#sufferingfcrged

[maidencfdeath-a2]

DEXTER SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS // accepting

@sufferingfcrged: ❛ Every time something goes a little bit right, something like this happens. ❜

'Something like this' was a very nonchalant way of saying crashing their ship, leaving them stranded in the middle of nowhere. Though if the way he was acting was any indication, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened to him. Cassie held in a frustrated sigh. This was what she got traveling with Jedi. That was just asking for trouble.

“Keeps you on your toes.” she muttered with a twist of her lips that was somewhere between a smirk and a grimace. “So … I’m hoping you have a plan.”

[galacticshame]

@sufferingfcrged asked: ❛ He brought you here to kill you. ❜ Vader & Luke

"And do you have a plan to prevent this?" Luke wanted to say that his father had a plan, but even he knew that it would more or less be up to himself. He couldn't count on Vader to do something, if it wouldn't serve himself. That was the first thing he learned. The second, was that there was always something or no doubt someone bigger and by definition, there was always something one could do to change tactics. "Or am I left alone in this?"

[ofthescrolls]

"It will only get worse," he says, ensuring that his own voice was louder than normal. True, he could have been kind and said a version of the truth, but that was not about what this was about. It was about a harsh version of what was and what was not. "You could stop it all and have everything or... if you continue down this path, you shall have nothing."

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[lightcreators]

@sufferingfcrged continue from here

@lightcreators​ / luke liked for an og starter. 

          “You have grown stronger still, since last we met.”  He was pleased to sense the layers of strength and power that had developed in his son since their last encounter -- that strength and power would serve the Empire well, in time.  “Your suffering and anger have served you well.”

Uncertainty  of  an  answer  wavered  in  his  gaze.  Strenght,  no  matter  how  many  he  could  have,  whatever  if  physically  or  emotionally,  couldn't  collapse  regardless  heaviness  of  circumstances  ---  although  the  compliment  of  his  father's  voice  generated  a  strange  feeling  when  he  had  to  have  the  strength  to  try  to  bring  him  back  to  that  lost  light  …  even  if  such  thoughts  might  appear  to  be  those  of  appearance,  those  that  he  could  afford  to  transmit  in  an  official  manner.  Everything  had  to  be  calculated  at  every  nook,  in  every  obscure  corner,  where  no  observation  should  remain  unexploited.  Hope  he  represented  should  in  no  way  fail,  and  no  second  chance  would  be  possible  if  a  wrong  move  were  made.  Speaking  of  that  subject  of  power  in  front  of  him,  regardless  the  person,  always  created  naturally  that  discomfort  carefully  hidden.  It  wasn't  the  point  to  be  powerful.  ❝  I  doubt  how  my  suffering  could  have  been  useful  or  even  if  I  stirred  up  my  anger.  ❞  General  goal  of  their  confrontation  was  to  mentally  bring  back  a  piece  of  this  lost  father,  somewhere,  associated  to  that  awareness  interested  eyes  wanting  him  in  the  Dark  Side.

[againholy]

@sufferingfcrged said, " nothing comes without a consequence or cost . "

there was something in cael's chest that could only be described as a soft hum. like calling like. father matthias hadn't been able to define the things he saw and heard, let alone the things he felt. it wasn't until he'd run into a force user named dumah that cael learned who he was. knowing what he was didn't actually tell him anything about how to use it, though. everything he'd come to know was through trial and error. even that was for the sole purpose of hiding it.

the sensation in his chest had happened a few times while standing behind the bar with no visible rhyme or reason as to why. this time, however, was the first time he'd mentally associated power with what he was feeling. it practically vibrated from the man sitting on the stool in front of him to the point where cael felt himself drawn in a curious way.

" trust me, " cael shakes his head and pushes the glass across the counter. " i've learned that the hard way and so far? hasn't felt remotely worth it. i dunno if that changes or if you eventually find something worth all those consequences but..." no one had ever found him worth it. " is that what brings you here? "

[ofthclight]

he poses an intimidating figure, and if she hated him and everything he stands for less she might be able to admire it for the sheer image it presents. she, of all people, knows how powerful image is. it’s more of a weapon than most people give it credit for, and few wield it as powerfully as he does. the guard that marched her into the room finally releases her and leia straightens, her chin lifting defiantly. they can torture her all she wants, but she will not bend. she will not show them pain. and whatever information they seek will certainly not pass through her lips.  ❝ whatever it is you seek to accomplish, i promise your cruelty will only inspire more to fight against you and the empire. ❞          /          @sufferingfcrged​   +   reasons she needs therapy no. 1234324 

[galacticshame]

@sufferingfcrged asked: ❛ Anyone who defies us will fall. ❜ Vader & Thrawn

The Chiss reluctantly allowed a the edges of a smirk to pull at the corners of his face. A simple action, which was reserved for only specific occasions.

"And I am quite sure you'll ensure of that." Thawn was officially only there to observe, but unofficially, he had his own agenda. One, that he was unwilling to share with anyone. Let alone Vader.

"Your presence alone should be enough, if not," there was a pause, "I'm quite sure that I will be suitable to pick up your slack."

[paramounticebound]

@sufferingfcrged / Darth Vader liked for a sneaky sith!Khan starter!

     “I have felt your pain for years,” he starts, voice muffled and modulated from the durasteel mask he wears, dead-eyes focused on the mechanical man before him. “Your rage, your screaming through the Force to take hold of the shadow who has destroyed you-- perhaps this is an echo, but it is what I see in you still.”

No different than a Sith does he present, shrouded in black cloaks, illuminated by the remnants of light, fluorescent, that quiver overhead. “More machine than man, a painter gone blind or a composer gone deaf. And now you bow before the shadow that has stolen everything from you.”

Gloved fingers quiver at his side, nearly begging to ignite a weapon that only thirsts for blood. While never claiming the title of true Sith, Khan is aware of the similarities between himself and Vader. The greatest being that he forgoes a master-- save for a voracious holocron and the choir of voices that haunt him-- yet it is a prison with some freedoms. So unlike bowing to another. 

    “A pity that you find such comfort in servitude.”