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IND. & SEL. rp blog for BEN ORGANA SOLO (KYLO REN) of the STAR WARS franchise. mutuals only. plot driven. heavily headcanon influenced, but adaptable with most canon material. penned (and adored) by sarah (21+, she/her).
GUIDELINES
BIOGRAPHY + TIMELINE (endlessly under construction)
MEMES + OPEN STARTERS
VERSES
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personal blogs please do not reblog my text posts/roleplays!
Paterson (2016)
as some of you may have guessed, i’m moving back over to my old account @resabered as this blog is still marked explicit so i’ll be moving all of the memes/drafts i still owe over there
today……….i am moving blogs again
literally 2 seconds after making a new blog???
today..........i am moving blogs again
Louise Glück, from “Marathon”, Poems 1962 - 2012
MOTHER?
@redsabered said: MY CHARACTER HAS AMNESIA, AND CAN’T REMEMBER ANYONE OR THEMSELVES. SEND, “REMEMBER ME?” FOR THEIR REACTION (for leia because…ouch)
there’s a dislike for being confined within the medbay , she knows this . there’s a familiarity with being surrounded by bodies pressing in and questions raining down , she knows this . there’s a level of respect held towards her wherever she goes , she sees this . there are things she knows , things she recognizes , yet none of it offers a clue as to what it might mean . they call her General , but she does not remember being in the military . they call her Princess , but she does not remember coming from royalty . there are things she knows , but there are no memories attached to them to offer an explanation as to why . she does not recognize her touch and influence in the lives of those around her . she does not remember her role in restoring hope throughout the galaxy . she does not recognize her hope right in front of her . the young man standing before her asks what so many before him have asked . she wonders how she could know so many people , though she suspects the titles the attached to her may have something to do with it . a feeling of distraught fills her when asked once more , wishing desperately that she did remember . that she could offer solace to those who looked to her for guidance out of instinct and experience . aged hands are folded in front of her , resisting the urge to let restlessness disturb the neat folds of her robes . ❝ no , i don’t . ❞ she responds quietly , dark eyes dimmed and shining with remorse and distress as a frown tugs at her mouth . ❝ i’m sorry . ❞
the parts of him that had been torn apart by sinister forces and put back together wrong have since come apart at the seams. it’s a familiar kind of pain, a twisting and fraying, but he feels it primarily in the pieces of his heart now. the raw edges feel as if they are scraping together as the organ somehow keeps beating away inside his chest.
"it’s okay. i just...” he tries a smile, but only feels one corner of his lips twitch. it’s an unfamiliar gesture now.
there are a dozen half phrases on his tongue about whether she’s better of this way, about the ocean of hurt and mistrust and betrayal between them at his hands, but he is overcome with such a sudden onslaught of exhaustion that he almost feels as if he will lose his footing. he’d been involved in the same accident that had given her this injury but has refused all treatments that aren’t strictly necessary – no bacta or pain meds to ease the suffering that feels like penance – and all he wants to do is be close to her, to feel the thrum of her bright energy through the bond that connects them still and has never wavered, even with years of bloodshed keeping them apart.
he buries those feelings and feigns casual instead. “i just came by to tell you that under normal circumstances, you’d be appalled by the state of your hair. i mean,” he waves a hand in her general direction. “you take great pride in it. never a strand out of place. it’s almost shocking to see you like this.”
it’s rare, this vein of obstinance that runs through him, but it gives his voice a lazy-amused tone that always reminds him of his father. he knows he sounds overly sardonic, but he pushes on.
“i can show you. it might help you feel more like yourself. if you’re comfortable with my help, of course.”
❛ 06 . a kiss during a fight .
𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 ; 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 . ( a series of kiss prompts . some nsfw material present . )
there was a certain level of elation that came with a fight like this. it wasn’t the adrenaline (though that made him feel so hyperfocused he swore he could feel his heart beating against his ribcage) or even the anticipation (though he can admire the caustic edge to their movements). it was more about the satisfaction of attempting something like this and feeling himself improve.
ben took another step, continuing their orbit around each other, the mat squeaking beneath his feet under their combined weight. the rest of the studio was empty. private lessons, accelerated improvement. that had been his idea when he’d first stumbled upon the krav maga classes. he was happy his hypothesis paid off.
he struck on a whim, attempting to land a blow to her abdomen, but rey was too quick. she completed some complex maneuver that involved a spin, a kick, and suddenly ben was on his back with her above him, their faces only inches apart. his lungs deflated in a quick rush and he was pretty sure he was seeing stars. or he would have been had he been capable of focusing on anything except the way beads of sweat trickled down her temples and the determined glint in her eye.
there was a pause in which their breathing was far too loud. chest heaving, ben almost went cross eyed as he counted every freckle across the bridge of her nose. all thirteen of them.
and then he lifted his head off the mat and pressed his lips to hers.
11/10 best idle animation
hey guess what i’m actually going to try to write
little starfighter
" I'll be there for you always "
Let him sleep……
We’re a dyad in the Force, Rey. Two that are one.
lover - taylor swift / texas reznikoff- mitski / the return of the king - dir. peter jackson / morning- frank o’hara / lovers of valdaro / everywhere- fleetwood mac / pride and prejudice- dir. joe wright / strangers- the kinks
I see no reason why I can’t be both the love interest and the antagonist
