HUNGER

DARTH NIHILUS A WOUND IN THE FORCE "And it devours him as he devours others—his mere presence kills all around him, slowly, feeding him." exclusive. private. written by damia.

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i. stand proud at the temples. they will call your name. ii. your garden is beautiful. there is rosemary and rue and rhododendrons.  IT NEVER RAINS.  somewhere between the bushels and the sky you can taste the rot. iii. you didnt know you could play, but the chords burn sweet on your finger tips. the strings are cool and soft. the notes are psalms barely hidden. iv. heaven is far, and pricked by thorns. you can smell the roses from here. v. i am half sick of shadows, cried the lady of shallot, but your  MOUTH IS TOO FILLED WITH WATER  to sing.

                            vi. anakin skywalker. private. written by dom.

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HUNGER. feliz nochebuena my dear babies ! i know i havent been that active but since tfa came out i’ve been too emotional and unstable over star wars. ( i’ve been contemplating opening my anakin or making kylo ren -- which is less likely bc holy hell i cant deal with the amount of duplicates ;; -- but y ea . ) HOPEFULLY I’LL GET OFF MY ASS AND REMAKE MY ICONS. also i made a lil private blog for ikora rey from destiny but lmao icons????????? anyway just wanted to say hello and tell you that i’m still alive.

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                                                        control was  BRAIDED FABRIC  across his torso. thick, woven ropes where  HUMANITY  seeped like blood through a delicate handkerchief. he strained relentlessly against his control.  ( a caged beast ravaging delicate insides. )  his body suffered. beneath heavy fabric the weaving of his skin  ROTS AND BLACKENS  and the void whispers of a hunger he struggled to pin down. 

                                                        there is a scent of  POWER . it is dark and lovely, ready to be devoured. a blossom of cool air mingled with the sustaining aura of the Force. he yearns to sink his long fingers into it, pull  RIPE  the fruits of the Force and place them delicately on his tongue. the Revanchist held in her a power he wished to eat. yet felt as if he had not been allowed to. this feeling irritating him like a hungry child. his voice is  VIOLENCE , insanity licks along the edges of his indecipherable words.  

                                ❛ YOU’VE COME AND NOT BROUGHT ME ANYTHING TO EAT. ❜ 

                                                                  @skiira​

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                                                               it’s what i do.

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                                      YOU ARE UNWORTHY !!

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HUNGER. i have the best son a father could ask for lbr.

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             ❝ — genuine anger is one of the world’s GREATEST creative forces. but you have to learn how to control it. that doesn’t mean you let it trickle away. it means you dam it, carefully, let it develop a working head, let it DROWN WHOLE VALLEYS OF THE MIND && then, just when the whole structure is about to collapse, open a tiny pipeline at the base && let the iron-hard stream of wrath power the turbines of REVENGE. ❞ ( INDEPENDENT FEMALE REVAN FROM STAR WARS )

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HUNGER. Your mother is always your biggest fan !!!!!

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Mun & Muse Comparison

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✚ M U N  | I N F O R M A T I O N ✚

Name: damia r. Nicknames: dom. birdie?? not so much anymore. Wishlist Nickname: cyber dad probably. i dunno ill never get a cool nickname. Height: 5′2″ Eye Color: brown. Hair Color: brown. Ethnicity: latinx. boricua !!! Lives in: wilmington, de. Relationship Status: ugh. Character(s) Most Identifies with: nebula from gotg. Hobbies: sleeping. reading. video games. writing&roleplaying. Special talent(s): can touch my tongue to my nose?  Warning/disclaimer: uhm. undiagnosed bpd? and i think everyone hates me 24/7. you gotta explain your feelings to me v v v clearly or i will going into panic mode. i get clingy quick !!!!!! im sorry !!!!!! Struggling With: school lmao. will i pass? who knows !!!!

✚ M U S E  |  I N F O R M A T I O N ✚

Name: darth nihilus. Nicknames: lmao none. Wishlist Nickname: no thanks. Height: 6′6″ Eye Color: unknown. ( human form: yellow-red irises. ) Hair Color: unknown. ( human form: black. ) Ethnicity: unknown. ( human form: caucasian. this might change tbh. i might change my fc. ) Lives in: varies. aboard the Ravager most time. Relationship Status: single forever probably. Special talent(s): force sensitive. like able to devour entire planets. amazing lightsaber control? i would go on but too lazy.  Warning/disclaimer: he wants to literally eat you.  Struggling With: satisfying his hunger. his life literally revolves around it.

In conclusion: Same | Close as heck | Almost | Ehh…? | Not Really | Nope | In a Galaxy Far Far Away

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CONT’ FROM.

He could feel the dark side coursing through him, much stronger than he had ever imagined. His flirtations with that forbidden side of the Force, back when he still resided in the Jedi Temple, had been nothing compared to this. But thanks to the guidance of Lord Sidious, Dooku’s power was growing stronger every day.

As the Count sat in his chamber, legs crossed while he mediated, a noise shook him from his reverie. What he saw when he opened his eyes caused him to gasp in fear. The apparition - for what else could it be called? - stalked towards him, and he jumped to his feet, grasping for his lightsaber. He could feel his strength suddenly begin to slowly fade, and shook his head to stay focused.

What was this living horror that had suddenly appeared before him? A spirit of the dark side? Something sent to test him, to see if he could be deemed worthy of being a Sith? Whatever it was, he would not allow it to defeat him. Darth Tyranus was clinging so desperately to that conviction that he registered no surprise when the thing spoke. But it did not say anything he did not know himself; he knew that Sidious would not care if he died. He was, after all, a Sith Lord. As well as that, he was patient. Which would be of benefit to him since Tyranus had no intention of dying anytime soon.

He finally activated his blade and pointed it at what he now faced. “Who are you? What are you? What do you want? Tell me!”

                                        The red glow of his weapon felt cold and distant. All he cared for was the energy that coursed through tired veins. His own weapon stayed secure at his hip, gently placed against his armor. The Sith were weak compared to him. He swallowed galaxies with the sound of his voice, the screech of a dead man clinging to the physical world. He was an entity, no longer mortal. A god bounded by a fleshy prison. He walked the cosmos only because he had forced himself inside the body of a man. And he watched from the sidelines as the Sith rose again. Only to be disgusted with their tactics. They were rats ingesting the waste of the universe. Close minded and small. Too small for him. 

                                      He had felt so much heavier within a human body. After so long with out one. The armor becoming more like shackles. ❛ IT WOULD BE UNWISE TO MAKE SUCH DEMANDS OF ME. ❜ His tongue is thick and heavy, coated in iron. But his forehead was damp with anger. All he had wanted was to feed and this lowly little Apprentice had seemed like a sharp ache in the middle of his back. ❛ YOU DO NOT SPEAK TO YOUR OWN MASTER IN THIS WAY. ❜ His voice felt so strange, setting his throat aflame. It would take much more influence till the man would lose his mind. Nimble fingers curled around the hilt of his lightsaber. An ancient weapon hungry for blood. 

He had looked upon the man, touched by the Dark Side, but some how living on the edge of it. As if he did not belong -- his place among them would be short. ( The Force had spoken to him. The Wound thrumming in response. ) The Darth’s terrified eye had amused him. Beneath the mask a smile curved on his lips. ❛ WHAT WOULD YOU DO TO LIVE? ❜ 

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{ ; λ pls!! }

ANOTHER TOUCH MEME.

λ : For my muse wanting your muse’s attention

                                         She had other children. Much more deserving of her attention than he. But his own inky narcissism was a weakness he refused to admit to. ( He was most important. Most loving. Most needing. ) He devoured a lonely planet. The budding roses of civilization covered the ground like raindrops. He took them between his fingers and forced them down his throat. Each word a hammer against the new stone of their pyramids. HE DESTROYED THEIR POTENTIAL. SWALLOWED THEIR FUTURE. SHATTERED THEIR LIVES AS IF HE WERE GOD. And belief in him was met with insanity, followed by the void beneath the mask. 

                                                       Nihilus inhaled another planet. And another. Till his hunger was only a dull ache, thrumming like an old wound. His gaze fell upon the ashen world below him. Dust hills of papery skin and flattened wastelands. He had left a trail to follow. Footsteps heavy across the solar system. Stars shedding golden tears as they had lost bodies to worship them. His Mother would follow. Would touch her fingers to his forehead and he’d feel at ease. The Hunger less threatening. Or he would devour more. More and more until he could no longer contain himself. Till the Wound he was would expose itself, tearing apart his fabric and finding its place in the stars. 

                            A supernova teetered dangerously in his stomach. 

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Another touch-meme

Touches are none verbal forms of communication. Send me a symbol to see how my muse would convey their feelings to you only through a touch. My muse will say no word and only try to express their feelings physically.

α: For my muse wanting to show that they love your muse

β: For my muse wanting to show that they hate your muse

δ: For my muse wanting to show that they need your muse

ε: For my muse trying to seduce your muse

ζ: For my muse trying to comfort your muse

θ: For my muse wanting to show that they are worried about your muse

λ: For my muse wanting your muse's attention

μ: For my muse wanting to ask for your muse's comfort

ξ: For my muse wanting to show that they are afraid of your muse

π: For my muse wanting to show that they are scared in general

ρ: For my muse wanting to hurt your muse

ς: For my muse wanting your muse to stop hurting them

ψ: For my muse wanting to welcome your muse back

ω: For my muse wanting to show your muse that they miss/missed them

φ: For my muse wanting to say goodbye to your muse

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Gives my son a smooch on the cheek.

                                           THE PRESSURE OF HER LIPS BLOSSOMS ALONG the corporeal shell of his being. The phantom beneath the rippling layers of thick fabric shivers, her touch is ancient and he feels it even though he is no longer physical. He feels the curl of her fingers, the wave of her hair. Each step she takes is an earthquake at his soles and her breath smells like Living Force weaved with heady dirt. Iron bones thick and heavy with machinery. She is everything and nothing, the worlds he devours and the breath he is no longer allowed to take. 

           ❛ Am I permitted to refer to you as Mother? ❜

[movedbastila]

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     ❛ WE WERE READY TO BEHAVE BUT THERE’S NO FREEDOM WITHOUT NO CAGE. ❜

[acordy]

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ARIELSHEPARD.

SUPERMASSIVE BLACK HOLE

The pangs of hunger cause him to seek permission to devour a world full of megafauna & untouched by civilization. ( Perhaps uncolonized for a reason, grown for the specific purpose of consumption, billions of years of stellar evolution & a growing biosphere that made it perfect to eat like ripe fruit. How many similar worlds has she eaten? Countless. ) She comes from behind, a skeletal hand emerging from the darkness of her robes to touch his shoulder, spidery digits curling around the edge of his form, as though to reassure him that the unending emptiness in him will be filled with the gore & core of the planet. Her crimson gaze rests upon the lovely & lonely little world, orbiting around its star, growing in the sea of cold blackness & cosmic radiation.

She looks to him, the motherly adoration in her strange eyes woven intricately with the sinister coldness. The Emperor has many blessed, perfect, & eldritch daughters that were born from her dreams, bringing her untold levels of happiness. What about a son to take after her in hunger & darkness, a cherished boy who shared the horror of his sisters & mother? She leans closer to Nihilus, abyssal vocals declaring sanction, authorization for him to devour, approval for him to swallow this planet & all its living creatures & all its life force.

❝ Eat. ❞

HE WILL THRUST THICK, STEADY FINGERS INTO THE CORE of this planet. His knuckles snap as they break against the heavy mountains, skin peels from ghostly bones as its magma core swallows his limbs. It is so lovely, so lonely. His gaze is full with it. A planet breathing under a strenuous growth, diffusing its energy out into the cosmos. It heaves a great and dangerous sigh, its breath heady against his skin. Sickeningly sweet, he tells himself. The breath of a child after a long day of playing outside, fingers sticky and dirty. Purity in its rarest form. This little planet would cease to exist when he spoke a single word. It would soon occupy the inhaling black hole in his belly. Devoured by the monster that he was. The prospect had become too much and he feels his body growl in preparation, the void that lives in him shivering. 

HER VOICE WAS A THOUSAND GALAXIES ALL SCREAMING AT once. A single, simple word setting his heart aflame. He remembers a Master. She had attempted to chain him, sew his mouth shut and sear his senses. Nihilus had felt stifled and starved under her teaching. But the Emperor was no Master. She had been a Mother. Lifting her delicate fingers to his mouth and letting him feed as he wanted. He saw his crimson soul in her eyes. A darkness that mirrored the creature in him. How easy it had been to become her Son. How desperate he was to be mothered and loved, urged into growth and destruction. Beneath his inhumanity, he grins. He knows she can feel his excitement, his relief at being allowed to eat. And he turns to his little planet and SPEAKS A SINGLE, DEVOURING WORD. HIS BODY SHIVERS AS HE FEEDS. HIS PLANET BEGINS TO BLACKEN. BEGINS TO DIE AND SHRIVEL. THEY ALL SCREAM OUT TILL THEY ARE QUICKLY SILENCED. HIS PLANET NO LONGER GLOWS. INSTEAD, IT LET OUTS A PUFF OF ASH AND PATHETICALLY ATTEMPTS TO HOLD ON TO LIFE. A SWEEPING DEATH ACROSS THE HILLS AND A ROLLING TONGUE LAPS AGAINST THE OCEANS. And he is full. As close to contentedness as his absent humanity will let him.

                                ❛ Thank you. ❜

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  ❛  He is a wound in the Force,           more presence than flesh, and in his wake                life dies… sacrificing itself to his hunger.  ❜