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oh aren’t you afraid of the dark, little jedi girl
☆ ❛ blasterbrained.
❝ MY BOUNTY ENDED up hiding in First Order territory. Turns out they’re not a big fan of people poaching on their grounds. ❞ She tucks a kiss behind Niilah’s ear, breathing out a laugh.
❝ Did you miss me, leeah? ❞
A LOW HUM, dulcet & fluttering pulls through her heart, past her ribs & curls a crescent on her lips. ❛ kisses & compliments only get you so far ------ i programmed that burner COMM for you to actually use. ❜
❛ an ‘ i’m not dead ’ would have been nice. ❜
@blasterbrained / ♥︎
❛ ‘be back later’ usually means they’re’ll be a later. and not a ‘later’ that takes 3 months to come around. where’d you go this time ? ❜
You keep storing up all that anger and grief. Eventually it spills over. Or you drown in it.
Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising (via wnq-anonymous)
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ where he walks POWER UNFOLDS, untaming beasts, cracking temples and unfettering hearts. when he speaks of what he sees in his waking dreams the M A S S E S will listen with a blind passion. he is a theatre; HE IS A LIVING CHURCH; he can never be what he is, which is HUMAN. people follow him like sheep, and BECOME AS LIONS.
---deadsolo
❝ ——— but you have the POTENTIAL to be . & that is something we just can’t afford . ❞ so sweetly , condescending nature leaking young knightly immaturities . taunting vivacious peril . hide - sewn gloving abandons the husk of her glass chin to escape the valley of a panting collarbone. so powerful & so untapped . a clear water spring of midichlorians . it would be his honor to dismantle her , but ——— what a waste . ❝ it will only hurt for a second , i promise. ❞
Her breath is bated, BLADED -- cutting her lungs to ribbons with the heave of her chest; poppy petals of her HEART torn through by visceral thorns of dread. ❛ WAIT ------------ ❜ please. finger bones flicker, SKIN pulled tight over pulsing fire running parallel with her blood. surging, searching --- currents of cosmos outstretched like tree limbs towards raw power. hunger breaks the hungry. a whispering ACHE along the divots of her spine, the force shifting in tectonic movements along the ridge line of shoulders; a promising WRATH unspent in the days of her kindness. ❛ --- show me. the POTENTIAL. ❜ somewhere, a star burns out with a bleating cry.
starter call !! // now that niilah’s info is updated ♥︎
WASTELAND HEPHAESTUS. a heartbreak of a girl, the death of a STAR. // written by cali. ( CREDIT )
starter call !! // now that niilah’s info is updated ♥︎
deadsolo
❝ ——— you’re not wrong. but i’m not here on it’s behalf, either. ❞ multiplex MIND GAMES - physically incapable to resist the riddle. slick hide gloves breach upon her person, fingers a twitch across the birth of her cherry red cheekbone. the fundamental body language is an impersonal betrayal, quaking manic. for the master knight, the heat & adrenaline of hunt was sweetly scented ; an aura of success. ❝ force sensitivity is . . . a beacon. you couldn’t hide from omnipotence forever. ❞
❛ i ---- i don’t use it. i’m not like you. ❜ VIPEROUS tongue sweeping bitten, dark wine lips; burying poison in the creases. teeth bared; skin pebbling beneath the spread of smooth leather. dark waters over silt & sand. a touch of DECAY. blunt edged nails carve half moons into the womb of her palms, eight perfect hollows that bloom rose red against salt-sweat skin. GRAVES to bury fear six feet below the bone. cosmic tides ebb & flow, formless rivers in each vein; her birthright will ruin her.
HEADCANON: INTELLIGENCE.
her surroundings and state of living forced her into a quick-thinking state of mind, living on her own on a planet unprotected by most Common Law & being a woman in a male dominated territory practicing her skill set as a Free Person & not as a slave. Her mother raised her to be smart, wise beyond her years in respect to theology or history. Even so, her temper & quick mouth can get the best of her; brash & blunt tongued when scared. A result of constantly having to make herself seem bigger in attitude & reputation -- akin to animals when threatened -- as most women do in the Outer Rim.
@comearma // starter call.
❛ I don’t fill requisitions for the First Order — ❜ UNFLINCHING with too much BLIND FAITH in bravado, the words slip easily, burning like SEA WATER on her lips. ❛ --- & i don’t make it my business to be on a first name basis with Order sympathizers. or pinned officers. ❜
I’d risk the world for you, but I wouldn’t risk you for the world.
silver-nor-red.