it just is

- you shackled yourself to God’s right hand and called it home - [ a knight of ren ]

[renkniighted]

an rp blog for rownei ren , a knight of ren . written by kai. star wars. private. 21+. low activity. largely tfa and headcanon-based. here you can find the ambiguous twist the sequels deserved.

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an exploration of ... the lengths of loyalty, finding your path along someone else’s, becoming the monster you were raised to believe you are, our ends are in our beginnings, and knowing&playing your role in the story.

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Rownei Ren | ( Picset 001 / ? )

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❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ( from our captive discord au )

misc memes | @siniztre

"They really think I know something, huh?” Rownei attempts the joke shortly before gritting his teeth as Hux helps him put pressure on the wound. The bleeding hasn't stopped yet and likely won't soon. The cut is deeper than usual, the knife plunged as deep as the blade would allow - what happens in those sessions is always a blur, but Row feels reasonably sure his quips had finally found a breaking point in their captor, and his shoulder paid the price on this occasion. “That or I insulted him too well, but in my defense, he was asking for it,” he tries to shrug it off only for the burn of the new wound to pierce through him. Doesn't matter. Not really. Row's just glad they spent the time on him and not Hux.

If only Row could remember what he said to upset the man, he could use it the next time they came for him and Hux. He'll have to keep trying to remember. The more they focus on Row, the better.

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@inarretable says row is a ten but a bag of hot chips doesn't count as a meal

'they're a ten but...' meme | @inebranlabl

“Okay okay fineee … but what about two bags?”

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@thirdsght : ( FRUIT ) sharing a piece of fruit with mine.

misc memes | @thirdsght

They had gotten the mission done early; they had a good record of that, when it's just the two of them. If asked about it, Row would chalk it up to efficiency, and most definitely not the fact that finishing early means time for themselves. 

Definitely not. And this quiet little corner of a park that they've found in the city is just happenstance. As coincidental as the way Rownei shifts closer to his boyfriend and let's his head shift to rest on Rivk's shoulder. In the corner of Row's eye, he notices Rivk fiddling with something but doesn't pay it much mind until Rivk is handing part of it to him. 

It's - a fruit of some sort. Row accepts the piece curiously, focusing on that feeling and shoving aside the initial surprise. It's purple and a little weird-looking, but … as a thank you, Row presses a quick kiss to Rivk's cheek before taking a bite of the piece of fruit. 

Its sweet, but not overly so. Row finds himself enjoying the taste of it, oddly enough, and pops the last bit into his mouth before snuggling closer into Rivk's side. 

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𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊: A MUSE PLAYLIST STUDY! list 5 songs that you associate with your muse!  ( bonus:  include lyrics if you'd like! )

PARTS PER MILLION - rise against - there's something wrong with the words that we're not saying / and the silence we're creating like a ghost note symphony / there's something wrong and the temperature is rising / ignoring every siren as we're marching towards a cliff / but there are choices that we don't have to make / block out the voices 'cause they have led you astray / what i've been trying to say to you is that / there's something in the water, there must be something in the air / just 'cause i can't put my finger on it, it doesn't mean that it's not there

DOWN WITH THE FALLEN - starset - burning this bridge behind me / light the way and i'll follow where you go / can you tell me what is real? / 'cause i've lost my way again / can you tell me how to feel? / 'cause i don't feel anything now that i'm down here again

STOPREWIND - natewantstobattle - i don't understand what you see in me / 'cause i'm just another story / (that's not worth the reading) / now you've got me pinned up against the wall / why aren't you afraid that i'll take a fall? / there's more that came before me / (am i worth believing?) / i'm not so sure

BITTER END - rag'n'bone man - too many years of battle scars / and now we're broken / and all the words you said / been hanging over my head for time / and all of the lines we've crossed / they've finally bust us open / as a thousand tiny paper cuts of life / sweet love, my oldest friend / have we come to the bitter end? / no make up, no pretend / have we come to the bitter end?

THE PLACE I LEFT BEHIND - the deep dark woods - this fair land that you call yours / i do not give a damn / i've got the rambling fever down in my bones / and everywhere that i wanna go / the only place that i've ever loved / is the place i left behind

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kor-themed honorable mentions go to "way down we go" by kaleo and "seven devils" by florence + the machine

tagged by: @fcalty <3! tagging: @pohlepen @thirdsght @nightmarefuele @cava1ier (apologies if any of you have been tagged already) and whoever hasn't done it yet

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∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  knife at  receiver's throat ( from behind ) . + ❛ I have not seen you without your skin on. ❜ (from Feyd.)

Misc Memes | @nightmarefuele

There’s a fleeting moment, thin as the hair's breadth of space he has to breathe before the knife digs in, that Rownei is impressed. So rarely has anyone managed to be ahead of him like this.

Maybe Feyd really could be one of them in time ( as irritating an admittance as that is to make. ) Beyond the shadows and lofty power, what separates the knights so much from someone like Feyd anyway? What does the force really matter when the metal at your throat can slice the skin the same as any other being? Is the illusion Rownei upholds not broken the second the knife met his throat regardless? Death would be a fitting punishment if for only that, but also a temporary reprieve, and perhaps that's where the importance of the force really lay - in their ability to be unceasing, cyclical, a constant thorn upon the galaxy ; death is but another stepping stone. Could Feyd ever walk that same path?

Would he ever want to, seeing what the knights have become? A smirk traces Rownei's features, shoulders easing as he turns his head just slightly to quip, “A little intimate of a thought for this early into our partnership, don't you think?”

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tanyn: "are they pressed that we blew up their base or s'umpin? that's so skibidi."

inbox things | @fcalty

A tired sigh slips past Rownei's lips as he debates whether to even reply. Isn't Tanyn only a couple of years younger? When did a new language evolve in those two years? “I don't care how many times you speak like that; I'm not joining you in it.” As if it's not bad enough that Rownei understands what Tanyn's saying, not that Row's going to easily admit it to anyone else; the mix-ups have been amusing enough, and like hell is Row going to be playing translator. “The next time we need a distraction, I'm sending you in to talk. All that slang would confuse anyone.” 

[czesca]

characters who are so inauthentic. characters who only show what they want other people to see of them. characters who simply must have control over every part of themselves. do you even get it

[gallantblade]

characters who are inauthentic even to themselves. characters who cannot allow the mask to slip. characters who struggle to have an identity past what they project out to the world.

[acharnemcnt]

@renkniighted ⋆✶

There is something wicked in the soft upward curve of his lips —illuminating the delicate lines of his face with a gleam of sinister amusement. Here, within the half-light of the elegant lounge, the veil slips. A low, husky laugh parts from Hux's lips as his eyes fall upon the dark lens that obscures the gaze of the man peering back at him. ❛ Did you think I was all politics and pleasantries? ❜ He hums coyly, a hint of venom nestling between each syllable.

❛ Don't mistake me for a spineless politician. ❜ He draws the glass back to his lips and sip indulgently. ❛ I happen to have quite an appreciation for aggressive negotiations. I simply have my own specific approach. Which, you will learn, works quite well. Especially with these crude characters who have grown swollen with entitlement. ❜ He wrinkles his nose as he sets the glass upon the table. ❛ Yes, now. I'll buy you a drink if you manage to make him beg or quiver.❜

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"Maybe these outings won't be so bad after all." Under the helm, his voice hints at humor, eyes coming back to life with anticipation. Beg or quiver? He can do that. "Deal." Rownei smirks, movements subtle, until - in a flash of silver - the two guards stationed in the room are suddenly pinned by the fabric of their clothes to the wall. It won't hold them long, but it's not meant to. 

With a wave of hand, the table between he & Hux and the opposing delegation is tossed to the side and against the wall without ever making contact with his hand. It's a shame the drinks had to go with it, though the breaking glass adds a satisfying noise.

The minimal distance now between them and their failing negotiators is just a breath, a breath Rownei takes from one of them with a clench of hand. The other he steps towards, dagger making a sudden appearance in his hand as he makes to slash their throat, prepared to stop only by Hux's word alone.

[thirdsght]

rivk slides into the passenger's seat on autopilot. he doesn't have to think to move in sync with rownei. it's like they are connected. maybe they are. the force moves in mysterious ways. ways his fear of attachment forbids him from thinking about. but it's too late for inhibitions. rivk knows that in his soul. so he flashes his canines in a teasing smirk and jabs rownei back lightly, grabbing him around the waist playfully. ❝ dare i tell you and ruin the fun? ❞ he squeezed his boyfriend's side and reclines into a slouch. ❝ at this rate, we'll get there at midnight. ❞ he braces himself for a shove or smack.

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For a brief moment, Row pauses, gaze lingering on Rivk as Rownei tosses aside the idea of shoving him. Instead, Row flashes him a quick smirk. The speeder lurches forward in a jolting movement as they accelerate, reaching near the top of its speed as quickly as Rownei can push it. He can't keep it fast for long, there's going to be a turn at some point, but for now - this works. “Am I going too fast for your third sight yet?” Rownei teases with a glance and slight smirk.

[fcalty]

continued for beta

fingers tightened around dual axes as a rustling sound set off warning bells in his head. tanyn twisted quickly to keep his enemy in his sights. karitza taught him never to face his back to his foe. careless mistakes could be fatal, she said, during their training crash courses when he was just a kid. tanyn scans the wasteland but his night vision specs draw up a blank. maybe it was the wind. although he seriously doubts it. something is not right about this place. he knows row can feel it too. a garbled snort of laughter emanated from his modulator. "something that can make me sprout wings to fly the hell out of here." he quipped back at @renkniighted. "what did kylo say this thing was again? some ancient map? doesn't he have state-of-the-art gps already?"

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Rownei snorted, trying to keep relaxed despite the eyes he could have swore he could feel piercing through him, “An ancient map to an ancient relic or something like that.” Usually the force helped single out threats, but now it just felt muddy. Dense. Blurred. And really really irritating. Rownei pulled a dagger out, throwing it in a random direction to see what it hit, but nothing. He pulled it back to himself with a huff dulled by the mask. “If something is gonna attack us, I really wish it would just do it.”

[acharnemcnt]

@renkniighted ✦✶

Beneath the penumbral haze of the clouded heavens, the oracle's eyes twinkle. The firelight dances across a placid face, setting venom green eyes aglow in tune with the curl of a cheshire smile. The whisk of a gentle breeze emblazes the fading torches; painting his companions smirk in strokes of yellow and red. A soft hum reverberates from Hux’s lips, bubbling into a barely subdued chuckle. ❛ If I desired to dismiss you, I would not have done so kindly. That I can assure you. ❜ His lips twitch upward amusedly. Gold bangles chime as he swirls the contents of his glass idly. ❛ I have no doubt you have heard cautionary tales of my former disputations. ❜ A melodramatic sigh slips forth, following an idle upward roll of aventurine eyes. ❛ People so often misconstrue the concept of boundaries. ❜ The rim of the glass brushes his lips. ❛ Particularly those in desperate pursuit of fate. ❜

Armitage peers through the translucent haze as he takes a sip. ❛ Fortunately, your presence has put an end to such impertinence. ❜ The soft smile lingers as he reclines, settling indolently upon the sloping chaise. ❛ As for the King... ❜ The oracle's airy tone hardens. A frigid veil cascades over soften features, carving a façade of ice. ❛ His wealth of knowledge extends beyond the influence of my insight. He has his own powers, skills unlike I have witnessed prior to succumbing into his servitude... ❜

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"They do seem haphazard and nonsensical in their attempts to meet with you. At least, until I remind them that there is no fate to be had for the dead." It remains a statement that Rownei continues to find amusing; those who come to fate's door shall find death instead, a joke lost on the desperate souls seeking a glimpse of their coming days. Utterly ridiculous a notion, and yet Rownei continues finding himself swatting away people like famished flies. Why some people are so desperate for a hint, he can hardly understand.

If there is anything interesting about the topic, it's in its workings. Threads of fate and the like. But the idea of the King being mired in that subject in a way separate from the Oracle is disconcerting at best. "I see." There are too many mysteries surrounding the King, and this particular subject seems too foreboding. Or at least a topic for a different occasion. "I have wondered why you have stayed under his service for so long. I can see now it surely must be for the parties," Rownei jests lightly, offering a path to an easier conversation.

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a  drunk kiss / tanyn or mitaka lmao

misc. prompts | @fcalty - it's time to torment Mitaka

Not again. Rownei stares at the mistletoe above and mentally curses. But this time it's not the usual suspect stuck with Rownei, but the man's close friend - Mitaka, one of the few officers Row actually hesitates to torment, for that connection alone. Following through with the mistletoe tradition would likely fall under that category, and it makes the idea of going with it somewhat tolerable and even funny. Smothering the grin and only barely succeeding, Row leans down to the lieutenant to press his lips against his cheek, the kiss quick but too betraying in its softness, "Happy holidays." With that, Row turns, finally releasing a small laugh at the face he can only imagine Mitaka is making behind him, and walks straight for the alcohol.

[cruoren]

violence sits beneath the flesh like another layer of meat, and seeps redder than blood when cut. at night, he is ravenous and his dreams have grown teeth, the hungry maw of something that calls and wails and beckons him to chase it across the cosmos. in the wake of that, he had found it increasingly difficult to remain focused within meetings this week, this month, this year. it does not go unnoticed, he is certain of that but unwilling to address it. kartiza had asked, and when he had snapped in response, she had begrudgingly let it be. that had been three days ago, and he had not spoken to any of his knights since then, and if he spent one more in this palace, with the ghosts in his chambers, he would surely spiral into hysteria.

the opportunity to leave had not arisen in its own right; more so, he had carved it out for himself. there had been reports of unrest on a distant planet, and a government unwilling to meet first order demands; some discussions had been held as to procedure, but ren had not been present for those. his own methods were not unlike negotiation talks, he would argue upon inquiry. the opposition is dead, you're right, no argument.

rownei ren said, you do have a way of finding trouble.

rownei's voice over the commotion of the hanger bay is like an anchor. he is, at first, uncertain as to whether the statement from @renkniighted is praise or reprimand but chooses to believe the former, and nonetheless finds himself in an uncharacteristically humourous mood — perhaps due to the camaraderie rooted between them, or the possibility of being off-planet, ❝ you've been spending too much time blabbering with the chancellor. ❞ the supreme leader had stationed himself by his tie silencer, which he insisted on tending to himself, and the engineering staff was sent away at the behest of a swift command, without much debacle. gloved hands were busied recalibrating some minor aspects of the vessel, and ren only spared a moment to glance at his knight, a bemused scoff slipping from his throat, ❝ trouble is subjective, rownei. i like to imagine this as an alternative solution. ❞

he does not grin, but offers something akin to it, a cant of his head, resisting the urge to clasp row on the back and drag him with, ❝ i'm sure i'll be missed dearly... why don't you accompany me? ❞

[renkniighted]

Three days of silence between the knights and their leader; uncountable days of tension between them all and the workings of the Order. To be expected, really. Rownei had never been particularly optimistic about the integration, but given it didn't truly affect him much, he acquiesced to the shifting gears of the organization and found his own place within it. But the desire to push never left. An instinct for mischief or mayhem of old. In that, it seems, he's not entirely alone, and he can't help but try breaking the silence hovering over Ren and the knights in hope of getting out of here. Can't let Kylo have all the fun. 

”I don't see why it can't be both.” A hint of a smile crosses his expression. Kylo has a point. Rownei knows enough to assume the Chancellor would find this action to be trouble, in contradiction their Supreme Leader to understand it as an alternative solution, and Rownei viewing it as simply entertaining.

The atmosphere around here has become stifling anyway. With a shrug of shoulder hiding a beginning excitement, Row nods acceptance of the invitation, "Terribly dearly. I'm sure it will make everyone feel better if we went together.” It's at least a little less ominous for the Supreme Leader to disappear with one of his knights, right? As soon as the thought arrives Rownei squashes it. Since when has he cared about optics? He's here for the fun of trouble. 

“For the record, I do my job of blabbering with the Chancellor because someone has a habit of choking all his officers, so now I get to go between us and his staff all day.”

[thirdsght]

lazy fingers tuck into the bag, pulling out a cluster of crisps. he can feel row's warmth ebb with his through the press of their thighs. the warmth spreads to his chest. ❝ ditto ❞ rivk mumbles through a mouthful of crisps. he leans in to match the other knight's movement. this. this simplicity between them. this moment of peace. it was luxury when the aura of their former supreme leader lorded over them. the trance of snoke's waning shadow fades slowly, revealing trauma they did know they had. some wounds never heal. others take time. rivk sees this newfound freedom as an epiphany. a revelation of how much rownei's presence comforts him through unsteady times. wiping the crisp crumbs from his face with an ungloved hand, he grins. ❝ i read a good philosophy when i'm in the mood. ❞ he chuckles, the solemn facade wiped away in the privacy of their ship. ❝ i think i've been on too many missions with hux. say what you want about him but he's eloquent as fuck.❞ he steals one more crips from the bag. ❝ you'd know. you've spent more time with him than any of us, save kylo. ❞ the difference was, rownei enjoyed hux's company. and kylo...was kylo. ❝ how's he handling it? ❞

[renkniighted]

“I know. I sometimes read them, too,” Rownei admits, now settling his head against Rivk's shoulder. Every once in a while he'd go through some of the things Rivk reads, or even skim the lines when they were sitting close. How could he not be curious about what captures Rivk's interest? “Hm? Hux?” The alcohol keeps his focus floating, but he latches onto the last of his boyfriend's words as he unconsciously snuggles shifts in closer. “As if he'd tell me,” Row laughs, not bothering to stifle it when they’re alone, “He's got to be coming up with dozens of plans right now. Politics and all that.” He waves a hand in the air, briefly contemplating the situation from how he imagines Hux would see it, then turns back to grabbing some crisps after deciding that was definitely not what he wants to think about. “How are you handling it?”

[renkniighted]

❝ All I need is a break from the madness. ❞

misc. prompts | @acharnemcnt

Finally. Not that Rownei was intentionally waiting for a break to dig into, but some hint of yearning to step away from the mundanity of their lives would be helpful to the goal. With the opportunity now at hand, Rownei starts in after a brief pause, "Okay, hear me out." What's the best way to phrase this? "You know how Zelos has started learning about planetary biomes? I was thinking it might be good for him to see them himself. The holos don't really do it justice, and it'd be good for you both to get out for a little while. It'd be easy enough to find someplace isolated, just the three of us."