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                                                        the mask is itchy.

                 the mask is itchy and he wants to take it off but he can’t, for poe’s sake. he has to keep it on. he has to get him outta here. out of the carbonite, out of jabba’s palace. and, as he remembers the companion he had brought in as prisoner, he’s gotta get ben out too. it’s a noble sacrifice, a noble exchange except finn doesn’t believe that. he’s greedy. he’ll come in with one and out with two. now if only he can find— there. there he is.

                                        displayed like a trophy. it makes finn sick.

                 there are too many buttons, displays he doesn’t understand and doesn’t have time to read and oh, frustration wells up like a low growl he can’t let out his throat. his fingers are restless, he can’t focus, one eye out for any waking members of the palace but no, no he has to find a way. he has to figure it out somehow. && perhaps it’s luck or perhaps it’s because he just closes his eyes and knows but with a few buttons pushed, a few dials turned, the cement gray begins melting, revealing tender skin and oh, finn almost cheers.

                            should’ve thought to be ready for him to fall, though. oops.

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☆--“How’s my favorite pilot doing?”

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                    ‘ d---- ... poe, don’t lie to me. something is up; talk to me. ’

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☆--“Honestly? I didn’t expect it to fly that smoothly.”

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amazing kylo ren, wonderful ben solo, can break your heart in under thirty seconds with headcanons. overall? fan-fucking-tastic.

ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.

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                              ☆ ╯ @eyescn.

                               ben was NOT kylo ren && that was the fact of the matter.

         kylo had been the product of  torture  & prolonged exposure to abuse; a persona whose brain had been sifted through && picked apart, conditioning forced upon him to devise a PERFECTED MARIONETTE for the supreme leader. the knight of ren was the polar opposite of the young solo, creating an inner war betwixt two inner identities in  one  time-worn physique. 

               with the aforementioned knight successfully vanquished, ben was brought home, though RELUCTANT on his part, && once again assumed life as he did sixteen years prior. ben had taken a liking to stowing himself away from all festivities & people, having lost that  trust  in himself, for he could not comprehend that he was not kylo ren ---------- that he was not DIRECTLY responsible for what he had done; he had formed an  inability  to trust anyone, especially himself. 

            so came the evening that he had went AGAINST his own better judgement, nearly colliding with the man that he wanted to see the most, but also the LEAST --- poe dameron. a sharp, searing pain rocketed from the base of his head & all across the expanse of his mind, bringing about those memories, those   nightmares,   from the time spent on the finalizer, serving as a filthy reminder of what he ------ NO. what kylo ren had done; how he had been to weak to prevent the inflicted damage unto the person he had known since youth. ben went  out of his way  to assure that he avoided crossing paths with the resistance pilot, to assure the absolute safety of the man. 

               the taller of the two stands rigid, carob eyes robbed of life, even after his return to the light, glazed over with a sense of PERMANENT angst. he ducked his head low out of shame, out of regret, appearing half his size. ben was at a loss for words ----- not because he did not have anything to say, but solely for the fact that no APOLOGY that the solo managed to fathom & string together in a series of sincere, eloquent words would suffice; nothing would be able to mend what had been damaged. ben ached physically, && emotionally, with TENACIOUS REMORSE, his throat constricting around a failing voice. 

                                   ❝ poe  .   .   . ❞

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Opinion on;

Character in general: I honestly believe Poe died at least twice in the beginning of the movie and that that was it. That his character had fulfilled its mission on the movie already. Boy ain't I glad to be wrong. He might not be a permanent in screen character but he exploits his time, you are just so damn happy everytime he is in screen? and I love that. I honestly can't wait to see and know more of him with time.How they play them: Shamelessly I crept their blog to write this (whoops) and they seem to capture the character pretty good in my opinion. Its always agreeable to see muns of characters like Poe deepening and immerging in what we didn't get to see on theaters or books, you know, giving an amazing character like Poe the time he deserves so good job! <3The Mun: I willingly bet my nonexistent fortune that they are a wonderful person who should approach me with information about Poe that I have not yet thought tbh.

Do I:

RP with them: NopeWant to RP with them: The difficulty of it remains that either way Padmé would be dead lol. Either by age or because you know, canonly. But hey that's why AU's exist right? Endless possibilities to write here!

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Padmé would have loved Poe tbh 

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

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@eyescn liked for a starter

Luke feels terribly bare without the weight of his lightsaber clipped to his belt, and after letting himself get so accustomed to robes, the sharp cut of his black uniform is uncomfortable to the point of being almost smothering. No—maybe that’s just the atmosphere here. He hadn’t been particularly good at galas and the like at the best of times, despite how many of them he’d begrudgingly accompanied Leia to in the early days of the New Republic.

Maybe he’ll always be that kid from Tatooine somewhere deep down, and the kid from Tatooine is always going to feel out of place at these sorts of things.

The sight of a surprisingly familiar face is a nice change from standing out of the way and trying to look inconspicuous, at least, even if it does take hearing someone say “Poe” before he puts the pieces together and realizes who, exactly, the man standing near him is.

“You’re Kes and Shara’s boy,” he remarks, oh-so-subtly pleased. “You weren’t so tall when we last met, young man.”