VOLITION.

indie kylo ren rp blog. written by coyote.

[basleia-blog]

i like to call this one  ‘coyote is an enabler.’

[sarcasticsymphony]

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“Drag me out of the sea and then teach me to breath,  Give me forced health, till I wish death on myself, Ah-Ha-Ha!!!”

[forcewrath]

  torn apart. i rly wish i had time to properly invest in this blog like!!!! i feel its a main blog material and i wish i had time to rewatch all movies, i wish i had time to make a proper theme I Wish So Hard... but i have finals coming and i have lots of obligations and i just... ghghghhg!!! i wish!!!

    but i’m glad i made this blog even though i can’t bring it to its full potential, i really missed having a character that deserves a less than straightforward prose style, i’m still working on it but i really did miss this... 

[proinsiascassidy]

Take off that mask. You don’t need it. What do you think you’ll see if I do? The face of my son. 

[basleia-blog]

                 the problem with hope, she thinks – acute or necessary, ever-present or fading – is its reason for being. she has clung to it from an early age, when the force meant nothing to her, nor to the world that raised her. hope was a stand-in, creating possibilities where there shouldn’t have been. she clings to it now, understanding ( anew ) the complexities of light and the desperation of dark. a child’s face disappearing from view for the last time, for a last effort, because a mother hoped for something BETTER. she sensed it, or she needed it to be.                doubt threatens its own resurrection now, for hope might have only had one purpose. Only to blind her from THIS. but for his sake – for the sake of lives unseen, as it always has been – the general cannot follow her own intuition. she follows, instead, a blinded eye. she waits for him, and for another silence to shake her.               ❛ that isn’t true. ❜ the name rests at the back of her throat, at the back of her mind. she waits.  ❛ he died for you. to right a WRONG. ❜  validation. for her only; she who had little time to grieve. leia rises soundless, stepping forward. ❛ you can say what you will about him, denounce his name until it’s gone. but to assume that i would believe a word of it ?  you’re a fool. ❜

[forcewrath]

    picture a boy, a boy surrounded by giants, a boy whose pale neck is about to snap from constantly looking up-up-up. imagine his voice not quiet but withdrawn, hear the words he never offered. see his brown eyes that got so tired from staring at halos and unblemished GLORY that the shadows beneath his feet eventually became inviting. promising. comforting. and all he had to do is FALL, all he had to do is finally stop resisting. that boy is no more, but those are his wounds that still keep hurting, the wounds SHE failed to dress.

    she doesn’t understand, she never did. neither did he, the man who swallowed his rage and blade when a star died. they both kept thinking about their little boy, missing that which never was, hoping that non-existent idylla can still be reclaimed. and maybe if the mother and son just close their eyes and discard the integrity which he has carved for himself out of light-infected corpses-- then everything will be back to normal. maybe that’s what she wants, just scrub his hands clean, stomp on the freshly disturbed ground and wait, wait for the past to finally happen.

  ❛ you are THE FOOL-- ❜ his voice stems from the deepest and sharpest part of his body, it limps out of his mouth like a wet, battered fatality ( but still thrashing, still biting ). ❛ a fool to think that i would EVER willingly come back to you. han solo died for that foolishness, general! you sent him to his DEATH! ❜ a queen. clutching to dead body of her love. refusing to bury her son. a sight so inherently sad that it deserves to be idealized, deserves to be etched in marble, like an interstellar PIETA-- a tribute to this self-inflicted MARTYRDOM. but he finds no respect for it; only a vandal’s sneer.

[forcewrath]

this site: kylo ren is secretly a double agent!!!!

me: *makes a long, continuous fart noise for at least 5 minutes*

[forcewrath]

@purrsuasion

                 ❛ congratulations. ❜

    with his voice so dry and devoid of anything resembling humanity, he couldn’t have possibly meant his words. the troops behind him shift with apprehension as he stares at her, mouth secretly twisted into an unwanted grimace. dark alleys, dark sky. a duty he never asked for and feels no obligation to-- and yet, here he is, taking care of unnecessary distractions.

   ❛ this is the second time you’ve managed to elude the first order. i’m beginning to think you really ARE important. ❜

[onemansinsanity-onecatsreality]

                EXHALATION CONSTRICTS WITHIN PASSAGE & soon,                 before cognition kicks in, he’s gasping - struggling to maintain reticent                 composure. ‘ Y-you know, exch-chaingig information would be more                 STRAIGHTFORWARD if I were g-given moment to speak fr-freely,                 devoid of malady. ‘

[forcewrath]

              he says nothing, a murmur of amusement held back in his throat.               fingers unlax, the gloved talons are no more-- but the perversity               of having one’s mind PRIED OPEN and strangled by an invisible               force persists, like smudges on inner walls of the throbbing skull. 

                                                                    ❛ speak. ❜

[lethcn]

  ‘ is that meant to frighten me, boy ?’

 she can sense it, the great crescendo of the DARK, as it rides the tide of his juvenile anger –  he is a man by all measure of humanity – & a child, in talon’s eyes. his power was great,  but hers was honed like a fine blade, & until he learned to master it, true potential would slip  through his ( poorly placed ) hands. 

she leans away, allowing him the proximity, the heat from his saber bearing down into her, and she smiles, turning swift; a kick to the back of his knee & her lekku smack him across the face as she completes the pirouette, her own lightsaber driven into the ground by his foot.

     ‘ FOCUS, you are distracted by your past.  look forward, predict my steps or you will die by them.’

[forcewrath]

    his visage gets distorted with a hunger for triumph, he can sense her resistance giving way and a grin sprawls under his nose with sharpness-- but then his balance is taken away from him, a burning lashing across his face completes the defeat and he stumbles back, curses boiling beneath his tongue as his back hits the ground. 

    the sudden blow caused his teeth to sink into his hungry lip and now something metallic is lining the walls of his maw. just another bruise exchanged for scorned experience. his anger takes on a duller, more tense shape and it retreats to the back of his skull with a promise of returning SOON. he spits right next to her blade as he stares up, the inactive hilt weighing in his hand: 

  ❛ why should i spare a THOUGHT for my enemies? ❜ he sputters again, eyebrows furrowed in bitter defeat. ❛ only one person counts in a duel-- and it is ME. ❜

[toniins]

adam driver has star wars on DVD and he’s live tweeting his own lines and commentary

[forcewrath]

@lightgiving

                  it’s a cold stare that a mask offers. 

                                                                      ❛ leave. ❜

     an uninterested crane of his neck, gaze directed away.

[forcewrath]

say what you want about kylo ren but at least he’s never been in the star wars holiday special

[forcewrath]

                                 LIKE MOTHER LIKE SON

[basleia-blog]

                   too young to know better, and now the shock seeps into bone. if even half of her burden had been voiced in time, she could have shared their child’s blame. she could have softened the blow that left her here, and guilty. ( it was never her. it was snoke. it was the phantom whispering in the dead of night, come closer come closer. and yet. )               and yet. a mother watches the battle taking place before her, knuckles white, some glimmer of an explanation to free her hitched breath.  ❛ i can’t defend everything. i won’t, ❜ she adds, above the lashing of ANGER cast towards her ( alone ), above the figure walking away, sick of the secrets being kept. the stake between them, driven deep.  ❛ but han solo would have put everything on the line, if ONLY to save his son from the dark. with love, with everything, he was reckless. ❜  she tells her son, not the man who listens halfheartedly. her son, who deserved to know firsthand; who hated his father and watched him burn at the hand of a monster.                   ❛ if he was ever distant, ever blind, he was because i needed him to be. ❜           eyes shut, silence reclaimed. what she needed, in him, was what he gave in the end. sooner. she should have told him sooner. it isn’t the memory of HIM that grips her lungs after all, but the young boy left behind. sad where she had left him, sad where he remains.   ❛ he didn’t know, ben. ❜

[forcewrath]

     ❛ ...that-- ❜ he raises from the cold slab, disregarding the sharp stab of pain in his side. fresh scars on his face, open scars in his flesh, old scars deep down in his mind, etched by hands that were supposed to be loving. fingertips that were supposed to be warm and faithful. the bitter bile in his stomach starts to boil, it evaporates and turns into a yell-- FRIGHTENING AND JUSTIFIED: ❛ --is not my name! ❜

                                        his enraged howl echoes, the silence flinches.

     the child who watched his parents abandon him is DEAD, it suffered in silence and it died in silence, accompanied only by screams of others. ben is GONE and the force that moves his pale corpse cares not about his so-called guardian, it cares not ( and yet it feels anger, so much anger that it starts to burn, it slithers into every muscle strand and it tugs at them, riling him up more, jostling his ragged lungs ). 

    ❛ there is no more BEN just like there is no more HAN SOLO! you think this was about punishing him? you think i cared about what he did or did not?! ❜ spitting venom, letting rage dribble from his maw. it’s a fearsome gravity that pulls his stability down. ❛ he was just a reminder that had to be removed, he was NEVER a father to me-- HE WAS NOTHING! HE DIED AS NOTHING! AND SO WILL YOU, GENERAL ORGANA! ❜ his breath clogs his throat and the ravaging outcry dissolves into a coughing fit, a remnant of a duel lost in snow. time--

[eldrytche]

          There’s no doubt, he’s a live-wire. an accident waiting to happen, like a volcano constantly on the verge of overflowing. ANGER & PAIN —- trademarks of the darkside. few are ever this volatile, however. dangerous, murderous even, yes ; but tantrums were ANOTHER thing all together. perhaps that was inherited? 

                ❛                        you know what i’m talking about. and it will always be a problem, one way or another. as long as it’s in you, you’ll always feel it. the call.    ❜  

[forcewrath]

                    ❛ the call. ❜

    he repeats after her, force in his body bubbling and rising to the surface through the hollowed-out veins. it lines his skull in preparation, encasing thoughts in a protective shell-- but he does not feel her fingertips poking at his mind, he does not feel any INTRUDING presence. disregard comes to him easily, expressed by eyes privately narrowed, mouth twisted into a sneer. it’s TRIVIAL to sprout wise words and act like their meaning has value-- luke skywalker showed him that.

                                                 ❛ and how would you know anything about it? ❜

[forcewrath]

everyone on my dash: no... not another human being with thirst for this Rat Individual, Adam “why the long face” Driver, no not another one............

[daftorpunk]

Acting, to me, has been many things: It’s a business, and it’s a craft, and it’s a political act - it’s whatever adjective is most applicable