YOU ARE NOTHING.

darkness rises. embrace your destiny. indie kylo ren. by g.

[pastkill]

people are so quick to condemn without any sort of proof, even after it’s been confirmed that the story was made up lmfao. that Loki blog even apologized and posted that what she said was wrong and that she accused me falsely, you fucking donut @webfluid

[pastkill]

i miss u guys

[driverdaily]

Star Wars: The Last Jedi Secrets Explained

[kylux]

Adam Driver as Kylo Ren in Star Wars: The Last Jedi (2017)

[rogue-cassian]

Kylo Ren vs Praetorian Guards

[violethell]

did you come back to say you forgive me? to save my s o u l?

[lyricallymnded]

help // the front bottoms

[siickangel]

[pastkill]

REY .

                                                             “ can you see where i’m at ?” afraid , curious . was their world at risk despite their best efforts to remain anonymous ? she steps in front of his line of sight , her eyes dark, wide, demanding . 

@pastkill  | sc.

            ❛    you’re  ---  cold.    ❜    it’s a simple response,  one that did not warrant her defensiveness.   in his heart of hearts,  he can’t say for certain that he wants to find her.   the rebellion must die,  along with the past beside them.   but does that make her his mission?    ❛    does that worry you, rey?    ❜ 

[bluebeardsfinalgirl]

― gregory orr, origin of the marble forest.

[pastkill]

VAGRANT .

@pastkill

HE TENDS A LONELY FIRE, wrapped in hand stitched bundles left over from patchwork uniforms, barely held together by the wicker threads he mulls over in his fingers, making quick work of the patchwork as the wind bites through with shrewd intent, but he doesn’t so much care about the cold. it’s not the cold that keeps him company, not the cold that whispers to him ( not the cold by itself, anyways ) and at the tug in his gut, not the only thing to keep him company in the physical force.

it’s…elusive to him, slipping through his fingers much the same as it always did, desperate beyond admonition in his exile to hope, even for a second, that perhaps it will indulge him…not the worst he’s ever dared to hope, as pathetic as it sometimes sounds to him. the idolatry of his youth, awash in the sins of his ritual, and though he doesn’t carry his colours quite as vibrant anymore, he is every bit as dangerous still, hardened from a wearied practice, and unmoved at the feeling that echoes the roils of his past…

‘ ―do you know who i am? ’ 

it’s a trick question, affords him a sense of insight without turning at his behest. the eponymous trust of the fairer folk in this world is abhorrent to him, and especially dwelling in the underealms as he has been since the fall of the empire, is not a courtesy he can afford. still, he wonders at the timing of it, the whispers relayed to him with ash in their wake…a temple desecrated.

he hopes to wonder beyond a sense of pride at his own reputation; even with his prior ranking accounted for, forlorn of his armor, it does not afford him the luxury of identity…not in the common sense. the ritualistic perversion of the politics that accompany the inner rims, the accountability it holds in the underealms, and though he still clings to something of himself, he has made new names for himself…new reputations. 

so which one does he approach him with?

            ❛    ...  wouldn’t be here if i didn’t.    ❜    he’s curt with his response,  not bothering to peer down at the vagrant before him.   this isn’t something kylo ren is fond of doing,  fetching off for someone who might not even be who snoke says he is,  or might not even be particularly anyone.  though,  he would not disobey his master,  regardless of the circumstance.   a desolate planet with a name not worth mentioning,  housing miscreants and vandals and rogues alike.   one might say kylo is quite familiar with these kinds of people,  but that is a past he has left behind,  burning under a pile of rubble at his own hand.  

beside him stand a squad of loyal stormtroopers,  members of the first order.   each carrying a blaster,  ready to use at a moment’s notice,  at kylo’s behest.   not that he wasn’t keen on using his own abilities,  if he had to.   it would go against snoke’s wishes,  and that wasn’t a conversation he was ready to have.   he will be useful,  kylo ren.   he is more like you than you know.   someone sensitive to the force just as he?   or something else.   he wasn’t quite sure what to think of these new developments,  but someone such as he living in such squalor?   how could he be of any use?   

it’s a wonder how anyone could be found in a city where those who wish to disappear can so easily,  but snoke was right in one aspect.   it’s there,  like a whisper.   innate in its nature.   it’s interesting,  to say the least.   kylo doesn’t offer a glance down at the man,  yet keeps him within peripheral vision.   one false move,  and his lightsaber will find a new sheathe within the stranger’s body.

a moment,  silent before he exhaled,  annoyance hidden under his mask.   ❛    i was told i could find someone here.   someone trained in ways most aren’t.   i’m not inclined to believe that could be you,  but i have been wrong before.   tell me  ---  am i wrong,  stranger?    ❜    most would wait for a response,  but he grows tired of waiting and there are preparations he must take before being on his way.

slight turn to face one of his troopers,  a silent order to accost the man that sat before them.   to the rest,  it may seem like kylo wanted this over with,  but there was an underlying motive.   to see what he was capable of,  and the only way to do that was with a sacrificial lamb.    ❛   SC-6738,  get him on his feet.   we’re leaving this place at once.     ❜    his order is swift,  a step back for a moment to observe,  hand opening to allow quick equipping of his weapon if the moment presents itself.

[pastkill]

its past lights out, with nearly everyone else asleep after a long day of training. most would not risk being caught by master luke --- but they ate reckless in the dark. curiosity sparks, and she kisses him under the cover of night. it's an unskilled but eager press of her mouth against his, dainty fingers woven into dark hair.

another day passes.   rough,  consuming.   whispers throughout all of the temple.   some good,  mostly bad.   they don’t trust ben.   not really.   some make an attempt,  but he can’t tell if it’s out of genuine feeling or out of fear.   the power that courses through him,  but it’s overshadowed by the turmoil in his heart.   he hears it again,  the call.   

he wants to sleep.  cover his ears with his pillow,  lightsaber at his side,  fight off the dark.   he can’t turn it off.   it’s everywhere he turns,  in every swing of his weapon,  in every lecture from master luke.   what if they’re right?   what if he was more dark than light?   

footsteps.   who would be up this late?   who risked trouble in the form of reciting texts from the old order?   as quickly as he realized was as quick as she appeared.   kasumi.   a feeling he couldn’t shake off.   a confidant?   a friend?   couldn’t be too sure in the dead of night.   he’s caught,  wonder in his eyes and confusion written on his face.   before he could even ask,  she’s  —

cold.   she’s cold.   he’s noticed that in their training.   wasn’t just the wind that flew in in her stead.   her lips:  warm.   warmth that he was unfamiliar with.   eyes widened in a flash,  but descends as he begins to understand.   it’s slow,  his touch.   palms skittish to find her hips,  but they do.   he melts into her,  concerned of her feelings and her thoughts,  but that wastes away.

rough,  consuming.   he breathes her in,  forehead rest against her own,  exhaling when they part.   ❛    …  you’re late.   this payback for yesterday in training?   if i find a bruise,  let me kiss it better  —    ❜ 

[reyloandstarwars]

he set fire to the world around him

but never let a flame touch her

[skulandcrossbones]

[kylorenupdated]

(x)

[odonoghues]

bonus:

[pastkill]

DANGER .

 ❛   ━━━   YOU   WISH   TO   PLEASE   HIM   ,   ❜   a   voice   beckons   from   the   shadow   ;   darkness   still   playing   her   cloak   .   t’is   the   voice   of   a   manipulator   /   so   easy   to   twist   her   tongue   around   her   prey   &.   DRAIN   THEIR   VERY   LIFE   FORCE   .   (   &.   there   is   no   exception   here   -   )

 to   step   forward   reveals   her   company   ;   undetected   ,   &.   wholly   unwanted   in   a   moment   as   …   private   as   this   .   (   as   vulnerable   as   it   )   ;   but   sharp   stare   does   fall   to   the   subject   of   matter   -   how   it   had   been   morphed   &.   twisted   &.   ruined   .   (   &.   if   she   was   ever   capable   of   emotion   -   it   would   pluck   at   her   now   -   it   doesn’t   )   .   ❛   ━━━   IT   MAKES   YOU   WEAK   .   ❜

 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧   /  @pastkill   ,   ♡’ed   .

POWER.   it reverberates through him,  echoes of something unfamiliar.   he’s quick to pinpoint it,  to find it in the dark recess of his ship.   and when he hears her,  it’s all inviting.  unnerving at first,  but there are far worse things to be afraid of.   this is not one of those times.   a uninvited guest,  on his vessel,  calling him WEAK.   now, what kind of supreme leader would kylo ren be if he were to stand here and take this slandering?  

         ❛    ---  I AIM TO PLEASE NO ONE.    ❜   a grit of his teeth,  index twitching at his side,  feeling for the space between him and his weapon.   (   LET LOOSE.   )   she was not in her element,  but she did have surprise on her side.   far be it from him to disagree ;   there was weakness in him,  a byproduct of his explicit force bond.   a conversation for another time.     ❛    WHO ARE YOU TO CALL ME WEAK?   LEAVE THIS PLACE AT ONCE.    ❜