Bloodlines

S y m p a t h y  f o r  t h e  d e v i l.

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“ I never wanted to be,    What they told me to be      Fulfill my  f a t e  then I’ll be  f r e e  ” 

                                                                          † Bloodlines † Kylo Ren

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Steeling herself with a deep inhale through her nostrils, Harlow continued her brisk pace down the corridor, her posture impeccable and her eyes unreadable. There were few things that could make her sweat; approaching the unstable and unpredictable Kylo Ren was unfortunately one of them. She could see only the back of his imposing hooded figure ahead. Licking her dry lips, she cleared her throat.

  The fabricated ideals of order and discipline were somewhat a thing of necessity, though he was more inclined towards the confounding tempest of chaos, like the unstable pull of the Force that scorched his nerve endings. There was more power where fetters were unbound, and more to achieve with such unlimited means.   He did, however, begrudgingly concede the need for weaker beings to be herded and disciplined, to be guided and subjugated through the constructs of law and order; he, on the other hand, was naturally above all such constructs, and hierarchy by tacit agreement with his Master. His place was above the rest, at the very summit of the Order. He had no rank, and yet he ranked above all.  He liked to think he cared not for the intricacies and technicalities of the Order, and by default its members and their insignia; they were minor pawns, disposable means to a greater agenda - one that was his own, and that by nature was a solitary one. And yet he couldn’t help the sneaky pang of humiliation upon hearing the occasional, rare whispers made of his temper or failed mission, passing comments amongst them; he in fact enjoyed the brutish thrill of instilling the chill of fear in his wake, and believed it should naturally command respect.  The spine-tingling sensation of another presence encroaching upon the magnetic field of his Force, then, a gratingly simple sound, a quasi-deferential call for attention; rarely did he feel like he had enough space for his uncontrollable essence, and often sought solitude for that reason alone. His mind suddenly snapped back to the lackluster reality around him, to the steel machine whose corridors he mowed with a semblance of determined purpose, and its dwellers.

 “Yes?” he droned from beneath the distorter, an expression of irritation twisting hidden features as he stopped in his tracks to regard his interlocutor with a studying gaze.

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unafraaiid

“No.” The thought that she wished him harm, that he would suspect her of such cruelty, twisted a knife further into her heart. For years she watched him, saw him grow and saw him fall. All she wished now was to bring him home. The ones she loved had suffered enough.

Pulling her hand back she placed it over her stomach, doing her best to seem as unthreatening as possible. With a dainty step forward she cooed softly, as if approaching a wounded animal. Perhaps she was. “No Ben.”

He was wrong, but she wouldn’t say so. In his heart she knew he was aware of it, so to torment him with the knowledge seemed cruel. “My love, I’m here to help you while I can. You don’t need to do this. It’s not too late.”

   It is said that temptation is sweet, and that the Dark Side’s guileful seduction is irresistibly beautiful; a fall from grace so gentle it can be compared to sweet oblivion. But for Kylo Ren, the Dark Side had been both a necessity and inevitable consequence - an insufficient short term relief to the enduring ailment of his insurgent anger and insecurities.

  The true temptation of his time was that of the Light, of that sickening goodness - this woman, the woman who so achingly reminded him of his own mother so much, she radiated it like gilded sun rays, enshrined in it as a poignant testament of the pure nature of her own heart. This had to be a Jedi mind trick - for how else could he have summoned her there, in the hopeless darkness of his solitary chambers?

  “I don’t need help!” he snapped breathlessly, his lips twisting wryly on the pale surface of his visage; the bitter sound of his former name had gripped his heart like the vice of a cast iron fist. The words echoed hauntingly in the dome of his mind, taunting him with treacherous visions of what could have been and of pathetic redemption. What was love, if not a strong desire to see his own destiny to fruition, a drive to realise his own potential? Any other kind was a mere, forgettable weakness. It had, after all, ultimately been the cause his grandfather’s downfall, his shameful demise - and a mistake he could not allow himself to repeat. And yet, for all his determination, he could not bear to look at her in the eye for fear of falling through the inscrutable galaxies within, for he was teetering on the edge of a black hole.   “You can’t help me.” a tragic statement, barely a whisper, to remind himself not to stray from his chosen path.

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reyofsands

Having spent a small amount of time, of about a few months or so with Luke, and already she could feel a boost to her own strength… Yet, the will of the Force worked in mysterious ways, something she was still trying to wrap her head around… Flows through all things, through rock, tree, and all life… Remembering the words of what he had told her, of what Luke Skywalker –the– Skywalker!! – had told her it was wise to remember it… Like it was always wise to remember the past, and to learn from it… Try as she might, nothing could get rid of the nightmares and dreams she still had… The island from her happier dreams turned into reoccurring terrors of what she had witnessed and experience not too long ago… And with each passing month they seemed to be rising to a worse condition… For no longer was she only seeing them in her sleep, but a different kind of horror was flashing in her waking hours… No amount of travelling the grassy paths of this far away planet, nor the oceanic breeze from the coast, bring her any sort of calm… She knew he was coming, and her senses were starting to become erratic with that same inkling of fear… Recalling how their last encounter almost ended with her life on the edge of that ragged blade, and instead it was her poor friend who ended up suffering the most out of it… Finn… Thoughts moving towards him, briefly, as if that could quell the rising anxiety that was gnawing at her mind… No amount of hiding away from it was going to stop what was coming, and she knew it was nearly here… And, of course, this would be the time when her mentor decided to go off without her… To check on what the Resistance was wanting… A sort of emergency she had heard him mentioning to the holo with General Organa, his sister…

  ‘It is safer for you to remain here and focus on your training, Rey…        I -will- return, I promise.’ – Was what he had said, before leaving her alone on this lush world… Hoping that the density of trees and wildlife would conceal her power, as it had his… And that brought no comfort for her… To see his hood raise, with back turned as he had uttered such words, before his departure… No comfort for what she always felt on the inside — w o r t h l e s s — unwanted — even by those you thought they would… Was what her nightmares usually whispered to her, and in a voice that was all-too familiar… Though, she could never pinpoint it, and still it…—Yet-- -Rey shuddered to herself… Feeling a wave of cold running through her bones… To the very core that was screaming for her to run… Though, without a ship of her own… She truly was without an escape… And wishing that she could at least send a message for help!?… The pull of something was forcing her to turn, and Rey held her breath as she could have sworn the monster of her nightmares was now standing there across the way… Just beyond the ridge of the nearest tree and boulder… Having wondered for a brief moment, on if she was so focused on her own fear to realize He… had come…

       “………..…… No!…..………..” The rasp of a word leaving her lips, before she could control herself, and the turn she had done was of her own doing, she knew he could very well he could do what her body was already showing… Weakness… Unable to move, until she felt something snap within her subconscious – That fear whipping at her heels to move! Flight was taking over, and fight was yet to be had in her… She did not want to relive it all again… To be the one responsible for so much death, or damage, and to those she personally had a hand in meeting with… His father, Finn, and all those back at Maz’s place… – I– I cannot – I will not!!— Her words were echoing out in riveting pulses, all-telling of what her feelings knew to be true… That Kylo Ren was not the same wounded-man she had faced back at Starkiller Base’s snow-filled lands… He had surpassed that event, and she could sense his rage… That, alone, had frightened her into running!

  Rage , indeed, was the faithful cloak that he wore of living energy, vulnerable beneath, woven with the shadows of his doubt, his fear, his humiliation; threaded with bare ambition and an insatiable thirst for glory - but most importantly, vengeance, sweetest and not swift.   He initially met her bewilderment with ominous silence, like the deep breath before the swelling fury of the storm; he knew her to be alone, wholly isolated in the verdant uncharted planet. So, almost fortuitously, Skywalker had failed one of his Padawans yet again by foolishly thinking her safe from harm, or perhaps he blindly trusted in her ability to defend herself against the inevitable hurricane that was the coming of a fiercer, meaner Kylo Ren. She had, after all, only grown stronger with the Force, so much that it was impossible to conceal it - neither distance nor thick vegetation could shield her presence from him, for he could feel it, electric hot, dancing across his skin as it skittered in waves around them. It enveloped them like the solitude they’d both learnt to coexist with.

  Fear, as he knew, was an all powerful ally, a weapon he wielded mercilessly; but in the darkest hours, it was his mistress and imperative subduer. A double edged sword, he was learning to live with it, to channel it into his ambition like fuel to the fire; she could still be molded by it, conquered by it - and all he had to do was to become fear itself. She was running from it - from him, but he would make her embrace it soon enough.

 He waded his way through a harsh landscape of jagged rocks and shrubbery with uncanny ease as he began his calculated pursuit - deliberately slower, yet with a determined step, with the callous intent of a predator playing with its prey. He was in no rush, despite the high tides of impatience that crashed against his ribcage without respite - there was nowhere else to run, after all, and they both knew it.   “You can’t run forever.” he roared dispassionately against the hissing gusts in a voice beyond recognition, his robes billowing around him at their mercy like the fluttering wings of a great crow.   “Face me now, and spare yourself the humiliation of being caught like a mouse.”

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“ I never wanted to be,    What they told me to be      Fulfill my  f a t e  then I’ll be  f r e e  ” 

                                                                          † Bloodlines † Kylo Ren

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♚ Do you agree with fandom interpretation of your character? ✎ What do you wish the author would reveal/had revealed about your muse?

♚ - In general, yes, because the fandom I interact with tends to be like-minded. I do, however, disagree with those who view Kylo Ren’s portrayal as that of a weak man. I think he has tremendous strength of body and mind, the former has been amply demonstrated by his remarkably skilled use of the Force (despite its evident instability) and the mastery displayed in his fight against Rey and Finn whilst deeply wounded by a bowcaster shot (that would have felled lesser men). Also, very few high-rank Force users have demonstrated such skill before. It is clear to me that the Force is a cause of great pain and conflict coupled with his natural temper, and that it took a lot of self-control and discipline to wield it and to do what he thought he needed to do on Starkiller bridge.

✎ - There are a lot of unanswered questions around Ben’s past and his fall from grace. I’m sure these will be answered in the next installments, but the issues I’m most curios about are his actual age and his days as a Padawan, and at what age he turned to the Dark Side and what exactly triggered his downfall. It is clear he was conflicted and that Snoke took advantage of his doubt and potential, but it would be interesting to see the development - it took some serious anger and commitment to betray and murder his fellow Padawans, so I’d like to understand how he got to that point. Also I’d like to know more about his relationship with his parents, Luke and Chewie prior to his departure, and why does he seem to know Rey from before (at least his reactions to her suggest that he knows who she is). Finally, how much does he know about Vader and his last moment of redemption, and what exactly it is about Vader’s vision that he wants to fulfill - in essence, his true end game.

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golden-sith

“I’ll deal with you first

What is this free time you speak of. Making assumptions now are we? I’m not meddling, I’m doing work you Recyclable”

You can try.

I never make assumptions. I have it on good authority that you have plenty of that free time. You should use it wisely and mind your own business.

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thesonofasmuggler

                                                              “I don’t know anything about you, nor                                                                do I wish to. My only concern is                                                                to fulfill my ᴅ ᴇ s ᴛ ɪ ɴ ʏ.                                                                                               You play no part in that.”

“You know who I am.       For I am your destiny.”

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“You leave that droid alone.”

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“--Or what?” the mockery was evident in the modulated hiss of his outer-worldly voice, the barest hint of pleasure in taunting her, goading her to sweetest anger.

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{This is how I start my morning. I’m officially trash. Unnecessarily curious salesman at the Disney store: Is this a gift? Who is it for? Me: *panics* uuuh---sure! For a ... little boy. Salesman: Shall I gift wrap it for you? it’ll be an extra 3 pounds. Me: .... it’s for me. Salesman: ... okay. lol}

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O P and Z

Headcanon Game - A to Z(NSFW)

cont. from thisO - Oral  (refer to this post)P - PaceHis pace would vary according to the emotions that drive him at the time, and his partner; in general, being a hot-blooded and mainly selfish creature he would ride the urgency of his drive and passion and fall into a rough, frenzied pace to sate his pleasure. When he wants to retain absolute control (to please or manipulate), however, he’d try to hold a semblance of discipline and go as teasingly slow or as vehemently fast as it is required to send his partner over the edge.

Z - SleepIn general he doesn’t sleep much, or often, tormented as he is by the unstable currents of the Force within him. No rest for the wicked. He wouldn’t be able to come down from the frenzy of his lust of the high of his game of dominance that easily, so it would take him a long time to fall asleep, if even that. If he were inclined to stay (refer to this post for my input on aftercare) he would prefer to watch his partner sleep, maybe pick their thoughts for a while - or, in certain cases, extract information he needs from them.

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a, e, i, o, u

Headcanon Game - A to Z(NSFW)

Right. Let’s get started. [cracks fingers].

Let me begin by stating my personal headcanon on Kylo’s sexuality and experience.

There isn’t much to say lol because he is as of yet untainted and doesn’t have time for that shit. Not to mention he’s too emotionally unstable to form any kind of meaningful attachment, so he hasn’t had many opportunities to explore his sexuality around others. He was (at least partially) raised under the Jedi code, which clearly doesn’t allow for such dalliances (unless of course no attachment is formed). In his opinion these are fruitless distractions from his main objective and his training, and people can be an emotional burden he doesn’t need.This is not to say that he doesn’t feel the drive. Quite the contrary, as he is a creature primarily driven by intense passion. It burns within him quite vigorously, also manifesting into a profoundly consuming lust amongst other things. He practices self-pleasure as a form of shameful control and will discreetly and privately indulge in it as an outlet when the urge compels him to.

Gender is irrelevant. He sees people in terms of power, utility and aesthetic appeal.

But if and when he becomes so inclined, these will apply.

A - AftercareWhen all is said and done he would like to bask in a job well done, though due to his restless and conflicted nature he would feel the need to dissociate himself from the act and leave fairly quickly regardless of his attachment to the partner.

E - ExperienceHe doesn’t have much of it (if any at all), though he is a quick learner and knows his way into someone’s head and deepest secrets, so it wouldn’t be too hard to find out what drives them over the edge and play on that with very good results.

I - IntimacyA master manipulator driven by purpose, Kylo would know exactly how to play on his partner’s feelings and senses, exacting every ounce of pleasure with meticulous skill. He takes the greatest pleasure in having complete and utter control, and would not relinquish it, partially because of how wary he is of the consequences of letting go of his inhibitions.

O - Oral He would find the idea both revolting and fiercely appealing. He would like receiving it as much as giving it, though in the first instance he would struggle immensely to keep himself under control, and it would therefore vex him.

U - UnfairNow this truly is his turf, and his favourite game. Kylo would be a ruthless, irresistible tease, his sensual teasing likened to torture.

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thismuchgreen

Memories are the only things that linger. First they were nightmares; the horror of that day. They slowly fade to just passing thoughts. No longer jerked awake by a crackling red lightsaber. Just memories. Master Luke had shown Rey how meditation could help her, going past the sadness, the anger she had felt in that forest. Rey had used Kylo Ren’s own feeling to fight back.

There is no anger. There is no sadness.

Months of training and Rey had already learned to press most emotions away. Sitting on the cliff over looking the water below, she took deep breaths in and out. A daily meditation that had become a daily routine.

There is only peace.

A surge of energy shot through her causing her eyes to fly open. It was like the air had been knocked from her. Something in the Force shifted. Rey attempted to catch her breath; clutching at her chest. She felt him.

Master Luke felt it as well but did not seem quite as disturbed as she did. She was adamant about finding him; he was lost. Luke did not agree at first, but days of distant looks he finally agreed. Rey waisted no time reaching out to General Organa, he was there. She set her route to D’Qar.

No sleep or rest the whole way there. Once she arrived Rey was greeted by the general with a hug. She had missed the woman she felt a connection with.

“I felt him.”

Without another word she was led to the medical bay. There was the man she had battled with. The man that pressed nightmares deep into her mind. He was not as she remembered. The anger and hate had faded. There was no light present either. His head down like he had no purpose.

  The Force festered within him like a disease, warring currents violently struggling to be released; it was a source of inexplicable pain he had no defence against, no longer memory of training for. It was with this agony he’d lived with for so long, even before a twisted master had shown how to turn it into fuel for his battling rage, for his unrestrained ambition - but now, left vulnerable to the raw pulse of it, it frightened him.

 Torment swirled in his wide-open eye like a dangerous vortex, the other forcibly set in quiet darkness; his ears roared with the deafening din of rushing blood, his broken heart beating with the intensifying tempo of war drums.  Moments after his awakening, bathed in the white glow of artificial light, he was no longer alone with himself, with his erratic thoughts and wayward visions, and the never-ending darkness.  No, she was there, from ghostly apparition to solid flesh and bones, to haunt his waking moments as well as his dreams, and to snatch the oxygen from his heaving lungs; and it was the mere sight of her that sent his whole body into renewed throes of confused torment, for unbeknownst to him, the companion might that flowed through him like vital cruor eagerly responded to hers, as it had done from the moment she’d come into the Light.

“Who are you?” he croaked in her general direction with a squint in his eye as he dared to glance up from his clenched fists, hoarsely voicing the question that had persecuted him ever since he’d become aware of himself.   Another one - who am I? - struggled to follow the first one, quietly settling on the tip of his tongue, but dared not leave his lips.