#rebelmade

[grogupositivity]

i have to shoutout the lovely…..mal/ @rebelmade !! i know we joke all the time, but mal is seriously one of the most welcoming and funny people i know. she has held my hand through a lot and is seriously a joy to talk to and i think she is so talented at every muse she has and i’m so glad to be friends with her even if she makes of the fact that i cant do the abcs right

[loteriias-moved]

me: oh adding kaytoo could be fun, i love sassy droids

@rebelmade​​: 

[klarsynt-arc]

❤️👀

lenee breaking out the synesthesia readings || @rebelmade

hmm i think you’re purple/3 and maroon/8 which is like, someone who is energetic and friendly, likes making new connections and friends. and is also *very* loyal to those friends. you tend to want to make people laugh and feel good about themselves. your response when people around you are upset is to try and offer something to alleviate that, often with distraction. but when necessary you’re ready to fight for them too and get protective af.  

[resistanceheirarc]

@rebelmade​ sent:  ❛   it  wasn’t  your  fault.   ❜

stars, how he wished he could believe those words. usually, when cassian told him anything poe took it as the gospel, not because he was a food that believed his godfather incapable of lying, he just assumed cassian wouldn’t lie to him. at least not about anything that truly mattered. 

but this matters, this matters more than anything else ever has and no words can convince poe that he hadn’t nearly doomed the whole resistance. 

looking up at cassian with his eyes dark and pained, none of the stars that usually make a home in them, all poe can do is shake his head. it was his fault. it was all his fault. he should have known the first order would be following him, would come to that village, he should’ve been faster, better, something. 

“you should’ve seen them, the died in the sand, all of them.”

[ofsquadrons]

@rebelmade​ asked:          "i am content with the impression i give" — to whoever you want, because ily

           A  RUMBLING  CHUCKLE  forming  in  his  chest,  the  young  pilot  sank  into  into  a  seat  without  an  answer.     Folding  his  arms  snuggly  across  his  chest,  he  regarded  the  older  man  with  a  canted  head.          “  Are  you?     Sir?  “          The  honorific,  barely  remembered,  was  almost  lost  to  too  much  amusement  at  the  other’s  supposed  ‘contentment’.     Even  if  a  negative  impression  didn’t  bother  or  peeve  a  person,  how  could  they  be  simply  content  with  it?     Against  those  entirely  antithetical  to  him,  no,  he  could  not  care  less  for  their  thoughts,  but  those  around  him  were  an  entirely  different  factor.    

           Loss.     He’d  already  identified  a  weakness  in  himself  there,  how  faced  with  loss,  he  pulled  away  or  even  refused  to  be  warm  in  the  first  place,  affecting  not  only  first  impressions  but  everything  after.      No  one  needed  that,  let  alone  his  fellow  pilots.

            “  And  when  this  war  is  over?     Will  you  care  then,  Sir?  ”          How  many  times  had  he  thought  about  simply  that?   When  the  war  was  over...    If  he  survived,  what  would  he  do?     Where  would  he  go?    Home.   He’d  go  home,  or  as  close  to  it  as  he  could,  and  pursue  childhood  dreams.    He’d  become  an  architect,  build  a  memorial  for  his  parents  and  the  rest  of  those  who’d  been  on  their  station  when  the  pirates  struck.    He’d  raise  a  family,  honor  what  he  lost,  and  live.           “  Switching  from  hardened  soldier  to  something  understandable  to  civvies,  that’s  no  small  task.  “

[finalstepsmoved]

friendly reminder that i also love you vERY much!!! and that you are an amazing, sweet and caring person and jfc, i'm glad our paths crossed cuz my life without han? would be a big no no. 🥺 lov u, again

I LOV U I’M GONNA CRYYYYYY

[mvdkings]

palhaça

can’t   believe   it’s   my   first   day   back   into   indie   rping   and   i’m   already   getting   anon   hate 🥺

[aniimvs]

subject vindictive suggestions // accepting : :

                                                   @rebelmade : :                                            ❝ revolution is built on blood ❞

            ren should've known those words were war.

            the shadows of the upsilon-class shuttle's austere interior clung to his shoulders like unfurled wings. the young sith studied the face he hadn't seen this close in over a decade. it was strange, to see a man he once thought to be a divine being rendered helpless by mere metal binders. ren assumed his highly skilled entourage could handle a wily old man, but after last year's debacle with the elite traitor, the supreme leader should've known better than to trust the duraplast-encased fools.

            so general andor's refusal to come quietly was a mild yet infuriating surprise. the rebel looped his cuffs around his trooper escort's neck and turned his captor into a shield. as kylo ren threw stormtroopers to the side to reach his prisoner, andor sealed the doors to the cockpit. the sith heard the hostage's helmet slam several times into walls. snarling, ren used the force to rupture the doors open only to be met with the dead weight of a full-grown soldier.

            ren growled, his balance jeopardized by the armored ragdoll. by the time the knight recovered, andor already dispatched the two pilots. the controls were splattered with vibrant droplets, the pilots were unrecognizable.

            the command shuttle jerked downward as cassian andor turned the ship's nose towards batuu's rocky surface. twisted black trees rushed to meet the viewport as ren shaped his power into a vise around the living martyr. but it was too late, the shuttle was lost in a spiral and ren only had a fraction of instinct to react.

            kylo ren turned the force into a shield around general andor. it stretched back towards the outstretched hand of its master. he managed to envelope himself in a weak coating before the shuttle was devoured by the unforgiving earth. ren maintained his focus for as long as he could before he was swallowed by chaos and fire. he was thrown into the air, his mind unable to keep track of the spin of reality.

            agony stopped his trajectory. he felt metal and heat eat through his skin as he was speared above his right hip. his right shoulder and forearm met a similar fate, his wrist limp above his head. the oozing ichor of wounds dripped onto his hood.

            his entire body was entangled in twisting roots of durasteel. the only part of his body that remained free was his dangling left leg, and even then ren felt a numbness below his knee.

            with an inhuman viciousness towards his own body, kylo ren tried to pry himself from the wreck but his strength was sapped. his body and senses were too stunned to call upon the force. so he hung there, cursing himself in the undertones of his curdling hiss. the sith thought he killed his weakness, sent it into the abyss along with han solo's wretched face. but no, no it was as wrathful as his hatred. it stayed ren's hand when he sensed his mother on the bridge of the raddus.. it haunted his resolve when it came to the scavenger. but he thought its taunting was done.

            the pool of gore in the chin of his mask said otherwise.