#asinisterbuzz

[patchtorn]

hey are you interested in having a star War?

             “ does it come with a happy ending or is home-made okay? “

[soulworn]

air is thick , silence drowned by a consistent electric buzz. her jaw's taught , figure ridged as headache begins to form. beneath emerald eyes shows her lack of proper rest. they wander aimlessly , unbothered by his presence and never giving him the respect to look him in the eyes.     "     𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴.     "     they're the first words she's mustered since her arrival.     "     . . . 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝙵𝙵 𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙴.     "     death would grant her solance , a sense of freedom she'd never felt. yet , even after this , she's certain they'd find a way to rip that from her as they've done so many times before.     "     . . . 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 ? 𝙴𝙼𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙷𝚈 ? 𝙾𝚁 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽𝚂 ?     "     he's monstrous , sure he's on level same as hojo. these are the men in charge of this world and it's hardly shocking , makes her stomach churn as worry flutters for those less than fortunate.     "     . . . 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝚂𝙷 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂 ?      "

𝚃𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙱𝚄𝚉𝚉. 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻.

[stardamned]

@asinisterbuzz​ said: " stop yelling! " from: - ; phrases that really hit you where it hurts also for: @datapadz​

luck was on their side today. the bullet in question had only skimmed the side of hux’s skull and ben is trained to know that 20% of the blood from your heart goes to directly to your brain --- therefore it looks way worse than it actually is. of course, hux doesn’t agree, he’s an incoherent and bloody mess, angry ( with every right to be ) as he’s dragged down a stairwell by a much larger and forceful ben. galya is close by his side, attempting to put pressure on the wound but no avail. much like the gush of red streaming down the left side of his face, ben has no intention of slowing down, hastily shoving both the injured redhead and a shellshocked galya into the back of the exit suv as soon as it miraculously appears. he slams the door, hands quick on his lapel radio.  

“ delta tango seven-two, merlot and sinatra are secure; repeat merlot and sinatra are secure. ”

received seven-two, responds the cracked voice through the line whilst he swiftly climbs into the front seat and with a brief look over his shoulder ( to double check hux hasn’t died ) they’re off, tires screeching against the concrete. 

[datapadz]

“I would advise you not to interfere.”

@asinisterbuzz | another meme i lost!

“—I’m not trying to—- Armie.” Too late, his back was to her now, bedclothes swept over his shoulders, and she was sure, if she could see his face, the sheets would be balled tight in his fist, under his chin, with his eyes squeezed shut in a bid to lose consciousness because, to him, that was the end of the conversation.

A long sigh as she fell back against her pillow, free hand resting over her eyes, the other tentatively reached out, pressing fingertips gently against the exposed back of his neck. He was made up of such sharp, elegant lines. “I just get curious about what you do and—-I don’t know. The Republic officials seem to be doing their best for everyone so maybe there doesn’t need to be a militia.” The hand came away from her eyes and she turned her head, fingers threading in his hair as she shifted onto her side. (Always affectionate, even when she was annoyed with him.)

“It’s just because I miss you and I want you at home. I don’t know what it’s like.” Because you don’t tell me.

[renkniighted-a]

@asinisterbuzz sent: ‘don’t touch me.’ :^)

     Murmured voices rise above the quiet din of their steps on tile as he and Hux walk away from the meeting, a few words passing Rownei by: and, enforce, negotiations, a slightly panicked ‘when?’ His attention sharpens onto the conversation, but it’s hard to discern, even with the force. A side glance and brief read of Hux’s mind proves he hasn’t yet noticed. Looking ahead, Row focuses instead on the force signatures of the voices to find them gradually moving closer, steps echoing towards them. Rownei acts on instinct, pushing Hux into the side hall and against the wall, intent on not being noticed. 

     If Hux can keep quiet. A flicker of annoyance passes Rownei’s expression as Hux speaks, hand quickly moving from one arm to cover his mouth as the last word leaves it. Ranking superior or not, Row doesn’t want to risk their chance to overhear the conversation. Giving a glance around the corner shortly before giving the general a pointed look, it takes Row a moment to realize Hux can’t even see it. The helmet masks his features as intended. As useful in setting everyone in the room on edge as it tends to be, Rownei finds he misses the ease of being able to convey their intent through expressions alone.

     Moving his hand and letting go of Hux’s arm, he takes a step back as he tries to recreate that glancing form of communication in the force that they’ve agreed to. 

          ‘ Be quiet. ’      The steps have stopped now, but the voices are far closer than before. Hux can probably hear them by now.      ‘ Listen. They’re talking about the negotiations. ’

     With the shrug of a shoulder and the hint of a lilting tone, he continues,      ‘ Could be interesting. ’ 

     With that, Rownei moves back around the corner, steps soundless as he makes his way towards the voices. Hux can decide if he wants to follow or not, but Row’s not letting the chance go by. This is the first interesting thing to happen all day.

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[starszakrew-a2]

when your friend chooses to antagonize a tall and you're too small and tired to care

[jenjidaii]

                                          planet unknown, outer rim                @asinisterbuzz

                         ----------he wakes to the smell of smoke and ash. it’s a slow come to. not his usual jolt into consciousness. wearily stirring, lagging in thought. it takes a moment for eyes to adjust to notice metal debris surrounding him. his head was spinning. the issue at hand was rather clear, they had crash-landed. the partial gap of memory gave a further hint at the diagnosis of a concussion. it isn’t his immediate worry. Kylo moves, having been somewhat trapped between the chair and the control panel, but when he turns the entire latter half of the shuttle was torn apart. the ship was in shambles. a pause, he tentatively touches his forehead and lip, his glove came away wet, the black of the leather too dark to differentiate the color to tell whether he was bleeding.

finally, he remembers he hadn’t been the only passenger on the ship. a handful of troopers, and the General. there was a stormtrooper beside him, but it was apparent to him that he was dead. weak legs finally stand upright, turning back to the control panel, or what’s left of it, in attempts to tap a few controls-- nothing. again. nothing. the entire board was shot, but he should have known anyways due from the smoke pouring out from the shuttle’s nose outside. he swears under his breath, slams a fist against the console. bad idea. and swears again, retracting his hand from the pain. reinforcements would come, they would. for now it was likely better to leave the ship--

he shuffles through towards the ripped opening of the shuttle, taking notice of another dead trooper laying in his own blood. this was beginning to look worse and worse. should he bother with anyone else if he was the only the survivor? however, he did sense that he wasn’t alone and followed it. Hux, half-laying beneath a piece of debris, still breathing. the Force thought itself a comedian, always leaving him in precarious situations just to aggravate him it would seam. Kylo sighs, pulls away the sheet of metal and bends to pick up the General. he leaves to walk a safe distance from the ship, just in case it decided to explode. as he places the General down, leaning him against the tree, Kylo remembers that there had been a third stormtrooper, but he was nowhere to be seen. for now they would have to wait, wait for the ship to stop melting it’s own insides to try to force a signal out. for now, he’d have to salvage the ship of whatever resources were still available. given the blood seeping from Hux’s shoulder, and his own injuries, a medkit would be preferred.

                              ---surely he could leave Hux there for just a moment.

[lunima]

pulls her in and up ( hands under her thighs / lithe legs wrapped around his waist ) for a kiss.

SHE  SULKS  AS  SHES  TORN  AWAY  FROM  THE  COUNTER  TOP,  her cup of tea forgotten as she’s hoisted unceremoniously into the air. pettily she rakes her fingers through his impeccably smooth hair. a waspish smile quirking her lips as she ruffles the copper strands. Only then does she kiss him, slanting her lips over his, tightening legs to press completely against him. arms twine ‘round his neck to anchor herself ( though hiis grip remains firm and steady ) it’s gentle at first, almost tender before she NIPS him hard enough to draw a gasp. a noise that melts into a purr as her tongue soothes the welt.               ‘ since  when  are  you  so  needy  and  affectionate? ’  is asked as she drops to the floor, intending to ignore him now.