#imrtlshdw

[jediwish]

𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁     *  ✦  °  .  @imrtlshdw​   。˙ ˖  *

                   the      memory       loops        through        her        memory,         commanding         her         attention         as         if         she         was         constantly         reliving         that                    𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.       “  you’re a   𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆 .”     ben’s         words        echoed        in    a    tortuous       cycle.    her        fingers        ITCHED   !            you almost murdered chewy.     rey        breathed        as        if        to        clear        her        mind.        she        did        her        best        to        guide        the        ship        to        the        sand.        however        distraction        was        clear        upon        fraught        features. 

          SLEEP.         that        appealed        to        the        jedi.           nerves        tingled        in        protest,         but        she     was   certain   she    needed        a        clear        mind.         she        needed        a         plan.         after        settling        into        the        familiar        place,             she   felt  more  at  peace.         the         warmth        of        sleep        beckoned        her        distressed        thoughts.          slowly        she        felt        settled,         melting        into        the          clothed       straw      bed.        rey    melted   until    she    was    frozen.     ice    had     ambushed    her     in   her   unconscious  mind.   suddenly      she      felt     frozen,      immobile.     the    familiar    signatures    of     the   energy    surrounding    her    thoughts    paralyzed    her.    “...what is this ?”  

[vuulpecula]

@imrtlshdw​ inquired: “ when  have  you  ever  known  the  world  to  be  a  fair  place? ”

the crane wives sentence starters pt. 1 foxlore | accepting

      A loaded question with an easy answer. NEVER. Even in instances where fairness prevailed, there was always another shoe to drop. An inevitable turn for the worse. The classic standby: ‘I’ve got a bad feeling about this’, regrettably always rang true. He was, unfortunately correct, she had not known the world to be a fair place. People enjoyed kicking others when they were down, exploiting weaknesses, stepping on bent backs to further their own endeavors. Greed and a lust for power too often made monsters out of creatures not made for such cruelties. By answering honestly did it mean her argument was lost? Absolutely not.

      “It is not about what I have known the world to be or even what you have known it to be.” She was frowning, but the determination shined in the glassiness of her gaze. “It’s about what we can do to make it BETTER.“

[aniimvs]

subject vindictive suggestions // accepting : :

                                                   @imrtlshdw : :                                            ❝ you deserve no softness ❞

            the flash of a threat in the knight's eyes came bearing teeth as the sputtering violence of his lightsaber reflected off the ghoul-light of the dead emperor's eyes.

            ❝ you made sure of that, ❞ no notes of bitterness stained his voice, nor was it twisted by surprise. the young sith did not expect to meet the melting face of a long-dead god basting in chemicals and wires. but in the mind of a dark sider, no horror was unfathomable.

            i could almost thank you for it.

            almost. an almost that tasted sweet against a crumbling reality. snoke was lie. an amalgamation of what kylo ren's desires: a teacher, a master, a voice that not only accepted the wrongness of him, but nurtured it. ren thought he found his succor in the abomination and his garden. but it was a pretty lie fashioned by the very puppeteer that wielded his grandfather before him.

            it was poetic. despicable. and ren accepted its totality in the span of a heady breath. it no longer mattered who first guided him on his journey, he'd come to this threshold on his own volition. it was kylo ren alone who coveted the shadows and wound the promise of power through his heart.

            what gnawed on the raw scar tissue that held ren together was the haunting realization that the solace he found in his grandfather's presence was a treasonous poison that lied to his veins.

[edgeineer]

❝ all of them are loyal. ❞  ||  @imrtlshdw​ .

         ❝ LOYAL SEEMS TO BE AN UNDERSTATEMENT....if i’m honest, it’s quite unsettling how loyal they seem to be....creeps me out. ❞

[jediwish]

We've just begun talking/writing with each other and can I just say how HONORED I am??? Very. And I mean very. I can't express how cool it is to just chat about anything with you and we just vibe. Please keep up your writing, it's GOLD and we love to see it. <3 <3 <3

Tell me something you like about my muse or/and my portrayal

𝐎𝐎𝐂 :    jc,   I APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH. you are too sweet and I love writing and chatting with you all the time. you make me fall more in love w the characters every day! you are such a badass at writing I am always in awe !! thank you  ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️

[jediwish]

*zap zaperoo*

who  wants  a  vibe  check ?                //   rey, obviously

                     “ was that supposed to hurt.”            her  fingers  now  have  her  own   zappys.    they   look   kinda  cool. 

[spinebarrels]

 " i encourage violence. "     /      @imrtlshdw​  

             ❝ i am the last person you need to remind. ❞  

sela is barely an outline at his side, the subtlest sliver of light that cannot be swallowed up running along the edge of her figure. but, once you see her, she is impossible to ignore. while the most potent strains of darkness run in palpatine’s veins and roar at his behest, she who once was a scavenger calls swirls of deep shadow to her like loyal dogs. they dance in the air at her command, vibrating when she breathes. 

even as one once so difficult to convince of the benefits of the dark side, she is more firmly rooted than perhaps darth sidious himself has anticipated. though she cannot know his mind. all she knows is her own.

                 ❝ whatever you ask of me, i do with violence. rest assured. ❞   head tilted upward, she dares to regard the great sith lord who speaks. the last of his kind. so powerful. more ancient than history itself. yet she sees him as merely a vessel for the ravenous dark side -- as she is. though his wisdom in the force more than rivals her own, they are both temporary in form. even he cannot live forever. there is a downfall waiting for him; especially so now that he has claimed her future. as the dark hums, sela nearly smiles.  ❝ i will be so with or without your permission. ❞

is this a response she will be punished for? is her insolence offensive? perhaps. but if it is pain that will result from this minor rebellion, there is nothing to fear.

pain... pain, she knows. pain, she can use. and violence, that will be her right. 

[galmaborn]

∘⡊☆˚⊹ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.    —⋟    @imrtlshdw​

           𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄, not when it comes to her feelings about the political side of the republic having such a hand in jedi matters.    perhaps her disapproval comes from an aversion to change, a stubbornness that longs for the blissful days of training under her master, of traveling across the galaxy with only the protection of people & peace as their goals.    she’s adaptable, as she must be for her role, but that doesn’t mean that she has to do so with a happy heart.    she stays standing just within the doorway of his office, makes no effort to appear as though she intends on staying any moment longer than necessary.    “you wanted to speak with me, 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐑?”

           “about the stability of the trade route agreement with the 𝐇𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐒, i presume?”    there’s a hopefulness to her voice that this will go no farther than a brief professional discussion of the general situation in the outer rim.    doubtful, as her earlier debriefing with the jedi council has already taken more time from her day than expected.    these sorts of matters have never been the highlight of her role.    no, that would be the days spent hunting down any trace of the sith, infiltrating ancient temples imbued with the dark side of the force... all with master taria at her side.    not even her station in the outer rim can hold a candle to the excitement those days had brought her.    “... or is there something else?”