmosphere and encasing them both in a great fog. The temperature within drops, and Reaper disappears into it’s mass with the illusion that he has melted into them.

He weaves through the shadows in a gambol unseen. Where his mass is adrift and the spirits have traversed the veil. Where they now SCRAMBLE within the shadows themselves and whisper aloud unintelligibly. Snapping the air ‘round Kylo himself, minuscule thunder-cracks in this faux darkness created by Reaper himself. And Reaper, now circling the man with no intent to harm him, speaks from the depths. This voice of his echoes aloud and bounces about in many directions. Both close and in the distance – echoing in a cacophony of tones that were both his and not. The spirits accent him. Create the booming effect of a GOD.

“Where you stand now would be the stance of a potential victim. The smoke could infect their lungs and begin to slowly suffocate them, should they be mal-equipped to deal with me and my abilities. OR, I would assume my assault.” He lurches from the depths now -

With marred maw and eyes multiple in their numbers. This is no scare tactic. Only physical display, when he forms into monstrous appearance much closer to Kylo than before. “I would rend their flesh from bone with tooth and nail – bullet and power. DISSECT. Maul. Etcetera. I am no human, and therefore my abilities are such: inhumane.”

There is a static in the air he can not place, though the turmoil of many voices does not escape notice. A clamor of chatter that may as well be static to the untrained ear, their clashing emotions the only thing to stand out in a manner that makes sense. There is merely a nod of acknowledgement at warning given—curiousity growing.

A curiosity soon sated when smoke escapes and spreads. Encircling and swallowing, unnatural cold taking hold and seeping through the warm layers of tunic. Like his skin just got exposed to a cold winter’s morning air. The cold touches all but his face. Safe under heavy mask. It is through the Force that he can FEEL it to be tangible. The moment the wraith steps into darkness is the moment where it truly comes alive.

It is infinitely disorienting, to sense and hear this stranger boom from every direction.

Facing a beast such as this is a new experience. Frightening to a degree. But more than that the knight of Ren was endlessly fascinated. Reaching to touch the darkness curling close, unafraid of thunderclaps that snap and hiss, heedless of warning about smoke capable of infeting and choking potential prey. Darkness slips through fingers like smoke. Splitting open and parting to reveal the maws of BEAST.

As much as he hates to admit to fear, Kylo Ren can’t deny the sudden lurch and visage did not startle. He steels himself, stands firm in the face of such monstrous display. Biting back shocked surprise.

“You are unlike anything I have ever encountered or heard of. Your powers not dissimilar to what the Force enables. Yet there are advantages none of us could hope to replicate.” He speaks in earnest, seeing the use in powers such a these. A stranger like this could make a powerful ally. An ally kept to the side and off records. Some things were better kept private.

“I’d be happy to take you on. I can lend my own powers to yours, if you desire. If not. . . there is more that I can offer that few others can. Luxuries of intel, weaponry, and vehicles. A freedom to move where desired beyond what you have now.”

#hisrepose #♛ -¦— On the cusp of greatness; Plunge into the dark (MAIN)#{bjfdfnk same to you as far as length goes babe!}

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HE deems himself more uncaring rather than ignorant. Nobody mattered. Not TRULY. Not when his intentions were clear. He asked not for a charity. He is no LEECH to be mooching off the power of another. Oh no, never. He has survived many years on his own. No sudden stranger would earn his groveling for something so measly as charity. He is professional. HE IS NO MERE NOBODY.

“Negotiations are dependent of one another, clearly. I do give what I receive. Be it temporary loyalties, etcetera. Consider myself gifted in the art of dark affairs. Well-versed and willing to adapt.” Quite literal of a shadow. To bend it’s shape to adjust and melt into the thing it desires to be. He does just this. Establishes himself, secures things with that undeniable loyalty very much open to be given if it is deserved. Now, to deem him trustworthy was something else. Certainly he could BECOME trustworthy for the right price. Yet this wraith had some awful tendencies.

Those voices swirling in this stranger’s dark core still baffle and confuse. Kylo Ren is I N T R I G U E D. “Your preference in this is clear. You won’t be treated as just another gun for hire. You obviously pride your- self too much for such a petty title.” To say he is seeking insult the wraith isn’t entirely right. Instead he carefully searches for a reaction to words. How he takes this response will be telling. “There is much to be given in exchange for a good partnership. If you are as talented as you claim.”

“You understand I can not take your word or make you an offer without a show of power.” He speaks formally, pleased with answer given. Though skepticism remains – shifting into something playful. “Or perhaps you would rather make a claim and see what I can provide?”

#hisrepose #{man remind me to mAKE TAGS}

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INTERNAL monologues speak and tumble over one another in their brisk chatter. Some hiss and spit at the other clad in his own dressings of black - groaning their warnings while others brought mention of odd comfort. A someone morally tainted like himself. There were no ‘come homes’ or ‘this isn’t you’s’ to AGGRAVATE him. Their host watches with a predator’s eye. The mention of his humanity brought forth curious tilt of head. A part of him desires to snap a reply, the old remnants of soul. Broken king, attempting to claw his way through the MUCK of sin to no a v a i l. For this wraith sought not redemption.

HE SOUGHT A HIGHER CALLING. POWER.

Taloned digits flex and curl with pensive thought. Hidden eyes follow precise and well-executed movements carried with fluidity in silent observation. An old commander’s eye for things, to note the personality that came with each step.

“Is that so – ? How would one go about assistance – ?”

Lips curl into a smile in the safe shadows of his mask, amusement clear on his visage. T’is a surprise to find someone who seemed to unaware of just who he is. Strange, too. The First Order has stretched far and wide, how could someone remain so...ignorant? “You truly are an oddity if you have to ASK such a thing of me. Do you not know who I am?” A rhetorical question, its answer already clear between them.

Oh, but assistance? Don’t make him laugh, stranger. Such wording sounds too him like C H A R I T Y. An unacceptable trade, considering the power he himself possessed. He would need some tit for tat, figure out what use this man before him could be.

The hunger for something MORE is apparent to Kylo Ren

“The extend of my assistance depends on your goal. What you are willing to give in exchange. Let’s start discussing that before I give you concrete answers.”

#hisrepose #{LETS GOOO}

@hisrepose

The voices are a constant echo in this vast husk of beast. Some loud, still angry– some quiet. They twist and they curl around one another like the winding expanses of a path, reaching out like branches and bouncing about in the angry space of Reaper’s being. The word ODDITY could perfectly describe just what he was. Who, he was. Inhuman of a term enough, the word oddity.

That voice, so garbled, so weak– the final voice of old self. His own voice of reason, perhaps. The last of his humanity. Crying out for the freedom he cannot have.

“Vengeance. Revenge. I seek for what was stripped from me so long ago. To properly seal the tear that divides myself in the way that I deem fitting.” His methods to many seemed pointless. He has heard it time, and time, and time again. And of course, he continues out of spite. He is alive- by force- and spite. An angry thing driven by many motives, to which, are everything but morally correct.

These voices are beyond unnatural, yet so very human all the same. A cacophonous symphony too loud to be ignored or tuned out. Yet all the same it sticks to the back- ground, like static one could learn to grow used to. Why his powers react so sensitively he can not begin to speculate. All Kylo knows with certainty is the likes of this will not be encountered in another individual. His attention draws away from the clamor, that spark of light buried underneath forgotten for the moment. A brow is raised behind his own mask, dark depths studying the darkness opposite him.

“If it is your humanity you seek, I can already tell you it is long gone.” To speak with such reckless abandon could be dangerous. An invitation to confrontation. He steps around the wraith with a flourish not fitting with such a flat tone of voice or otherwise stoic stance, aware of how bitter his statement could taste. Yet the wraith is not circled, nor does the young sith step out of his sight – a distance maintained. Acknowledgment of the other’s powerful aura. “Revenge, however–” a pause. These places where they wander and dwell; they are dark and hateful places, the air tainted with bad intentions.

“You came to the right place.”

#hisrepose #{why do I have not a single verse tag r anything}

HEY GUESS WHO JUMPED BACK ONTO THIS ACCOUNT. There will be some selectivity, as per my rules. To those who are still here and following; Hello, and thank you. Most of you are old friends though but hey, hello to you anyway 💖

#{Beth and Feather I hope you remember my ass}#± Where has your focus gone? (OOC)#there was a BIG cleaning for a lot of reasons so the blog is currently pretty empty #sorry for that}

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let me direct VIII and I promise great things will happen!

#{FJFJSJSBDH!!!}#♛ -¦— He walks his father's shadow (HUX)#♛ -¦— Your son is gone (KYLO REN)

{Friendly reminder that Kylo is in his early 30s}

#Where has your focus gone? {OOC};#{People seem keen to keep him <25}#{so uh no that doesn't fly}

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