𝕽 . . . *̶ ⋆˙⟡. ❜

[ 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚁𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝙺𝚈𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙴𝚁 ] do not pity me, i was born for this.

[sunworne]

sunworne . . . an independent, private and mutually exclusive blog for rey skywalker from the star wars series. primarily headcanon based, following exclusively the events of the force awakens, heavily canon divergent. a study in the hero's journey, generational trauma, the force as an eldritch horror, the rot inside of the house of skywalker, the weight of destiny. multiple verses are available. mature themes will be explored, interact at your own discretion. written by marina, established in 2018.

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[sunworne]

here’s a small plotting call, give this a like and i’ll hop on your ims <3

[sunworne]

ahch-to smells of grass and salt, the ocean an angry thing as it crashes against stone — it rained the night before, and rey has come to know that this is the pattern of the sea: death-like stillness before a storm, one that the inexperienced eye may take as a sign of fortune. she has also discovered that the ocean is not so different from sand — in jakku, the quiet days always managed to raise the hairs in her arm. it did not bring water — of course not, and still she stood on alert, and though it was not always a sandstorm, it was never anything good. but this does not matter now, no, it doesn’t — the ocean is an angry thing, turbulent and rough, but the rays of the sun peak through the clouds and the smell of grilled fish permeates the air alongside grass and salt.

˙ ⋆✮₊ ┊ ░ RE. LUKE SKYWALKER. . . . 〞 @dualsuns : ‛ nothing. you just remind me of someone. ’

it makes her pause in the way very little things do — rey’s body freezes in place, her hand mid motion as she rips out grass from the ground, feels the pull from her hand in the blade as it rips from the earth, and she falls silent. there’s a discomfort here that she can’t quite place, and rey averts her eyes.  〝       everyone keeps telling me that.       〞 she throws the grass away, places her hands on her knees.    〝       no one ever cares to explain, though.       〞

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a private portrayal of 𝒍eon s. kennedy, of the resident evil series. by 𝒋esse.

[edenmemes]

obi-wan kenobi starters

ep1 - ep6 .

❝ you know who i am. ❞   ❝ something you want to say? ❞   ❝ they’re hunting me. you have to help me. ❞   ❝ i’m not the man you remember. ❞   ❝ there you are. was beginning to think you weren’t coming. ❞ ❝ whatever power you are craving, it will not change what you are. ❞   ❝ what do we do now? ❞   ❝ have i made a few bad decisions? sure. do i feel bad about it? sometimes. ❞   ❝ you think the less you say, the less you give away, but, really, it’s the opposite. ❞   ❝ you haven’t even told me your name. ❞   ❝ you’re not gonna tell anyone, are you? ❞   ❝ you’ve never made one decision for yourself in your entire life, and you never will. ❞   ❝ you are too impulsive. ❞   ❝ i really…i don’t have time for this. ❞   ❝ look, i don’t know what to tell you. ❞   ❝ i’m not afraid of you. ❞   ❝ there are many ways to leave. you just have to find yours. ❞   ❝ you have to rise above. ❞ ❝ if you’re not with me, then you’re my enemy. ❞     ❝ don’t be afraid. come closer. ❞ ❝ there is no point in protecting them. ❞   ❝ my family’s of no concern to you. ❞   ❝ it’s like living in a prison. ❞ ❝ you’ve made mistakes. we all did. it’s in the past. ❞       ❝ help! help me, please! ❞   ❝ you should’ve killed me when you had the chance. ❞ ❝ i’m trying to make amends. ❞ ❝ it’s just….you seem kind of old and beat up. ❞   ❝ i didn’t know that you could bleed. ❞   ❝ well? you coming or not? ❞   ❝ it’s not like anyone would miss me if i wasn’t there. ❞   ❝ try not to make anyone cry. ❞   ❝ half the city is looking for you. ❞   ❝ the shadows are my realm, the light is an unforgiving place for my kind.❞   ❝ people like their secrets out here. ❞   ❝ why should i trust you? ❞   ❝ all the power in the world can’t mask the stench beneath. ❞   ❝ what happened to you? you were once great. ❞   ❝ you have no idea what i’ve been through. ❞   ❝ how can i trust you when i know you’re hiding something? ❞   ❝ you have no idea what i’m risking being here. ❞   ❝ in our line of work, rumors run rampant. ❞   ❝ you’re a bottom feeder. a rat who preys on weakness. ❞   ❝ if i ever needed guidance, it’s now. ❞   ❝ don’t make me kill you. ❞ ❝ nothing. you just remind me of someone. ❞ ❝ i’m surprised you fell for it. ❞   ❝ the whole time i’ve known you, you’ve been hiding something. ❞ ❝ the years have made you weak. ❞ ❝ you’re wasting your time. you know that, right? ❞   ❝ i will not warn you again. ❞   ❝ there are not many leaders left. people follow you. don’t stop. ❞   ❝ you are not in charge here. ❞ ❝ this would’ve been easier with an army. ❞   ❝ you’re bleeding all over my floor. ❞   ❝ why do you do this? risk everything? ❞ ❝ actions speak louder than words. ❞ ❝ if i’d known what you were… ❞ ❝ no way. you can’t just leave me here. ❞   ❝ i don’t need your help. i don’t need anyone. ❞ ❝ i’ve been watching you. i know what it is you seek. ❞ ❝ you’re not getting out of here. ❞   ❝ i am not interested in civilities. ❞ ❝ since i met you, i’ve been chased, shot at and i almost fell to my death. ❞ ❝ no one’s coming for you. ❞   ❝ there’s something you need to know. ❞   ❝ we could end this together. ❞ ❝ if anything goes wrong, you know what to do. run. ❞   ❝ your need for victory…it blinds you. ❞ ❝ you have no idea what i’ve done alone. ❞ ❝ fail me and you will not live to regret it. ❞ ❝ i am what you made me. ❞ ❝ who you become now…that is up to you. ❞   ❝ your strength has returned. but your weakness still remains. ❞   ❝ you want to tell me how you’re gonna fight without a weapon? ❞ ❝ are you listening to me? i feel like you’re not listening to me. ❞ ❝ some things we can’t forget. but we can fight to make them better. ❞ ❝ mercy doesn’t defeat an enemy. ❞ ❝ the light will fade, but is never forgotten. ❞ ❝ why would i ever trust you? ❞ ❝ you seem agitated, friend. ❞   ❝ it’s been years. i’m not who i used to be. ❞   ❝ you’re scared of him. your father. ❞   ❝ would you stop talking? ❞ ❝ will i ever see you again? ❞   ❝ i am not your failure. ❞   ❝ there’s no way out. admit you are beaten. ❞ ❝ you’re looking for somebody else. ❞   ❝ have you come to destroy me? ❞   ❝ your rage was useful. now it is tiresome. ❞ ❝ people are not all good. ❞ ❝ did you truly think that you could defeat me? ❞   ❝ let me help you. ❞ ❝ i wonder if your thoughts are clear on this. ❞   ❝ i’m sorry. i’m sorry for all of it. ❞   ❝ you’re a great warrior, but your need to prove yourself is your undoing. ❞ ❝ what about the people that need us? ❞   ❝ i didn’t think you’d survive. ❞   ❝ revenge does wonders for the will to live, don’t you think? ❞ ❝ you must leave. you’ll draw too much attention. ❞   ❝ you will only find pain. ❞  

[trashmemes]

RICHARD SIKEN SENTENCE STARTERS   —   majority of quotes pulled the poetry book crush. feel free to make alternations.

if you love me, you don’t love me in a way i understand.

there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.

you say ‘i’ll give you anything,’ but you never come through.

please, for just one night, will you lie down next to me?

you wanted happiness. i can’t blame you for that.

i owe you, i owe you everything.

tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.

you didn’t show up. i kept waiting.

why take more than we need? because we can.

i want to explain myself to myself in an understandable way.

people like to think war means something.

you are here, you are here, you’re still right here.

sorry about how i ruined everything by saying it out loud.

will you defend yourself?

let’s not talk about it, let’s just not talk.

how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?

i ran and i knew you wouldn’t catch me.

when you have nothing to say, set something on fire.

you still get to be the hero.

tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

i’m bleeding, i’m not just making conversation.

eventually something you love is going to be taken away. 

you want a better story. who wouldn’t?

i hope it’s love. i’m trying really hard to make it love.

we are not dirty.

i will come back from the dead for you.

you are a fever i’m learning to live with.

do you want to go home now?

there’s nowhere to go.

i’d rather quit. i’d rather be sad.

unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time.

you take the things you love and tear them apart.

there is no way to make this story interesting.

i don’t think i can take this much longer.

do you love yourself? 

sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.

even when i look away i am still looking.

i think i need to do this alone.

what more do you want?

you saved my life.

someone has to leave first.

i swear, i end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me.

will you love me even more when i’m dead?

your world doesn’t make sense.

[sunworne]

sometimes i think about dying etc

[sunworne]

the weather outside is grey, turning greyer, dark clouds that were once scattered through the sky coming together in a dreadful sign of what is to come. there's a metaphor there somewhere, she thinks — perhaps it is as good as they come for a descriptor of here, now, this meeting. rey's staring out at the window of his house, spacious and underfunished and yet still, somehow, full to the brim with all kinds of stuff she can't quite understand or pinpoint, that makes her feel welcomed and out of place, all at once. there's sentimentality there, she can tell — perhaps that's why it makes her uneasy, as though she's intruding into a sacred space. her fingers curl around the mug, and she stares at the pitch-black liquid, weighing the words on her tongue.

it's all so much simpler over an e-mail — all the self assuredness in her words, the shamelessness about sending one, two, three follow ups when the response doesn't come, or it comes, but it's not the answer you wanted. she can pester and ask and probe and collect all she wants, without the awkward silence cutting through the room with its sharp edge. 

˙⋆✮₊ ┊ ░ RE. LEON KENNEDY. . . . 〞 @govtdog : ‛  it’s been years. i’m not who i used to be.    ’

rey looks at him, rain starts to fall outside, loud and angry and thunderous. there's a metaphor here, too, if she goes looking for it — she doesn't. there's no time for that, anyway.      〝  i'm not asking you to be that, i just…   〞  she falters, the syllables in the words in the sentences too heavy for her to carry, the grief of an entire family weighing down.  〝  everyone lost something. there, because of them. whatever you want to call it. i just… i'm trying… i need to make sense of it.   〞  a beat, she searches for his eyes.  〝  i know there's something there, and i know you know it. you don't have to tell me anything, just… just show me.    〞

[sunworne]

ⁱˢ ⁱᵗ ᴬ ᴳᴼᴰ ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ʸᵒᵘ , girl ? — 𝒓ey 𝒔kywalker , written by marina.

[sunworne]

˙⋆✮₊ ┊ ░ RE. LEON KENNEDY . . . 〞 @govtdog .

somehow, rey has yet to get used to the explosion of blue shining on the windows of ships as you travel through hyperspace — once, when all she knew was the yellow-orange of jakku, she imagined a burst of color, rainbow-like streaks of yellow, green, orange, sky-blue and beige. those were the only colors she knew, then, when the world was as small as the palm of her hand, and as simple as sucking off the blood of a scratched and cut hand. now, there's simply too much, and the weight of it all keeps her up in moments like this, when the rest of the crew are fast asleep in their bunks. this isn't the millenium falcon, yet a part of her wishes it were — there's safety in that. she feels him before she even hears his silent footsteps, addressing him without even taking her eyes off the streaks of blue on the galaxy's endless dark. 〞 shouldn't you be resting? tomorrow will be a long day. 〝

[fcalty]

❝ yeh, i can help. ❞ archex sighs and knots his brow. he is getting to old for this. ❝ but it's not going to be easy. ❞

✱ starter call - @legashe

[sunworne]

❛ i know you're busy, i'll make this quick. ❜ a beat. rey adjusts herself on the seat in front of him — she probably ought to have picked a better hour than meals to speak with him. ❛ you know more about the first order than anyone else. i'm just worried they'll pick up on these transmissors. ❜

[sunworne]

SOUNDTRACK : A MUSE PLAYLIST STUDY! LIST FIVE SONGS THAT YOU ASSOCIATE WITH THEM. ( BONUS: INCLUDE LYRICS IF YOU'D LIKE )

BECOMES THE COLOR — I HAD HUNGER A MOUTH FULL OF INTERLUDES / YOU'LL DO ANYTHING JUST TO GET RESCUED / I HAD HUNGER ISN'T THAT THE KEY / (...) / WE WERE READY TO BEHAVE / BUT THERE'S NO FREEDOM WITHOUT NO KEY / WHATEVER YOU THINK YOU'VE BECOME / DON'T WORRY 'BOUT IT DEAR, IT'S WHERE YOU'VE COME FROM ( EMILY WELLS )

SIMMER — RAGE, IS IT IN OUR VEINS? / FEEL IT IN MY FACE WHEN / I LEAST EXPECT IT / GIVE IN / CONTROL, THERE'S SO MANY WAYS TO GIVE IN / EYES CLOSED, ANOTHER WAY TO MAKE IT TO TEN / OH, HOW TO DRAW THE LINE BETWEEN WRATH AND MERCY? ( HAYLEY WILLIAMS )

ABBEY — I AM WAITING / I HAVE BEEN WAITING / I WAS BORN WAITING FOR THAT SOMETHING / JUST ONE SOMETHING / I WAS BORN SOMETHING / I WAS BORN / THERE IS A LIGHT, I FEEL IT IN ME / BUT ONLY IT SEEMS WHEN THE DARK SURROUNDS ME ( MITSKI )

WHO ARE YOU, REALLY? — YOU ARE A STRANGER HERE, WHY HAVE YOU COME? / WHY HAVE YOU COME, LIFT ME HIGHER LET ME LOOK AT THE SUN / AND ONCE I HEAR THEM CLEARLY SAY / WHO ARE YOU REALLY? / AND WHERE ARE YOU GOING? / I'VE GOT NOTHING LEFT TO PROVE / CAUSE I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE / SEE ME BARE MY TEETH FOR YOU ( MIKKY EKKO )

THE FAMILY JEWELS — I CAN'T BREAK THE CYCLE / AM I JUST A FOOL? / FALLIN'DOWN LIKE DOMINOES, HIT BY FAMILY JEWELS / PASS IT DOWN FROM KID TO KID, THE CHAIN WILL NEVER END / 'LESS I DECIDE TO GO WITH IT, WILL I SEE THE END? ( MARINA )

TAGGED BY: @fcalty, @cava1ier & @jedieTAGGING: @darthis, @lamorts, @liberdie, @operattic, @acharnemcnt <3

[palindroned]

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[sunworne]

I am my father’s son / sure / but I am not my father / ’s struggle so why do I keep pulling / his ancestors out / of my throat / like their names belong / to me / let’s say this bloodline is a border / I walk on / but never across / & home is whatever soil / my father’s hands / are buried in / let’s say I have a lineage / of ancestors who melted / collarbone & vertebrae / into a staircase / who told me to climb & never look back

[sunworne]

in jakku ,  there was little talk of the force  —  most scavengers & villagers did not know of it , and the ones who did had no interest on it. think of it : jakku was located on the western reaches of the inner rim, untouched and forgotten by both jedi & sith. the only remnants of such wars was the fallen ( and forgotten ) ships , at-at’s & such , all left there to rot away once the battles were done. all of this to say , jakku did not know of the force and therefore did not worship it. instead, they spoke of an old , bitter & cruel god, known by many names — the god-sun, the old desert father, the sun-father. like a father, it nurtured and protected them. like a father, it punished, its cruelty knowing no bounds. in its nature, the idea of retribution :  you reap what you sow.  what you have done will come back to you. for what you want, you must first give. a sacrifice for an ever wanting mouth. 

that being said , rey may have forgotten of the force, hidden it away in the innermost depths of her soul, but the force never once forgot of her.  like the old desert sun god, the mighty father of all, the force, too, gave, when rey wanted. this is what she knew :  at times , if rey scrapped her hand on a too sharp rock and bled against it , its drops thick and red falling against sand on the shining sun , the force listened. the force gave.  a nights sleep without nightmares , the sounds of the ocean lulling her to calm sleep. sometimes , blood against rock meant a plate full. sometimes, it spoke to her, like a mother, its soft voice a caress purring against her head — here, child. come, child. sometimes, she found pieces no one else could, in places no one else would think to look.

hungry creatures they are, always wanting a piece of you. some give other things — emotions, memories, loss, grief, anger, all given to subdue the god’s hungry wanting. rey did not know how to give any of that, and so she gave her blood, and received what she needed in return. after all, “ half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. real gods require blood.”

[sunworne]

going to bed, but i wanted to say that regardless of how it is that rey discovers the truth of her parentage, it will be a traumatic experience, because it won’t come from luke or from leia or another light side family member. it comes either from kylo — where he mocks her, belittles her, throws in her face how she was abandoned and unwanted, and then also tempts her, tells her he told her the truth while others lied, isn’t she angry? theyre liars, all of them, none of them care about you, only me, the only one brave enough to tell you where you belong, rey” they are afraid of your powers and i am not — or it comes from the cave, in a force vision and a test of the force by tempting her with the dark side and twisting the fact of her ancestry (in using images of kylo & vader)

[sunworne]

resistancesheir​:

@legashe​ sent:  ‘ you need to rest,  you don’t have to do it all today. ’

he shakes his head, honestly he hadn’t even heard what rey said he’s just on autopilot. anyone speaking to him is likely telling him to go to bed, anyone speaking to him is going to get a shake of his head. it even takes him a moment to realize who is speaking to, when he realizes it’s rey he does manage to look up from his work. 

the broken parts of ships lay out before him. all different ships. from different eras and shipyards, things that were never meant to go together. “they have to work, we’re already down ships and if i don’t figure out what to do then we’re all going to be screwed.” fitting together parts like this, really seems like a symbol of the whole resistance, but poe’s never given up on that and he’s not giving up on this.

“it’s either this or i, what? go to sleep? that’s not going to happen.” he doesn’t sleep often, never did, but it’s worse now. much worse. looking to rey, his dark eyes wide and desperate, poe tries to pour all of his intentions into his words. “i need to work.”

                 rey has seen this look before — the focused, obstinate, frankly borderline stubborn look that now graces the features of their newly appointed general — and would normally , out of some semblance of instinct , keep out of his way when it was there.  call it a remnant of a lifetime in the desert  :   you learn ,  by force  ,  whose paths you are allowed to cross , and whose will only get you in trouble ,  or stitched up ,  or buried six foot under ,  with only the sand as witness to you ever existing.  but now  . . .   it is different.  now it has been over 5 standard hours ,  most of the resistance has gone to bed , and poe dameron is still there  —  and even worse ,  no progress seems to have been made at all.  

                    ῾    why does it have to be you ,  though?    ᾿        rey asks ,  her voice quiet as she kneels down next to poe , examining the pieces on the floor , all of the half - open ships sprawling around them in this big , empty hall.  rey hums quietly , noncommittally.  she sees the fragments of an imperial shuttle ,  the remnants of an u - wing , an mg-100 fortress bomber, broken rebel alliance x-wings and even what remains of a tie fighter ,  and she feels as though she is back in jakku , crawling inside fallen and forgotten ships to earn a meal.    ῾   i was a scavenger ,  you know.  in jakku.  before finn  —   i can . . .  help you.  ᾿   

                rey grabs a piece ,  turning it on her hands so she can examine it better , pressing her lips against one another before looking back at poe.    ῾  if you’re not going to sleep you might as well have company.   ᾿